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inkykeiji · 7 months

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all wrongs do me right

characters: kawata souya x fem!reader x kawata nahoya

genre: smut with the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: i haven’t been able to get the kawata twins out of my head since the first episode of season three so here’s an icky lil piece about souya jerking off to nahoya fucking his girlfriend! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: taste of you by rezz ft. dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, souya is a nasty little virgin, traces of twincest if you can read between the lines, stuffy humping, masturbation, voyeurism aka jerking it to a poor unwitting couple (or are they? muahaha), implied rough sex, slight daddy kink with nahoya

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Souya feels fucking sick.

It’s something bitter and thick, something that coats the lining of his stomach and sours the back of his tongue, something that furls into a thick, hard lump and lodges itself in his throat.

It’s something he can’t fucking help.

Souya has barely spoken more than a handful of words to you—you, always so sweet, so nice, so kind to him; you, always desperately striving to include him in activities and conversations despite his unintentionally sharp edges and inherently callous tone; you, always gracious, never shameless, even in the face of his accidental offense—but he’s stained his stuffies and his sheets to you more times than he can count.

Tonight will be no different.

He should feel fucking disgusted in himself, he’s sure—he does feel fucking disgusted in himself, he thinks. But it’s not enough to stop him.

Nothing ever will be.

Even though his bedroom is all the way across the expanse of the flat, he can still hear you, every single time.

He swears if he listens hard enough, he can even hear that precious little gasp, caught somewhere between surprised pleasure and sharp pain, as his twin brother pushes his cock into you for the first time that night.

If he shuts his eyes tight enough, he can even imagine your back arching off the mattress as Nahoya fills you, each vertebra bending with each inch shoved into you, spine forming a perfect curve, hips inadvertently pushing downward, eager to meet Nahoya’s.

You must look so gorgeous—at least half as gorgeous as you sound, if not even more so. Souya wishes he could see you, just once—he thinks that would be enough to satiate the gnawing and clawing at the bottom of his ribs, maybe.

Maybe if he had a photo or two, or a short video, he wouldn’t be forced to resort to such deplorable methods every night; maybe he could even jerk off discreetly, stain his bedspread to the thought of you quietly and without any of your help, instead of encroaching on your privacy like this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Because as much as he wishes it wasn’t, and as much as he tries to trick himself into believing it isn’t, this is a compulsion, an addiction, a creature raging out of his control, growing stronger and stronger with desire, with desperate need, every day.

Maybe he’s stupid to think it could ever be satisfied with anything less than your cunt. Maybe he’s stupid to think that it could even be satisfied at all, that this voracious, all-consuming craving isn’t eternally greedy, perpetually needy, that it’s hunger isn’t boundless and it’s yearning won’t grow once it gets a single taste of you.

A loud whine draws him out of his rumination, his cock twitching against his old stuffed shark in response, and he bucks his hips against it twice, smearing a webby streak of precum across the fuzzy material, its fur gone all clumped and crusty from too many nights like these.

That whine in particular never fails to inspire a full flock of butterflies to flutter in his tummy, a half-stifled whimper of your name heavy on his tongue.

This is how it always starts; some aimless humping, lazy and languid with no real tempo, briefs already kicked to the foot of his bed in a crumpled little heap, hips squirming and writhing in erratic little motions as he rubs up against his stuffy—just teasing, really, exactly like what Nahoya’s currently doing to you.

It never stays like that for long, though.

Because Souya just can’t fucking wait—too eager, too desperate, too hungry to ever take his time with it at all, to indulge, to savour, to draw it out—and it always materializes into Souya curling a fist around his cock much too early, his other arm wrapped firmly around his stuffed shark as his hips roll and his hand works, the head of his cock grinding against the plushie, a leg thrown haphazardly over it.

It’s really fucking perverse.

But your moans are already climbing in pitch and frequency, too, meaning Nahoya has already traversed past his tantalizing and is moving on to something a little more satisfying.

As expected.

By this point, Souya’s such a seasoned pro that he knows the general pattern and rhythm of your whimpers and moans and mewls, the general pace and timing of his brother’s fucking, that he can stroke his cock in the same manner.

If he focuses hard enough, closes his eyes and hones his concentration, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you instead. It wouldn’t be all that different, would it? His cock’s half an inch shorter than Nahoya’s, but it’s a little girthier, which Souya thinks probably makes up for it.

He’s sure it wouldn’t feel all that unusual to you; not when he has Nahoya’s style and pattern of fucking so memorized that he’s sure he could imitate it pretty well, given the chance. How much different could it be, really? They are twins, after all—he bets with a blindfold on, you might not even be able to tell the difference at all.

Maybe. Maybe not. He sure would like to find out, though.

A stab of guilt sears through his stomach, chased by sick thorns of pleasure sprouting in his gut, the fisting of his cock accelerating. He’s not sure Nahoya would take too kindly to Souya thinking of you in such a manner. He’s not sure he cares.

Because it all feels so good, head gone cloudy with a thick haze of hedonism, smothering any flickers of remorse, consuming them and adding to the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Pathetic little noises keep leaking through the gaps of his teeth and the seam of his lips no matter how stubbornly he tries to silence them, pulled from his throat with each swift tug of his hand.

He can’t hear much of what Nahoya’s saying to you, his voice too muted to be anything other than an indistinct rumble undertowing your precious little sounds, but whatever it is, you’re eating it up.

“Please, please, pl-please,” you’re begging in response to whatever his niichan just said, needy and strained, and his cock throbs violently in his palm.

“Please, please, please,” Souya’s rasping out in tandem, stroking his cock in hard, fast, thorough yanks, in perfect time with the fractured words his brother is fucking out of you.

It’s really cute, how increasingly sloppy you get the more Nahoya fucks you, twining your words together with threads of saliva, all slurred and messy. Nahoya gets that way when he’s close, too. Souya thinks it’s kind of nice, the way the two of you match like that.

It’s all so insanely hot, and every once in a while Souya gets extra lucky, fortunate enough to capture a smattering of words from his big brother—never anything more than a handful, just tatters of a single sentence—but his stomach swoops every time he hears that assertive amusement dyed with patronization, Nahoya’s voice husky and edges of his letters gone wispy with breathlessness, Souya’s cock pulsing hotly as another rush of blood surges southward.

“—Wanna be—little fucktoy?”

“I wanna,” you’re gasping out. “I wan’it s’bad!”

Christ, how can someone be so fucking sweet and so fucking sexy at the same time? It’s an intoxicating combination, one that goes straight to his cock, one that twists a feverish warmth in his gut and pulls his muscles stiff and taut.

“Yeah, yeah, take it,” Souya mumbles into his stuffed shark, the rocking of his hips speeding up as he hastily fucks his fist, words tapering off into a gravelly whine, almost as if he’s pleading. “Ta-Take m’cock.”

Nahoya murmurs something else, voice too low for Souya to make out anything other than the notes of sadistic glee steeped in his tone, but you cry out an affirmative in reply, the yelp jostled by Nahoya’s snapping hips.

“S’good, Daddy, s’good, your cock is so good,” you nearly sob, chanted out like it’s a fucking prayer, garbled and soaked with spit, fading into an airy little mewl.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Souya’s hips stutter, that heat in his belly blazing, curse snarled out through his nostrils in a harsh, stammered breath. “Ha-ah, fuck.”

The expletive breaks on his tongue, jagged and high, and Goddamn it, Goddamn it—

He has to keep it down, for God’s sake—he knows this, knows that, logically, if he can hear you two, then you two can probably hear him, too.

The thought sends a vile thrill shooting through his gut, palm squeezing the head of his cock, the ball of his thumb rubbing across it in slow, lopsided circles, doing little to stifle his rapidly building orgasm, fervour coiling in his belly. An exceptionally loud grunt—much too loud to be discreet, that’s for sure—pries its way past his lips, rough and ragged and full of razors.

And God, he’s so gross, he’s so fucking gross, and can you hear him? Huh? Can you hear him? He hopes you can hear him.

Can you hear him, fucking himself to just the sound of you? Can you hear him, humping away at his old stuffed animals like the dirty little virgin he is, pretending it’s your body, your hip, your thigh? Can you hear him, fragments of your name slicing his tongue, tangling in his drool, never the full thing, shards bitten back and swallowed down to fester in his heart, to feed the animal living inside his ribcage?

Can Nahoya?

What does Nahoya think? How does Nahoya feel about his baby brother jerking his cock every time his niichan fucks his girlfriend, without fail, like fucking clockwork? Would he be disgusted, or did he get that same sordid gene Souya did—that knack for the naughty, for the nasty, for the downright nauseating?

They are twins, after all.

Another spear of guilt pierces his chest, radiating sparks of euphoria through his limbs, wicked little flares that leave his blood fizzing and tummy smoldering, adding to the dull, dense heat collecting in the pit.

He should feel worse about all of it, he thinks. He should feel worse about the utter disrespect he’s showing to the both of you, but he doesn’t. It’s hard to feel anything at all other than the push and pull, the tug-of war between rhapsody and repulsiveness, one only working to fuel and heighten the other.

Thick cords of drool are dribbling from the corners of his mouth now, panted out with his hot breath and his whimpered words, rolling along his jaw and dripping, slow and sticky, to puddle in the ridges of his pillowcase. Are you this filthy, too, when Nahoya fucks you?

You’re getting close now, he can tell, moans catching on Nahoya’s rough, fast thrusts and shattering into choked little gasps.

You’re trying to get his name out, and God, it’s so fucking cute, adorable little Naho-Nahoy-Naho!’s spilling from your throat in a single continuous stream, juddered by his big brother’s plunging hips.

Would you sound just as pretty trying to get Souya’s name out?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nahoya’s panting out, voice still tinged with that trademark teasing tone, almost as if he’s egging you on, a question of if that’s all you got infused into his words.

A threat is uttered, something about hurrying and making a mess on Daddy’s cock, and Souya coughs around the spit pooling beneath his tongue, wheezing out strands of saliva smudged and gauzy across his stuffy.

Because Christ, you’re so obedient, so keen to please, a chain of jagged affirmations pouring past your lips punctuated with the sweetest sounds of effort, your dedication to his big brother so fucking sexy, your dedication to his big brother rivaling his own.

A growl rumbles behind his ribs, and Souya shoves his face in his stuffy, teeth sinking into the cotton flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound.

His jaw already hurts from being clenched so tightly, a stiff ache that has settled deep within the straining hinges, something he’ll spend half an hour massaging out tomorrow morning.

But right now it doesn’t matter, not when that ball of heat is roiling in his gut, curling tighter and tighter and tighter with each quick pump of his fist, teetering on the edge of an explosion.

It’s as though he can’t jerk himself fast enough, hips twitching in quick little motions, sloppy and irregular and so, so fucking eager, into his own grasp, fucking his slippery palm.

His breath stutters as he tries to quiet himself, desperate to hear you cum, harsh erratic exhales huffed out against the synthetic fur of his shark humid against his upper lip, leaving behind tiny beads of condensation.

A whine splinters in his chest, eyes shut tightly as tears crystalize at the corners, his lungs swelling painfully with stagnated breath while his teeth burrow further into the plush of his stuffed animal, a pitiful attempt to starve off his impending orgasm.

He doesn’t want to cum before you, not again.

Drops of sweat are streaming from his brow and catching in his lashes, his curls saturated with salt and clinging in cute little swirls to his temples and the nape of his neck.

You’re so close, moans climbing higher and higher, louder and louder, faster and faster, and only a few more moments now, he only needs to hold out for a few more moments and then—

And then you’re crying out Nahoya’s name, breathless and beautiful, and Souya’s spilling his seed all over his knuckles and his sheets and the soft fur of his stuffy, hot and sticky and so, so much, groaning in time with his brother as he fills your cunt with his cum, Nahoya’s slurred out good, good, y’did s’good for me, baby forcing another weak spurt of cream to cascade over Souya’s fingers, cock jolting painfully.

He doesn’t stop jerking his cock until it’s too much, until each drag of his fist sends heavy tremors of overstimulation rippling through his flesh, until his thrusts are nothing more than pathetic little ruts, every brush of his cockhead against his stuffed animal causing him to suck a hiss through his teeth.

It starts to creep over him then, that dense film of shame grimy on his skin, that leaden block of guilt acrid in the pit of his stomach, nausea swelling in his chest and up his throat to sit, biting and bitter, on the back of his tongue.

It’ll fuse to him as he sleeps, seeping into his tissues, through his blood and his bones to root, to rot, at the very core of his soul, infesting and infecting, every bit of his being.

And when he sees you tomorrow morning, bright and beautiful despite being stained with his brother’s hands, bruises and bite marks peaking out from beneath Nahoya’s baggy t-shirt, it will reignite, that creature re-awoken, starved for any small piece of you it can devour—a soft smile, a sweet giggle, the brush of fingertips as they pass syrup or the knocking of knees beneath the table.

And Souya’s not sure he’ll ever be able to tame it.

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writingsfromhome · 6 months

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Impossibly Real II

Y’all loved Part 1 and honestly were so sweet about it. I had to wrap up their story in return 💗

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Harry knocks on my door and I open it before he's even done. I was excited for this date, I really think this was going to be a good one.

That didn’t stop me, however, from having mad jitters while getting ready. In the end I settled on wearing a silky pink skirt and with a fuzzy pastel pink sweater that was my favourite go-to. I paired it with white boots (still heeled) and some gold accessories. I was feeling myself.

As soon as Harry sees me in the doorway he takes a step back. “Wow. You look…stunning.”

I feel my cheeks heat, unused to this kind of attention from Harry. And I could tell he meant it—it wasn’t just a cheap compliment to get in my pants. I try not to show my internal squirming. “Thank you. You look very handsome!”

“Ah,” he waves the compliment away. “You see me wear this sort of thing to work all the time.”

“I know but you shaved,” I reach out to touch his face and then think better of it. We hadn’t even gone further than my door yet.

“I did,” he rubs his face like I wanted to.

“I like the smell of your aftershave,” I say as we get onto the lift and the smell bounces off the four walls.

He leans all the way down so that his neck is beside my face. I giggle—god, I actually giggle. I feel an overwhelming desire to rub my nose against the heat of his skin but I keep my freak hidden and fake an exaggerated whiff instead.

“C’mon,” Harry holds his hand out and we head out to the tube, my hand securely wrapped in his; I feel giddy just holding his hand.

This was going to be the best date ever.

I mean, it was still weird going on a date with my neighbour. For one, he had to only close the door to his home, turn around, and knock on my door to pick me up. For another, I'd seen Harry a million times since I moved in last year and not once did I ever think we would be doing this.

Harry and I talk all the way to the place about a new Netflix show we were both watching. It's light conversation, we don't acknowledge the fact that we're actually doing a proper date. That we were both mega into each other. It's almost like we were simply traveling into work and casually chatting 'til we reached our destination.

The restaurant—Harry’s pick, is tucked onto a street corner near Soho, the window shades are blackened except for a fancy script. Island X.

“I’ve never heard of the place.”

“It just opened a couple months ago,” Harry holds the door open for me; who said chivalry was dead.

“Wow,” I marvel at the interiors. It’s like someone took the Great Gatsby and worked it with wood tones and orange lighting. And monstera plants.

“That’s a lot of monsteras.”

“What?” Harry asks.

“Monsteras?” I wave my hand at all the ginormous planters but Harry’s attention is to the front of the line.

“Monsteras?” He asks, eyes still forward. “Like. The Lil Nas x song?”

“What?” I crinkle my brow. But then it clicks and I can’t help but laugh. “Oh my god you think I’m talking about-“

“Hiya!” The hostess interrupts me and I cover my mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?” Harry whispers as we follow to our table.

“Yes,” I wipe my tears as we’re lead to a cozy corner. I’m even tucked into my seat!

“Wow I’ve never been to someplace as fancy as this?”

“Really?” Harry’s face flits with a microsecond of an emotion I can’t read. “I thought maybe this was your scene.”

“Oh no,” I shake my head. “This is very fancy. I’m kinda low brow.”

“Oh,” his eyebrows knit together and he fiddles with his napkin. “Some woman at work suggested it.”

“Oh who?” I ask. Harry’s spoken to me about work before, I thought maybe it was a coworker I knew.

“Just someone that works on the same floor.” He pulls his glass of water close to him. “She’s just a friend.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like…” I trail off. Why would he think I was being jealous?

Suddenly the awkwardness of the situation washes over me. I was on a date. With my neighbour. If this didn't end well we were screwed. I would lose my only friend in the entire neighbourhood! It would be painful to live next door to each other! At least until one of us found a partner or one of us moved out of the complex.

The pressure of it all makes my ears ring.

“Right,” Harry clears his throat as the waiter approaches and starts to scan the wines. “Any of the wines look good to you?”

I stare at Harry while he buries his nose in the menu. Somehow I felt like I already messed up. Maybe all of these bad dates had one thing in common: me.

God, I couldn’t even make it work with a friend.

Harry glances up. I guess I forgot to respond. Before he could notice I’d been too busy staring I start to scan the menu.

“D’you mind red?” I ask.

“Sure. Which red do you recommend?” Harry asks the waiter. I think it’s cute he asks. Dates in the past have pretended to know the difference between all the names and then ordered something that usually tasted like dog shite.

They discuss the wine and I pretend to nod here and there while I browse the dinner menu. Obviously I had studied it after getting dressed tonight. I knew what was safe for me to get (pasta or seafood) and what would cause a big mess (burgers).

“I’m gonna guess what you’ll order.” Harry says once we’re alone again.

“You really think you know me well enough?”

“Yeah. I think I know you well enough.”

“I don’t think so.” He might have a lucky guess but we hadn’t eaten out together enough for him to know my taste. Plus what I wanted and what I was going to order tonight would be two different things.

“I bet you I know. I’m so confident I’m not even going to say it right now. I’ll just order for you when the waiter comes back.”

“Are we confident or cocky?” I tease.

“Confident,” he says but he drapes his arms back against his chair and relaxes, giving an f-boy cocky pose. I laugh, grateful for the reprieve of living in my thoughts.

“Ready to order?” The waiter asks after pouring our wine. It was a nice balanced wine that was helping me relax.

Harry orders his meal and then looks up at me, “She’ll get the Organic Highland Prime Burg-“

“Actually,” I cut him off. Harry looks at me with his sure smile but I shake my head. It falls immediately.

I feel bad but I just couldn’t eat a burger at a fancy place like this on a first date. I’d done it before and it had not gone over well. Think White Chicks but instead of a Terry Crews it was a Ben Shapiro.

“Sorry,” I point to the safe item. “I’ll do the Blackened Lobster Lasagna.”

“Great choice.” The waiter says something else but I’m too preoccupied with how much worse I was making the date.

“Really?” Harry asks. The waiter pauses as he looks between Harry and I and I start to flush.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” It comes out more curt than I intended and Harry just nods.

“Sorry.” I apologize to Harry again once the waiter leaves. “I didn’t really want something messy.”

“Oh. Yeah it’s alright.” He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "The lasagna does sound really good.”

“Right? I think it'll be really good.” I hear myself talking and want to stab myself. Really. Because this king of small talk was what I fell back on talking about when a date was going bad.

I had to redeem this. This couldn’t be a bad date. This was just Harry.

“This wine’s good too,” Harry says as he puts his glass down on the edge just as I yank my foot out from under the table to show him my shoes, yanking the table cloth in the process.

“So my shoes-“

“Shit!”

His wine tips over onto my white boots and we stare at them as the stain spreads.

“Napkin-“ Harry’s voice snaps me out of the spiral I’d found myself in as I watched wine seep into my coveted shoes.

Harry’s leaning over patting it down but I yank my foot away. This was incredibly embarrassing; everyone around us was watching the scene we were making.

“We need water-“

“I’m going to the toilet,” I announce. Harry looks up sharply, his face is panicked.

“I’m sorry yn I-“

“S’cuse,” I don’t mean to brush him away but with all the eyes on me and the fact that I kept finding ways to ruin this date—this date that was supposed to be perfect, my eyes were pricking with tears. I needed a breather.

“Shite,” I sigh as I balance on one foot in the toilets and try to wipe the stain in the sink. But red wine stained badly just like my performance on every date I’ve ever been on.

“Get yourself together,” I say to myself in the mirror. “Harry is amazing and you’re fucking all this up! Shoes are temporary, finding a good man can take forever! Snap! Out! Of! It!”

I do some deep breaths and one last attempt at cleaning my shoe before I make my way out.

“Yn I’m so sorry,” Harry stands as I return. “I’m so clumsy tonight I didn’t mean to-“

“Harry it’s fine,” I put my hand on his arm. “Honestly.”

“The stain didn’t come out!” He notices the shoes. “I’ll replace them—send me a bill or…”

I don’t have the heart to tell them he couldn’t replace my £400 Acne boots that easily. I’d bought them a couple seasons ago to celebrate the fact that I’d finally gone out with a guy, and hadn’t thought about my ex once. They were I’m-officially-over-my-ex boots.

Now that I thought about it though, it was stupid to wear them on a date with Harry. They were soaked in the bad luck of all the dates they’d been on since.

Agh!

“I’m serious Har,” I cut him off from his plans to replace them. I take a deep breath and motion he should do the same. “Look, it’s really fine. Plus they’re my favourite colour now. They’ll go with the rest of my wardrobe.”

He stops apologizing and looks down at the splotch of pink on the white. “In that case. We’ll have to take the bottle home and stain the other one.”

“Deal,” I say and he smiles at me softly and it feels like things might go better now. Maybe we really had a chance.

When our food arrives Harry’s steak isn’t done how he asked, and they take it back. I awkwardly push around the food on my plate, not wanting to eat until he had his food too.

“You can eat,” Harry reminds me. “I’m sure it’ll be out any minute.”

“We can share for no-“

“Just eat,” Harry says but now all the focus is on me eating and I feel tense and awkward and quite frankly, frustrated.

I shouldn’t have piled so much hope on this date going perfectly.

We wave the waiter over when too much time has passed by, and he seems confused about the steak.

“D’you think they forgot?” I ask Harry.

“Maybe,” he looks frustrated, two spots of pink have taken residence on his cheeks. I feel bad. This date wasn’t turning out for both of us.

It takes another 10 minutes for his plate to come back out. By then my plate looks like I hated it but tried to eat it to be polite. Harry tries to ask if it can be heated but I’m way too non-confrontational in restaurants to let that happen so I shovel a mouthful of room temperature food and give the waiter a thumbs up.

I just wanted to go home.

By the time Harry pays the bill (it was expensive, even though we agreed to skip dessert. He insisted on paying) I was ready to call an uber to whiz us home. But he suggests we walk off the food to another station and it sounds like a good idea so I follow along. Maybe now we could have a nice time.

The walk was supposed to help clear our heads and be romantic but somehow the mood had soured beyond repair. We don’t talk the whole time, both of us lost in our own heads. Neither of us holds hands, or even loop arms.

And somehow it gets worse when we arrive at my door.

"Well this is me," Harry points to his door beside mine in an attempt at a joke. I throw a polite smile.

"Thanks for the date," I say. I feel like it's a little curt but I didn't really know how to act. Did we hug? Shake hands? We liked each other but clearly this date was proving we didn't belong together. Kissing each other goodnight felt like the opposite direction of tonight's vibe.

"No, thank you. And sorry. Again." Harry looks embarrassed as he glances down at my shoes.

"Harry, honestly it's okay," I try to reassure him. I would take walking ten miles in heels I had yet to break in than this awkward air that stifled us. It was never supposed to be like this!

"No it's not," Harry huffs. "I ruined your shoes."

"They're shoes. Just shoes."

"It's a first date, I don't want you thinking I'm a clumsy mess."

"Harry," I lean my back against my door. He looked so good tonight, I was so excited when I opened my door to him a few hours ago and everything had gone tits up. I didn't want him to feel this way. It was my fault, not his.

"I just," he rubs his face and then sighs.

"It wasn't that bad," I lie. The night had gone so badly.

"Yes it is!" He throws his hands up and the movement makes me flinch. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. God, everything's just..."

I blink and my eyes start to sting. It was the end of the night and we'd officially decided this wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't a shock, but still it was upsetting. I really liked him. I really thought things would work out between us, especially after that night with my heels in his bathroom. I had to call it.

"I should go in. I'll see you later Harry."

His brows scrunch up, he opens his mouth and then closes it. "G'night yn."

"G'night." I whisper. He stays there like he always does as I go into my flat. I peek through the peephole and catch him mouth a fuck before opening his own door.

Still in my outfit, my shoes kicked off to the side, I start to pace. I can't do anything except go over the date in my head.

Was there a particular moment I fucked up? Should I have said something differently? How did Harry and I go from having amazing chemistry and an honest friendship to this?

Maybe I was trying too hard. I should have just ordered the burger like he’d guessed, should have gone along with what he talked about. I should have been a better date.

That was it. I couldn't go to bed like this.

The fact that every time I had a shot at a date, a real chance, something had to go wrong and it was always me. I had to fix this.

I grab the doorknob, and pause. I was about to march right into Harry's flat and ask why the date went so terribly. But what was the point? It would just make things even more awkward.

I think about the last time we hung out. There was beer. Maybe we just need beer—no hundred pound dish or fancy red wine. We just needed to be us. Lowbrow beers and a relaxed environment.

I grab a jacket to throw over my outfit and slip into my Stan Smiths. I head downstairs and in the direction of the local shop for a 6-pack. We would drink beer in our flat and get over this awful date. This couldn't be the last of us.

As I cash out a familiar head of hair in the closest aisle catches my attention.

"Harry?"

"Yn?" He's dressed down in joggers and a jumper.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Grabbing dessert," he shakes the plastic container with donuts inside. "What are you doing here?"

I hold my box up. His eyes widen slightly, a frown touches his lips for a mere second before he arranges his face into a neutral expression.

"All for yourself?" He asks.

"No actually-“ I'm about to launch into what I was going to do but the cashier clears his throat and stares pointedly at Harry. He was holding up the line now.

"Oh sorry," he walks up to the counter and pays for his items. I stand off to the side and we walk out together.

"So you were saying?" He asks.

"Well. I was coming to your place with these."

"You were?" He stops in the middle of the sidewalk to ask.

"Yeah!"

"You're not joking?"

"No!" I laugh. "Why?"

"I..." he looks down at his box and swallows what he was saying. "Let me guess, was it a bad date?"

When he looks at me it's a cheeky look. I almost want to kiss him there.

"Another bad date yep," I tell him and we start to walk towards home.

"Was it the bloke?"

"Not exactly, I think a lot of it had to do with me."

"You sure the date wasn't an arse?"

"No he was sweet. He was very chivalrous, I really thought it was just going to go smoother."

"What do you reckon happened?" He asks. We were both enjoying playing this game. Quite frankly it was combing out the awkwardness.

"I dunno. For one I really wanted a burger but I got in my head and got lasagna instead. When do I ever eat lasagna!?” Harry laughs unexpectedly and it makes me feel good so I continue. “I started thinking about all of my failed dates and almost-relationship. I tried not to make this one date turn out like them but that was my mistake.”

“Sounds like it’s tough being you,” he teases. I push him lightly.

“Well if you could put yourself in our shoes what do you think happened?"

"I think your date got a bit nervous." He responds. By now we've reached our lobby and we take the lift up. "He's not used to going on dates—didn’t he have a steady girlfriend for 3 years? That's 3 years with 0 first dates. He didn’t want to screw things up and he was so in his head about the fact that he took her to an overly fancy place when that wasn’t her scene-“

“It’s not. But it was a cute place. Just poor service.”

“Yeah it was shite service—or I heard it was.” We glance at each other and grin. "I heard he split wine on your shoes."

"Psh," I laugh. “The pink stains were on the outside this time not the inside.”

The lift lands on our floor and we hover outside our doors. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine?" Harry opens his door and I follow the familiar hall to the couch I'd sat on just a week ago. I pull my legs up and we crack open beers, each biting into the sugary pillows he'd bought.

“I actually bought dessert so I could have an excuse to knock on your door and talk to you after that date.” Harry confesses after we’ve each had our moment with our donuts.

I feel warm inside, we’d both wanted an epilogue after the date. We were determined, and ended up in the same place. I hold my drink up. “Cheers.”

Harry tilts his head and smiles. He’s gonna be the death of me whether this works out or not, the thought pops into my head.

"I feel like I need to apologize," Harry continues. "I didn't want to mess things up and I think I just overthought it all and-"

"Please." I cut him off. "I totally made everything awkward and I think I'm just cursed."

"I don't know why I thought you would like such a fancy place. As soon as you said you're not into it I felt like I was doomed-"

"I didn't mind it! I just wasn't expecting it from you!"

"You don't think I'm a classy man?"

I laugh, "Just not that uppity on a first date."

"I was trying to pull out all the stops."

"Instead we just full stopped."

That gets a laugh from Harry. It dies down as he asks, "So what do you reckon? Is this a sign we're only meant to be neighborly friends?"

I bite my donut, mulling his question over. The beer and donuts were helping. I felt like I was thinking clearer than I had all night.

"I wouldn't say no."

We sit in silence as we think about it until he moves down the couch and rests his knee against mine.

"I really like you.”

"I like you too," I agree with my heart quickening.

"Then why don't we stop dating and just do this. No dates. Just hanging out."

"I don't know," I say. "I don't mind being wined and dined occasionally. Don’t you?”

"Okay, how about we just hang out. And when hanging out gets boring we put on our going out clothes and wine and dine each other. Think about it," he says and I nod, agreeing.

“Only if when we put on our going out clothes you keep wearing that aftershave.”

“Deal. And you wear your favourite colour each time.”

“Done.” I grin.

"So you wanna watch a movie or something?" He asks.

“Is that a euphemism?” I tease. He turns his TV on and turns to me with a disappointed look. I try not to laugh.

“No yn get your head out of the gutter. A movie. An actual movie.”

I stick my tongue out. "Can we just not watch anything romantic or sad though?”

"Toy Story it is," Harry puts on the film and we lean back against his couch, cuddled into each other. His fingers play with my hair in slow movements that feel comforting.

I wake up a few hours later, the movie long over. Harry's snoring softly, his arm wrapped around me.

I smile to myself. Even after the disaster of a date we were alright.

I nuzzle myself into the crook of his neck, feeling the musky heat of his skin, and drift back off.

***

A knock wakes me.

I open my eyes slowly and look around the room. I wasn't in my room. I was still on the couch, the cushions had done wonders for my back but my neck was stiff.

Harry was still fast asleep, his lips parted, and his arm thrown across his face. He looked so kissable then.

There was another knock, and Harry's arm slips off his face. He sits up, and the knocking resumes.

"Coming!" He shouts as he runs his hands over his face and hair.

He stands and looks back at me, and smiles. He's still sleepy but he's smiling at me.

"Morning." He says.

"Good morning."

He stays there with a dazed smile until I point behind him.

"Door?"

He nods and makes his way over to answer the door.

"Harry Sty-?" a voice asks.

“Yep,” Harry mumbles something I can’t hear. He’s asked to sign whatever it was.

"Thanks," his voice is rough and he clears it.

Closing the door behind him, he throws whatever package he'd received to the floor and walks over to me. "We fell asleep."

"I guess so. I'm still in last night's clothing." My skirt was now wrinkled and my top was half untucked and ridden up my midriff. "What time is it?"

Harry glances at his watch. "Half past 8."

"Shit! I've got work in half hour!"

"Work from here," Harry leans over me on the couch and offers his simple solution.

"I'll have to shower."

"You live next door. Just do your business and come back with your work things. It'll be like old times."

He's inches closer to me, and I really want to kiss him. It's funny we'd done none of that on our first date but now I want a re-do.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Okay," Harry whispers and he closes the distance and kisses me. It was better than our first kiss.

When I pull away I have a stupid smile on my face.

"Go get ready love," Harry laughs and pushes me off the couch. "You'll be late."

"See you later," I wave and walk out the door, smiling because he’d called me love again. And he hadn’t even hesitated.

Harry was right, it was a lot like the old days. In between work meetings, and Harry's calls, we had a lot of time to spend together. We chatted shit, snuck in some kisses, and talked about work.

We don’t go on a second date, instead we order pizza and watch Toy Story 2 (even though we'd fallen asleep in the first one).

Our days together are fun, and the nights were even more fun.

It was a Wednesday, a week and a half after the disastrous date. Harry and I had taken most of the week off and we'd spent it together, and tonight we'd gone out.

It was a great date, nothing fancy or high brow. Just a lowkey pub with a bunch of beers and greasy messy food and tons of laughter.

"So," Harry says as we're walking hand in hand back to our flat. "How many more days of leave do you have?"

"I have four and a half weeks total."

"Woah. That’s a lot."

"Why? You're not regretting this are you? Getting bored of me?" I tease him.

"I've had 29 years to prepare for you," he teases back.

"That's a good one. But I don't think you can handle 4.5 weeks.”

"Try me."

"Fine," I bump my hip into his.

We're silent for the rest of the walk. But it’s a good silence. When we reach the building, Harry takes his time unlocking his door.

"What are you doing?"

"Just waiting," he shrugs and I laugh.

"Do you want me to stay the night?"

"Yes," he answers without any hesitation; in the last week I'd slept in my bed once.

He opens the door pretty quickly after that and I follow inside—tomorrow, tomorrow I would sleep in mine. Harry could join me if he wanted.

Tonight I watch him close the door, the second the lock clicks I'm taking his jacket off for him and he's laughing at my eagerness.

"Someone's impatient."

"I'm not," I lie and drop his jacket.

"No?" He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. He kisses my jaw, and then the corner of my lips. You'd think I'd be used to this by now but it's just as dizzying as the times before.

I shake my head and his mouth hovers over mine, his hot breath tickling me.

"What about now?" He whispers.

"Nope," I breathe out and I push onto my tippy toes to kiss him. What can I say, I was denying it with him but I'd never been good at the slow and steady stuff. Harry's mouth was a drug, and I couldn't help myself.

He's not slow and steady either.

He's quick to lift me up and set me on the island in his kitchen, his fingers trailing over the edge of my skirt, his mouth working against mine.

His hand cups my ass and his fingers inch closer to my heat.

"Yn," his voice is soft and he pulls away.

"Yes?"

"Did I tell you how radiant you looked tonight? I can’t take my eyes off of you any time I see you, especially when you’re so loudly and comfortably you in your coordinated outfits and elaborate hairstyles. I feel like the luckiest guy out there. I think I am the luckiest guy in the whole city. I catch sight of you in public and…you just take my breath away."

"Aw Har. I’m already yours. You don't have to butter me up," I tease him as I pull him back to me but his words make me weaker than any kiss could. I know my eyes are growing watery at all of the nice things he’s saying and I’m grateful when he pretends not to see.

This was the nicest thing a guy has said to me, he was really telling me that he liked me for me. He felt lucky. Well I must have won the lottery if he felt lucky.

"I know I don't have," he doesn't pull back again but whispers this into my neck. A shiver runs up my spine. "But I just want to tell you that you're so beautiful."

His mouth trails over my jaw, and back to the corner of my mouth, he doesn't kiss me and I want him to.

"So beautiful," he whispers and I tilt my head back to invite him to continue the trail his lips were making. "So sweet."

He kisses my collar bone and the strap of my top. "So lovely."

His hands trail over my thighs and I want him so badly.

"You're making me melt," I tell him.

"Good thing we're in the kitchen," he hums.

"You're the worst," I giggle and his hands cup my cheeks and he presses his lips against mine. His tongue swipes over my lips and I allow him entry.

We're a tangle of limbs as we kiss and kiss, until I can't breathe. When we move to the bedroom I hardly have time to catch my breath there too.

"Yn," his voice is rough, his hair wild. His body is hot against mine and the way he says my name is enough to make me transcend this dimension.

"I like you. A lot."

"I like you too. A lot too." I can barely get the words out as I try to worm my way into his skin.

He chuckles at my growing impatience but he’s too far in to hold back again. He gives in to every one of my needs--even ones I didn't realize I had.

I'm a goner.

As we fall asleep, his arm wrapped tightly around me, I know we did the right thing. Despite being neighbours or the awful first date. The fact that we bumped into each other at the shop later that night meant we were supposed to have a second chance.

We worked best like this: warm and tucked away, whispering confessions into each other’s skin, seeing each other and not caring what we aren’t.

He pulls me closer in his sleep, sighing into my hair. This felt impossible before but it was so real now. And I think I really won the lottery; I’d dated a million toads before but I think I finally found my prince.

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#harry styles fic #writingsfromhome #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles series #i hope this meets everyones expectations #for how things go between these two #harry styles angst #fanfic #i did not do a lot of edits so dont mind any inconsistencies etc

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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“she smiles n pulls u in to another kiss, ready to ask if she could bounce on ur strap, as a reward <3”

on i fucking need to read this holy shit. you’ve got me going literally insane 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

finally answering this one bc she ��💕

it’s not often that Abby wants to bottom, and before you she had really only ever topped/was with cis men. So she never thought she’d ever Want to bottom, and she was perfectly content being the top, fucking you however you needed it. Until you got more confident in your sex life and started taking care of her more and more. Like right now, after you’ve spit in her mouth and made her cum so hard her brain goes fuzzy.

You two are sharing sloppy kisses, not detaching your lips as Abby turns around and presses you down onto the bed, straddling you. Her body curves over you and you clench as she leans down to grab the strap, placing it on ur chest and looking at you with these pretty begging eyes.

“Please, baby, let me ride you” and she founds so fucked out and whiny, you just have to. You let her slide off as you put on the harness, grabbing lube and letting her rub it over the smooth silicone before she straddles you again. Ur hands are on her hips, rubbing soothing circles as one moves down to position the strap at her entrance, letting her sink down at her own pace. Both of her hands are on your chest, groping at your tits and holding herself up, as she takes you to the hilt and moans, pussy still sensitive from your fingers. She’s panting, letting herself get adjusted to the feeling of being full, whining when u start playing with her sensitive nipples.

Slowly, she starts bouncing and grinding, not setting a perfect pace but moving enough to stimulate the both of you. Eventually she finds her rhythm, tilting her hips and moaning when the silicone grazes that gushy lil spot inside her. She feels hot, needy, hearing you moan and praise her with every bump of the harness against ur clit.

“That’s it, baby, keep going”

“God, you’re doing so fucking good baby, gonna make me cum”

“Please, you’re so pretty Abs, wanna see you cum on my cock sweet girl, ya think you can do that for me? Gonna give me one more?”

She’s whining and whimpering, blunt nails digging at your skin, tweaking yoh nipples, clawing as she gets closer and closer. All the while, you’re rubbing her swollen lil bud, sending shivers through her with every pass of ur thumb. It all comes to a head when u press down harder, being a lil mean with it, and she sits all the way down, grinding and grinding and grinding until she lets out a lil wail, cumming on your strap and grinding hard enough to send you spiraling into your orgasm, shaking underneath her and taking in the image of her so beautiful, hair loose around her shoulders, face flushed and mouth open, looking as pretty as ever. When you two come down, she slumps against your chest, slowly pulling the strap out before just laying on top of you, and you let her. You’ll be sure to administer aftercare in a bit, but for right now, your baby needs to be held. 💕

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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hiiii i would be very curious to see what you do with "you're so, so, so pretty" for timkon :]

Tim is staring.

He's not even making much of an effort to hide it; his eyes have been fixed on Kon for the last ten minutes, with all the piercing, vaguely-creepy Bat intensity that entails. Normally, Kon wouldn't mind (he does love Tim's attention, after all), but this evening, he's hard-pressed not to fidget uncomfortably.

Where's Bart, and why did he have to abandon Kon to go polish off everything left in Cissie's casserole dish? He was the one who encouraged Kon to wear this stupid dress tonight, to "try out a new look in the safety of a potluck with the homies", and he said Kon looked nice in it, but...

Tim has been staring for eleven minutes now. The clock on the wall over his shoulder makes it real easy to keep track.

When it comes down to the two of them, it's inevitable. Kon cracks first. "Okay, what?" he huffs, folding his arms across his chest. His face burns. "Take a picture, why don't you? It'll last longer."

Tim's eyes widen, and he takes a hurried sip of the cocktail Anita made him, as if it'll disguise the sudden rosy stain on his cheeks. "Oh. Well—could I? Would you mind?"

Okay, wait. Hold the phone. What?

Kon eyes him skeptically. "Why? I mean—" He breaks off, because he already knows Tim isn't gonna make fun of him; it's his own self-consciousness talking. Tim is way too sweet to be cruel like that. He just... well...

"Because," Tim says, as though it should be obvious. "You're pretty."

Kon's face heats. Tim? Calling him pretty? That wiggles its way into his chest and kindles a warm, fuzzy light in his heart. He tries to stave off the giddiness, dropping his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you—how much alcohol have you had, dude?"

"I'm not drunk." Tim rolls his eyes. He sets the half-finished cocktail down, crawls across the bit of sofa between them, and flops over to lie down, his head in Kon's lap; Kon's skirt is short enough that a bit of Tim's hair tickles just above his knee. "Maybe a lil tipsy. But not drunk. What, can't a guy call his best bro pretty while sober? Ish?"

The look on his face, though... God, that look is so soft and earnest and adoring that Kon's breath catches in his throat. "But you..."

"You're pretty," Tim insists, smiling up at him. "You're so, so, so pretty. Got it?"

"Now I know you're just pulling my leg," Kon tries to joke, because the alternative is acknowledging just how hard his heart is pounding in his chest, or how good it feels to hear Tim say that. "That is definitely not one of my good angles."

Tim rolls his eyes again, harder this time. "As if you have bad angles."

Oh no. Kon's heart doesn't just flutter; it does a whole hop, skip, and a jump routine. "...You really think I'm pretty in this, Rob?"

Tim's face goes all soft again, and he reaches up to touch Kon's cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes over Kon's lower lip; Kon has to remind himself to breathe. "Yeah," he says. "I really do."

Kon's brain officially can't handle the amount of tenderness on Tim's face, and abruptly shorts out. Pretty rudely, too; the least it could've done is offer a two-week's notice or something.

Autopilot takes over: Kon pumps a fist and cheers, "Booyah!"

It's probably not the stupidest way he's ever responded to a compliment. Probably. But hey, at least Tim seems to find it funny.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

#the gender euphoria of it all...#timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #lemontongues

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velvetstreets · 2 years

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I have suuuch a specific request after Urban’s 🗼🚂 post. Could you maybe write something where Jack wants some pictures/ videos of him and his girl before going on tour so he asks Urban to help and maybe he gets more involved (or stays behind the camera, writers choice)?

JACKMAN & BIG WHOREEEE lmao

“Baby-“ Jack turned to look at you. The two of you were laying in his bed, both on your phones with Jack’s left hand rubbing up and down your exposed thighs.

“Yeah?”

“We need to take some new pics soon, before tour starts again.” He said scrolling through his photo album.

“Mmm, you’re right, it has been a while.” You said looking at him, reaching a hand out to caress his jaw. He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm. He set his phone down and took your hand, slowly kissing up your arm and onto your neck and chest. You closed your eyes and let out an sigh of relief.

Jack shifted so he leaned on his forearm while leaning over you a little, his other hand going to the waistband of your shorts. He slipped his hand through and palmed your pussy through your panties.

“Jack-“ you groaned, your head feeling fuzzy, rational thinking out the window as a primal feeling came over you - you’d do anything to get Jack to continue his movements.

“Would you be okay if Urban took pictures and a few videos for us?” He murmured in your ear, continuing to rub you through your panties, your arousal seeping through the fabric.

“Y-you want Urban to film us?” You asked, eyes still shut in ecstasy.

“You’ve seen his work, better than any iPhone. Plus I’ve seen the way you look at him, he looks at you the same.” Jack continued to kiss you and finally he slipped his fingers under your panties, rubbing at your clit a little before slipping two fingers in you.

You moaned loudly as Jack pulled your cami down, making your tits spill out. He attached his mouth to one of them as you groaned out.

“I- I didn’t know you saw t-that.” You said feeling guilty.

“Don’t feel bad baby, I think it’s hot.” He said, the pads his fingers rubbing against your walls.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My perfect ‘lil slut, squirming and writhing around on camera for us. How would you feel about that?” Jack said kissing up along your neck and jaw.

“C-could be fun. You’re okay with it?” You let a deep shaky breath out through your nostrils.

“You being spread out for me and Urban? Hell yeah. Plus he knows you’re mine anyways, it won’t be weird - but I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, this is just a suggestion.” Jack said as one of his thumbs massaged circles into your hips. You let out a moan of relief, your legs and hips always aching at least a little bit.

“Fuck yes, Jack, right there-“ you moaned.

He ceased his movements except for kissing along your chest.

“Need an answer before you cum babe.” He said nonchalantly, like he wasn’t holding onto the edge of your orgasm.

“Yes, let Urban film us, I don’t care- it’s all for you anyways.” You said letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Yeah? You sure? I don’t want you saying yes just because you’re about to cum y/n.” Jack said using your name; you knew he was serious and wanted your consent, or your objection to know where you stood on the situation.

“Yes, Jack. I’m okay with him filming us, promise. Now make me cum.” You told him, and he kissed your face a bunch making you giggle before he went back to the task at hand. His fingers worked at a face pace as they slipped in and out of you, his thumb harassing your clit with the hard pressure he was rubbing it at. Soon enough your orgasm crashed, your legs twitched around Jack’s hand, your jaw falling open into an “oh” shape, as your eyes were screwed shut - taking in your ecstasy.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you cum.” Jack chuckled before sucking his fingers clean of your essence.

4 days later..

Jack had invited Urban over for the night to hang out, already laying out the details and specifics for him beforehand. You were a little nervous to say the least, but both Jack and Urban reassured you that you had nothing to be worried or insecure about. Urban was adamant about that especially since he was the third wheel here. You warmed up to him a little more; usually you and Urban were besties, but you crawled a little back in your shell subconsciously when his eyes bulged out his head when he saw you in your lilac lingerie set.

“Chill man.” Jack said smacking him upside the head.

“Sorry. You look great y/n.” Urban said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks, Urb. So.. how do we do this?” You asked shyly.

“Y’all just do your thing, and I’ll give directions where they’re needed.” Urban said setting up his video camera and his vintage camera.

“I figure we’d take pictures first, and then videos?” He asked the two of you.

“Sounds good.” Jack said, making his way towards you, tilting your chin up and smiling down at you. “Y’okay baby?” He said quietly, only for you to hear. “Mmhmm.” You nodded your head - still in his palm - and smiled back at him, the dimples he loved so much peeking out.

You got on the middle of the bed, perched on your knees as you faced the boys. Jack put on some music to set the mood, with Urban starting to snap pictures as you posed. After a few shots, Jack placed his Kentucky state chain around you.

“A few with this chain too. Looks good on you sweetheart.” He said winking. Urban kept taking pictures as you continued to pose - tits, ass, thighs, pussy - all up in Urban’s camera lens, as well as his own face. He really tried to keep his professional brain on, but part of him couldn’t doubt the arousal he was feeling from seeing you like this. You saw his tongue peek out and swipe his lips when you sat on your knees spread, pulling your bra down enough for your tits to squeeze out, biting your lip.

“Okay lie on your back for me.” Urban asked you.

You did as he instructed, laying down on the bed and he straddled your waist to get a good birds eye shot.

Jack replaced his Kentucky state chain for the KY one now, his favorite chain to see you in. It was basically yours now, he wore it every once in a while, but he loved seeing it on you more than on him.

“So pretty for us, baby.” Jack praised you, boosting your confidence and smiling at him. Urban sat perched on top of you, careful not to make any certain moves; when all he really wanted to do was grind into your hips right now. You looked up at him so innocently, long lashes batting at him, soft thick pink lips that were coated in lip gloss, shining up at him. Urban continued to take a few pictures before you took your bra off. You laid back pushing your boobs together as your heard the shutter of his camera.

Urban asked Jack to exchange his camera for his video camera, deciding he had gotten enough pictures for now. It was when you reached a hand down to your panties and started to rub your clit under the fabric, letting out a soft moan, that Urban’s dick got hard. You felt and noticed this, looking up at him, grinning. Glancing at Jack, you gave him a knowing look, and he nodded, signaling he gave his permission. Looking back at Urban, you put your hand on his bulge, rubbing up and down his length, adding some pressure. Urban was caught off guard, lowering the gadget in his hand, looking at you with confusion and relief.

“It’s okay Urb. Keep going.” You assured him.

He craned his neck to look at Jack. “All good man.” He promised him. Urban turned back to you and got off the bed. Before you thought you had scared him off, he put the camera down and pulled down his jeans and T-shirt, so he was left in his boxers and undershirt. Jack did the same and walked over to the edge of the bed while Urban picked the video camera back up.

“C’mere, princess.” Jack said, pulling at your legs so you slid closer to him. He turned you over so you were on your stomach, and then he put his hands on your hips, lifting them so you were on your knees - ass in the air. Jack spanked you a few times, causing you to squeal and whine out in pleasure; Urban’s dick occasionally twitching at your moans within his boxers. Jack slid your panties down your legs, rubbing his hand over you ass again before spanking it one more time.

“Fuck!” You moaned into the sheets.

“Y’see what I mean about the sounds she makes for me Urb? So hot.” Jack chuckled as Urban hummed in agreement.

“Turn around again, sweetheart. We wanna see you.” Jack said rubbing his hand on your lower back, giving a kiss to your spine. You flipped over, and Jack took your ankles, spreading your legs open. He swiped his thumb through your folds, your left leg twitching at his action.

“So fucking wet, baby. You gotta come see this Urb.” Jack said. Urban bent down on his knees, and rested an arm over your leg to get a good angle of your pussy with his camera. Jack spread your folds with two fingers, and continued to rub at your clit with his thumb. He finally inserted two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of you. You couldn’t contain your moans, hands now removed from your tits, currents grasping at the sheets beneath you. Urban was practically drooling at how your pussy glistened on camera. He looked up at you and you met his stare, eyes hooded and smiling that sweet smile of yours at him, he could cum right now at sight before him to be honest.

Jack kissed your clit before removing his fingers, causing you to let out a frustrated whine. He slapped your clit, making you cry out before chuckling and removing his briefs.

“See how bratty she gets when she’s needy man? Dick is the only way to shut her up. Show us how needy you can get, sweet face.” He said turning his attention back to you. Jack stroked his dick a few times before positioning himself at your entrance. He slowly thrusted into you, letting out a grunt of relief, while you moaned out at the fullness.

“Oh god, Jack.” You cried out, as he sped his pace up, the slapping of his thighs against your ass echoing the room. Urban filmed Jack fucking you, watching as his dick slid in an out of your pretty pussy. He angled the camera back up you body, getting your chest and your face in the frame. You smiled up at him, and reached a hand out for him to take, which he did. You brought his hand to your breast, squeezing his hand over the flesh, making your moan out a borderline pornographic moan, to which Urban shivered at.

“Urbannnn-“ you whined out.

“She wants you in her throat Urb. Make her be quiet for a little.” Jack grunted.

You tugged Urban’s grey sweats down, his erect cock slapping up against his lower abdomen. He got closer to your face and you leaned your neck to swallow him whole.

“Jesus, fuck-“ Urban said inhaling a sharp breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick.

Jack took your right left and lifted it over his shoulder, causing him to hit a new position with in you. You felt your stomach start to tighten as Jack fucked you at the intense speed and harshness he thrusted at, his tip constantly nudging your cervix. You moaned around Urban’s cock, which was now slathered in your saliva and his precum, the blowjob becoming messy - a favorite of yours.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ Urban groaned out, as the hand that had snuck into your hair tugged at your locks. Urban pulled away from your mouth and jerked his cock, cumming in your mouth and on your tits, groaning deeply.

The action made your head fuzzy with arousal, making you clench around Jack’s dick as your toes curled and your grasp on the sheets inbetween you fingers were so hard you thought you had ripped them. You came with a loud moan, tears spilling from your eyes, your mascara running down the sides of your face. Jack finally reached his peak, pulling out and cumming all over your pussy and lower stomach.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, setting your leg down and leaning against your knees. You couldn’t speak. You were a floating mess, covered in cum and unable to form any words, much less use your voice to even squeak out a single sound.

“God damn. You weren’t lying about her mouth.” Urban groaned in disbelief. He also couldn’t believe he managed to keep filming the entire thing, he was everything went out of frame once you put your mouth on him, but he managed to capture everything - much to his surprise.

Jack laughed at his comment, and looking at you, expecting you to have a comeback or yell at Jack for discussing your sex life so freely with others. But nothing came, your brows furrowed and eyes still shut, riding out your orgasm and the intense wave this one was.

“Looks like the dick finally shut her up.” Jack joked and fist bumped Urban before the two boys put their boxers back on and went to clean you up and take care of you.

Jack came over with a warm wet cloth, cleaning the cum off of you before kissing your forehead.

“Footage is gonna come out great baby, you were our own personal pornstar. So pretty…” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy smile, eyes still very much hooded in exhaustion. The boys smiled at you, taking in the angelic sight that was you. You hair fanned out, drunk smile on your face, the smell of cum still on your skin, relishing in the attention and praise you received from the two men before you. The three of you felt beyond satisfied, and excited to rewatch the events that just played out again once it was all edited.

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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This story was taken from my old blog's drafts since it was nearly finished when I stopped lol.

@giugirl743 pretty sure it was you who asked for this.

Main 4 x reader - Adopting fluffies

Prelude:

It'd taken you slightly longer to finish your mission, leaving your partner to pace in his room, anticipating your return, or at least some news from you. He had half a mind to just go out to your location and find out what was keeping you, until you pushed the door open with your hip, a brown box in your arms.

"What took you so long?" He questioned, eyeing the box. "This, check it out." You laid it on the floor, opening up the flap to six little gruntlings, four of them looking similar with light grey fur, one with dark tiger stripe patterns, another a tortoiseshell of greys, but the two that stood out the most were the pure white one and pure black one.

Hank

- "What the fuck-" He's confused, these are perhaps the ugliest looking cats he's ever seen, tiny bumbling things without a muzzle or ears or even a tail. But he's easily won over as he sticks a hand into the box, the furry little fellas flocking to him, sniffing and rubbing against his arm.

- "Cute." He picks the melanistic one up, examining one of his teeny paws. "What the hell are they though? Some kind of... Cat-grunt hybrid?" "Seems like it. I found them in that box, along with a note saying 'Rejects, to be destroyed.' I couldn't leave them there Hank, I just couldn't."

- "You're lucky they're cute." By now the others had managed to climb their way out of the box, you shut the door to stop them escaping into the bowels of the base. "But what exactly are we going to do with them?"

- "Keep them of course, I don't know of anyone who'd take them in, and I'm sure as hell not leaving them outside to be hunted and killed. Look at them, they're just babies, they'll die Hank." Hank looked back to the black furball in his hands, he gave a pathetic 'mew' and licked Hank's thumb.

- "Doc is gonna be pissed with you." Doc is indeed pissed with you. "That's six more mouths to feed, six mouths that can't earn their stay, six mouths that need to be constantly monitored. You're a fucking idiot."

- You meekly held out Snowball, the albino female, to Doc's face. "How can you say no to her?" The others crowded around his feet, mewing and clawing at his trousers, pleading their case wordlessly.

- "For the love of- Y'know what, fine. They're your problem, I don't want to deal with them. You and Hank can sort it out between you, and if you can't, get rid of them, I am not helping you with them at all."

- Hank treats them like pets, he finds bowls for food and water, cat toys to keep them entertained, getting them collars with little bells so you can hear them because he's nearly stepped on them so many times. He also gets pet beds, which never actually get used because the furry gang all sleep on your shared bed.

- The little buggers shed a lot, Hank has gone through so many lint rollers trying to keep his trench coat clean. It doesn't work, the second its fur free, the fuzzy assholes climb all over him and get fur on it again.

Sanford

- "Whoa shit, look at that, haha-" He scoops the tortoiseshell one out of the box and looks her over. "Funny looking thing aren't you? Like a grunt, but... hairier."

- "Reject clones, agency was going to euthanize them." "What? But look at em! These things are just little babies." "I think that's the point honey. Agency is out to kill us, remember? Can't do that with furry babies." "I dunno babe, these things could kill with their cuteness, just like you."

- He takes to the lil furballs well, thanks to his massive frame he can easily carry all of them, a frequent sight around the base is four fluffballs clinging to his shoulders, one on his head, and the last in his arms. If anyone questions it, he just replies with "They're my kids."

- Similarly to Hank, he'll bring back goodies for them to play with, tiny mouse toys, balls with bells inside them, those fishing rod like tease toys with feathers on the end.

- He wasn't joking with the kids remark, mother hen mode is activated, he won't even allow Doc to tell them off if they eat some of his documents. "They're just little babies, they didn't do it on purpose, look at them." They 100% did it on purpose.

- When he's alone/thinks he's alone in the base, he'll talk back to them when they mew at him. Ford doesn't understand them, but he'll just smile and pat their little heads. "Oh, is that right?" "No, it's not dinner time yet." "You're right, they are a lovely parent, aren't they?"

- If Sanford falls asleep before you, expect no room to cuddle him, the fluffies have already claimed him as a snuggle buddy.

Deimos

- "Oh shit, I haven't seen one of these in ages." He picks up a pure grey one by the scruff and it squeals in protest. "Dei! Hold them gently or not at all!" You chastise him, taking the furry fella from his hand.

- "Babe, they're like every other clone, just smaller. And hairier. Trust me, these little bastards are just playing the long con, I know from experience." You raise an eyebrow at him. "But look at them, they're just little babies. You can't tell me they're sinister."

- "Babe, I know what clones are like, these guys included." He picked up another one, this time gently so you wouldn't get snippy with him again. "They just pretend to be pathetic little pets."

- "Pretending or not, I'm keeping them. If you don't like it, then you can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let the issue go.

- The more time you spend with them however, the sweeter he starts to become. You're curled up on the couch on your tablet, Jet sits on your lap and watches Deimos approach and sit next to you, tossing am arm around your shoulders. Jet lets out a soft "Meep!" and leaps from your lap into his. Instinctively he brushes his hand down the melanistic furball's back as though he was a cat.

- Maybe these walking dust balls aren't so bad after all. Jet pukes up a hairball onto Deimos' tank top. "You motherfucker-" Or maybe they're just waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.

2BDamned

- "No." "I haven't even-" "I know what you're going to ask, and it's a no." "But Kyle-" 2BD shakes his head. "Honey, I can let a lot of things slide, but this is just weird. They're clones, even if they are pretending to be domestic pets, they think, walk, and talk like us."

- You put your hands over his and gave him the best puppy eyes you could. "They're just babies, we could raise them right." It doesn't take much to wear him down, he can't resist you, those sad gorgeous eyes, soft low tone, delicate frown.

- "You're gonna be the death of me. Fine. There are conditions, however." You don't let him finish, jumping into his arms and kissing his forehead. "Thank you." He exhales and shakes his head. "They're your burden to bear. If you can't care for them, then I will get rid of them."

- And he's true to his word, he doesn't feed them, groom them, play with them, nothing. It's entirely your responsibility. Hairballs? You're doing the washing. Poop/pee accidents? You're cleaning the floor.

- He refuses to warm up to them. To him, they're just little pests, no doubt one day they'll grow up and just be assholes to him anyway. And yet the little bastards won't leave him alone. Mewling and begging for his love, tiny paws pulling at his pant legs.

- Yet he remains steadfast. One night you find him leaning back in his chair, having dozed off during one of his many all-nighter sessions of work, Tiger has made his lap her resting place. Sitting in loaf position, the fluff sleepily chirps as you come over.

- You gently rouse 2B and guide him to bed, knowing he'll be cranky about a sore spine otherwise. Tiger follows, and in his sleepy state, 2B doesn't push her away when she settles on his chest to sleep as well.

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat reader insert #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank #hank x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #fluffy grunts #x gon deliver to ya

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rebornologist · 2 years

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Hi there, can you write something fluffy with bel?

HII GUESS WHAT I'M BACK ... yes >:)

♡ “Either/Or” Belphegor/Reader* fluff₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

*gender neutral, ‘they’ pronouns; 3rd person count: 802 words Warnings? my attempt at fluff, some swear words ehe, maybe a lil far-fetched for Bel and way too domestic bc we all know this guy is just straight up abnormal (lovingly). btw this is TYL Bel. I write only for of-age characters xx

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“Hey.. hey, Bel—”

[name] was rubbing the sleep out of their tired eyes, their quiet voice escaping them in a feeble croak.

“Hmmmmm..?”

“If you had to choose between me or Mink…” they began, fingers stroking down the fluffy body of the mustelid nestled between the two of them. The animal chittered softly in their slumber and rolled over slightly, their fuzzy tail flopping in sleepy satisfaction.

The blonde shifted to face [name], the same ol’ lazy grin plastered on his pale face. The two had spent most of the day napping, draped over each other, as usual. This time with the special guest: visone tempesta. Mink seemed to have taken a liking to [name] in particular lately.

[name] had one of Bel’s shirts on. The striped red and black one, that was well outdated at this point… the thin material was worn down from wear and washing for nearly ten years now. Belphegor’s hands slid across his significant other’s back, gently tugging at the soft fabric as he mused. He tilted his head, long fringe falling out of place and pale lashes sweeping over his cheekbones as he closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.

They waited patiently, and [name]’s eyes drifted towards Bel’s slightly pursed lips. The man was really mulling over that question, huh… The thought of kissing him flashes in their mind.

He clicks his tongue and looks right at them, catching them off guard. Their eyes shifted nervously as they realized how silly of a question that may have been. Was he judging them?

“What do you want to hear, älskling*?” He smiles wider, capturing [name]’s gaze, his eyes narrowing like a cat. It was just like him to answer questions with more questions. He leaned closer, nose almost brushing against theirs. The glint of mischief in his eyes.

He was met with silence. [Name]’s turn to think. With each passing second, they felt their cheeks heat up, and their thoughts were going a mile a minute… but they were also thinking nothing at all. They blanked. [name] was unconsciously leaning back to create more distance between them. The closeness was too much. Burning with embarrassment, they squeezed their eyes shut to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I- I uh… I don’t know, I just thought I’d mess with you by asking somethin’ stupi—OH!”

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, grinning as widely as ever. He had rolled over them, putting his full weight on [name] under him. “You’re not escaping now~” He teased as [name] squirmed in refusal.

“Youuu asked in hopes of me picking you over Mink, right?”

Somehow, the weasel was still sleeping soundly through this. (Some mustelids do sleep like the dead, tbh.)

“UHHHH noOo-!”

“Why would you even try to lie to my face?” He could barely stifle the giggle that escaped him. Just as he grabbed them by the wrists, [name] kicked him off of them, and the two rolled onto their sides, limbs in a tangle.

“Shishishi~ What did you think I’d saaaay, my dear [name],” He pressed, rolling with them atop the plush sheets.

“You’re the-oh! Geez, Belphegor, you’re-HAHAh, the worst!” [name] was doing their best to keep it together as they were fighting for their life here wrestling their professional assassin boyfriend. The playfulness in his voice set their mind at ease, but Bel was relentless.

“Do you see me putting Mink in my shirts?”

“I-I don’t know-AH, maaaybe? I feel like you would-BAH—”

He stops, once again straddling [name].

“Would you pick between Mink and I…?” His smile dropped.

Under his mussed up hair, his gaze met [name]’s, stone faced. They looked up at him. Even after all this time, they would find themselves awestruck by their gorgeous prince, half-hidden eyes and all. [name] spent a full beat in silence, nearly forgetting the question had the handsome man above them not clicked his tongue again to snap them out of it.

“Wellllll… Mink wouldn’t toy with my feelings like th—” they stopped themselves mid thought. Mink would totally mess with people like this, especially [name] because they had a soft spot for him and would cave to his acting all sad and hungry to beg for treats (lmao).

He couldn’t take it, his poker face was gone instantly, and he threw his head back in laughter.

“Kära du*, [name]... only you would be stupid enough to say shit like this,” he pressed their arms up over their head, smiling right above his dear [name]’s face. "Asking such questions..." he mused, gaze unfaltering. What they didn’t see in his eyes was the adoration deep in his catlike stare. He pecked their lips, softly. Much softer than usual. As much as he hated admitting to it, teasing [name] itched his brain warmed his heart.

fin.

*I love HCing that Bel is from a Scandinavian country lmao, in this case these are Swedish terms of endearment bc I personally love using them BUT I think he’d actually speak Icelandic tbh aaaanyway— he said darling & my dear :)

YALL. What he meant when he said that ..they were stupid enough to ask something like that... what he's THINKING... is to never doubt him again, if that's what their silly brain is doing. He's nuts (literally) about his y/n. I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS BUT ITS BC ANON GAVE LITERALLY 0 DETAILS AND I HAD NOTHIGN TO JUMP OFF FROM but I love him I love Belphegor so much so I had to.. Hope ya enjoyed lolol I'm also trying new stuff with formatting so I hope. I hope things aren't wack af. All my love, xoxo Jyun.

#long post #belphegor x reader #belphegor khr #khr #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #hitman reborn #hitman reborn x reader #khr x you #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr fluff #belphegor fluff #khr fanfic #reborn khr #reader insert #prince the ripper #tyl belphegor

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sniffinjimmy · 1 year

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i wrote a lil something for the anon that wanted jimmy hypnosis... not hugely pleased with it but itll do for now i think! maybe ill write a better version of this later on. enjoyyyyyy

Kim always felt protective and possessive over Jimmy. Wanting to keep him from harm. Wanting him to be safe. Wanting him to be… submissive. He always was in some kind of trouble, or danger, or conflict. She needed to keep him safe! Away from everyone, everything that could harm him.

…So, after a sufficient amount of research, she managed to convince Jimmy to drop to his knees, eyes closed, safe at home with her, after enough of learning about how to manipulate your husband or boyfriend’s mind to just do as you say… but it wasn’t just that. Many late nights of online scrolling onto hypnosis forums and websites had led her to this point. She needed jimmy obedient. She needed him good, behaved, and meek. She needed a wife.

And that thought made her excited, imagining her lover as a submissive, obedient housewife.

So Kim had figured that the best way to do this was to affirm in his mind that obedience = pleasure.

Because what was a better way to control a man than through his libido?

…

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” Kim spoke up, watching as jimmy’s soft blue eyes fluttered open.

“huh..? Kim, seriously? What the hell is this?” he chimed in, confused and chuckling.

Kim was holding an old pocket watch. She’d picked it up at a second hand shop downtown.

“You’re seriously… trying.. to… hypnotize me.?” he held his head.

“No. no… don’t move. don’t say anything, alright? Just do as you’re told.” The blonde spoke in a gentle voice.

“Can you do that, jimmy?”

The sweaty male lawyer nodded. That was fast.

His brows scrunched together.

Kim could see that his face was flushing red, looking so hot under the collar. So needy.

Did he… like this? Was he enjoying it? For real?

“what a good boy. I’ll make you feel even better. Would you like that?”

Jimmy was agreeable. He nodded, barely even able to fight back. He didn’t want to. It felt nice to go along. His mind was fuzzy. He was blissful.

“You know, I’ve always seen you as a bit of a girl…” Kim giggled.

She could see that Jimmy was embarrassed, even through the hypnosis. His eyes remained fixed upon her.

“kind of sweet, hm? Kind of… womanly? So good… You want to be extra good, right? For me?” she smiled, her boyfriend’s face all red. “…yeah?” she smiled, eyes scrunched, uncertain if it was working.

It was. Jimmy nodded.

“and being a girl feels good for you, right? it feels so nice… it makes you happy, doesn’t it?” she started petting his hair affectionately, like a pet.

“yess…” his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown out in lust, irises a soft and beautiful blue.

And at her command, jimmy unbuckled his pants, let his girlfriend dress him in the cutest of her own outfits- a nice, professional black skirt, a soft blue (like his eyes!) button up shirt, even some heels and stockings. And a necklace, too. So pretty. Mind so far away.

She made sure to tell him that he was pretty. Make him well aware of it.

“you’re beautiful, jimmy. And y’know what would make you even more beautiful…?”

Jimmy’s dick was hard. She could very well see it twitching and throbbing as she ordered him in the sweetest of voices to step into a frilly, pink pair of women’s underwear. They could not contain his dick, it stuck out, hard, he was flushed a shade of pink as Kim teased.

She whispered to him- “…if you were my wife.”

Jimmy whined again, sitting back on his knees. Kim’s foot gently, so gently, raised up, rubbed and nudged against jimmy’s dick through the skirt. He made the cutest little sounds in return. Whines and whimpers, little “ohhs” and “ahhs”.

“you’re such a girl, jimmy.” she laughed. “what a wuss.” Her smile beamed. “can’t even control yourself. I bet you’re gonna cum so fast.”

Jimmy was humiliated, unable to resist however as his wife pretty much forcibly feminized him. Degraded him…

“my poor little wife…so embarrassed, hmm?” she cooed. “doesn’t it feel nice, though? Being all pretty?”

“mm… yes…” his breathing was heavy, he was too cute for words, all dressed up so sweet.

“and are you a good boy?”

“I’m a good girl…” he managed to whine out as the sole of kim’s foot rubbed on his aching, thick cock. Dripping so much, making such a mess.

“Oh? guess someone likes being a girl. So wet, too...”

His brows furrowed, all sweaty. Mind fuzzy.

Kim ordered him up. Rubbing his cock, through the skirt still, this time with her hand. Her hands were so soft…

“does my babygirl like when I play with her clit?” Kim spoke in a loving voice, sweet and sugary. She stroked him all nice and slow.

“yes, yesss…” he was full-on panting now… face and scrunched and overwhelmed, drooly and dumb.

“why not do this for me then. rub your chest while I play with you, alright? Can you do that, sweetheart?”

He nodded, no longer flinching at the feminine names and words, hands immediately going up to flick and pinch at his nipples, rubbing and fondling the sensitive buds so eagerly with his fingers.

Breath hot and heavy, he couldn’t hold back, gasping as he came. So so much, so early.

Jimmy loved it. His brain struggled to gain control and lost, being a girl just felt too nice…

So it became permanent.

He wanted to stay like this forever.

and he did! Permanently hypnotized, permanently woozy and dumb. Horny, needy, hot and always desperate for Kim.

He dressed in her clothes, regularly, then she got him his own pretty outfits. Keeping him dumb and obedient. Keeping him as her wife... at home, safe, comfortable, as he cleaned and cooked in the house.

He was almost as much of a woman as Kim was, it seemed, all dressed up, even going out in cute heels and dresses. Her trophy wife…

The connection of being a girl = hot remained. Jimmy’s dumb brain was pretty much rewired at this point. Getting hard so easy. Permanently reduced to an affectionate male wife. Vying for touch…

he wore a cute pink apron in the evenings when Kim came home, watched as he cooked, kissing his neck and face. Jimmy getting hot at her touch.

“oh hey, welcome home, Kim.” He chirped up, cheerily, meekly. “I made dinner!” the househusband worked so hard for his beloved wife, always striving to please.

Kim grabbed a handful of his ass, manhandling the former-lawyer now turned obedient submissive spouse.

#writing #my writing

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radeclipsezinedream · 2 years

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Kidnapped and used

I was returning from the party that night and relaized I had gotten too late today. I sigh and start seeing for a cab but unable to get one. At last I decided to start walking back home.

I was half way there when I sensed someone behind me , I looked back but there was nothing . So I thought it was my hallucination so I continued to walk but still with a lil fear. 5 mins went by and that's when I suddenly am groped and before I could make sense I passed out.

I was rudely woken up to cold water being splashed on me and slowly regained consciousness. It was a dimly lit room and I could see a man I had never seen before. He was tall and work built with tattoos on his arms. He looked at me with a smirk and gripped my chin "Hello , pretty , I see you are finally up".

I gulped , the closer he got the more intimidating he seemed. I managed to finally mumble "W-who are y-uou?" He laughed a little and slapped me . I was taken aback by the sudden slap. "listen you cunt , you don't ask questions here , you just do what I say if you want to make it easier for you . Or else...I'll get it done anyways , one way or the other".

I was about to protest but then saw him taking out a knife slowly touching it on my face and softly dragging it across."I'm sure you don't want me to actually use it Soo you better don't force me to because trust me , I will". He says with a hard glare . His intimidating personality and deep voice , the cold metal everything adding to my anxiety and fear.

I simply nod and slump back in fear. He smirks again "Good girl, a pretty girl like you alone on the streets this late , what were you even thinking " he laughed while still trailing the knife over my body. My eyes start to water .

As he moves the knife on my body ,he next starts to tear off my top and left me topless. I widened my eyes and yelled but he immediately slapped me "Shut up cunt or I'll have to gag you, not that you won't like it right " I kept quiet and was too scared to move , he slowly happens to leave me all naked with all my clothes torn.

I shiver and try to cover but his rough hands grope my breasts and started to fondle with the other hand rubbing my clit ever so softly.

Even though it shouldn't but all this happened to arouse me "You are wet babygirl" he chuckled. My face turned red in embarrasment and I tried my best to bite my lips to not let out any moan but failed . This only encouraged him more and he continued to tease me for a while then eventually flipped me over and without any warning spanked me hard thrice. I let out a yelp but before I could react he spanked me thrice again. I tried to bite my lips and stiffle a moan again. It felt weird ....pleasure and pain both.

He then again used his hands to grope me and fondle with me , pinching me while fingering my ass at the same time using my wetness as a lube. After a few minutes he suddenly jammed into me and started thrusting in and out me. I screamed in pain ...or pleasure...I didn't know at this point but I was so very aroused that I was too fuzzy to understand anything. He roamed his hands all over me while now choking me and thrusting at the same time. I could feel him close as his moans got louder as well. I shouldn't like this but for some reason I couldn't understand why I didn't hate it

"Such a slut you are, enjoying getting fucked by a total stranger". My eyes watered at this thought but I couldn't help it at this point. The choking making me all fuzzy as his hands again roamed all over me while at the same time I could feel him cum in my ass with a loud moan.

I was so exhausted that my legs wobbled , he qucikly plugged my ass. "You will keep it in you like a good slut unless I'm back for the next time" . I was too tried to argue or struggle as he tied me up and gagged me . "maybe I should get some friends next time , you sure are a good whore and it was a good fuck" he smirked and slammed the door shut leaving me naked , tied and gagged.

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aeide-thea · 3 years

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*fantasizes about cultivating really terrible facial hair*

#like not even on-purpose-terrible just like. i doubt my squashy little face would be improved by it #but like. just think. i could rub my fuzzy lil face the way i rub my fuzzy little calves. comfort fur.#like just in general 'body as sensory playground for self' > 'body as consumable aesthetic object'#i was going to add 'for others' but like. honestly i think the distinction a lot of people make between 'for others' and 'for themselves' is #kind of nonsense #ime even like. women getting dressed up to go on dates get dressed up in a way they think is cute‚ period.#it's not like 'oh i personally feel bad in this outfit but i'm Wearing It For My Man.' you learn 2 feel cute in what society says is cute #I Know‚ It Happened 2 Me #like the only circs i can think of where people are explicitly dressing to other people's aesthetic standards while violating their own are #professional settings #and/or if you're trying to pass as cis and/or het (often a concern in professional settings but not *just* there)#but ultimately like. what we think is cute is in dialogue with what society has taught us is cute‚ i feel like #for definitions of 'society' that include 'queer subcultures'#(obviously like. ppl who dress in ways that are deliberately visibly gnc Aren't Doing It For the Gender Police)#(but i do think we do it in the context of like. working towards a different concept of what's aesthetically pleasing)#(which IS subculturally-supported)#but anyway i just don't think it's ever as straightforward as 'i'm presenting myself this way For Me‚ Not For Society'—you contain society #but like. idk. i guess really my point is 'it's not a simple either/or binary'#(who could ever have seen that stance coming from me)#anyway uh. love the evolution of this post. this IS what it's like 2 be in my brain actually.#Wild Rollercoaster Tangents of Dubious Validity #also i started this post hours ago & then got distracted and forgot to hit post. which is similarly‚ alas‚ on brand. anyway. go time.

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phantomspiderr · 3 years

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Attentive

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: just a little thigh/face riding with your favourite lil witch

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, face riding, couple of curse words, Wanda speaking Sokovian(that needs to be a warning), overstimulation if you squint

a/n: I used a mix of Romanian and Russian for the Sokovian. This is also only the second time I’ve wrote smut (there’s a bucky smut coming) so I hope it’s okay

(not my gif)

･☆: *.☽ .* :☆

“Be a good girl and cum for me baby,” Wanda assists with rolling your hips against her thigh, her hands holding onto your hips tightly. A high pitched whine leaves your throat and your hands grip her shoulders so much you can feel your nails digging into her flesh.

“Eyes on me,” Wanda leaves small kisses along your collarbone before tilting her head back to look at you, face contorted in pleasure as your hips continue working you to euphoria. “Atat de dragut (so pretty), doing so well my love.”

The way Wanda so effortlessly switches from Sokovian to English dumbfounds you. You may not fully understand what she says but god does it so good coming from her mouth.

Your hips rock faster as Wanda continues to praise you and you’re so close and Wanda knows it. Without warning her palm comes down roughly on your ass before both her hands are gripping your cheeks. She manages to drag you against her thigh even faster now and you lose it. Mumbling out curses mixed with her name and you can’t keep your eyes on her stunning face anymore. You’re visions spotty as you clamp your eyelids shut.

Your legs are starting to ache but Wanda relentlessly keeps up the pace she’d set, working you fully through your orgasm.

“Ah-h Wands, fuck.” Your entire body shakes in her lap as you become incredibly sensitive, Wanda slows the movement of your hips. Her hands creep up your back as you slump against her, head resting on her shoulder as you draw in deep breaths.

“You did so good for me printsessa(princess),” Wanda rubs her hand between your shoulder blades, “you think you can cum again like this for me baby? Then you can lay down and let me ride that pretty face of yours.”

The matter of fact tone in which she speaks makes you know she’s not actually asking but requesting that that’s what’s going to happen. The best part is all you can do is whine which makes her chuckle against your neck where she starts placing open-mouthed kisses.

“You can do it, just one more.” Wanda wraps her around your lower back and presses your hips down against her soaked thigh. Your body flinches at the contact and Wanda giggles, her other hand moving to hold your face. She encourages you to sit back and look down on her, her eyes raking over your dishevelled appearance.

“One more?” You pant as she continues to move your hips slowly. Wanda pulls your face down to hers and she slots her lips over yours in a delicate kiss.

“One more,” she repeats, lips brushing against yours as she speaks. In return you roll your hips against her, moaning at the friction. The sounds you make have Wanda grinning, proud of herself because she knows she’s the only one that can make you feel like this.

Your mind goes fuzzy as Wanda kisses you again, having not fully come down from your last high you could feel the next approaching quicker. You begin to grind faster, your own thighs burning from the position you’re in. Wanda has you crying out as she starts gently bouncing her leg, the added sensation sends you completely over the edge. You’re moaning against her lips, pulling apart to gasp in air before Wanda pulls you back in, her tongue sliding into your mouth easily.

Wanda takes over guiding your hips at a speed that would rival her brothers, your entire body convulses as yet another orgasm rips through you.

“Frumoasa (beautiful),” Wanda rests her forehead against yours. The hand that was resting against your cheek has moved around to hold the back of your neck, holding you even more in place. You’re completely at her mercy, body going limp again, only jolting forward every few seconds as Wanda slows your movements.

Your breath mixes with hers as you hold onto her shoulders tightly, surprisingly Wanda’s panting almost as much as you.

“I could watch you do this all day,” her eyes flick down to your lips for a second before she looks up at you again. “Could listen to you moan my name over,” she pecks your lips, “and over,” her lips move to your cheek, “and over again.” She kisses the spot under your ear and your eyes flutter shut upon hearing her sultry voice directly in your ear.

“You’re amazing Wanda,” you manage to breathe out as she continues to kiss and mark your neck.

“Oh, I know.” Cocky little witch.

“Let me make you feel good now baby,” your hands cup her face, pulling her head back so you can look at her and she’s smirking up at you.

“You’re so good to me Y/N,” her fingers move up your sides, lightly tickling the skin as she moves. “Lay down, my love.”

Immediately you do as you’re told, gingerly climbing off Wanda’s lap and then ungracefully flopping down on your back against the mattress. Wanda giggles as you make grabby hands at her, a giant grin gracing your face.

Wanda manoeuvres herself until her, still glistening, thighs are on either side of your head. She smiles down at you when your arms wrap around her thighs. Her hand comes down to rest on top of your head, her fingers combing through your hair.

You watch as your tongue glides against her, her hips rutting forward and head falling back in pure bliss. Her free hand grips onto the headboard as her body sinks fully into you. Her entire weight almost crushing your head in the most delightful way.

Already the prettiest sounds tumble out of her mouth and you’ve barely begun. You’re devouring her like you never have before, determined to repay the favour. Her fingers tighten around your hair, harshly tugging as she rides herself against your face. Absolutely obscene sounds echo around the room and your eyes stay glued to your girlfriends face, watching her mumble in both English and Sokovian. Her entire body starts vibrating when you hold her hips down, giving her no choice to move away.

“Malyshka (baby),” her eyes lock with yours for a split second before her head flings back as you smugly add more pressure to her clit. She’s moaning with her chest heaving and she’s trying to move her hips upwards, away from you, but your grip is so tight that she just ends up grinding more against your open mouth. You can feel her hips stuttering and thighs squeezing your head and you know she’s close now.

“Fuck. So good. So, so good.” Wanda pants, her fingers tightening around your hair and she’s tugging so hard that your eyes sting with tears but you don’t stop. Her increasing moans only spur you on to get her to her climax. It only takes a few moments before she’s repeating the same Sokovian curse over and over and god does she look so pretty from this angle. Her mouth hanging open, drawing in sharp breathes in between cries of your name as she comes undone above you.

You slow your movements and her legs tremble beside you. She rocks her hips only a few more times before she stops, head falling against her outstretched arm. You manage to turn your head so you can place loving kisses against her thigh, keeping your eyes on her while she comes down from her high. You whisper words of love against her skin until her eyes flutter open and a smile graces her lips.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, her chest still heaving slightly. She loosens her grip on your hair, gently combing through the strands and soothing the slight pain that’s there.

“I love you,” you place another kiss against her skin before she slowly moves. Her body quivers as she manages to sit upright. Your hands rub gentle circles on the outside of her thighs as she readies herself to move off of you. You allow her the time she needs, sharing an intimate moment as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Wanda keeps her hand resting on the headboard as she raises her leg up and over you. Then she slides down to lay next to you. You both turn your heads to look at each other, smiling at one another. Wanda’s fingers slide down your inner wrist and down your palm until they interlock with yours. She turns onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow and eyes falling shut for a second. You prop yourself up on your elbow and squeeze her hand. She opens them again, her brown eyes staring right back at you as you lean over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I wasn’t done with you yet,” you pull back enough to see her face as her expression spreads into excitement and your heart blooms with love for the woman in front of you as your lips crash back onto hers.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins.

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours.

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense.

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough.

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

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lareinenoir · 3 years

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|The Knots| pt II Chris Evans x Black! Reader

***

“I love you.”

“Ok, what did you do?” You asked continuing to type across the keys of her laptop.

“I can’t just say I love you.” Said Chris laying across her feet, playing with the little fuzzies on the bottom of your socks.

“I already know you love me. At least you better.” You joked continuing to work, your eyes not leaving the screen. “So, what did you do? Put my lingerie in the dryer? Or lost one of my hair clips down the drain again?” You said as Chris went silent and you looked up, pushing your glasses on your nose. “Oh boy...” you sighed

“Baby before you get mad.” He said sitting up, grabbing your legs and putting them across his lap after putting your laptop on the nightstand. “Just hear me out.”

“Chris I don’t have time for this. What the hell is going on.” You say hating how he was beating around the bush. “Just tell me.” You shake your head, putting the hood of one of the hoodies you were wearing over your head.

“I love you.” He kept saying while kissing your hands. Traveling all the way up to your shoulder. It gave you chills as your back laid against the pillow and he licked the crook of your neck with his tongue. Your stomach lurched with chills of excitement as he kisses it gently,

“Chris...” you moaned as he continued to kiss that single spot, over and over again. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled his body on top of you. Letting out a slow breath as your eyes begin to close enjoying the warmth of his body.

“I have to tell you something. It’s kinda may be really important.” He let on in between kisses as he tracked his kisses to the corner of your mouth.

“If you don’t tell me now, imma be real mad.” You sort of say in frustration as your core throbbed at his kisses. “Don’t tell me, never mind. I kinda just want to keep doing this...” you mutter leaning forward and nibbling at his ear.

“Promise you won’t get mad.” He asked as your legs hook around his torso. You were getting annoyed at that point. Chris knew how much you liked kisses along your body and how neck kisses could send you if you were really in the mood.

“Just say it, damnit...” you moan against his ear as his hands continue to rub your sides tenderly with slow movements.

“I may or may not have started a “controversial” debate about Channel 12 and the entire entertainment industry.” It was silent and she had looked down at him as his head rested on her stomach. “After we were done with your hair last night and we posted that picture on Instagram I went to Twitter and said ‘When does hair define how good a news anchor is. @channel12 @cartertherockman will you threaten termination to everyone whose hair is considered ‘untamed or just to people of color?” You didn’t speak again and just let out a long sigh as Chris started giving her his reasons. “I knew what I was doing and I did it because you may not be the first and I told you how I felt about it and I’m sorry babe, but it ain’t fair.” He said, “you deserve a lot better than that and I’ll be dammed if I sit by and let them get away with that.”

You were thinking to yourself and quite frankly you were really mad. Mostly because you were writing a resignation letter to your boss just a moment ago. Carter Rockman was the straw that broke the camel's back. You were tired of trying to find excuses to stay where you were, even though you loved being on the news. It was time to move on from Channel 12.

“Y/N...” Chris said and you rubbed your eyes and sighed.

“I don’t know if it’s the fresh-cut the lil line up you got going! But!” You exclaimed being really dramatic. “Christopher Robert Evans I like yo nerve.” You burst into laughter and cover your face as he chuckled nervously.

“Wait, what?” He asks between laughs very confused

“Baby, look.” You grab your laptop and show him the beginning paragraphs of your resignation letter. And it wasn’t a nice one. “I have literally been sitting here debating if I should send it or not. It’s kinda mean isn’t it?”

“Your short mini muffin head lookin’ ass can’t tell me what to do anymore because I quit!” He read your last statement dying of laughter. “Have a good day, sincerely Y/N Evans.” With his hand on his chest and his head bent back as he continued to laugh. “I don’t think you should send this.”

“I really want to.” You replied “Really really bad.”

“You know I love your hair right?” He asked getting more serious. “We could go up there together. I could-“

“Baby, it’ll just make things worse. You don’t like too much paparazzi and the only camera I want to be in front of is that of Channel 12.”

“It’s kinda gone viral, now.” He said as you both looked at the retweets. “A million.”

“A million?”

“Well, a couple more than a million and a lot of retweets and emails and messages from people.” He went on. “I filtered out all the bad comments, but there are a lot of stories.”

He went on and you just watched him rant. Chris’ face scrunched in as he paced around the room. His eyes darting from you and to the laptop as he talked about your old job. Chris would make sarcastic comments and then go back to reading some of the sweet tweets.

“I love you, you know that?” You said

“I know you said you aren’t mad but is this going to hurt your rep-wait I’m sorry.” He stopped as he cupped your face in his large hands.

“I don’t care about that stuff, Chris.” you say as you sat crossed-legged and inhaled his natural body smell, kissing his palm.

“So can I send that email?” He asked and he laughed loudly. “Like I kinda really wanna send that email myself. Face to face. At your old job. Maybe a little P.S at the end and then I show up with my fist.” He laughed as you pulled him back onto the bed. His body not filling crushing you as he rolled over and you mounted his torso. “You know you don’t have to work, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” You nodded as his hands gripped your waist and you rested your chin on your arms as you get him to inhale. “I went to school for this, babe. This is what I wanna do. I don’t think I’m going to send that email, though. It’s really mean.” You chuckle a little “and now thanks to you the whole world knows I’m Chris Evans’ wife-“

“I told you I could send it for you.” He replied

“I don’t wanna be the angry black woman. I want to just put this behind me. Help me look for another job?” You asked sitting up.

Chris just stared at you, his finger caressing your cheek. He had a little smile on his face and he nodded his head. “Whatever you need.” He muttered

You both looked over at your phone vibrating and it was an unknown caller. Chris picked it up and put it to his ear. “Hello?” He started. “No, this is her husband. Yeah she’s here. Regarding…” you narrowed your brows and he sat up on his elbows as you climbed off of him. “You’re on speaker.” He said putting the phone down.

“Mrs. Evans, I’m Katie Sanchez with Channel 12 News. How are you this evening?”

“I’m fine ma’am, you?” You respond

“Doing a lot better now that I’m talking to you.” She giggled “Anyway, I am the President of Channel 12 News and I wanted to offer you a sincere apology.”

She went on to say Carter Rockman was fired and they didn’t want him to continue to be a representation of the Channel. A part of you was happy that he was fired but then maybe it was because your husband went to his socials to vent about how unfair it is.

“We were hoping to give you his position. That is if accept our invitation to come back.”

“Can I think about it?” You said instantly. There was silence on the other end. “Ms. Sanchez, don’t take it as disrespectful or that I’m wasting your time, I would really just like some time. I’m not the first and I won’t be the last to undergo a form of racism in my line of work. And not to put a dent in your speech, but my termination went unnoticed for a while until my husband said something.” You said clearing your throat.

“Of course.” She responded, “How about an answer by the end of next week yes?”

“Yeah, that would be great.” You replied looking at Chris. “Have a nice day.” And then you hung up.

“Okay, so congratulations.” He said with a smile

“For what?”

“New job, babe? That’s exciting.” He said as you stood up and walked to the bathroom. Was it? “Y/N, what the matter? Surely you’re gonna take the job right.”

“No I’m not actually.” You shook your head and leaned on the sink as you stared at your face in the mirror. “I don’t even know why I said I was going to think about it. I’ve already made up my mind.”

“Ok.” He nodded folding his arms. “What’s really going on?” He asked folding his lips and tilting his head.

“In the eight years I’ve done journalism, I’ve had to report things like this. The white man attacking his black man. In the streets, at work, In public, online. I just never thought it would happen to me, ya know?” You shrug and sigh “I really wish you didn’t say anything.” You laughed

“So it my fault?” He questioned “Baby, I’m sorry-“

“No no no, that’s not what I’m saying at all.” You shake your head and look at the floor. “You do play a part in my decision though. If I’m going to do journalism I want it to be on my terms. I don’t want to have to be aware that I am black. Does that make sense?” You ask and he reached for your hand nodding. “I know I’m black, but to have someone tell you who your are…” you say looking back at the mirror and bringing your hand to his chest as you two neared one another. “I don’t know, I just don’t wanna go back there and have everyone look at me.”

“I understand.” He nods as he hugs your body. “I love you.” Said Chris in a low voice. “I really really love you, Y/N.” He said squeezing you closer “I am so sorry you had to go through that,” you felt your eyes water and a single tear slipped

“You’re so sweet. I love you too, Chris.” You smile looking up at him and kiss his chin.

….

Hey y’all! I know I’ve been MIA😬 but hopefully you don’t hate me to much now. Here’s what I promised months ago! Lmk in the comments and Reblog❤️

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whumperooni · 3 years

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what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face.

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he��d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass.

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.

#touya todoroki x reader #tw incest #tw breeding kink #it took me forever to finish this but god i do love this concept :'3

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