Study Date

sorry I’ve been on such a Dabi high lately but I almost croaked earlier at the thought of being his college gf and just being so opposite of each other!!!!!! you’re all good grades and perfect attendance, easily approachable and sweet smiles. and he’s all grumpy faced and dark clothing, makes people nervous whenever he stands outside smoking right by the doors.

who the hell would’ve thought you two would end up together? it just didn’t make a lick of sense seeing you two from the outside. but when they get a glimpse of you guys together, alone, everything just falls into place.

he’s so supportive of everything you do, no matter how dumb or nerdy he thinks it is. he keeps count of your stitches for you when you crotchet, doesn’t mind being your model for a cropped hot pink sweater you’re creating, wears the knitted beanie around campus that you made for him. he hates not having your attention but he takes some of the same classes you take so that he can help you study, quiz you when you’re not too sure of the subject, maybe even help you cheat if you want (you don’t, but he always offers).

he buys you your favorite drink at the cafes and always carries an extra laptop charger in case you forget. he helps you pick out your outfits when you’re unsure, and loves the opposite aesthetic whenever you stand hand in hand with him. he praises you when you succeed, and comforts you with your failures. he looks like a dirtbag that hangs around campus to be a creepy bum, but he’s there for you through and through <3

» Pretty Boy

Smokey Eyes 👁👁

「 A dangerous look … 」

Just thought… what if…

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — sometimes your boyfriend’s want for you just seems to be insatiable.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, mating press, breeding, biting, he loses control of his technique a teeny tiny bit at the end, im going absolutely insane. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiii this is a lil mix of my gojo thoughts over the past few months, my sanity is slipping as u can tell <3

the way gojo satoru was in bed was exactly how he was in real life, absolutely merciless when he wanted to be, you realise with the dizzy haze in your mind and the pillow he’s shoved under your hips. there’s a pleasurable burn in your thighs where he’s got them folded into you, your ankles dangling by his ears as his hips press into your ass and the way he looks over you is needy, and a little wild.

but he only really got like this on on a few occasions, like after a gruelling mission, a boring mountain of paperwork or maybe you’d been teasing him. sometimes he’s just consumed by the idea of you carrying his kids— he’s so incredibly insatiable.

“you feel me right here, sweet thing, hm?” the snowy haired man above you hisses with a languid roll of his hips, deliberately pressing into the sweet spots inside of you that he always seems to be able to find so easily. but you can barely breathe, nevermind answer with how full you feel — your warm walls twitching around his heavy shaft before he’s giving you a few more thrusts.

“don’t hold out on me, it feels good, right?” gojo goads, chuckles when the next particularly deep kiss of his cock along your insides has your lips parting to moan, eyes squeezing shut as you wriggle underneath him.

“‘ts too deep, satoru! fuck—“ you manage, voice breaking under the weight of your own arousal but shit— he loves you like this. pliant and pretty and all his. you’re basically begging for him to give you his soul, to pour it into your body and your bones until you’re twitching— his stamina was limitless after all, an endless pool of energy.

“oh? but i’m sure you can take more..” gojo’s words are a low drawl as he curls over your folded figure, making your muscles scream for some sort of relief but he still manages to give you more. he begins a pace that’s so deep, so animalistic that you feel like you could black out with the way the pleasure rips through you, making your body clap against his as his balls smack loudly against your ass and suddenly he’s even deeper.

“see, i knew it.” it’s smug despite the the trembling undercurrent to his tone, breaking under the weight of his own arousal as his voice takes an octave higher. but you’re doing so well for him, your eyes are rolled back— lips parted and you’re basically begging for him to go harder when he leans into press his lips against yours, pushing his name between your lips as your hands grab at him for any sort of relief.

“almost there, right?” gojo groans against you with the next quiver of your walls; the next particularly heavy thrust makes your thighs tremble and he’s so deep it almost hurts, making something spark and burn along your inside as he fucks you into the mattress like a wild animal.

you whimper, barely— it’s a desperately pathetic little sound, wound up tight and it makes him pull away to look at you, crystalline eyes cloudy with lust before his lips are stretching into a smirk.

“oh, more?” gojo’s head cocks to the side and you know you’re done for when his pace picks up, every heavy thrust is driven by the muscles in his body and your pussy squelches loudly with every wet connection of his hips.

“oh, i’ll give you more, baby. so greedy f’ me, hm?” despite his teasing, he’s babbling— sweat beading along his skin as the snowy peaks of his hair frame his flushed features and fuck, the pretty sight above you only makes you feel even better. you’re so high off his desperation, every muscle in your body screams under his but the nerves in your body cry even louder with how good you feel— with how much your body craves him.

“‘ts so tight, you milkin’ me, sweet girl? how many you want, huh? give you as many as you need. wanna see you swollen f’ me, you want that, mhm?” gojo’s barely coherent but his words only make you squeeze around him tighter— a silent little invitation as every thrust has you crying more, more, more! satoru, want your cum—please! punched out little gasps and cries as he digs the orgasm out of you.

“oh, you’ll look so pretty f’ me—f-fuck!” his huge body is looming over yours, pressing you into the mattress and the pillows beneath you. your thighs are flush against his abdomen and chest, and your lungs feel like they quake on every exhale as your lips part to moan. he presses himself into you— face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he grazes his teeth along the skin there, headboard screeching loudly in time with every smack of his hips.

“‘toru, please please please—‘m g’nna,” you tremble as you shake beneath gojo, thighs tensing tight against his body and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you as he smirks against your skin. your orgasm hits you so suddenly, so hard and good that your toes curl where they hang over his shoulders, your body stiffening beneath him and the first milking compression of your pussy makes his pace stutter, hugs him so tight he can’t help but bite so hard into the sensitive skin of your neck he draws blood.

“should see h-how pretty you look like this. tell me ‘ts all mine, y’ gonna make me a daddy, yeah? g’nna fill you up so good. oh, this pussy’s made f’ me, ain’t it?”

his body trembles as he pulls back slightly to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your slick smeared along his skin and your walls still throb with every unforgiving push of his hips. your orgasm feels like it stretches on forever as you gasp out broken yeah, yours, love you so much ‘toru, waves rolling through your body with the heat you feel pour and sting along your nerves. it only takes a few more clapping thrusts and your choked confessions before hes kissing you, just as he likes as his lips curl into you.

gojo cums hard, thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. you’re both so lost in bliss, so unaware of the electricity across your boyfriends skin and the uncomfortable pressure that seems to suddenly weigh down on your intertwined bodies.

the bedroom light flickers but you don’t notice, he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins your thighs to your chest completely, the air between you seems tighter— atoms trembling in the finate space. but he’s continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy with tiny little thrusts you don’t notice the creek of your furniture as it twitches out of place— like it’s being pulled towards you both. the small flickers of purple fizzle out when you’re both spent and he’s collapsing on top of you with a low, breathy chuckle, making you whine with the cramp you feel in your body.

“‘toru! you’re heavy.” you grumble, voice worn and scratchy but it doesn’t move gojo as he cuddles deeper into you, leaving sweet little kisses along your skin with obnoxious kissy noises— a stark contrast to how filthy he was being a second ago.

you’re both breathing deep as you give up trying to escape from underneath him, opting to press your fingers through his damp hair instead before he finally moves. he pulls back, enough for his cock to push his cum out of your pussy as he does, squelching and dripping into the mattress beneath you both as you jolt slightly. “careful, ‘ts messy, ‘toru.”

gojo whistles lowly before he looks at you again, one of your legs still haphazardly thrown over his shoulder before he’s placing a sweet kiss to your ankle, then following it up with a painfully languid, experimental thrust as his crystalline eyes focus on the mess he’s made of you.

“come on, sweet girl. you’re not nearly full enough f’ me yet.”

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“Lord Sukuna!” A man screamed before immediately bowing before him, Sukuna walking in his true form didn’t bother to look down. You walked behind him looking straight ahead holding Yuji’s hand. Yuji was smiling bright holding a sparkler that hadn’t been lit, you didn’t miss the smile and women who looked up at you with kind eyes and the kids who peaked at Yuji giggling as he waved his chubby hand sparkler shaking around and they waved back.

Treated like Royalty out of fear of The King of Curses, Uraume continued walking behind you with your Lady in waiting. Stopping when Sukuna had finally situated himself on the Platform reserved. It over looked the area, the festival to commemorate the ending of the year. You slowly sat beside Sukuna when he motioned you over with a look. Yuji sat to your left quickly changing to squish himself between you and his dad. Both you and Sukuna shifted over to make room for him as he started rambling about all the lanterns and games, asking if he could go. You looked at Sukuna, he seemed unsure before Uraume suggested it might not be a bad Idea, “Lord Sukuna, Surly no one would want to cause a massacre on the day of the coming new years.”

Sukuna looked at you and you looked at your son, Yuji was trained on his dads face with a pout and those big pleading eyes, Sukuna turned away with a wave of dismissal. “I’ll be here, come back when you’ve had your fun.” Yuji’s quick smile turned into a pout “daddy’s not coming?”

Sukuna felt the tug on his robes, he refused to look knowing he’d gave if he saw his soon looking up at him with teary eyes, but also couldn’t stand to look like a spineless fool for playing those pointless games.

“Cmon baby,” you picked up Yuji kissing his round cheek, “Daddy’s busy,” you stood carrying him with you, “He’ll come later when HE HAS TIME.” You emphasized the words looked past Yuji at Sukuna, nodding your head to Yuji who hugged your neck resting his head on your shoulder pouting. You mouthed to Sukuna “HE WANTS TO BE WITH YOU” Sukuna looked away, you rolled your eyes and nodded at Uraume, their faint smile hinted they understood as they gave a slight nod, your two ladies in waiting quickly followed you when you started your walk with Yuji. Making it to the stalls looking down at Yuji he had a pout as he looked straight ahead, squeezing his hand he looked up at you and you smiled, “you said you wanted to try some of the foods let’s get you some okay?” His eyes shining when he looked up at you with a smile, “Yeah!”

Asking your ladies in waiting to get a place ready you went around with Yuji ordering a few things from different stalls. Yuji sat down beside you swinging his feet, peeking on the table at all the snacks the Ladies in waiting were laying out. “It looks funny.” Was all Yuji said as he picked up fried squid on a stick, brushing his hair back you kissed his forehead, “It does look funny but you should try it.”

Yuji quickly bit into the squid and seeing his face you stuck your hand in front of him just as he spit out the squid, “..ɴᴏ…” you tried not to laugh at Yuji while you let him sip your tea. Your lady in waiting wiping your hand clean as you helping Yuji go through Daifuku, Taoyaki, Mochi, Taiyaki, Dorayaki, dango and Manjū.

“Aw my poor baby.” You cood hugging him while he sat in your lap, he laid back against you whining tummy round with the sweets he was eating. Softly laughing at how his head fell to the side looking at the dango he weakly lifted, the Sakura flavor half gone, the plain white one had a small nibble, the green one had teeth marks in it where he bit into it but didn’t like it. “‘m full mommy.” You squeezed him and he huffed wiggling around, “wanna play a game.” You let him slide down your lap as you started to get up. The ladies in waiting packing up the untouched food.

You followed Yuji adoring the way he waddled, he wouldn’t be your little boy forever, so you’d have to cherish it while you could.

Watching Yuji play goldfish scooping was the highlight of your night. He squatted there persisting he could win because he wanted to win a goldfish. After his 5th turn he looked up at you with teary eyes and a wobbly lip, you knelt hugging him and he sniffled, “wan a golfish for daddy..” you heart braking you nodded, “Let me try okay?” He looked up at you and nodded. You did your best and managed to meet this crooked booths rules and Yuji was able to pick a good fish to take home. He chose a black gold fish because “is the only one!”

Letting him walk around carrying the bag proudly you tried a few more games until it came to an archery target booth. Where he persisted he could make it, once again it took five tries. And he hadn’t made a single target. It was upsetting to see Yuji fail so many times, so you stood Yuji on the booth’s table top and stood him in front of you, you had never tried one of these but it was worth trying if your little boy wouldn’t be upset. You tried to guide his hands but the “kids” bow was entirely to tough for a child. Still you let him pull back the bow and tried to help him aim before you release you watched as the target was struck but an all to familiar flame. “Daddy!!” Yuji cheered turning around in your arms, looking for his dad. There stood Sukuna amongst the separated crowd, the booth vendor seemed frightened at the sight of your husband when he took the bow from Yuji, just like you low life useless humans, trying to justify yourselves and present yourself self righteous when your able to look a woman or child in the eye and lie to them for your own profit. If this hand been any other woman or child I wouldn’t have even looked in your direction,” he stretched the bow as it caught flames from his flame arrow, “But treating my wife and my son like low life scum is something else.” His snarl and low voice had the vendor shivering, “L-lord Sukuna! Forgive me if i had known-“ the man was shot dead and you didn’t let Yuji turn to look, “Now everyone knows.” Sukuna declared looked around, the entire crowd in agreement and fear in silence.

You let Yuji free when he jumped into his dad’s chest, Sukuna catching him with one arm moving him onto his broad shoulders, “Dad! I won you gold fish!” Sukuna got closer to the stand ripping down the tiger Plushie he knew Yuji wanted. He may not be openly affectionate always but he did understand and know how his son thought. Yuji hugging his dad’s neck when he took the plushie, and you showed Sukuna the black Gold Fish, Sukuna looked amused carrying the gold fish on the same side Yuji sat. He motioned you to his side with his free hand, you followed quietly listening to your son and husband idly chat about what Yuji had down the past 2 hours.

Finally getting back to the platform where Sukuna sat, you noticed a bit of blood shed not far, you blinked and looked at Sukuna who eyed you and shook his head no. Taking the sign you held silence and sat beside him, before laying Yuji across your lap, he whined and crawled over to Sukuna, sitting himself on his dads leg leaning his back against his dads propped leg looking to the sky, he was ready to see the lights he heard you talk about.

Talking quietly with Sukuna you watched as he rested his large hand on Yuji’s round tummy before resting a hand your side pulling you closer closing the space. You smiled resting your head on his shoulder looking up at him, he turned to look down at you. The fire works started and Yuji’s oo’ed and aah’ed talking about the colors and how loud they were. You smiled kissing his forehead. Before turning to Sukuna, “Another Year with my husband and our Son.”

He had a small smile, pulling you closer so he could kiss you, his hand moved down to your waist. Just as he kissed you he pulled away with a hearty laugh, “a new year with my wife and OUR children.” You looked confused before you understood “RYOMEN!” In disbelief you looked at your own stomach, “how?!”

He leaned back on one arm, “Oh I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded how or when,” the smug look on his face caused your face to heat up. You looked down at Yuji as if he were gonna save you from his dad, only for him to be sleeping and snoring softly laid out in his dad’s lap.

You smiled shaking your head while Sukuna laughed to himself holding you firm against him kissing the top of your head, “Happy New Years.” You mumbled before kissing his cheek.

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It’s a bit rushed but i wanted something for new years 🥹 Happy New Years everyone!

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Just thinking about the Todoroki family's ~quirkless~ last child. And how she was an even bigger disappointment than the rest of her failure siblings where they at least have quirks and she's been nothing but a burden her entire life, freeloading with no prospects and zero talent. HOWEVER, on her eighteenth birthday… the Todoroki household is finally going to have her lazy ass earn her keep. One. Turn. At a time.

TW: incest, dubcon, one lesbian slur, virginity-loss, double-penetration, anal, bondage, bukkake, just one gangbang after the other, overstimulation, mind break, don’t know what got into me, SO MUCH SMUT

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FAMILY FUN

Mommy and Daddy have their go with you first and your brothers bitch and whine because they just know your virgin cunt’s not gonna be as tight after. 

And they’re right. 

If the thick fingers harshly prepping you don’t break you in first, Daddy’s towering red-bulged cock sure as fuck will. 

Your body doesn’t even allow the tip of his cockhead entry at first. But Daddy doesn’t let your virginity stop him for long, as he takes you by the hips with his strong sturdy hands and splits through your way too tight pussy from behind. Filling you up snug and then some until you swear he’s as deep as your throat.

And Mommy moans out her coos as she strokes your hair, Daddy’s large foot placed at the back of your skull, stomping your head into her slick cunt where your cries drum her clit. 

And Daddy’s balls are so heavy, clapping against your clit as he burrows the red-angry tip of his cock against your cervix brutally at a pace that has your perky tits swinging against the sheets with burns. Belly-bulge hurting where you’re going lightheaded with moans as you lap up Mommy’s juices. 

You try telling them you can’t breathe, you try telling them you’re going to tear apart soon, but they just remind you of your manners with a smack to the cheek of both your face and ass while sternly telling you not to speak with your mouth so full.

You’re allowed some relief as Daddy finally lifts his foot off your head when your pussy’s not giving him too much trouble anymore, now that your silky slick is coating even his balls and his cock is gliding in and out of your velvety walls with your juices dripping onto the sheets, making them damp as though you’ve wet yourself.

But, Mommy’s still not done with your pretty face and cups your head close to her cunt so she can rub her clit against your little pink tongue for you to drink up her spill.

“Yes, baby, keep licking- Mommy’s going to cum soon~” Rei coos as she fervently bucks her hips to angle her crotch against your slicked-up face, rubbing her pussy up and down from your chin to your nose, bathing you in her juices.

She’s watching Enji plunge his fat cock, which nearly broke her at your young age and has only grown fatter with the years since, deep into your tight virgin cunt, smiling at how your thighs quake because of it where your knees only barely skim the sheets as Daddy has you lifted to meet his sharp angry thrusts far into your ribcage. 

It makes her sweaty and giddy to see you struggling to compensate so prettily for them right before she cums on your panting pretty pink tongue. 

She wants to comfort and reward you for being so obedient to them. Help you feel good too.

“Come here, my baby~” She pouts, guiding you up with two hands cupping your messy face, having you crawl on your hands and knees with Daddy driving his hot rod through your taunt tightness until your head collapses against her tits from the force of his unyielding pummeling where he has your ass red from smacking against his pelvis as he makes you take his dick, all the way out before all the way inside again.

Mommy coos at you with a hand petting your weary head as she motions your slack jaw towards her nipple for you to suck on, giggling while feeling your pussy leaking onto her toes beneath you. 

“Aw~ you’re so wet, sweetie~” She squeals happily, thinking about giving you a playful foot-job to help you relax and cum for them, but shimmies down further until her head’s placed between your glossy thighs instead, right where Enji’s fat sweaty sack’s swinging heavily back and forth like a swing-set as he pounds your poor cunt. Juicy-full balls clenching with thick pumping veins in wait to empty their big load inside their daughter’s virgin womb. 

She licks at the sheen coating your thighs and hums at the mix of salty sweat and sweetness, her warm breath on that pretty little swollen clit of yours. Plump and blushed and so very sensitive. 

She gave the pretty bead a quick kitten lick just to tease you and you keeled over with a scream from the intensely overstimulated orgasm it forced onto you, electric thrills zipping along your thighs throughout the tips of your curled toes, the side of your face mushed hard into your parent’s damp pillow where Mommy came just a minute ago before you. 

And you clenched hard on Daddy’s dick, giving his fat raging pole a tight squeeze of gratitude before you flushed him with sweet pussy-juice. And Mommy’s sucking you while you squirt on her face and Daddy’s fucking you through it and your tiny fists clench the sheets where you shake with pleasure with your tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull as you moan out like a dirty little whore.

The last thing you remember is Mommy eating Daddy’s cum from your creamed cunt before you wake up, still on your knees, though now with Touya-Nii's cock on your face. A hard and weighty length balanced right between your eyes.

“Yisss, baby-siss, just like that, keep kissing ‘em just like that.” Big brother groans aggressively through clenched teeth as he fists the hair at the nape of your neck with a tug to angle your face into his sack.

He doesn’t care how many times you cum on that vibrating egg he stuffed your cunt with, he only cares that you look pathetic on your knees as you moan while suckling his balls like you’re desperately hungry for his milk. 

He doesn’t know why Natsuo’s going through the trouble of prepping you for anal with a wet rim job either.

If it was him, he’d just stick it to you raw and hear you cry and whine while you adjust to the fatness staking home in your ass. Perhaps give you a smack if you complain too much. 

If it ain’t gonna be painal then what the fuck’s the point of anal at all, right? But, it sure looks like you’re grateful for it the way your rocking back into your Natsu-Nii’s face as he slurps your butt while you kiss bigger Nii-san’s ball-sack like a fish being fed. 

He’s watching Natsuo gorge himself between your perfectly round bum, shaking his head and clicking his tongue at his amateur younger brother, thinking he’s going to blow his load before he even gets to enter your ass with how desperately he’s fisting his cock. 

Touya just rolls his eyes with a scoff and fingers the tiny remote control in his hand like a menace, grinning while listening to the thrums of the egg get louder, liking how you shift on your knees with a whine, more slick running down your thighs as they tremor from the climax. Your eyes take another barrel roll as your jaw slacks even looser, falling open and taking his balls even better into your warm wet receiving mouth with a soft grateful moan.

He doesn’t really want to fuck your cunt the same day the old man’s blown his load inside you. He’d rather wait until nightfall and fuck you while you sleep after your shower when you’re nice and clean and even dopier, where he can have you all to himself. 

Right now, though, he’s going to settle for painting your pretty face and tits and having you lick him up like a lollipop while Natsuo breaks in your ass. 

You look good down on two knees like that, holding onto his thighs with your tongue lapping his scrotum, begging for the cum stored inside them like a thirsty little mind-broken whore. You’re adorable sucking and licking at him more desperately each time he gives your face a mean slap with his heavy dick, aiming at you with the harsh hard spine of his Jacob’s ladder for extra motivation. He likes the little teardrops hanging off your lashes and dripping down your cheeks, crying all cute and shit while you kiss his nuts.

He thinks he’d like to give you a golden shower once. Piss right into your wide-open mouth, make you drink it, gag and nearly drown in it while he fucks your throat, and make you thank him after swallowing it all. He should bring his friend over. He bet Shiggs would love to make a toy out of you. He does the most disgusting things to unwilling skanks, he can’t wait to see what he’d do to you who’ll lie still with your mouth agape and your legs spread like such an obedient little cum-slut. 

Your Shiggs’ type. Cute, pretty, and docile as you are. He bet he would take your anal virginity the right way; stick it in with no warning, your face on the floor with his toes hooked in your mouth to keep you grounded and screaming. Shiggs would sit on your face afterward and have you give him a wet rim as thanks for giving your ass a good buttfuck instead of this pussy-foot bullshit Natsuo’s doing.

But shit, it looks like his kid-brother really enjoys giving his kid-sister a nice sloppy butt-tonguing. And looks like you’re really loving it as well with the way you’re moaning and glucking on his cock and balls, so eager he’d think you’d been doing it all your life.

Granted, you’re a bit clumsy with it. But Touya doesn’t mind. He likes messy.

Finally, he pulls you from frenching his balls. Hooking a thumb behind the row of lower teeth in your mouth to tug your chin down so you don’t accidentally bite him when he shoves his length inside your warm drooling cave and starts hacking at the back until your throat gives and you have him swallowed down as deep as your jugular.

And he keeps you there.

And in the silent panic of choking you feel Natsu-Nii’s tongue wriggle inside your butt as Touya’s strong hand cups your skull, your nose nudged against his stiff white pubic hairs, his cock lodged all the way down your tight constricting tunnel as you convulse with hiccups and coughs you try holding down to please him, swallowing your spit around him until he feeds your throat full of bitter seed that runs thinly down your pipe until laying in a warm pool in your gut. 

“There you go- swallow, baby-sis.” He orders, shuddering while he moans, still with his hand clamping your head down on his cock. His other hand squishing his ball-sack against the drool on your chin as he makes a few more sudden jerks with his hips.

He pulls your head off by giving your hair another yank, and you gulp like you’re coming up for air, and he drops a splatter of spit onto your face with jaded eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He snickers, letting go of you with a satisfied sigh where you land on your palms and cheek in a flurry of coughing up and swallowing down spit and cum that’s got your throat raw on choking. 

His pants are pulled up when you gather yourself enough to look up from laying in a slumped heap on the dirty floors his Docs just stood on. He’s already fingering a cigarette with his phone held before him, sounds from a videogame coming through the speaker as you catch him leave through the door. 

Talking through the smoke he’s got pressed between his lips, words slightly handicapped because of it. “Drop your joystick, loser- and come tag-team my useless sister later.” 

Some quick-paced controller clicks pass along the intrusive loudness of shooting and screams. “Which one?” A rusty voice croaks and your guts churn knowing who it is.

“Tch- the quirkless one that isn’t a dike, dumbass-” Touya talks back and it’s the last you catch of the conversation before the door slams shut behind him.

And by that time, it seemed your other brother was done feasting on your firm hole, wiping the drool off his chin before hoisting you from the ground up on the sticky leather couch he, Touya, and Touya-nii’s questionable friends sit on and play questionable games while drinking questionable liquors.

You hadn’t really noticed you were in the game-room before now, though didn’t get long to wonder how or when you’d gotten there before nii-san shoved your head down into the cold couch seat.

Like father, like son, Natsuo also wants you face-down and ass-up, bending you over into a low bow that had your back in a slope and your ass nudged tight against his crotch where he stood wide-legged behind you, rubbing his stiff dick in the wet of his spit between your plump cheeks. 

Though, unlike Daddy, he’s not allowing you to clutch the sofa for support. 

Nah, Natsuo has your arms roughly pulled behind your back instead as he begins nudging his pre-cum leaky cockhead inch by fat inch into your taut asshole. 

You try and wheeze out a little prayer for him to go slower, but you choke on the words as he pushes with a strength you just can’t fight all the way inside your virgin butt until his balls are pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet drooling pussy. You whine and he groans as he feels the egg inside your other hole pulse against his shaft with your tight ass clenching around him like a vice. 

“Fuh-uuck-” He groans out, like a bull, having your wrists go blue with how hard he’s gripping them as he drags his shaft out slowly. He nearly cums right then as you squeeze him even tighter, biting his lip harshly to hold back.

He thinks your moans are so pretty. Girly little mews like a pet kitten. Such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying there so obediently beneath him with your ass nudged teasingly back into him.

He can barely take it. 

He’s taking his perky little sister in her perfect and tight ass for her very first time. And it feels so fucking goodhe has to lean his forehead against the couch cushion before him, drowning his head in the plush leather while panting and groaning with his back in a hunch as he curves into your butt as deep as he can.

Droplets of sweat go dripping down his chest and you feel it trickle down the slide of your spine, some of it running between your ass-cheeks, gliding along where he’s stuffing into your behind slowly and carefully as though he’s savoring every single inch of you hugging him.

He nearly tells you that he loves you when he blows, ending up biting the leather he has his face pressed against instead as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you.

He feels slightly bad for you as you lie there panting and exhausted, with the hole he just ravaged twitching and gaping while leaking with his load. He wants to hold you as you sleep, both your sweaty bodies pressed tightly against each other while he has you cock-warming him all through the night. But unfortunately, there are others in the house that still haven’t gotten their share of you yet. So, the last thing he does is kiss your temple before carrying you off to the one next in line.

And unlike the prior threesomes, Fuyumi wants you all to herself. 

She was slightly pouty because Natsuo got a crack at you before her along with Touya, given she’s older, but dealt with it while watching your exhausted little sweaty face suck on the worn panties she’d stuffed your mouth with. And then she felt kind of happy that her brothers and Daddy had taken you before her and thought for a moment to ask Shoto if he as well wanted to have a go before she got started. 

She thinks you look really sweet with all their dried cum caking you up like frosting.

She puts her mouth to the stains on your ass and gives it a taste, wondering whether she can guess who’s who. With Touya being such a booze-junkie, she’d wager his cum tastes like acid, which meant the flecks on your bum weren’t him. Which in turn meant it must be Natsuo, given Daddy wouldn’t waste a single drop worth of his precious cum anywhere except for deep within your tight cunt.

Humming at her deduction, she pushed her glasses back tight to her bridge. “Wake up, Imouto,” She purred and gave your ass a light clap, watching it jiggle with an endeared smile as more of Natsuo’s cum dribbled out of your still-twitchy butthole. 

You moaned and suckled some on the sweetness of the thing stuffing your mouth as you once again stirred from yet another black-out you’d fallen in after your brothers had their fun with you. Lying on your belly with something tying both your wrists behind your back.

The smell of the new place was sweet, and by that, you knew it was your older sister’s room even with the blindfold she’d wrapped your eyes with.

“Have you had fun today?” She asks gleefully while mounting you, her manicured hands dipping into the cake of your ass before spreading the cheeks, watching you expand and flutter around nothing, whiteness leaking from both places. “Mmh… I can tell you’ve had cock stuffed in all your lucky holes.” She chuckled softly. “So many big birthday gifts for you on your special day… you want mine too, birthday girl?”

Your hands fidgeted behind your back the more you came to as your sister's warm thickly strong thighs rubbed against your soft ones while she played paddy-cake with your buttcheeks. 

“I don’t think I need any extra lube with how prepped you are for me already.” She commented and you felt something cold and rounded press against your heat where she bucked her hips some on top of you until the tip of it shimmied its way between your still tingly lips, starting to stretch your sore muscle open again. “So- maybe I’ll just puuush…” She croons while watching your pretty hole spread around it, moaning as she forces the thick toy inside you with one swift roll of her waist. “Right inside.” 

Her eyes are glued to the strap-on stuffing you and the cum oozing out from the sides as she bottoms out, leaving no room left inside. Smiling calmly while she listens to you moan while you suck on her underwear, watching your wrists wring against each other where she’d bound them together with her old pink skip-rope.

“This cock just slips right into you, doesn’t it, Imouto?” She giggles again. “Right in where it belongs, hmm, Imouto?”

She starts riding you, rolling her hips against your ass. The thick silicon drilling into your cunt. In deep and out again. Her nails clawing into the plush chunks of ass as she spreads you to look into your other hole and how adorably it flexes around the absence of Natsuo. She does like Dabi and spits on you, watching gleefully as the blob slips and disappears inside you.

“You like cock, don’t you, Imouto?” She coaxed with a condescending giggle while fucking you, leaning down against your naked back with her large breasts squishing against your shoulder blades, her warm breath hot on the shell of your ear as the toy reached way too deep inside your already sore tenderness. “Right?” She whispered, giving your earlobe a lick before laughing some again, rocking her hips back and forth with the dildo already pushed as far into you as it could reach.

You nodded your head and tried squeaking out a yes through the gag as your toes curled and reached on repeat.

“Yes?” Your sister piqued and you continued your desperate nodding with the aim of pleasing her. “You only like cock?” She asked then, her tone suggestively tense, and you had the crawling feeling she’d led you straight into a trap.

Fuyumi clicked her tongue three times in a row while shaking her head slowly, lifting her weight off your back to get access to your plush ass again, giving the flesh a harsh slap while keeping her strap-on situated deep inside you still.

“Bad Imouto.” She scolded and you whined out a cry upon the sting left on your flesh. “Daddy doesn’t want you to just like cock- he wants you to looove cock.” She explained while tightly fucking into the sponge wall at your very depths on repeat, making you give a muffled whimper as your brows intertwined with pain. “Let’s try again, hmm? Imouto, do you like cock?”

This time you shook your head, hoping she was kind enough to allow you some mercy.

“No? You don’t like cock, Imouto?”

You shook your head some more and your sister giggled once again.

“Do you love cock?” She watched you nod your head, and started to rock against you again with speed. Nudging the silicone in and out of you, watching you make the toy glossy with slickness as she fucked you into another orgasm that had your ass dance for her. “Yesss, good, you love that feeling in your tight little pussy, you love taking that cock-” She moaned, teasing your cunt some more with the fat dildo before popping it out of you to watch your cunt spasm around the void it used to fill. Smiling down at the pretty show until calmly slinging her leg over you and hoping off as though she’d been riding a horse that had reached its destination. 

You coiled against the bedsheets like a caterpillar in the aftershocks of your peak. Turning around to better breathe while your hips stuttered and nails made indents in your palms. And Fuyumi giggled at your pathetic crumbling composure while grabbing ahold of your ankles, spreading them before latching something around each two. And with it, you were unable to close your legs again. 

And then you heard the thrums of something familiar.

Something dangerous and something you definitely didn’t want touching your body right after peaking. You wiggled in the anxious anticipation before feeling the strict intense vibrations patter against your way too sensitive clit going haywire beneath the assault.

“Here you go~ Happy birthday, baby~” Fuyumi mollycoddled while watching you sob into your gag, limbs tensing while your chest heaved and your little toes cramped. 

You whimpered in panic as your thighs quaked by the stimuli, and Fuyu-Nii hummed in amusement as she snickered. 

“How many times have we made you cum today, Imouto?” She asked as she pulled her now wet with drool underwear out of your whiny mouth.

“I don’t n-” You cried with glossy strings snapping between your panting lips.

“You don’t know?” Your sister questioned, feigning being appalled. “Daddy’s right, you are a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” She spat, whipping the wet lace undergarment across the bare flesh of your tits, making you yelp. “It’s all right, Imuoto. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She cooed then after, and you felt her soft lips kiss along the welt left behind by the strike before giving each of your nipples a teasing little smooch. “Big sis is here to teach you how to be a good and grateful little whore.”

The blindfold wrapped upon your eyes left little to be seen sept from darkness, but your other senses aided you well at your loss of vision. Feeling the warmth close to your face and the reek of sweet sweaty pungent lust wafting close to your nose.

“Open up, Imouto. Open wide for me.” Your sister commanded and you had a fair idea what was going to enter your mouth once you did. “Taste yourself.” She said softly in a whisper, before she pushed the fat silicon between your teeth and onto your tongue, all the way through your gaping mouth until your plump swollen lips locked around the mock base separating you from her cunt. “Does it taste good?” She continued in her sweet tone while fucking your face slowly, letting you clean the toy of all your mess. “Probably tastes like Daddy.” She giggled. “I bet he had a good time breeding your silly little pussy full of his ball juice.”

She kept cooing and praising you as you sucked on her makeshift cock, violent vibrations on your clit as you heard her playing with yet another trinket, this time sounding of the metallic kind. And though curiosity peaked in your blindness, you weren’t dying to find out what it was, as you were more than certain it was going to make itself known on your body real soon.

“I have another birthday present for you, Imouto.” Fuyu-Nii cheered. 

And as you’d suspected you felt the pinch of the metal clamps squeezing the nib of your nipple into a pretty perky little nub. And then the other nipple had its turn and you whined around the cock lodged in your mouth. And though you couldn’t see it you could tell your sister had a chain running from her hand reigning each their tortured tit. 

“So pretty, Imouto.” She admired, finally removing the dildo from your mouth before proceeding to remove it entirely as you heard it drop with a clatter and a heavy thud to the floor.

She rubbed a thumb over your bottom lip and smeared your spit across it and suddenly you felt a blob of someone else’s saliva hit your tongue before sliding down the slope of your throat, making you swallow. She looked down at your pretty flustered face and your open mouth, needing to push her glasses back on once they started sliding in the dew her heated face had cooked up from playing with you.

Not to mention the heat downstairs. A heat you were only dampening with more of your heavy panting breaths as your little face just begged for some comfort food where you deliriously cried and whined from the excessive beat the cruel vibrator placed between your barred legs.

“What about pussy, Imouto?” She murmured. “You love pussy?” 

The question was accompanied by a pull of the nipple clamps and you stuttered out an answer. “Y-yes-”

“Is that right? You love pussy?” She cheered, and you felt her inch closer, the warmth of her thighs hugging each side of your head and the tickle of what you could only guess were pubic hairs ghosting your face. “Mmh, we’ll see…” She smirked and yanked some more on the cruel things squeezing your poor nipples. “Smell it.” She moaned, nudging herself against your face, where her wet clit smeared the tip of your nose and her pussy-lips lightly kissed your pouty ones. “Lick it.”

You did like earlier and stretched your tongue out, dipping the muscle into the warmth slick walls and zigzagging up and down the lips like mommy had told you she liked just a few hours ago.

“Ah- I see mommy already taught you a few tricks, Imouto.” She crooned as you slurped her down, moaning shamelessly with a smile while throwing her head back with how good your little face felt pleasing her wet pussy. “Mmh yes- Use that tongue, baby, and lick-” 

She had to bite her lip with how you were lapping at her clit and fucking her hole with the tip of your tongue, drinking all her juice down, and not letting a single drop go to waste. Making the lewdest noises while eating her out as though starved even though it was just a way for you to distract yourself from the violent orgasm the toy playing your clit was granting you. 

She wasn’t even disappointed she couldn’t find an opportunity to punish you. She could only moan as you pleased her until she felt the pleasure climb so high and knot so tight until the coil snapped inside her and out she flushed all over your glossy little face. 

“Ah~ good girl, such a good girl-” She cooed while riding your face still before the stimulation became too much for her and she had to pull on your nipple clamps as though halting a horse. “Good girl.” She breathed heavily, her creamed and drenched cunt still placed heavily atop your face as she slowly came down from her high. A pleased smile quietly placed on her dewy face. 

She stroked your cheek when looking down at you drowning between and beneath her, smile widening as she watched how pathetically your thighs quaked with the vibrator still nudged tight against your poor overstimulated clit. 

She just gave your nipples yet a tug, beginning to rock her cunt against your mouth again with a new command upon her strict lips.

“Clean me.”

After Fuyumi had toyed with you a dozen more times, with vibrators stuffed in your every orifice until you were screaming and wailing from overstimulation, you were beyond deadbeat once she finally felt she’d had enough fun. Wishing ever so hopelessly with dopey blinking eyes that Shoto was still as uninterested as he’d seemed when the proposal had initially been offered by Daddy.

The youngest brother, though still older than you, had only silently stood there during the family meeting, not a word leaving him as he leaned against the wall like he usually does with his bangs shadowing over whatever dull expression gracing his face.

Shoto was always quiet and you honestly didn’t know much about him despite him being the closest to you out of all your other siblings age-wise. But, he’d always been rather reserved and cold towards you, including everyone else in the family for that matter. 

You thought of simply brushing him off as you stumbled wearily down the hallway to where his bedroom was, thinking your aloof brother probably wouldn’t mind not taking part in the new family tradition. But you decided not to as you were well aware of your obligations to at least propose he use you before going to bed, lest you wanted to be punished.

Naked and licked clean by your sister only a few minutes ago, though beyond feeling bashful anymore, you knocked a weak tune on your last brother’s door. Thinking, if anything, he might just want a blowjob like Touya-Nii.

But, Shoto isn’t alone.

You hear multiple voices on the other side and as the door swings open, before you’re even able to rethink your nudity, it isn’t your brother’s bi-colored features staring down at you.

It seemed Shoto was well ahead of Touya in the idea of inviting company.

Shoto doesn’t know much about friendship, but from what he’s deduced he thinks a lot of it is about swapping favors and sharing goods. And if he read the interest his two friends expressed when he mentioned his quirkless little sister, he’d say their friendship was going smoothly with the little offering that presented herself in his doorway.

“Fuckin’ finally- your people’s greedy as fuck for keepin’ us waitin’ so fuckin’ long.”

It was the angry callous ash-blonde you’d seen your brother bring home for dinner first a couple of years ago. You’d spotted him frequently since, and every single one of those times he’d always worn a deep frown.

Behind him, on Shoto’s unmade bed, sat the other boy you’d usually see insisting on carrying the tower of dishes everyone would rack up during dinner even as a guest. You’d always thought he seemed kinder than any man you’d ever met, or at least of the men you were housed with, but something about the way his green nearly luminescent eyes viewed you in the darkness of Shoto’s room made you feel even more naked than you already were.

“You weren’t bullshittin’ us about her being quirkless, right, Half’n’Half?” The other boy continued in his brash nature, his large warm scathed hand wrapping strong bruising digits around your upper arm, yanking you inside before you were able to even begin comprehending what the three men had in store for you, stumbling inside the dimly lit four walls with the three boys. 

The door slammed shut behind you and you were shoved to the man on the bed.

“Have a look, Deku- you’re the expert.” Your manhandling bully voiced, and you stumbled forward toward the other man, who caught you in a firm yet soft grip before your knees could bash against the bedframe.

“Don’t be so harsh, Kachan.” He scolded. His eerily large eyes set on you as you peered up at him, noticing how his heavy green curls framed his face like a wild jungle.

He pulled you up by your waist like you were stuffed with feathers and not flesh and bones, laying you down on your back at the edge of the bed and then spreading your thighs on either side of his as he loomed like a toppling tower above you. And all you had to distract yourself from the fact that this was now the fifth person to spread your legs that day was count the freckles he had spotted over the bridge of his nose as though they mapped out a constellation of stars you could wish upon.

Midoriya’s hand rode down your thigh before sweeping up your leg and locking around your foot where he seemed particularly interested in inspecting your pinky-toe.

He gave a smile a short moment later.

“Double-joints.” He commented. A type of blitz lightening up his eyes. “She’s quirkless, no doubt about it.”

“Why would I lie?” Your brother spoke up, resting in the armchair by his desk, showing no intention of joining.

“Can never be too careful. There aren’t too many quirkless ones out there anymore.” The man on top of you explained, rubbing your thighs with his strong roughened hands, his tone muddled as though he was distracted. A strange type of adoration painted on his calm face as he lazily skimmed over your pretty nude shape beneath him. “Guess you’re one of the lucky few.”

“Lucky? Tch-” Your brother’s other friend snorted, coming into sight once again. His voice, quite like Daddy’s, was loud and abrasive as he rounded the bed and came up behind you, his knees dipping into the mattress, skimming your ears where your head lay trapped between his thighs. Peering down at you with bloody eyes and a sharp pointy smirk, his hand flicking one of your nipples harshly before chuckling. “Lucky for us maybe.”

One placed a thumb on your clit and soon had all three longest fingers stuffing you, and the other traced your plump lips before filling your throat in the same fashion. 

And soon, it wasn’t just fingers anymore.

They took turns swapping which end they wanted in the spit roast. Swinging you between them as though you were made up of air like whichever else sex-doll you can buy while altering your position to whatever they desired, which seemed streamlined on all and every decision as though they’d done the same a few too many times. 

First, they took you lying belly-up with your head dangling off the bed-end, a hand wrapped over your neck, cock-bulge in your throat, and a heavy set of balls clapping against your nose with every greedy thrust into your mouth. Your thighs spread wide and your legs flung over a broad set of shoulders, a twin cock-bulge in your stomach. And then they flipped you over onto your knees and tossed you around so that the cock previously in your mouth was now in your cunt and the one in your cunt now in your mouth and so on and so forth until you couldn’t keep track of who was who anymore.

They were both so big your pussy still twitched from the sting of being stretched as the boy behind you jackhammered into you with both his greedy hands digging into the ample flesh of your hips, his sharp hipbones bruising against your rear while you gagged on the cock stuffing the pocket of your cheek.

You couldn’t believe their stamina. You felt them cum multiple times. Or perhaps it was just saliva or perhaps sweat your felt spray on your tits and ass and face. You weren’t sure between blinking with droopy eyes in the darkness of Shoto’s room. But you swore you recognized the taste on your tongue. Though not as bitter as Touya-Nii’s, you could still pinpoint the same type of tang as you swallowed a mouthful yet again.

You started whining at some point after cumming for what felt like the last time before the threatening need to pass out started circling in. They weren’t as ignorant to your pleasure as the prior men and had digits flicking over your overstimulated swollen bead at all times, making your cunt clench on the present cock until you came on him once more. They seemed to enjoy it when you milked them, giving you little degrading comments with cocky knifelike smiles as they forced you into yet another painful peak.

So, being light-headed and disoriented with the little air your lungs had received in the last quarter-hour of being stuffed in both ends, you took what rest you were allowed with gratitude. Twitching atop a warm chest with all your limbs slack from exhaustion and your head pressed against a thumping heart, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth as sweat pilled on your forehead.

Your clit threatened to pop off under the pruned fingers still rubber over it, though you’d thankfully grown accustomed to the cock stored inside your pussy by now, having been swapped on the two large dicks for a while. However, when a hand made a squeeze to your ass, followed by the push of a plush pillowy tip against your other end opening, anxiety once again started to brew within your gut by the threat of being stuffed in both neighboring holes all at once.

But you couldn’t stop it either. 

He was bigger than Natsu-Nii. And while your ass made resistance with its firmness, you were too exhausted to even tense up and could only moan out as the large cock forced into the hole along with the other fatness already taking space inside your cunt. 

Double-stuffed, all you could do was pant with your tongue lolled out as your eyes crossed. 

And they moved in perfect sync. 

Both of them pulled out slowly, a pair of large hands set on your hips and another cupping each buttcheek, lifting you on cue with each other, before dropping you down and shoving into you at the same time.

They thought you were the lewdest little thing. Moaning and panting out like a bitch in heat while being taken in both holes by their fat dicks. Accepting being a complete toy for them to use. You deserved every drop of cum they’d given you and had definitely earned being bred in all holes before going to bed.

Nearing the end, you were pulled onto the floor. On your knees between the two, their hand overlapping your hands as they assisted you in jacking them off as their warm wet cockheads tapped against your face with every jerk. 

They stood close. So close, you felt the warmth of their thighs on your shoulders. So close, the tips of their cocks kissed every once in a while. So close, they both tried squeezing into the dripping cavern of your mouth together. 

“You’ve got pretty bedroom eyes.” Deku complemented, keeping a paw on top of your head to hold you steady and your dopey eyes in contact with theirs as they looked down at you. “Just as pretty as your brother-”

“Nah, prettier.” The blonde interjected, playing with a lock of your hair between his fingers in meditation of trying to refrain from bucking into your face while feeling your little tongue run over the spine of his high-strung cock. “Keep your mouth open, quirkless.” He moaned and you thought his voice sounded significantly sweeter than it had when he’d first thrown you to the bed.

You were right. He was running out of steam and knew this would be the last his balls would be able to squeeze out. Keeping his eyes tightly shut he thought of giving you one last bedtime snack, and with the arousing thought, his gut curled like an adder and his toes gripped the carpet beneath his feet. Purple veins pumping in his shaft, looking close to popping as his tip blew like a sneeze all over your face and on that welcome mat of a tongue within your wide-open mouth.

His eyes took a tumble beneath his closed eyes as he blissed out and stumbled back into a collapse on the bed. Panting as his cock twitched in the aftershocks of the apex. Chest rising heavily in grunts as he came down like a feather swaying into a soft and peaceful fall.

Deku grinned by having outlasted Kachan, though felt his own undoing quickly pursuing. 

He kept your hand working his length as he watched the blonde’s cum start dripping from your face, chuckling some when seeing a spill of it catching on the lashes of your right eye, making you awkwardly wink up at him, looking like such a dumb little cum-junkie. But you were a bit too cute and pretty to be called such vile things.

He groaned as he watched your perky little nipples jiggle with the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him off with his helping hand guiding your tiny one. Loving your soft slim fingers as opposed to his own coarse ones as you squeezed along his veins and ridges and coaxed for his cum with his cockhead laying on the warm bed of your tongue until he shot his load straight down your throat.

He held your head until you swallowed. Giving you a tired toothless smirk while he watched you clean his drippy tip on your tongue before he walked himself over to the bed, falling onto the mattress stomach-first with a bounce next to the man who dipped off just a moment earlier.

You envied them and thought for a moment you could simply fall asleep on the carpeted floor instead of taking the long walk back to your bed, even though it was just next door, but as you curled yourself up into a little drained ball your eyes blinked open and shut and open again to find a new pair of feet standing before you.

“Are you okay, Imouto?” Shoto’s soft voice asked where he’d crouched down to pet your weary little head where you laid resting on his floor.

“Yea… Sho-nii…” You mumbled out tiredly, blinking at him and his pretty porcelain face as he thumbed your chin and picked you up into a soft smooch, where you had only barely brain cells enough to find it extreme for him to kiss the mouth his friends just came in, though not enough to still mull the fact that he was your brother.

“You change your mind after the party’s over?” Bakugou murmured groggily, now rolling closer to Midoriya to share his warmth, and again you felt envy in the lonely chill of your brother’s floors.

“She’s my sister, isn’t she?” He challenged. “What’s so wrong with wanting her all to myself?” And though he was answering his friend his eyes were set looking down at you. A small smile adorning his face while doing so as he scooped your legs up with one arm and supported your back with the other before hoisting you up into a bridal carry. “I’ll help you wash up.” His soft voice kindly offered. Thinking it cute how you naturally rested your head against the cotton of his shirt, nuzzling into his warm left side like a little kitten.

“Thank you, Nii-san~” Your sweet voice carried back to him while your eyes softly closed. Lulled in his arms, all holes slowly leaking. Cum on your pretty chest, slipping over the smooth skin of your cute tits as Shoto watched you puff out small exhausted breaths.

He walked you to the baths, where he’d already heated the waters. Steam had gathered and was now rolling down the marble walls and otherwise clouded the air with damp fumes of lavender and mint.

“Can you stand for just a bit, Imouto?” He whispered to which you gently nodded still with your eyes softly closed and he let you down on your feet though kept an arm around your waist as he removed his clothes before picking you up again, now laying against his nude toned muscled chest.

He entered the baths with your legs swinging softly at the end of his strong arm. The steam already getting dewy on your skin before your toes dipped into the warm water. He laid your head on his shoulder and had your back resting against his chest, his hands running over all your wet curves and rubbing your sore muscles into grateful soft flesh again. And you moaned and he blushed at the sound where your mouth blew warmth onto his ear, a small smirk shaping his pretty lips as his hands continued to wander your precious body.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked, while his hands worked soap into your scalp and out through your strands.

You hummed for a long time before forcing your sounds of appreciation into actual words. “Mm-No… ‘m just tired.”

He baptized your head to rinse out all the soap before kissing your temple, his lips soon giving your earlobe a nibble before kissing your neck and shoulders. “I’ll put you to bed after this, all right?” He promised with two fingers splitting the lips of your sex before slipping them both into you.

Your knees felt the immediate instinct of closing, but Shoto spread you apart again by hugging your thigh close to his chest and keeping the other spread as he pumped you gently on his digits. His cock getting hard in the water, feeling it stiffen against your rump where he had your cute little squirming under control atop his lap.

His other hand started rubbing himself until his cock stood on its own with a strained curve the harder he got, easily lifting you just a bit above his lap and treading you on his member as he set you down again.

He took you sensually, unlike all prior. His arm beneath your knees with the other supporting your lower back, while your head laid to rest on his shoulder. He lifted slowly and fucked into you with care, enjoying staying in as deep as you would allow for a long moment before sliding out, though never entirely, until fully entering your plush warmth again.

His actions grew less and less delicate with time though, less and less gentleman-like and more and more brute. Water splashed across once dry tiles as his tempo gained speed and urgency. Shifting you on his lap until you faced forward the same way he did, an arm bared across your lap like a seatbelt as his other hand wrapped lanky fingers over your throat to keep you tight against him as he took you hard from behind. 

You pondered what wild strength he must have to do such exercise in water before your mind blanked to nothing but pain with an aftertaste of pleasure as he bit into your neck and started sucking harsh and unforgivingly dark marks into you.

Keeping you seated and his cock deep as he came. His eyes trailed your lips and chin and his hand on your throat down to your perky tits strutting by the angle he had you bent, with your ass nudged nicely into his pelvis and his dick situated all the way inside you, molding your insides as you became one with each other.

With just a couple of years separating you, you were almost twins. He thinks that makes you more his than any of the others, but he doesn’t really mind sharing as long as you know it while you let someone else fuck you. And the love bites he’s left on your neck should be a suitable reminder of that.

He patted you dry afterward, rubbing your locks for water until they were damp enough to quickly dry on their own. And then he carried you off to bed, laying you down onto your soft mattress before pulling the duvet up snug around your head, stroking your hair while watching you snuggle yourself. 

“Sleep well, Imouto.” He whispered softly, to which you only had the strength to hum in return. 

A wish to join you flickered before him at the thought of spooning the little cozy ball you’d tucked yourself into but thought again of the guests in his room before rising from sitting at the edge of your bed. His eyes still looking at you all the way until he stood at the threshold to your bedroom.

“I’ll come visit you in the morning.” He promised, finally tearing himself away from watching you sleep with the closing of your door.

Perhaps an hour or two later, or at least long enough to have let your hair dry, the smell of cigarettes and beer woke you up again. Accompanied of course by the warm wet tongue dragging itself up your cheek followed by that sick dry snicker.

You attempted to pretend you were sleeping, thinking perhaps your biggest brother would find toying with you too boring, but the number of footsteps told you he was no longer alone. So, you kept an ear open to hear what they had to say as you snuggled into the warm duvet your last brother tucked you in with. 

“Aw- would you look at that-” The voice you feared came, as you’d hoped it was his winged friend instead and not the scratchy and gut-wrenching one. You knew who that was, and so did the rest of you it seemed, as goosebumps rushed to the surface covering the skin starting at your ankles all the way up to your neck. “A little sleeping beauty.”

He sounded a bit drunk, and if you were to judge the bitter smell that wafted from the pair it was fair to say they hadn’t taken it easy.

“We could make stacks off ’er-” Your brother’s friend continued, words slightly slurred though still managing to sound dry. “Pass ’er around some friends- have a fuckin’ party.”

“Shiggs, you don’t need cash- I’m a fuckin’ walking ATM for fuck’s sake.” Your big brother boasted. “What you need to do- is to help me double-stuff this wet cunt n’ stretch her out more than my old man-” Touya-Nii explained with a drunk hic as he ripped off your covers, leaving your naked body free to be gawked at where you laid curled on your side hogging your teddy-bear with your nipples turning hard in the cold.

You didn’t like the sound of his intentions and wished again that they’d leave.

But Shigaraki laughed with one of his fingers touching down on your vulnerable skin, making you shiver. “Daddy-dearest fucks her too?” He grinned, looking over your pretty innocent face where you struggled at keeping your eyes from going haywire with fear.

“Mommy too~” Your brother added with a pout as he looked for a place to stump his cigarette.

His friend made another sound of amusement at the comment, before dragging his dry digit up your leg and thigh, reveling at the little whimper you gave once he reached your hip. “Tch- Your family’s sick.” He whispered.

“You’re telling me about sick families?” Touya’s brow raised, and so did the corner of his mouth as he rubbed his bud into your father’s face on a family picture, pulling up into a grin as he looked back at the boy trying to scare you into giving up your little sleeping act. “Big words for someone who knows what his father’s southpaw tastes like.”

“Fuck off, Dabi.” He bit back, his voice sharper with bothered nerves and you quaked beneath the four fingers he had ghosting your soft flesh as they slightly scratched you with his comment. “Like you’re allowed to talk about Daddy issues…”

“Tch- right.” Your brother answered, and you heavily wished they hadn’t had such a loaded conversation right before you as you knew, even without the grim tone that had taken your brother’s voice, that you were going to be the one they take it out on.

And you were right.

Touya-Nii’s patience was up, and his warm calloused hands grabbed your jaw and shook to exercise that impatience, a couple of light slaps to your cheek following until you blubbered out your groggy little pleas.

“Mh- Touya-Nii…” You whined with your face scrunched up, a couple of tears already welling up in your eyes. “Tired…” You begged, trying to turn away from the stench of his smokey bitter breath.

“Aww~ Touya-Nii~ did you hear that?” Shigaraki mocked. His lips in a pout with a nasty whine lacing his words. “Baby-sis is tired.”

“Tch- shut up, brat- I barely touched you earlier.” He heartlessly spat, reaching for one of your nipples to give it a pinch and a pull, making you cry while pathetically pushing at him. “Now get up, you’re not done for the day.”

He pulled you to your knees, though thankfully allowed you to stay seated in the warm bed. Your groggy little sad face looking up at the two tall boys with your chest strutting forward and your knees apart to show your cunt. Stretching your hands above your head with a great yawn.

“Fuck me- you’re hot.” Shigaraki breathed while looking over your pretty body, taking his time tracking every curve of your smooth soft skin while thinking of ways he wanted to ruin it.

You tried not to look at the bulges getting larger and larger leveled right with your mouth, but if you looked anywhere else you feared you’d meet the red eyes of your brother’s friend. 

Said devil reached out a hand to cup your face and cracked a smile when you flinched with a hitched breath only to nuzzle into it instead when leveled by his heavy crimson stare. Those heated dominant eyes compelling you to wait on his every beck and call as your droopy eyes softly blinked up at him.

“Just perfect, aren’t ya?” He hummed, stroking his rusty thumb over your bottom lip.

“Th-thank you~” You meekly flirted back, opening your mouth to accept his salty thumb inside, beginning to suck and swirl your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” He purred, an amused smirk widening on his face as his cock perked up even faster by watching you submit to him like such a timid little whore. He tore his eyes from the show to look over at Dabi with a sly smile. “She’s got manners, unlike you…” He commented, his mouth open as he licked his teeth. “I like that.”

Dabi rolled his eyes with another scoff, shaking his head as he crouched down to where he’d dropped the third six-back of the night, ripping the last one loose from the hoops, cracking it open before beginning to chug. Bored with waiting, though a type of friendly enough to allow Shigaraki’s game for a couple more minutes.

“You want me to fuck you?” Said-man asked, still with his thumb bathing in the wet of your mouth.

“Yeth, pweath~” You answered obediently around the digit, your eyes like a puppy’s as you tried your best at getting on the dangerous man’s good side, thinking it would spare you some cruelty when the real fun begins.

He gave a short giggle at your pathetic display before giving another glance over at Dabi, who’d finished with the last beer and begun melting the metal out of boredom. “I think your sister likes me~” He mocked.

“Tch- she’s just scared shitless of you, that’s all…” Touya mocked back, though didn’t seem half as excited by the play as his friend.

“That true?” Shigarakis's brow cocked down at you and your breathing picked up pace. Your eyes flashed with anxiety and a wishful plead that it hadn’t upset him too much. “Careful now, or yah might just hurt my feelings.”

His threat reached deep and seemed to wake you up even more than the salt on his thumb. 

And with fear as motivation, you timidly reached out with shaky hands and pulled his sweats down carefully. Pretty sparkling dopey eyes looking up at him, asking for permission all the while before you pressed your face into his dirty boxers and cuddled with the hard beast behind the thin fabric separating you.

He fucked a lot, though most back-alley-rats or druggy sluts in school. He realized he hadn’t ever even touched anything as pretty as you as your large innocent eyes looked up at him with a type of devotion that made his balls tingle.

“Fuh-ck-” His breath shuddered at your display, almost losing footing as you held his thighs and rubbed your lips against the cum stains on his briefs. 

“Tch- If I’d known you’d be a simp I’d’ve brought Kei instead-” Your brother interrupted with a groan and another exasperated roll of his head and eyes before pulling his phone from his pant pocket. “Fuck it. I’ll call him now, and we’ll plug all her holes.”

“Nah-” Shigaraki gave him a dangerous look. His hand on his arm, only one finger raised. “Prettyboy gets all the attention.” He sneered with eyes narrowed. “And I don’t like being ignored.”

Touya took a moment and looked over the threatening hand placed on his arm with tired eyes and a raised brow, unable to muster any feeling worth of fear that didn’t bore the shit out of him first. 

“Fine...” He drawled, grown sick of rolling his eyes at this point where he ended up shoving the other guy off with a slight nudge to his shoulder, nodding to the pink armchair that stood by the window. “Go sit.”

Shigaraki cracked his neck and walked to the armchair before plopping down with a scoffed-out huff, trying to relieve the annoying tension that spurred in his veins while fighting the urge to scratch at his skin.

“Come on, brat-” Touya-Nii said and grabbed your upper arm, pulling you to your feet. “Go be a gracious hostand entertain our guest.” He jeered as he slung you forward with a slap to your ass toward the man sitting just some meters before you.

You started timidly walking, refraining from looking over your shoulder to give your brother a pleading look as you already knew it wouldn’t make anything any better. Things only ever got worse with him.

“Nah-ah, pretty pet.” Shiggs interrupted your slow walk of dread, his finger pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from pouting nor could you refrain from looking back at Touya this time, but as you’d expected, he showed no mercy either.

“You heard the man-” He drawled, his lanky fingers wrapped about the back of your neck before shoving you down. “On your knees.”

Your palms hit the floor along with your shins and you winced while tilting your chin up to look at the waiting man who had a cruelly amused smirk on his face. His red eyes on your cute tits and how they swung and squeezed together between your arms.

And Touya watched your ass sway from one side to the other as you stalked forward just like the sassy little back-alley-kittens he used to chase down and burn to crispy charcoaled mockeries back when he was young. His keen eyes catching the pulse of your pussy as it twitched in the cool midnight air of your bedroom and felt the slightest hint of regret for not having fucked you once alone before deciding to share.

But he opens the window nonetheless, swooshing out one last message on his phone while watching the show, lighting another cigarette with a blue flame at the tip of his finger while wondering whether he should make the trip to his room to fetch some more toys. Like a leash and collar, and maybe some handcuffs too, or even better yet, some rope to make shibari.

But then he thinks some other time and lets it go as you halt right at Shigaraki’s feet just like a little pet who’s already been housebroken.

“Closer, dumb slut. Can’t do much from there.” He sneered, getting annoyed with you. And the venom in his tone was threatening enough to have you scurry closer like a skittish scolded child. “There you go~” He praised and put his foot between your thighs.

And you felt his toes rub between your lips and over your clit and felt a burning sense of shame when the feeling had your own toes curling, shifting some on your knees in embarrassment. Unsure if it was uncomfortable or not. Though, quickly realizing that it wasn’t as you felt the sudden urge to rub against it with an almost instinctive buck of your hips. 

Shagaraki grinned down at you while pulling himself out, and you felt a wave of musk so hefty surround you it almost overwhelmed your senses as your eyes flickered along with a flare of your nostrils while your mouth watered as though you’d been trained to want it with your entire being.

“Now finish what you started earlier.”

Your mouth fell open into a wide gape to allow him entry, saliva snapping between your wet lips as your tongue lolled softly out. And you lifted your hands from the floor to better control the welcome. But, before you could have a taste was the cock pulled from you with a tut.

“Ah ah-” He scolded, rubbing his hood up and down his tip in slow restrained strokes. His beady eyes, so dominant and withholding, made your gut purr unlike with the others who’d thrown themselves over you like rabid dogs. “No hands, slut.”

You obediently listened and put them back flat on the cold floor, feeling at a disadvantage once he treaded his hand through the hair at the back of your skull. Your eyes widened with a hitch of your breath once he tugged your head closer to his scrotum.

“Let me see your tongue.” He added and you spotted the cracks in his control with how he leaned forward impatiently, licking his teeth with eager eyes zeroed in on your pretty face and lips.

You rolled your tongue out like a red carpet and your eyes crossed to look at the pale hefty thickness standing tall a mere inch from your face, so close you felt its warmth even though he wasn’t even touching you. Your thighs shifted with an inhale as he lowered the beast down, tapping it upon the wet bed of your tongue with a weight that made you moan.

And Tomura wished he had a camera as that look on your face made a picture-perfect addition to his spank bank favorites, begging for cock like that. You had him speechless with how you started licking his spine from the balls to the tip, finishing off with a kiss and a series of more cute chaste pecks up and down the length all with such loyal eye contact you nearly made him blush.

“No way you two’re related…” He finally said, still intently watching you work him. Biting his tongue with a groan once you sucked the new pill of precum that had pooled in his slit. “You’re way too sweet to be this punk's sister.”

Dabi scoffed from over by the window where he’d made himself busy now rolling something different than tobacco into a fine fat blunt with a certain type of neat expertise that only comes from practice. Another blue flame and he started to puff a second later, hoping it would soothe the boredom of the wait as he watched with even duller eyes than before at you and how vanilla you sucked cock. 

He wished Shiggs would get messy with you soon.

And then his prayers were met as Shigaraki’s hand tightened the grip he had on your hair. 

“Open wide now and take it deep.”

And then he pulled you closer and tread your pretty plump lips down around his girth. Smiling some when your eyes widened as he slid himself all the way back into your throat until his cock curved down your jugular. But to his surprise, you kissed his base without any protest. Not even so much as a whine leaving you as you hollowed your cheeks around him like a trained glory-hole-whore. 

“Fuck-” He groaned, holding your head steady, one hand placed on the back and the other placed on the top. “Some’ beat me to it and broke this throat in already?” He hissed while keeping you down, thrusting himself into only the deepest part of you. A large grin on his face as you swallowed him down. “Lucky me.”

Relaxing your throat had become easier from the first time, almost as though your gag reflex didn’t even exist anymore. You thought as the white tuft of Shigaraki’s pubes tickled your nose while you felt him twitch on your tongue. 

“Look at me.” He ordered and you raised your gaze to meet his. Giving a hum that drummed his cock in all pleasurable ways once he gave your boob a squeeze and your nipple a rub.

And with deepthroat tears pretty like glitter on your lashes, you swept your tongue across his cock before slipping the muscle out of your mouth to tease his balls. 

“Heh, now you’re just showing off.” He snickered before releasing you by removing his hands from your head, readjusting them so that one was jerking his cock and the other grabbing your throat, lifting you to your feet. “Up, slut.” 

Grabbing your waist, he tugged you towards him, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And here I was thinking you were innocent…” 

Shigaraki grinned, shoving his fingers into your mouth before you could say anything, his other hand rubbing over your cunt, making you squeal out an urgent whimper as he toyed with the wetness within your mouth.

“Aw~ Is someone sore?” He babied, pouting at you with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his dry lips by the sight of your thighs quivering. Your brows tangled together as you moaned on his digits. “This'll make you feel better.” He whispered, sliding his glossy cockhead up and down the slit of your slick cunt. “Promise~”

He sunk inside you and you sucked on his fingers with closed eyes, but they shot wide open again on the account of the surprise finger he pushed inside your ass.

“Fucking finally-”

Flicking another stump out your window into the pool outside, Dabi lighted another one he’d just finished rolling and threw his phone on your bed. Buckling up his belt with the joint between his lips, he pulled the leather through the loops of his black jeans and let the article clatter harshly on the floor. Pants and boxers were kicked off unceremoniously and left in a heap behind him, ribbed white T the only thing still left on.

“Let’s get this shit on the road already.”

He handed the spliff to Shiggs who received it between his lips like it was regular procedure, taking a drag before blowing the grey stank right into your face. Smiling once you coughed all cutely with a scrunch of your eyes and nose. He bet just a few drags and you’d be all soft limbs, even more than what you were already.

Dabi put his hand down flat between your shoulder blades and pushed you into the chest in front until you snuggled against the stranger like you couldn’t have been closer. And Shigaraki took the hint and aided the pursuit by lifting your hips, though with a slight comment of doubt.

“You won’t fit.”

But Touya just simpered on a grin. “I’ll fit.” And then his cockhead nudged into the space Shigaraki already occupied, trying to force room where there was none.

You protested, but couldn’t really make out any words other than small pathetic whines. “Ah- Nii-san- sto-” You reached behind you to try and push him away in the panic of desperation, but it only ended with your wrists getting caught in a secure lock in big brother's harsh hold.

And Shigaraki slid his hands from your hips and dug his fingers between the crack of your asscheeks instead, one fingertip rubbing your asshole while grabbing the plush domes of flesh, lifting you higher and spreading you for Touya-nii to better make his attack.

“I’ll fit,” Touya repeated and drove in alongside the other fat cock.

And you cried an adorable whimper into Shigaraki’s ear, but it only made him snicker while starting to rub his cock along the tight straining walls of your overstuffed cunt, pushing his finger inside your butt again. 

“See?” Your brother breathed out behind you. “Fits perfect.” He groaned out, before gathering your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head back to look at him and his eerie crazed ice-blue eyes. “Doesn’t it? Sis?”

You moaned as the new exaggerated arch of your back had them both hitting a place no one had yet reached, and Dabi spat right into your open mouth and made you swallow while Shiggs bit onto one of the nipples strutting like an offering right into his face.

And they fucked you like that. Back arched to the max with two thick cocks fighting for space in your stretched cunt. 

And Touya-nii hit just a bit deeper, fucking against your cervix, but Shigaraki made up for it by being fatter, spreading you wider, and you couldn’t stop your cunt from sucking on both of them. 

Your brother reached a hand around you to grab your tit, his other hand still pulling your head back by your hair so that he could watch your expression alter between pain and pleasure. And Tomura sucked your other tit, licking the sweet salt from your skin while still pumping your other hole, smiling as he felt your cunt drip slick down his ballsack. 

And as sweat began dripping from you and you thought you might just overheat there was a gust of wind from the window following a pair of massive red wings.

“Party started without me?” He spoke, his voice always so laidback it was gross rather than cool. But you felt your gut curl with a type of giddy schoolgirl want nonetheless and cursed yourself with confusion as you couldn’t quite fathom how you could possibly even think of more when you were already so stuffed.

“We’re just warming her up.” Shigaraki jeered while watching the belly bulge he and Dabi were making in your stomach.

“How sweet.” The newcomer jested, already tearing off his jacket with his belt buckle coming undone in his other hand. Shoes left with socks stuffing them, his shirt discarded on the floor a second later. No one could ever accuse him of being shy as he stood fully nude merely half a minute after arriving. Cock already high strung and ready for pussy.

“Now that we have enough dicks-” Touya-nii said and dropped your head which landed in a panting sweaty drooling mess against Tomura’s chest. 

“Dibs on ass.” He said, though remained situated deep in your cunt while your brother pulled out. His finger was now situated deep in your other hole, working it like he was making a promise.

“Fine by me,” Touya-nii spoke, taking steps towards the bed to fling all the pillows and plushies onto one side to make space. “She’s already been stretched today so she should take it with a smile.” He snickered, though it lacked amusement like always and came off as simply cruel instead.

But Hawks contrasted it by taking a leap onto the ready-made bed, bouncing and sprawling out flat on his back with a great big grin spread on his face. His hands folded behind his head and eyes wild with a nocturnal yellow as though he was about to feast. Cock standing proud without any support, visibly eager to pound pussy into a grateful mess.

“Already know what you want, preggo-freak.” Your brother mocked, perking up a bit by the contagious passion displayed by his chicken-brained friend.

“Give her.” Said blonde demanded like a child with hands clutching the air before receiving your exhausted frame as you were lifted off Tomura’s prick and seated down on the new one.

And he had more energy than the other two who’d fucked you with less beastly vigor. You see, Keigo was so pumped up with adrenaline from his flight and the promise of raw pussy ready to be bred, that he could fuck you with tempo for hours.

“Sheesh, she’ suckin’ me right in.” He nearly howled while pounding you like a hound in his rut, and with your head rocking upon the violent thrust you felt your foothold slipping until Tomura made his presence known behind you and slipped right into your ass in one swift movement that had you jolt into an arch, your head lifting with a loud whine. 

And right when you were about to drop back down to rest, a hand swooped beneath your chin and stopped your head from drooping and you were once again leveled with the familiar studded cock you’d had for lunch just half a day ago.

“Looks like it’s me and your throat again, sis.” Your big brother grinned with your cute face in his palm, and you thought it nearly beautifully poetic because it was the first cock you’d ever tasted. “Open up.” He said softly, a sadistic type of thrill tinting his features as you let your jaw drop.

And this time he didn’t waste any time, stuffing your mouth up quick before starting to rock into your face fast enough to have his balls swing and clap against your chin. One hand, keeping your chin steady, while the other held you over the temple, his fingers digging greedily into the fat of your cheek where he felt his cock thrust through.

“Look up at me.” He grunted darkly. “Let me watch those eyes roll.”

You peeked up at him through your lashes, being pounded in all three holes making you moan around his shaft. Your eyes, unable to focus, blinked and spaced all dopey and adorable with wet wells making them sparkle.

“Good slut.” He praised with a light slap to your cheek and a harsher deeper thrust.

And the others followed suit, slapping your ass and tits and thighs. Rough fingers digging nails skin-deep into your flesh, gripping you tight and holding you with greed as their cocks drove all the way inside you, stuffing you completely full. 

And where none of them were any bigger than the previous ones you’d taken already, their cocks slid easily near effortlessly inside and out again, hitting you as deep as you go. Sliding through sore sensitive walls, stuffing you full, and leaving you shellshocked on the account of wanting even more.

And tears flew from your eyes, but you weren’t sure why anymore because where you felt the slaps and heard the smack, the sting never came and instead left you feeling all tingly and unbelievably hot.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Touya whined in yet another effort of being cruel. “You don’t like that?” He continued his play, pinching your nose between his thumb and index, jerking it with another slap to your hollowed-out cheek, all while keeping his cock lodged deep down your pipe. “Too bad I like that.” He laughed. 

“You’re such a dick, Dabi.” Keigo snickered, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to help you ride him. His head nuzzling between your soft pillowy tits hanging above him, kissing your skin and sucking and licking your nipples, biting marks into you once he spotted Shoto’s ownersickness from earlier on your pretty neck.

“Sluts need to learn too, right?” Your brother answered, letting you breathe while he crouched down to level with you. “I’m tutoring.”

His breath, sour with smoke and beer, blew on your face with the rasp of his voice. A wide toothy smirk stretched across his face at the sight of your pretty teary eyes, glazed with something so lusty you might have just as well had hearts in them by now. 

He snickered at you and how pathetically dirty you’d become in just a day, before his eyes caught on the sight of your open mouth, panting out small precious moans every time his friends had you stuffed full.

He thought for a moment he should spit on your face and watch you grimace, but then Shigaraki’s comment from earlier suddenly came to mind instead. About how you were too sweet to be his sister, and he thought he might just be right. 

You really were too sweet, and too pretty to be related to him. 

Soft face with those biteable mochi cheeks, doe-eyes cuter than a puppy’s, not an ill thought in your mind, and not a single bad bone in your body.

Plump lips so kissable… 

So kissable he just had to, even though he never does and never wants to with anyone.

And you moaned into his mouth as though melting, not even flinching at the leather of his lower lip or the staples on his chin. 

“Touya-nii~” You whined out sweetly, drool on your lips connected to his in slim bridges. And he wished for a moment he knew what you were thinking as he couldn’t quite remember a time he’d ever felt remotely close to the look of pure and utter bliss you had painted on your face.

And then he felt it himself as he urgently shot to his feet and exploded all over your expression.

And as you came for the umpteenth time and tightened around the two others until they as well pumped you full of seed, and with big brother’s cum dribbling down your cheeks and lips, you gave him a big blissfully dumb smile.

And then you started riding the cock beneath again with an impatient whine while pushing back into the one behind you, wanting to feel their greedy hands get even greedier with you. And your own hand reached for Nii-sans cock quickly in a newfound fear he would go limp, motioning it back to your mouth to help keep him warm and stiff and ready to fuck you silly even more.

And Dabi went silent as you sucked him, taken by your eyes, whose earlier look of mercy had completely vanished. Now looking up at him with striking spirit, something swirling about inside them, something dark and syrupy, something utterly and daringly insatiable. 

I love the thought of Katsuki getting your name tattooed on him 🥰

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★ PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

★ SUMMARY: you always had a habit of drawing on bakugou with ballpoint pens and washable markers but when he comes home from work one day your piece of art doesn't seem to be coming off.

Ever since you were both in u.a together you fairly enjoyed drawing little symbols or tiny words and sentences on Katsuki’s skin. He might’ve pretended to hate it but he didn’t wash it off until he had a shower at night.

Even before you became an official couple it became part of your daily routine. In class he would rest his large hand on your desk and let you doodle away on it when there was free time at the end of a long lesson. Although one time you drew a dick on his finger as a joke and he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the afternoon.

Sometimes he would ask you if he could have a turn and that would result in the two of you happily sitting on the common room couch with a blue ballpoint pen each as you both doodled on each others skin.

“Hold still, dumbass. Gonna make me screw up the stick figures leg.”

Now you’re both pro heroes and that hasn’t changed. One morning when Katsuki has to go to his agency earlier than you, he’s in the middle of drinking his morning coffee and you’re signing some paperwork. He sets his mug down and places his elbows on the counter as he looks at you with admiration. You’re so beautiful.

“Babe.”

“Hm?”

“D’ya wanna draw something on my arm?”

You look up from your paper and the corners of your lips turn up into a soft smile. He always looked so hot in the mornings with his messy undercut and grey sweats that hung low on his hips, showing off his strong physic.

“Sure. What do you want me to draw?” He hesitates for a moment and furrows his brows. “Hmm..surprise me” he states before extending his arm to you and picking up his abandoned mug on the kitchen island with the other hand. You turn your attention to the arm in front of you and push your documents to one side. You think for a moment before tracing the ink over his forearm as bakugou sipped his coffee, looking at you with bright crimson eyes. When you finished you took a second to admire your work of art.

You had drawn a small infinity sign just under the line where his arm bends with your name under it in neat cursive writing complete with a tiny heart.

“There ya go!” You said enthusiastically. You were actually quite proud with how this turned out and Katsuki noticed how your face lit up when you saw the completed drawing. He angled his arm to get a better look and gave you a toothy smile.

“I love it, baby. Thanks”

After another couple of minutes and conversation passed by Your blonde boyfriend tapped his phone to look at the time and his eyes widened. “Shit, I gotta go but I’ll see you when I get home yeah?” Katsuki leaned in and gave you a quick smooch and a tap on your asscheek as a goodbye before disappearing. The sound of his heavy boots thumping started to fade as the front door closed.

*later on that night* You had gotten home from work earlier than bakugou. You had already showered and were now lounging on the comfy couch with a blanket, scrolling through your phone with a reality Tv show playing in the background. After mindlessly scrolling through TikTok and Instagram you eventually noticed the time on your screen and raised a brow. He was taking longer than usual. He normally would’ve been home half an hour ago so you decided to go onto your phone app and clicked onto Bakugou’s contact. It only rang a couple times before he picked up.

“Hey”

“Hey katsu, you okay? Where are you?”

“Wont be long. Picked up some dinner.”

“Okay well..be safe and come home as soon as possible.”

He chuckled and replied, “I will I will, bye”

“Bye, baby”

Ten minutes had passed when you heard the sound of keys before the sound of your front door opening and closing. Next thing you know your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with a carrier bag in his hand.

“How’s my girl doin’?” He asked, making his way over to you and sitting on the empty spot on the couch, setting the bag down. You smile and peck his cheek before bringing your hand up to his spikey blonde hair to rake your nails over his scalp.

His eyes closed as he melted into your touch and sighed happily. You ran your other hand up his muscular arm but immediately pulled it away when you heard Bakugou hiss in pain.

“Sorry” you winced.

“S’fine, just a little sore.”

“What happened?”

“Why don’t ya stop staring at me and take a look?” He teased with a smirk on his face.

You tut and shift your gaze down to his arm and see plastic wrapped around it. You squint your eyes as you lean closer to see what’s under it. Your eyes widen and you gasp.

“You did not.”

“I did.”

It was your drawing. Except this time the skin around it was a pinky red shade and the ink was a lot darker than the bright blue pen that was running out.

He had gotten it tattooed on himself.

He stared down at it proudly. “I didn’t wanna wash it off..I really liked it so I thought, ‘hey why not just have it there permanently?’ now everyone is gonna see that I’m yours and you’re mine, princess”

“Aww katsu..” You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and then his lips. He smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to nibble your bottom lip between his teeth. You flinch and giggle as he pulled you onto his lap with the arm that isn’t sore.

“I love ya.” He whispers squeezing your waist gently with his fingers.

“And my new tattoo is fuckin’ perfect like you.”

@liv-loves-mic2023 {please don’t plagiarize, copy or repost my work.} Reblogs are always appreciated though! :)

(This was a short little drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts and I finally had the motivation to finish it tonight :) I’m aware that it’s not that skillfully written but it’s nearly 3am lmao)

Thanks for reading <3

ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE┊despite what’s written on the bathroom stalls, twenty-three year old gojo satoru, is a virgin. this was a well kept secret until he made a drunken social media post spilling his dirty laundry. worried about his standing in the university hierarchy — satoru turns to you, his oldest friend, to save his social life. how? by taking his virginity, of course.

content: a college au, angst if you squint, smut and fluff. gojo being an oblivious dork, afab!reader x gojo satoru, piv sex, f*ngering (reader receiving), c*nnilingus, a brief conversation regarding consent, no power dynamics, reader is called (hot, baby, sweatheart, is shorter than gojo.) all lowercase. word count: 10k

satoru guesses it is nearly five in the morning when his phone chimes three times in quick succession. he immediately regrets choosing a quacking duck as his notification tone, waking with a start and banging the top of his head against his coffee table.

the vibrations occur no more than a few seconds apart, the screen lighting up each time and nearly blinding him from its place on the floor; propped against one of the legs of the violent table. his body is awkwardly contorted, head turned in its direction.

satoru lifts up his head to glance at it — squinting in pain as he tries to focus on the kanji. It darkens before he can see who woke him and he turns up his nose in annoyance when he notices the cracked upper corner of his very expensive cell phone. he runs the heel of his hand roughly against his eyes, wiping the crusted edges in an attempt to clear his blurry vision.

despite not being fully coherent, satoru can tell that he’s hungover. his memory is hazy at best but some of it comes back in short flashes; being at the bar with nanami, drunken coin fumbling to buy another round of shots, someone tossing him on his living room floor and ruining his favorite shirt.

his white leather ottoman is bowing in the middle, obviously broken. the minibar is ransacked and the floor is covered with remnants of the night before: empty beer cans, a plate of chicken bones, a cowboy hat, half-eaten skinless mangos, his favorite jacket, a plastic battle ax, etc.

snoring on the couch and wearing only jeans and one sock, the words MUNCH written in sharpie across his forehead, is geto suguru. a cat that satoru assumes is his now, struts across the top of the couch until it reaches a plastic cup blocking its path.

recognizing the obstruction, the feline slaps it off the side and the cup hits suguru in the face. hard. stale saké splashes all over him and he jerks awake before falling directly onto the pile of beer cans on the floor. the black sharpie starts to drip down his forehead in jagged lines that look almost like stitches.

“oh shit,” he groans, strands of black hair falling out of his top knot and into his eyes. “what the hell happened last night?”

satoru goes to shake his head, but the heaviness of it makes him nauseous. he glances over at his friend and then down at himself. “pajama party?” he lays in the same position he originally slept in and the same white button up he remembers wearing (albeit with a few buttons missing).

the two men groan in unison, satoru lifting himself up and using his now broken leather furniture for leverage. vertigo hits him hard and black dots are on the edge of his vision, but he’s able to stumble his way into his kitchen while keeping hold of the contents of his stomach. on his marble countertop are painkillers, candies that he’s sure are from his pantry, and a note. it reads: try not to black out again. you almost killed me for attempting to put you in bed.

satoru raises a brow, recognizing his friend’s font-like handwriting well. how sweet of nanami to look out for them in this way! he makes a mental note to tease him about it later.

satoru pops a candy in his mouth, the hard sugary treat clacking against his teeth. he scrolls down on a search engine for hangover remedies and just as he learns that sugar is apparently not what he should be having (oops?) a new notification appears, grouping with the three from earlier:

INU_NOT_YASHA liked your post.

the notification itself wouldn’t be so strange if it weren’t inumaki that liked his post. he rarely ever saw the underclassman on the app (and if he did it was watching slime making videos.) satoru can hear the rustling of beer cans as suguru must be removing himself from the floor now, too. another notification comes up and then another:

JLAWFAN39 liked your post

JLAWFAN39 commented on your post: woah gojo-senpai you’re way braver than me. why were your nipples out btw? ://

satoru raises an eyebrow. he hadn’t posted a shirtless picture in… like three days. (a new record) he goes to respond to the comment and defend his honor, but the next one makes him pause.

NANAMI.KENTOBOX commented on your post: he insisted that they needed to “air out.”

nanami often preached about how much he hated social media, how the instagram account he had was purely for convenience. what would have caused him to comment on one of satoru’s posts? he never had before.

satoru taps on the notification then, wanting to know what the fuss was all about, especially since he was the topic of conversation. what he finds makes him almost drop his phone in the sink.

for starters, he had posted six images at once (which did not fit the minimalist aesthetic he’d curated over the past two years.) one photo is of him, suguru, and nanami in the bar. the more stoic man is begrudgingly standing with his arms crossed. from there, each picture gets progressively more raunchy. until the very last one, a recorded video, starts to play.

it’s definitely him, pulling at his own button up in an attempt to flash the camera. nanami is heard sighing in the background and geto is making weird mouth sounds at what satoru assumes is the mystery cat. “could you at least give me a warning before you strip?” the blonde man chastises. satoru can hear the sound of him rummaging through his kitchen cabinets.

video satoru lets out a laugh, throwing himself back on the living room floor with the phone raised over him. there’s a thick thud where his head connects to the ground, one that makes both suguru and nanami wince. “ouch!” he whines, pouting at the camera and using his free hand to rub the sore spot on his head. his cheeks are red and his eyes are almost closed, obviously intoxicated.

“i’m soooo lonely, guys. who wants to come keep me company?” satoru instantly cringes at himself. this was definitely embarrassing (and explained the 200 followers he’d dropped in the span of only a few hours) but not enough for him to be concerned, right?

video satoru gets a faraway look in his eyes, the kind that says he’s about to either burst into song or is very deep in his feelings. “don’t any of you get jealous, okay? i’m just kidding! i wouldn't please you, anyway. i don’t have the experience.” satoru sees his past self start to tear up and suddenly, he remembers the feeling of laying on his expensive rug and feeling the cool air riddle his chest with goosebumps. he also remembers what he says next for all 4,000 3800 of his followers to see:

“being a virgin fucking blows.”

and there it is on the internet forever. his biggest secret. something that only one other person knew about until now,  broadcasted on his most used social media platform. shit. shit! 

suguru has managed to lift himself off the floor somehow, making his way over to the kitchen while holding the street cat in both hands. his sock is practically hanging off his foot now, the black ink on his forehead streaky as if someone ferociously tried wiping it off. “don’t look so distraught, satoru. just make another post saying you were drunk.”

satoru gives this some thought but one look at his dms and he knows he won’t be able to salvage this social nose dive. people were blowing him up asking if the post had any truth to it, if he needed a warm body to fill his bed at night. it was all too much, panic starting to set in.

noticing his friend’s genuine distress, suguru raises a brow. slowly, a smirk starts to appear on his face. “wait… is it actually tru-”

“of course not!” satoru interjects, shutting off his phone and flippantly waving a hand in his friend’s direction. he flinches at the volume. “i lost my virginity years ago, you know that. besides,” he grabs the street cat from suguru’s hands and lifts it so that their cheeks are pressed together. “who needs sex when you have this adorable little thing?” the adorable thing in question immediately tries to squirm out of his grasp.

the smirk doesn’t leave suguru’s face and in response he shrugs his shoulders. “alright then, who popped your cherry? you never told me that many details. is it someone we know?”

satoru feels his face redden. “uh, well-”

this is where things get complicated. if he made up a name then suguru would surely grill him on every detail of the encounter, finding holes in his lie. he had to think of someone and fast.

“well?” the dark-haired man presses, lips still curled in amusement.

in satoru’s defense, he was cornered! he couldn’t possibly tell him the truth now, could he? it is a split second decision (the only response he could conjure up) when satoru opens his mouth to say the first name that comes to mind. it is only by pure necessity and recency bias, that it is yours.

judging by the angle of the sunlight filtering in through your cheap blinds, soft yellow that just barely comes over the horizon, it was most definitely too early for you to be awake. you glance over at your alarm clock, the green letters showing that it was without a doubt, too damn early. whoever was pounding at your front door must have wanted a death sentence.

at first, you decide to let their knocking be until they give up, assuming no one was home. one quick glance at the opposite side of your dorm and you see that nobara is nowhere to be found – already up and at her morning class. unfortunately for you, this person was persistent and what was once a pounding of a fist turns into a song of some sort… as if they were entertaining themselves until you decided to stop ignoring them.

you consider your options – one of them being whether or not prison is as horrible as they say – and another debating the logistics of jumping out of a third story window and landing directly on concrete. you roll both options back and forth in your head like a mental tug of war – but right as you are about to decide – the knocking stops.

a sigh escapes you as you roll over onto your side, back facing the window behind you. your eyes close and you nuzzle deeper into the warmth that is your bed. before you can appreciate the sudden silence, the shrill jingle of your cell phone blares to life on your bedside table.

“are you-” you slam your hand down on the device and drag it by its tied charms to your side. you don’t look at the caller id before you swipe to answer and lift the screen to your ear. “fucking kidding me?!”

“i most certainly am not! good morning to you, too by the wa-”

you immediately hang up at the sound of his voice, letting your phone fall onto the ground. you were not letting that string bean ruin your slumber again. the last time you answered this early, he’d been drunk off his ass slurring about something you don’t even remember. not this time! you close your eyes again but the same agitating, grating voice comes out behind a muffled door. it calls out your name in a sing-songy tune, followed by knocks that hit the same melody. “open up,” he sings, “i know you’re in there~!”

you groan loudly into your pillow.

you’ve known gojo satoru long enough to deduce two things about him – he was definitely persistent, and annoyingly patient when he wanted to be. no amount of potential embarrassment could sway him. if you didn’t answer now, he’d knock until your neighbors called the police and you’d have to deal with their nagging for weeks; especially from the two sophomores in 1B, they fucking hated you.

you begrudgingly lift yourself up out of your warm bed and trudge to the door. as soon as you open it a flash of what can only be described as a tall shadow moves past your vision so quickly that you almost get whiplash. “thank god,” a voice you recognize chirps, “it took me forever to even get you to wake up.”

you shut your door and turn around to see none other than gojo satoru, your best friend, dressed in his campus hoodie. the same design of hoodie that you had slept in the night before. he’s as handsome as ever, stark white hair and bright blue eyes covered with thin shades. he smiles at you and you return a frown. it’s only then that you notice the plastic bag in his left hand and the familiar brown label on the bottle that pokes through.

“before you kick my ass, just hear me out. yeah?” he rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie and you try to not let your gaze linger on his forearms. “have a seat. i’m gonna set the table.”

satoru places the bag on the table in question (which is just a desk next to your bed) and grabs you by your shoulders to guide you to sit down in your chair. you comply, your half-asleep state focusing only on the sweet cheese danish he places in front of you along with your favorite bottled coffee drink. he pulls out his own goodies and you raise a brow at the very modest bottle of water.

you see, satoru had a vice. one you had known well after your many years of friendship. every morning, without fail – he’d drink the most sugar-induced, whipped cream, caramel drizzled frappuccino known to man. you’d always tease him and ask how satoru still had all of his teeth and he’d just lick the caramel that dripped on his fingertips and give you an annoyingly handsome smile. for him to drink anything without artificial sugar was concerning, to say the least. he sits on the opposite side of you on your bed and starts to tap his fingertips on the desk. he seemed almost…nervous? you open your coffee, the plastic top cracking under your hand.

“so,” you lift the bottle to your lips, “was starbucks closed or something–?”

“i want you to take my virginity.”

you choke on your coffee mid-sip, sputtering as you try to repress a coughing fit. it takes you a moment for you to catch your bearings, grabbing a packed napkin from the bag and pressing it against your now stained hoodie. “shit–! ‘toru, what?”

satoru lays down with his legs spread out in front of him and his elbows keeping him up; the sheets moving beneath him. you can tell by the gleam in his eyes that he’s dead serious. frighteningly so. “i want you to take my virginity! pop my cherry. steal my virtue–“

“stop!” you interrupt him, hand lifting up in front of you as the other places a now soiled napkin on the table. “please, don’t elaborate, satoru.” you press two fingers on the bridge of your nose and take a moment to collect yourself.

“what do you mean you want me to take your virginity?”

he rolls his eyes at this, sitting up so that one arm supports him. his hand reaches out to grab your discarded stack of napkins, playing with the ends of the paper. “you told me once that people should share their first time with someone they care about, that they trust.” he shrugs his shoulders. “i trust you more than anyone.”

you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “there’s more to it than that, toru.” how could he be so calm about this? “you have to actually love the person to some degree–!”

“who says i don’t love you?”

that makes you pause, lifting your head to make eye contact with the man in front of you. he said it in a way that suggests that it was ridiculous for you to believe otherwise.

exasperated, you sigh through your nose. “satoru, you know what i mean. it’s a different kind of love. you need someone who wants to… i don’t know! build a life with you or something.”

he laughs at this. “right because when you lost your virginity to maki, it was because you were madly in love?”

“that’s not the point.” he raises a white eyebrow.

in a way he’s not entirely wrong, you and maki were dating at the time but you never saw a future with her. when you broke up it was amicable, two people realizing that they just weren’t all that compatible. still, your point stands. you didn’t regret the way you lost your virginity or who you’d lost it to but would the same be said for gojo? could your friendship survive that?

as if sensing that you were thinking entirely too much, a long pale finger flicks your forehead.

“ow!” you instinctively look over at the other side of the room — turning away once you remember that nobara is still out for the day. you can practically feel her eyes burning the side of your head because of the noise.

“pay attention! i’m practically giving you my body on a silver platter and you aren’t even giving me the time of day?” he suddenly hops (or more accurately steps with his long ass legs) to your side of the table and plants himself on nobara’s bed next to you, moving your feet to relax on his lap. “i’m not asking you to give me the most mind blowing experience of my life just… i want to get it over with.”

(somewhere, nobara feels a shiver run down her spine. a great disturbance only caused by gojo satoru.)

you give him the look he hates, the one that says he’s not getting what he wants. “what if this ruins our relationship? i-i have an idea! what if you ask suguru to take your virginity?”

if looks could kill you’d be six feet under. “and get throttled with his bare hands for even asking? besides he’s ugly,” his nose scrunches up in disgust, “you’re hot and like, soft. you exfoliate.”

“gojo satoru–“

“i also might have told him that you took it already.”

that makes you pause. of course he told the second most popular man on campus. “you did fucking what?”

“don’t worry about it! i doubt he believed me!” you give the same look from before. “okay, admittedly i could have framed this conversation better–“

“you think?”

“but… if i were to be with anyone, why wouldn’t it be you?”

you consider this for a moment, covering your face in your hands. maybe if things were simpler, if the two of you were just acquaintances, it would be easier to agree to. but how are you expected to sleep with someone who you’ve known since you were freshmen in high school? you’d helped his mom cook dinner, talked to his dad about the family business even when you had no interest. they were like a second family to you. 

you feel a hand grab your wrist and you look up to see the face of a man you know better than anyone, who you would hate to lose. “don’t look so freaked out! i’m not going to force you or anything so... just think about it?”

you sigh but nod your head, ignoring the pounding of your heart. “alright… yeah. i’ll think about it.” 

you did not think about it. in fact, you did everything in your power to not think about it. that meant burying yourself in your studies and avoiding gojo satoru at all costs, giving the excuse of being busy every time he tried to meet up.

by the time the two of you left your dorm that day, you’d not only found out why exactly he was in a rush to lose his v-card but that the school was now divided on the legitimacy of gojo’s virginity claims. especially since you were allegedly the one to have taken it. geto suguru made quick work of spreading that fact to anyone who would listen.

on one hand, you were happy that satoru had some of the heat off him but that meant that you were getting dms from people you’d never even spoken to before, asking for you to confirm it. eventually you just went private but that made the rumors spread even more. were you two together? friends with benefits? was it just a one night stand?

after a week of this – you started practically barricading yourself in your dorm room, avoiding not only gojo but anyone else that was trying to get the latest news on your relationship. of course, you could only keep this up for so long, message after message hitting your phone. once from itadori on how to use a rice cooker but mostly from satoru asking if he’d made you uncomfortable or crossed a line.

you would say no, that you just needed to focus on your classes, but he didn’t take that answer — posting sad bart simpson edits on his instagram story to further prove his point. you hated making him feel this way (even if he was being overly dramatic) but you weren’t someone that liked being in the spotlight. satoru had always been popular, adored. you tended to just fade into the background and you liked it that way.

when you try to lift your head, you realize that your face is pressed into the crook of your arm. there’s a blanket draped over you that you don’t recognize and it slips off your shoulders when you start to move from your uncomfortable position at your desk. the blinds of your dorm are open wide enough for pale blue light to peer through them and it blinds you momentarily as your vision clears. the light reflects off of something black and metallic on your right hand, pen stains from last night. gross.

you groan and place your face back into the cocoon your arms have created. you have a class fairly early today but by the color of the sky through your window, that time hasn't come yet. maybe you could get just a few more hours in…

“rise and grind, sleepyhead!" your roommate says way too loudly for the early morning. normally you had no issue getting up, but the cram session from the night before presents itself with the pounding headache you have and the taste of a fruity energy drink on your tongue.

“nobara… as much as i appreciate the positivity,” your words are muffled in your arm, “i’m not exactly in the mood for it today.” you let out a sigh, feeling unreasonably hot all of a sudden. “this week–“

“i know exactly what happened this week. i think the entire campus knows at this point! i mean, jesus, all you've done is sleep.” you and nobara weren’t friends exactly, a frenemies type of relationship if you will, but you could see the obvious concern on her normally stern features, brows furrowed and lips pouty.

she was attractive in an… aggressive way. a cute bobbed haircut and a bright, full laugh so contagious you couldn’t help but smile when you heard it. she was the type of girl to have both men and women alike on their knees. 

when you first met nobara she was too focused on flirting with a classmate of yours, and not focused on where she was going. to make a long story short, you both got into an intense screaming match. all of this in the middle of the courtyard, while standing over the box of personal items that you had been carrying to your dorm. it didn’t exactly make things easier for the two of you when you found out that you would spend the entire semester together. satoru had to practically hold you both back so you wouldn’t start throwing blows. she saw you as a clumsy, irritable nuisance and you saw her as an annoying flirt with too much time on her hands.

somehow over the course of time you two had come to a mutual level of understanding and the hostility slowly dissipated from your living space. now, months later, she was one of the few people on campus that you felt comfortable venting to.

you stretch your arms over your head, ignoring the way her eyes peered down at you in what you perceived as pity. “yeah well the entire campus doesn’t know the whole story, do they?” you say with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

she grins. “no, i suppose they don’t.” nobara pulls over her own desk chair as you spin yours around to face her. you tuck your knees up to your chest and she gets comfortable across from you. “tell me everything.”

you proceed to explain the events of the week in vivid detail, making sure to emphasize how mortifying it all truly was. she wasn’t there, so you had to paint a vivid picture. the determined look he had given you, the early morning bed hair he still had. nobara’s nose curls at the sound of satoru’s name and she almost has a heart attack when she realizes he sat on her bed. when you explain exactly what satoru had asked from you, she crosses her arms against her chest and her lips curl up on one side. your voice is soft and your cheeks feel warm. even if your face were stoic as ever right now, your anxious hands were a dead give away to how flustered you were.

“he wants you to take his virginity.” this is a statement, not a question. you nod. “and not only did he lie and tell geto that you already had” you nod again, slower this time. “but you’re considering actually taking up the offer.”

“well – yeah. pretty much.”

nobara shrugs. “honestly, i didn’t think you had it in you but a dirty mind can come from even the most innocent–“

“who says i’m actually going to sleep with him?” you interrupt.

she raises a brow. “you’re not?”

“no! i-i don’t know! maybe?”

nobara’s signature smirk is back and she’s leaning in closer to you, knees knocking against the edge of your chair. “are you positive?” your friend reaches behind you and grabs one of the sticky notes off your desk. in barely legible writing it reads your first name and then the last, replaced with gojo instead of your own. shit.

it was a joke the two of you made after a long night of studying. nobara had made a comment about how you had a crush on your longtime friend and you didn’t exactly deny it. “gojo isn’t that bad of a family name. if gojo ever gives you the opportunity, fuck him. hell, you can even marry him if you’re feeling bold! do that thing that americans do where you take his last name.”

you had laughed it off, even though at the time you had been completely committed to maki. it was supposed to be a joke, a little thing between the two of you. now, many months later, it’s obvious you weren’t the only one who remembered that conversation.

“i knew you had some type of feelings for him!” she whisper-yells, “is that why you’re so scared to go through with it?”

you can’t help the way your lips twitch downwards, breaking your stoic appearance. nobara knew you better than you thought. it was equally flattering and annoying. “fine,” you huff, “you got me. is this the part where you tell me that i’m gonna get my heart broken? that i should have told him how i felt months ago?”

nobara shakes her head. “obviously not. this is the part where i say that as your friend, i want what’s best for you.” she leans in impossibly close now, her hands resting against the arms of your chair. you stare into her eyes and the glossy brown color stares right back at you.

“maybe the only way you’ll get over this little crush is by testing out the merchandise or maybe he just feels the same way!” she pauses and you see her dark eyes narrow with mischief. “besides, you’re practically attached at the hip anyway. he’s come to check on you ten times in the last four days.”

you think of the days this week that you’ve hidden behind the door as nobara rattled off an excuse for you, saying that you’d gone to the library or to visit a professor. the times you’d seen him in a hall and took a detour around campus just to avoid awkward conversation. if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t being entirely fair to him.

“yeah, yeah i get it. i’ll talk to him.” you lift your hands in defeat, ignoring the way she practically shakes from excitement.

“thank god! do me a favor ‘n fuck him dumb so that he forgets how to speak, yeah?”

you only shove her away, her laugh filling the room as you turn around to grab your cell phone from your night stand. you turn it on and see a slew of messages:

[12:00 am] toru: u know things are bad when im up this late

[12:30 am] toru: i know ur awake :((

[12:57 am] toru: or maybe you arent? ur dorm light was on earlier

[1:25 am] toru: that sounds so creepy i was just walking by :((( 🙏🏻!!

[1:30 am] toru: i miss you

you let out a chuckle but it comes out more sad than you mean for it to. you missed your friend just as much as he seems to have missed you.

[7:45 am] you: meet me at our place after class?

you don’t expect a response to come so quickly, the vibration going off before you can even fully place your phone back on the table.

[7:46 am] toru: i’ll be there.

the sharp crunch of torn flesh clear in your ears, the salty juices coating your lips and tingling from spicy red pepper flakes. your plate of chicken is practically empty and you sigh in content as you place down your final bone and wipe your mouth. satoru is sat beside you and for the first time since this whole fiasco you actually see a hint of a smile on his face, watching you enjoy your meal with his own plate nearly empty.

you’re currently sat next to each other in the busy restaurant. everyone who had gotten off of school or work stopped by on their commute home and now it’s so packed that the two of you have no choice but to share a small booth area in the corner. to anyone looking on, you seemed like a normal couple sharing a meal after a long day. it was nice, comforting even, to imagine.

you’re staring down at your plate still, contemplating whether or not you want to order another round. your fingers tap on the table, the surface dented slightly from drunken toasts and sticky with cheap cleaning solution.

you feel a wave of air in front of your face and satoru is looking at you with the same sly grin. he looks so natural like this, warmth radiating from the hand he raised in front of you to get your attention.

“are you sure you don’t want to eat the bones, too? maybe suck on the marrow?”

you take a sip of your drink and roll your eyes at him. “laugh all you want but i’m trying to compensate for a week of surviving off of granola bars and gatorade.”

at the sound of your eating habits, he frowns and you wonder if making that comment was a mistake.

“and why would you do that?”

you shrug a little and play with the bracelet on your wrist, one he gave you only a few birthdays ago. “i wasn’t exactly worried about my eating habits. this semester has been draining me so i’ve been preoccupied and everyone is up my ass about you, if you’ve forgotten.”

“oh, i haven’t forgotten. i guess i just… started drowning it out? maybe we should just try not to care what other people think about our relationship. it’s just college – none of this will even matter in a few years!”

you raise a brow at him.

“that’s rich coming from you,” you say, leaning in closer to the man next to you, “all you’ve cared about for the past few years is how everyone else perceives you! who cares if you’re a virgin? are you supposed to be some type of playboy because you’re pretty?”

he smiles at you and you immediately regret your choice of words. “you think i’m pretty?”

“objectively,“ you interject, “you are objectively pretty.”

“but i’m still pretty–“

“can you be serious for once in your life?”

“not a chance!”

you lean back so that your head is against the booth. “you’re stalling.”

“and you’re letting me.”

you close your eyes (hoping that if you couldn’t see him he’d just disappear) and get even more comfortable in the booth. you two were fairly far away from the rest of the afternoon crowd, the sound of moving plates and chatter filling your mind. you feel at peace sitting in the muffled silence, even though you know that satoru is watching you expectantly. you set up the meeting after all and he’d already said his piece.

you open your eyes and look into satoru’s very blue ones. they’re mesmerizing, a bit frightening if you didn’t know the person behind them.

“so…why’d you ask me? to… take it, i mean. was i just the easiest option?”

for the first time in the years you have known satoru, he looks genuinely taken aback. maybe because you sprung this all on him suddenly. your mood had been a little sour ever since you guys originally met up so this should have been expected.

he opens his mouth to speak but closes it again and you see his internal battle right in front of your eyes.  “you aren’t the easiest option at all.” he murmurs, voice so low you almost missed it.

“what?”

“i didn’t ask you to fuck me because i thought you were easy. i guess i just wanted you.” you can practically see his jaw struggle to move, as if getting the words out were painful. for a man that was usually so confident to feel any type of timidity…

now it’s your turn to be confused. “satoru, what the hell are you talking about?“

“just please, listen. can you do that for me?”

you nod, trying your best to follow directions and let him speak.

with a deep sigh, satoru looks more tired than he did earlier. you miss that warmth already. “i’m not exactly the best when it comes to not fucking up my relationships with people,” he thinks this part over a bit more, “hell if i know what a real relationship is even supposed to be like. what i do know is that it isn’t whatever i’d find with someone else so… i wanted to try it with you. maybe i saw this as an opportunity to eventually get there? i promise i never meant for any of this to happen, but i panicked. then you started avoiding me and i felt awful. i thought that i ruined everything.”

out of all the things he could have said, you weren’t prepared for this.

“i guess i never expected you to not be around. we’re almost always together! and yes, i was being childish and maybe even a little selfish but… i really didn’t mean to hurt you. you have to know that.” he pouts a little as he says this and you try to ignore how soft his lips look.

“are you mad at me?” you ask.

his expression turns sour, eyes dramatically wide. “no! i’m mad at myself. i shouldn’t have put you in this situation. it’s not your responsibility to make me feel better about something i caused. that would be gaslighting… is that the word for it?”

you stifle a laugh but nod. “yeah, that’s the word, toru.”

“look,” he starts, “i’m tired of pretending we’re strangers and walking around campus like a lost puppy. think of this as a sorry and a thank you for dealing with all my bullshit for the past few years.”

you know he’s serious. can see it in the way he looks at you and the way his eyes shimmer with a certain fire. you’re so used to seeing satoru as this goofy man who you managed to tolerate for the sake of your friendship. someone that you occasionally thought of on nights when you were particularly lonely. now all you see is just how appealing he looks with his pouty pink lips and pretty hair tickling his forehead. you wanted to run your hands through it and—

“—pull my head out of my ass or he would.”

you blink. “what?”

“you are really distracted today. when i talked to nanami about everything he said i had to pull my head out of my ass or he would.”

this was not the time for you to be drooling over him, not with so many people around.

satoru places a hand on the bare skin of your arm, squeezing the flesh gently before rubbing his thumb over it in small circles. “anyway, i know that it’s a lot to process at once but i’m really just offering here. do you… want to try being with me?”

you stare at him for a while but realize the heat of his hand is distracting you. your own hand reaches up to move his off of your arm, but he catches it and places it against his cheek firmly. satoru leans into your touch and hesitantly turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. he doesn’t miss the way your pulse quickens when he starts to kiss down your wrist.

“you make a good offer, but i think there’s something i want to add.” you lean in to him to feel his warmth again, so close now that your lips graze his other cheek. you hear his breath quicken but he recovers with a small laugh.

“really now?” you can hear the smile in his voice, softer now.

you hum in response, your hand drifting down from his cheek to his chin, shifting a blue gaze to yours. “do you wanna get out of here, toru?”

and it's here in this tiny booth, fingertips pressed against his smooth skin, that you decide to take the leap.

because if gojo satoru wanted his first time to be special — to be with you of all people — then fuck, it was going to be.

satoru is panicking. you can see it in the way that he fidgets with the contents of the bag, reading the labels carefully to make sure he grabbed the right items. you’re sat on his bed, criss-crossed in front of him and everything he’d dumped on the duvet. condoms, lube, water bottles, a bag of candy. everything you’d need for what was to happen next. 

he’d already spent fifteen minutes on the phone with you at the store asking what kind of condoms you preferred and if a certain lube was better than the other. the attentive, albeit sometimes annoying personality you’d become accustomed to.

you try to ignore the tremble in his hand and the hard swallow he does before he speaks. “so, uhm. i didn’t get water based like you said but i have it in my bathroom if you change your mind.”

you smile at him. “toru, this is fine. perfect actually.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you–“

“you won’t. i’m not the virgin here, you are.”

“still–“

“satoru.” you places your hands on his, rubbing soothing circles on his skin. “please, i need you to relax. i’ll tell you if something feels wrong, don’t stress yourself out.”

he nods before letting out a small laugh at himself. “i don’t know why i’m so nervous.”

you place the items back in the bag, leaving the condoms and lube on the bedside table. “let’s try and loosen you up then, yeah?”

you tug on his hand so that he moves forward. satoru follows you as you guide him to rest against the headboard and you sit patiently between his thighs. “okay, so we should… express some boundaries before we start, yeah?”

satoru nods and tilts his head a little to the side, you can’t help but be reminded of the cat you just met that’s currently resting in the living room. apparently, he named her candy bag. he has no idea where she came from.

“first, i want you to know that we can stop whenever you want–“

“trust me i’m not–“ he interjects.

“if you do, though. we’ll use the stoplight system. red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going. understood?”

gojo nods, not realizing that he’s gripping the sheets with his hands. “yeah, i got it. could you... not call me like daddy or anything like that? at least not yet. i’d like it more if you called me nice things or my name.”

“bold of you to assume it’ll be that good.”

“i’m aiming to please.”

“i’m sure you are. but, nice things?” you tease with a small smirk, “like what?”

he shifts under you and you see a rising blush against his cheeks. “you know, like baby or that name you call me– ‘toru. something like that.”

you nod. “alright, i can do that. for me, uh, don’t push my head down at any point. okay? it sort of freaks me out.”

he gives you a shocked look and you realize that the implication of what you said just hit him. “what?” you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, “i’m going to at least try to make you feel good.”

satoru smiles at you and his grip on the sheets loosens. “i’m not complaining, just surprised. i guess.”

you roll your eyes. “just…” you pause. for a moment, you are lost in his long white lashes and the soft arch of his brow. he is so beautiful. you wish you could hate him for it. “…lean back, idiot.”

you move to straddle satoru’s hips. there’s a warmth where he automatically rests his hands on you, fitting against your hips perfectly. they still shake, ever so slightly. “that feels nice,” you murmur. he fails to hide the way he preens underneath you. you take a mental note of it for the future.

you lean in close, your breaths mingling and chests almost touching. satoru lets out a shaky breath and you gently cup his cheeks. “can i kiss you, ‘toru?” he gives you the smallest of smiles but nods, still a little tense.

first you press a kiss to his blushed cheek and then to the corner of his mouth. “relax, sweetheart… touch me.” and he does, his hands gently trailing up your spine and down to the dip of your back. you kiss him then, soft pecks that soon turn deeper as you lips mold together.

he’s a good kisser, almost too good with the way you forget what you’re both doing. his tongue is warm and experienced, curling against your own. your mind shifts to parties when you were younger but you shove the image down as his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth with a groan. without even realizing it, you’ve started to move against his slowly growing bulge, gasping as you feel a familiar throbbing, aching arousal between your thighs.

his tongue licks your lower lip when you pull away, watching as satoru’s breath begins to hitch, his chest jumping.

he moves his hands lower to cup your ass, hovering before he gets to the swell of it. “go ahead,” you say, “i–i want you to touch me.”

never mind the time spent discussing this, anticipating it. your face still feels unbearably hot. your gaze lowers to his mouth, unable to meet the raw, open desire in satoru’s expression. you’re still not quite used to seeing him this way; your best and longest friend.

with a firm squeeze of his hands, satoru presses you closer and grinds your front against his own. it’s in this moment that you hear him moan for the first time. it’s a low and breathy sound. now you want to pull every noise from him. you want to hear the deep ones from his chest that you would fantasize about on nights when you were alone – fucking yourself on the toy you kept under your bed. you pull away from him and satoru looks dazed.

“i wanna put my mouth on you,” you pant, “can i?”

it takes him a moment to realize what you’re asking and then he’s nodding; looking down at the bulge of his pants. his eyes are hooded as you lift yourself up from his legs and grip onto his sweatpants. “just so you know,” he starts as you tug his pants down, “i’m actually pretty big, so just be careful to not hurt yourself–“ he gasps at the feeling of you palming him over his boxers. a shudder moving down his spine when you start to fondle his balls.

“f–fuck okay that for sure feels different when someone else is doing it.” you can’t help but laugh and he rolls his eyes at you. “stop making fun of me, i’m in a very vulnerable state right now!”

“yeah, i’m sure you are.”

your fingertips graze his waistband and start to pull. even though he has already consented, you glance up at him anyway for approval. when he slowly nods, you finally pull his cock free from its place under his boxers and hold it in your grasp.

you would not give him the satisfaction… but, fuck was he pretty. he wasn’t very thick but he was long. soft pale skin until it reached the thick blushed tip. he had a bit of a curve and twitched every time the cold air drafted into your space.

satoru watches as you take him in and feels something stir in his chest. he liked the way you gawked at him, your mouth hovering just barely an inch away and teasingly puffing warm breaths against his already sensitive length.

you examine him more, wanting to see him squirm for a little while longer. and when you finally lean in, it’s to press your tongue to the underside of his clock and drag it up until you reach the leaking tip. satoru let’s out a strangled gasp, trying his hardest not to buck his hips into you. you take him in your mouth and use a hand to hold his hip, immediately dropping yourself lower until he hits the back of your throat and his trimmed pubic hair tickles your nose. “f–fuck!” he moans, a hand gripping your shoulder. “baby, shit– slow down or i’m gonna cum before we’ve even started.”

you slowly pull yourself up, tongue smoothing around his tip as he lets out another pretty sound. you decide then that you want to hear it again and reach out a hand to grip his base. his grip on your shoulder tightens as you move faster, bobbing your head around him as saliva collects in your mouth. “you can take it,” you say with a mouth full of him, pulling yourself up briefly to speak. “just enjoy it, satoru.”

and enjoy it he does, releasing his grip on you so that he can caress your soft hair. he makes sure not to pull or tangle his fingers in it for fear of hurting you, just gently feeling your pretty strands against his palm. 

“fuck, you’re perfect.” he praises, “i knew you’d be perfect.” when you start to rub your thighs together against the bed, it’s hard for him not to notice.

“i’m a fast learner, you know. y–you can teach me what to do. how to— oh shit —make you feel good. do you want that?”

you respond by squeezing him and satoru jumps, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. he puts his hand on the nape of your neck and rubs the skin as a way of apology. you lift your head and smile at him.

“you taste good,” you murmur, your lips slick with saliva and precum. satoru thinks he might pass away from the sight. you tug on his shirt, and satoru quickly yanks it off with one arm to toss on the floor.

he’s always been thin but it’s only now that you see his toned muscle, the hard contours of his stomach and chest.

following his lead, you reach to tug off your clothes but satoru places his hands over yours. “wait,” he moves them away and grips the hem of your favorite sweatshirt, “i’ve always wanted to take this off you. can i?”

you smile and tilt your head a bit. “always, huh?”

he playfully shoves your shoulder. “shut the hell up. lay back.”

you follow directions, back firmly against the large bed as he pulls your sweatshirt from your head. you aren’t wearing anything underneath and he stares at your breasts in what could only be described as awe. you lift your arms to cover yourself, but satoru is faster. his hands move yours to your sides and he situates himself between your legs. “stay still.” he demands, and you do as you’re told.

he’s deliberate in the way he removes the rest of your clothes, making sure to rub his hands together first so that they don’t feel icy against your skin, pressing kisses against your thighs as he situates himself between your legs. you have half a mind to clamp them shut as he gets unbearably close to where you want him most. “so wet,” he murmurs, glancing up at you in surprise. “i didn’t even touch you.”

you feel heat rising up your neck and face, hoping the darkness concealed the embarrassment on your face. “didn’t have to.”

trying his best (and failing) to hide how pleased he was in himself, satoru reaches over to the bedside table and squirts some of lube on his fingers. he looks up at you for guidance.

“rub them together, warm it up a little,” he nods and you see the slickness seeping in between his long (and recently clipped) fingers.

you show him with your own how to touch you. “use your pointer finger first and then slowly ease into me, okay? take your time but don’t be afraid to tell me if you’re lost.”

satoru’s listens intently, for once not joking as his pointer finger enters your already slick hole with ease. you make sure to relax further and nod as he starts to gently thrust it into you. “good job, baby, you’re doing so well.”

his fingers are so long that you start to feel a bit of sweat on your brow, you want him to touch the most sensitive part of you, to have you shaking and crying on his cock, but you knew that this wasn’t the time yet. patience was key.

he makes sure to ask you if you’re okay as he adds more fingers, your gentle encouragement turning into pleas. when he leans in to gently stimulate your clit with his tongue, you let out a whimper. “am i doing a good job?” he asks, words muffled as his mouth suckles and licks at your sensitive clit.

you whine, the pace of his fingers quickening after what feels like hours of him easing you open. “fuck, you’re doing so good. keep going, ‘toru.”

the inclusion of his mouth on you is almost overwhelming. you’re surprised that he was doing so well considering that he only had porn for reference. you know he’s just being thorough but it’s hard to keep yourself from pushing him down and taking what you want.

satoru can feel you tighten around him. your moans causing his cock to twitch against the sheets. he needs you, craves you. “baby,” he leans up so that you are face to face, “i want to be inside you now. is that okay?”

you nod your head so quickly he laughs at you. “someone’s eager.”

“shut up and just do it already.” you pout, but he kisses it off your face. partially because he wants to taste you again, and also to distract you from the feeling of his fingers pulling out of you.

“can i ask you for something?” he murmurs, gently biting on your bottom lip and pulling it into his mouth.

“hm?” you murmur against his mouth, “what is it?”

“i want you to ride me,” he says, kissing down to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. his kisses become rougher, for sure leaving marks on your skin. “i wanna watch you bouncing on top of me, wanna see you make a mess while i’m buried inside you. you can say no but i think i’ve touched myself to the thought too many times to not ask.”

you feel your heart jump to your stomach. “you… thought about me?”

“i still think about you. i know you think about me, too.”

you decide to not engage, ignoring the sudden desire to confess something to him. “get on your back then.” you say, pushing into his ribs so that he’d roll over to the side. he looks so pretty like this, lips all red and puffy. you position yourself over him and satoru runs his palms up your stomach.

“hold me for a sec,” you instruct, grabbing the box of condoms once he has a steady hold on you. you tear open the packaging and ease it on his extremely hard length. he winces as your hand grips him as it goes down but once it seems to be properly secured, you grab some more lube and squeeze it onto him.

you position yourself on top and line him up against you. for a moment, anxiety flickers in his eyes, but it quickly turns into determination. “what’s your color, ‘toru?” you ask, your hand moving to brush some of the wild hair from his face.

“green. definitely fucking green.”

you feel the grip on your hips as you ease yourself down on his length. he tenses up once he feels the first squeeze of you around him and as you slowly sink down, his grip on you tightens before he forgets how to breathe. “h–holy shit why are you so tight?”

you let your hands rest on his chest as you catch your breath, you realize how thankful you are for the prep from before when you shiver at the feeling of him twitching inside you. “c–can i move?” you whimper, feeling his grip release just a bit.

satoru nods his head and you feel him squeezing the fat of your waist to lift you up and then back down again, sucking him in from the tip and back down to the base. he lets out a guttural moan that you feel shudder in his chest. he looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen before. 

“faster,” he breathes out, “fuck me faster.”

“s-satoru!” you gasp, placing your forehead against his as you lean down. your eyes close and your breath shakes, the air heavy with the air of lust that clings to you both now.

“wrap your arms around me. i want to try something.” your arms loop around his neck and he plants his feet into the mattress, the surface topping ever so slightly.

before you can process the change, satoru begins the process of taking your breath away and filling each thought with him. he thrusts inside of you at a deep, slow pace. each thrust feels like a competition, every moan you give a reward. it isn’t perfect and it takes a moment for him to get a solid rhythm, but once he does you feel yourself relinquish control.

your mouth falls open as you pant into his mouth — a thin layer of sweat sticking your bodies together. you feel a familiar pressure between your legs and try your best to warn him. “satoru i–“ you catch a glimpse of his eyes and can’t help but to bury your face into his shoulder.

“you’re squeezing me so tight. are you gonna, oh fuck–!” you can’t stop yourself from cumming against him, your release pouring out of you and dripping down on his cock as he continues to fuck your tight hole. the mixture of cum and lube is sticky and matting the hair at his finely trimmed base. satoru’s thrusts get sloppy and hurried, his grip on you keeping you from moving away. but you have no intention of running from him.

“t–too t–tight. gonna cum–!”

satoru releases into the condom, his hips jolting with each thick spurt. his pace slows as you whine and whimper against his chest. your fucked out body barely registering the hot, sticky mess between you two. “sorry, i …think i might have scratched you,” you whisper, finger grazing over a red line in his shoulder.

“it’s alright. lay here with me for a sec.” you nod your head weakly, pressing your face into his neck. you decide to talk about things in the morning but that doesn’t stop him using a warm rag to clean you off and giving you one of his shirts to sleep in.

he also forces you to drink a few gulps of water. some of it spills out the sides of your mouth and he makes you laugh when he sticks out his tongue to lick it up. he then makes sure that you take care of your hair before you fall asleep, keeping it protected under a silk bonnet that he somehow managed to pick up at the store, as well. he’s attentive and gentle and so far beyond what you imagined he’d ever be towards you with his usually goofy personality.

that is until you wake up the next morning and see a few messages light up on your phone.

[8:00 am] toru: ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ヽ(°□° )ノ me drowning in your pussy last night lol

[8:10 am] toru: jk plz come help with breakfast i burned the pancakes.

let’s just say that you appreciate the attempt.

over the next few days, you talk a bit more about the state of your relationship. if you wanted to be open about it online or if you wanted to let things fizzle out on their own. eventually, after setting more than a few ground rules, you both agree to be discrete. you'd let everyone else figure it out in their own time.

this doesn't halt satoru's social media presence, though, as the man regularly posts a photo of the new feline addition to his family. he easily gains back his two hundred followers thanks to ‘exploiting his new child’ as you so eloquently put it.

the future looked promising, but there were still things you both had to navigate to make your relationship work. it was going to be hard moving through life as lovers instead of friends but if anyone were to ask you — it was well worth the effort.

note: so if this looks familiar, it is! this is a repost. this is one of my favorite fics i've written so i'm reposting it here on my new blog since my last one was marked as explicit. ty for reading and give me a follow if you want to see more.

also ty to @saintshigaraki for originally inspiring this story.

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

nanami stans...sleep. nothing happens. your husband came back home to you with your favorite cake and flower in his hand. he kissed your cheek when he found you sleeping on the sofa and adjusted in somehow despite his big body. you squirm and feel his warmth and he wraps his arms around you. that's it. that's what happened.

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck General Profile

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, non-con, breaking and entering, slight somnophilia, misogynistic undertones, traditional gender roles, mentions of forced breeding/forced motherhood, murder, violence, lots of descriptions of killing methodologies, slight mentions of self induced wounds, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

WC: 11K

DARLING PROFILE:

Gentle

It takes Illumi a long time to develop feelings for his darling for a multitude of reasons.

Emotional unavailability, high expectations, and disinterest, just to name a few, and while he isn’t actively searching for a partner, there are a few base requirements he knows his future partner must meet.

Strong, intelligent, hard working, everything desirable that he knows both he and his family would approve of.

But once he meets his darling, his interest slightly peaked in them, that list begins changing slightly.

Because while the feelings are slow to solidify, Illumi notices quickly that his darling is so, so painfully averse to being harsh.

They’re not confrontational, treat others with a level of attentiveness and care that initially makes him scoff, and he doesn’t think he’s once seem them ever lose control of themselves and explode.

It’s uncanny, unnatural, as far as Illumi is concerned, and yet it’s fascinating. He slowly grows to admire this trait in his darling, how they can be so unconditionally soft with everything and everyone around them, eventually finding himself more and more attracted to them with every kind deed they do. It makes them weak, easy to manipulate, easy to kill, but Illumi finds it oddly endearing.

He’s always firmly believed that mothers should be nurturing to their children, to help them grow and shape them into the best versions of themselves possible, and while they’re opposite to his mother in many ways, maybe that gentility they possess is a the perfect thing needed.

Once he’s decided that his darling is his future wife, he’s immediately moving to experience this kindness for himself.

He comes back from missions with a little more blood and bruising than was necessary, but the way his darling gasps and quickly grabs the medical kit makes Illumi blink in wide fascination, unsure what drives them to eagerly spring into action but more than ready to feel their soft touch.

(They don’t need to know that Illumi allowed the target to get a few more hits in than necessary, just to keep them fawning over him as long as possible, or that he had to refuse ten different medical personnel in the mansion before making it to their shared ‘bedroom’.)

He likes the juxtaposition between his darling and him, and while it occasionally irritates him that they’re so soft and weak, it’s more endearing than anything else – just don’t be soft with anyone else but him, yes?

Smart

Illumi may be morally misguided, but the man is intelligent. He knows more about the human body than many doctors, and is skilled beyond belief in the art of combat and stealth.

He understands the best ways to go about gathering intel on a target without being traced or caught, and is able to apply that knowledge to set up traps correlating to his employers’ requests.

And this is a trait he’s simply unwilling to compromise when it comes to a partner – they must be able to keep up with him mentally.

They don’t need to have the same kind of intelligence as him, but the ability to critically think and quickly understand is a necessity. Illumi has very little patience for stupidity, and the thought of spending time with someone who doesn’t understand most of what he says is irritating.

And so, once his feelings for his darling begin appearing, Illumi is putting them through a small series of tests to make sure they live up to his expectations. It’s nothing too intense, nothing he wouldn’t be able to do himself.

He’s leaving extra clues that he’s been in his darling’s apartment – clumsy signs that he’d never normally leave, in the hopes that they’ll realize they’ve had an unwanted guest.

Cabinets are left ajar, their bed slightly unmade, though the thing that really clues them in is the presence of long, dark locks of hair around their apartment that they know aren’t theirs.

They’d never leave hair on the kitchen table; they’d see it and remove it, mildly disgusted. And yet, here three locks lay, making them a bit paranoid as they call the police.

Illumi intercepts the call, making sure it never rings through, but he’s still proud of his darling, satisfaction pooling in his chest because he just knew they’d pick up on it.

He likes knowing his darling is competent, and that their future children will be so too – the next Zoldyck heirs can’t be clueless, after all.

Generous

In general, Illumi isn’t particularly selfish with those he holds dear.

With the exception of Killua, Illumi has always willingly done as he’s been told.

He’s never demanded much from his parents, never insisting on material goods. He’s never felt cheated out of anything, either – his parents have molded him into the perfect assassin, and he couldn’t be more grateful for the rigor and training he received as a child.

And yet, once his darling enters his life, Illumi finds himself feeling strangely overwhelmed. They always seem to be giving things away – their time, bits of food they’ve cooked, their love, other things material and not alike.

It confuses Illumi; it makes him wonder why they’re wasting their resources on people they don’t know well, on those who likely wouldn’t reciprocate.

It’s a mystery, and frankly he finds his darling to be foolish for it – until one day it’s focused at him.

Illumi can’t comprehend why his darling is willingly giving away a bit of their time when they encounters him – in another body – disguised as a homeless man begging for change.

There’s a pitied look in their eye as they hand him the bills – two dollars, just what they had in change and could afford to give away – and tells him there’s a gas station nearby with cheap snacks he can eat.

Illumi just stares at them, not understanding why they’re helping, and soon he’s asking just that.

They startle and awkwardly laugh, telling him it’s because they don’t like seeing others in need, and they were only planning on spending that money to buy junk foods for themselves, anyways.

Illumi blinks, but his darling is soon speed walking away, the interaction feeling strange and uncomfortable.

Illumi still doesn’t understand, but it becomes another one of the facets of his darling that he simply learns to enjoy.

He yearns to understand what compels them to put others before themselves (something that yet again irritates him a bit), but he finds that the more he interacts with them, the more he enjoys being the recipient of it.

He’s finally receiving a bit of love and support that isn’t forced from his parents, and he quickly grows addicted.

Enjoys children 

The reality of the situation is that as Illumi’s darling, they will be forced to interact with children whether they want to or not.

Namely, their own.

Having a family with him is not optional, and Illumi will never present it as such – once he decides his darling is to be his partner, they automatically become his future wife, the future mother of his children.

He cannot be swayed, regardless of what his darling wants.

However, while it’s still possible for him to grow obsessed with a darling who isn’t especially fond of kids, it’s much more likely that he grows attracted to the ease with which they’re able to communicate with them.

He likes the way they get so happy when a child walks up to them, how they’re immediately squatting down and smiling, playing hide and seek with their own face as the child giggles and beams.

He never knew that sort of innocent and sweet interaction when he himself was a child, but he doesn’t view it as a bad thing if his darling is able to make a child happy.

It’ll only benefit them as parents – it’ll help strengthen the bond, and make their children more malleable and receptive to their guidance.

Besides, there’s something about seeing his darling next to a baby that makes his skin feel hot, eyes blowing wide and his trousers tightening.

The image just looks so right, so natural and perfect that Illumi has to hold himself back from bending them over and fucking them right then and there.

Talent with children is an incredibly attractive trait for Illumi, and likely it's the final nail in the coffin that seals his obsession with his darling – one giggling toddler is all that’s needed to seal their fate.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Stalker

More than anything, stalking you is the only method of ‘interaction’ with you that Illumi feels truly comfortable with.

He knows how to stay invisible; tracking others is easy, as is staying in the shadows and keeping that wide, unnaturally glassy stare on them. He’s used to watching but not being seen, and it’s only natural to extend this towards you. It feels right to be watching you, like he’s where he’s meant to be, and for the beginning of his obsession he spends every free moment stalking you, hiding in corners or shadows and just staring.

 (And really, this behavior lasts all throughout his infatuation, even when he’s got you trapped in the Zoldyck manor, even when you’re nursing his baby, even when you’ve both grown old and death approaches – it’s just that in the beginning, you’re not aware of the black eyes that follow your every move. And that’s a luxury that gets taken all too soon, as you find yourself longing for ignorance of Illumi in every possible way.)

Not to mention, there is no part of him that feels any guilt for it – he’s a cold-blooded assassin, of course, but at no point does it occur to him that it may be strange to be following you, or that you wouldn’t appreciate him watching over you (and watching you, generally).

He doesn’t understand that he shouldn’t approach you like he approaches a target – of course, you won’t be on the receiving end of his needles (at least, not with death his ultimate goal – perhaps something less lethal, like love or submission or lust), but otherwise his intentions are the same.

(Well, mostly – not really, actually, because Illumi doesn’t feel this strange, pleasant warmth in his chest when he’s watching his targets, nor does he feel particularly intrigued when he’s staring at them as they sleep, watching their chest rise and fall and the relaxed, utterly content expression on their face.)

The process of stalking you is remarkably similar to his jobs – first, he’ll choose a place within your home that gives him a good, solid vantage point with minimal risk that he’ll be noticed.

(Though, it’s not exactly hard to hide when you’re so damn oblivious – Illumi swears you have little to no awareness of your surroundings, if the way you sometimes knock into tables or trip over shoes in your doorway is anything to go by.)

His stand-by places are usually in a rarely used storage closet with the door cracked open, just wide enough for his dark eyes to peer through, or perhaps behind a chair you rarely use, crouched and peeking behind the cloth, and when you sit down in said chair, it gives Illumi the opportunity to stand up slightly, towering over you and getting a perfect view of your pretty body and smelling your hair.

But if it’s nighttime and you’re already snuggled up in your bed, eyes glued to your phone screen as you scroll and scroll and neglect your sleep, he'll stand silently and deathly still in the corner.

He’s able to stay perfectly still and maintain the same position for hours at a time, hardly blinking, hardly moving, hardly even breathing, it seems.

And he’s utilizing this skill set to its full potential when it comes to you – Illumi is greedy, and while this doesn’t initially get channeled into being overly possessive of you (though that certainly comes later), it instead translates into this insatiable need to constantly have his eyes on you and to be in your presence every moment he isn’t needed on a job.

There are no boundaries with him, because Illumi genuinely doesn’t see the need to have them. You’re already destined to spend your lives together, so why shouldn’t he start the process of learning more about you?

Autonomy doesn’t really exist with him – he could be considered clingy if his view of your lives being so irreversibly intertwined wasn’t as clinical and matter of fact.

And so Illumi doesn’t operate barred by any sort of moral guidelines – so when he’s using his needles to morph into another face so that he can practice the lines and compliments he’s been told by his mother that will make you swoon, it doesn’t register to him that it might be creepy that he’s practicing wooing you in another body.

(The man is disturbing, and you’re uncomfortable with the way this stranger doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you want him to leave you alone; why is he standing so close to you? Why is he staring at you like that? Why is he following you?)

It doesn’t register to him that it’s a breach of trust to be pretending to be someone you love and trust, just to extract more information about you.

(Your cousin is acting strangely when they speak to you – their words are clipped and sound just slightly off, and you’re sure they already know what your dreams for the future are. You’ve talked about this with them before, so why are they questioning you on what your ideal house looks like, your ideal partner, your favorite baby names?)

He spends a lot of time observing you, collecting information on you in every way he can, and this doesn’t stop once you’re trapped by his side and with the rest of his crazy, horrible family – it’s a habit, more than anything, but it’s so much worse when you’re aware, when you can see and feel his dark eyes boring into you, making you squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

Of course, talking to him about it won’t do a single thing – only earning you a slight head tilt and a question of does it bother you when I watch you? I apologize, I only meant to keep an eye on you, my dear.

He genuinely doesn’t understand that stalking you and keeping a tab on you at all times is something that you very much don’t appreciate, but you’ll quickly come to learn that with Illumi, there’s only so much you can change – so much being quite literally nothing.

Controlling

This particular manifestation of his obsession with you is a culmination of many different things.

Firstly, it’s simply his personality – when he loves, he possesses, this ugly, carnal feeling stirring in his gut that pushes him to be in control, to guide and oversee every little thing the target of his love does. He’s always felt this way with Killua – he loves his brother immensely, but that love translates as being controlling and always keeping a finger on what Killua does, says, and feels.

Secondly, it’s the intense pressure coming from his family. Kikyo expects your total obedience both to her and her son, and while Illumi can sometimes stand up to his mother on matters where your safety and wellbeing are concerned, he can’t deny her expectations of you being absolutely subservient to him, bending to his every whim and allowing him to dictate every aspect of your life.

And finally, it’s his own paranoia that pushes him to micromanage you in every way possible. He’s never had someone to call his before – he’s unselfish in nature, dedicating himself to his family in every possible way, and now that he’s been given a woman to call his own, to spoil and love and keep by his side, he’s not entirely sure how to react.

Your presence soothes him in a way he’s never experienced before; you’re so soft and caring and warm, all things he’s never had. His life has been hardships and tough love, training and never being good enough, and now that you’re in the picture, Illumi isn’t entirely sure how to handle himself.

He doesn’t doubt himself, per se, but he’s unsure how to successfully navigate a marriage. Would you like it if he was more physical with you? Perhaps you’d like more hugs or for him to hold your hand or kiss you more often – that’s what all the popular media resources he’s looked into have told him.

Or maybe you’d prefer a more quiet, subtle kind of love, where you both support one another with meaningful looks and the occasional touch, whispered words that carry more weight than they seem.

He’s not sure, despite all the stalking and information retrieving he’s preformed in your name, and that makes him nervous. He doesn’t like that he can’t anticipate what you’ll want or how to make you happy – it makes him feel less-than, as if he’s not quite the perfect match that his mother and father have always said his wife will be.

He doesn’t like not being sure of himself, and so this worry manifests itself as becoming firmer in his treatment of you, locking down on the few things he’s absolutely sure of.

It comes off as controlling, sure, but Illumi doesn’t mean to be when he’s telling you what to wear, rifling through the closet he procured for you and pulling out a dress he thinks suits your complexion – you may hate it, but he likes it, so you’ll wear it.

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s clicking his tongue lightly and telling you to keep your posture straight, dear every time you sit down, even if your shoulders are only barely, slightly slumped.

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s standing over the bathtub and watching you wash yourself, telling you to use more soap, darling, don’t you want to be clean?

(Nevermind his dark eyes blinking slowly and getting stuck on the soapy outline of your breasts under the warm water – surely you’re just imagining that, along with the tent forming in his trousers.)

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s roughly grabbing your hand and forcing you behind him when you’re walking through the hallways of the manor, his gaze narrowing at the butler standing at attention, paranoia eating away at him because he could have sworn the man was staring at you as you entered the room, and he can’t have that. Even as an employee of the family, no one but Illumi can look at you with any degree of desire – you are his, and if it means cleaning up a body and finding a new butler to replace him, Illumi will do what is needed to keep you his.

IIlumi is quite frankly totally unaware of his controlling behavior – he doesn’t realize anything is wrong because in his eyes nothing is wrong. This is love – it’s how his father always treated his mother when he was young, his eyes cold and his heart even colder, his words cutting her down and remolding her into a woman more fitting of being the matriarch of the Zoldycks.

And while he doesn’t want to break you down or remake you, he’s following his father’s example in making sure that you’re entirely accounted for. You’re his responsibility, and while he doesn’t view you as merely a pet, you’ll often feel like a glorified dog with the way he controls your life down to every second, always telling you that it’s time to go eat, or time to sleep, or time to shower, or time to kiss him and let him undress you.

He's pushy without even meaning to be, but if you bring this behavior up to him, he’ll be surprised. Genuinely – his brows will quirk up ever so slightly, his already wide eyes getting a hair wider because really? I had no idea, my dear. Thank you for bringing this to my attention; I will reduce the frequency on my instructions towards you.

But he doesn’t, even if he promises he will.

And it’s not entirely his fault – he thinks he is, even going so far as to be expectant of your praise when he holds himself back from telling you to use the other fork when he’s dining with you privately. Surely you must be proud of him – he’s doing as you asked, being a good husband and fulfilling your desires and wishes.

So why aren’t you praising him?

Why aren’t you mentioning anything about how generous he’s being, how considerate he is?

You’ve blatantly disregarded his attempts at trying to be less ‘controlling’, as you claim, and Illumi takes this as a sign to only double down and become more omnipresent, because obviously you haven’t quite learned how to be a kind, grateful, adoring wife.

You haven’t quite yet learned the lessons he’s been trying to teach you – so you need more guidance. You need more advice, a firmer hand to push you towards becoming the best, most noble version of yourself, and lucky, lucky you has a loving, oh so eager husband right there willing to step into that role.

He’s domineering and in control of every aspect of your life, but there’s almost a small sense of relief that you’ll eventually feel. Because really, while it makes you feel weak and pathetic and pitiful to have him controlling how long you brush your teeth every morning and night, isn’t there something kind of nice about relinquishing your responsibilities? Isn’t there something oddly nice about not having to make your own decisions, to let Illumi take care of everything, to not have to worry about anything ever again?

It's the Stockholm Syndrome talking, and you may even know it – but it doesn’t matter, because the longer you spend under Illumi’s thumb, the less you’ll find yourself caring about things like choice and autonomy and preference. All that matter is what he wants, what he thinks is best – because really, doesn’t he know best?

Isn’t he superior to you in every possible way?

Protective

Illumi has a very, very good understanding of the human body.

He has to – his job depends on it, after all, and Illumi is nothing if not dedicated to his work. He knows every muscle, vein, and bone, their purpose and exactly what it would mean if it was removed.

He knows what organs must stay in tact for survival, how much blood a person can lose and stay conscious, how cold temperature can drop before hypothermia begins, even how long a person can survive without sleeping.

And it’s this wide breadth of knowledge that leads Illumi to know just how pathetically weak you are.

There are so many possible ways to hurt you – everything from a gunshot to a paper cut could potentially end your tragically fragile life, and the longer Illumi watches you, the more uncomfortable this knowledge becomes.

It’s not that you’re objectively incapable of defending yourself – perhaps you know some basic self-defense, or perhaps your survival instincts are sharp enough to keep you away from dangerous situations. No – it’s more that Illumi knows what other people are capable of, what nen is capable of, and he knows that you’d simply be no match if someone were to attack you.

And so, this puts him into a rather uncomfortable spot; at the beginning of his obsession with you, when his feels were still freshly formed and underdeveloped, he felt no sense of protectiveness over you. You’re an adult, you can care for yourself – you’ve survived this long, haven’t you?

But then he starts noticing how wide your smile can get, or how soft your hand is when you’re sleeping, or how pretty your voice sounds when you’re singing in your kitchen and making yourself dinner.

He starts noticing that you’ve been biting your lip, the skin a little puffy and swollen and stinging a bit. Did you know that your lip could get infected, and if you don’t get to a doctor fast enough, that infection could cost you your life?

He starts noticing that the skin of your hands is a little dry, and you keep getting hangnails. Did you know that dry skin can be a sign of serious nutrition deficiencies, and if you don’t enough potassium you could end up in the hospital and slowly waste away until you eventually can no longer hold on?

He starts noticing that sometimes your voice gets a little hoarse after you try to sing a particularly high note, your voice cracking and a series of coughs racking your body. Did you know that if you cough too hard, you can actually strain your lungs and affect their ability to take in oxygen, potentially suffocating you?

Time passing brings him to the realization that the idea of you dying makes him frown, something unpleasant brewing in his chest that he guesses is sadness. He doesn’t like the idea of you passing away – he wants you alive, and if you were to die, he wouldn’t be able to watch you anymore, to feel that warm, addicting feeling in his heart you give him. If you were to suddenly keel over and die, he’d be left all alone – like normal, yes, but now that he knows what it's like to have someone, to want someone, Illumi doesn’t think he could return to his old existence.

And so, the solution is simple: keep you alive.

Except, it’s much harder to keep someone living and breathing than it is to simply kill them, and quickly Illumi is realizing just how tall an order this is. Because really, there’s just so much that could potentially injure you, that could potentially lead to your life being in danger.

You’re just so damn clumsy – he’s watched you trip over air, and if you’re that naturally unaware of your surroundings, who’s to say you wouldn’t be susceptible to even the most minor injuries? How can he be sure that you’ll manage to evade even the most innocent of accidents?

You won’t. He’s sure of it.

And so, he’s growing slightly paranoid because every new object you encounter is immediately a threat to him, five different ways that object could endanger you immediately flashing through his mind.

A pair of car keys? They’re dull and blunt, sure, but if they were thrust into your chest just right they could rupture something, cause you to bleed out, give you tetanus or metal poisoning.

A book you’re obsessing over? You could get a papercut, a slice across your pretty skin, and Kalluto has proven that paper can be incredibly deadly.

Your damn cell phone? Well, the screen is horrible for your eyes, your information could be sold and land in the hands of someone nefarious, and he knows you look at it while you’re walking on busy streets.

There’s just so many avenues for you to get hurt, and Illumi works himself to the bone to prevent any of them from successfully causing you harm. And he’s effective, too – you’ll find your knives have suddenly disappeared, your razors too, even any sort of pill you have that’s stronger than Ibuprofen.

All your outlets have suddenly stopped working, your ovens too, even your dishwasher.

Your shower doesn’t seem to be able to get as hot as it used to, and you don’t remember your pillows being as fluffy or numerous as they currently are.

You’ll know something is wrong, your anxiety shooting through the roof because someone must be robbing you, setting foot into your home and stealing all your things.

The reality is much more sinister, much more terrifying, and as soon as you wake up in Illumi’s hold, you’ll realize that your situation is much, much worse than you’d imagined.

He’s going to every length to keep you safe and sound from potential harm, even if it leaves you feeling pitiful and beyond ashamed, the babyproofed bathroom he lets you use making you ill when you see the way there’s locks on the cabinets to prevent you from rooting around for anything that could cause irreparable damage.

It’ll make you feel incompetent, embarrassed even when Illumi tries to comfort you by saying that he doesn’t think you’re incapable, just not entirely trustworthy, my dear. There’s a difference.

(His voice is always just slightly condescending when he talks to you, and this is surely no exception – it’ll make you feel worse, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.)

Because really, all that matters to Illumi is making sure that you stay alive – he’s selfish, wanting to keep you solely to himself, and even if that means making sure you go nowhere unaccompanied, to nothing without his help, make no decisions by yourself, he doesn’t mind.

He’s doing it for you, for your shared love, for the good of your relationship.

And if you don’t seem to understand that for now, he’s sure someday you will. Someday you’ll realize the extent to which Illumi cares for you – why else would he do so very much for you, his devotion to you spanning long before he finally got to sink his claws (and cock) into you?

So really, shouldn’t you be grateful?

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

Jealousy is very much not something Illumi has ever really had to deal with.

His whole life has been training, killing, devotion to his family and the Zoldyck name, and as an assassin he’s never really been envious of anyone, or really had strong enough feelings about anything to want something.

It’s a concept he understands in theory but begins questioning it when it comes to the way it makes people crazy, the way people act so strangely in circumstances where envy and jealousy are concerned. It seems entirely stupid, something that only serves to derail situations.

And yet, once a strange nagging feeling begins at the edges of his mind, Illumi finds himself wondering if this is the famous jealousy he’s always heard of.

It doesn’t feel good – it’s like there’s something pulling at his heart, a hand wrapped around it and squeezing every so often, the feeling almost painful and certainly irritating.

But the more he’s around you, the more it persists – almost seeming to grow by the day, even if you’re fully alone, in your apartment reading a book or scrolling through your phone. Illumi very suddenly understands why jealousy is known as something so horrible, something that eats you up inside and won’t leave you alone – that is, Illumi quickly begins noticing that he isn’t the only man vying for your attention and love.

Because he’s constantly watching you, following you and making sure that he knows everything there is to know about your life and relationships with others, he doesn’t miss the situations where you interact with another man, where you smile and laugh and even compliment other men, all right in front of him.

(Illumi tends to conveniently disregard the fact that you aren’t able to sense him, that you aren’t aware that you have a dangerous, murderous stalker trailing your every move.)

It’s irritating, frustrating, distracting enough to be seriously affecting his work – he’ll have a fleeting thought of the way you’d smiled at that other man a week ago as he goes for the final stab into the target’s chest, but the slight snarl he lets out has him missing just slightly, instead nicking the target in the shoulder and giving them an opportunity to scramble away.

Illumi’s irritation only increases at that, and soon there’s blood splattered along the floor as he breaths deeply, the red staining his clothing standing out bright.

He really tried to ignore it at first, but once it began affecting him even when he’s not in your presence, Illumi knew he had to solve the problem. And after a quick, rather detached conversation with his father about it, Illumi was quickly enlightened that he was in fact jealous, his father having laughed lightly and patting him on the arm, telling him that it’s natural to feel that way about your wife, Illumi. Your duty is as an assassin, but as a member of this family. If the woman you’ve chosen to bear your heir is giving you such feelings, I see no harm in acting upon them. It will serve you well to focus more on your work, as well.

And so Illumi embraces this newfound permission to foster this emotion - it’s odd, the way what he’s fairly confident is anger coils around his heart, making his fists clench slightly, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you talk and laugh with that man. That man, who probably doesn’t even know how to use nen, who probably doesn’t even understand how perfect of a wife you could be, how good of a mother and perfect addition to his family you’d be.

It’s strange, and while Illumi doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he can’t deny the odd sense of finality that comes with killing without being paid to, the strange sensation of enjoying ending a life. He finds himself smiling after plunging his nails into a man’s jugular, but Illumi isn’t too horribly bothered.

It’s new and strange, but so is everything else you make Illumi experience, after all. Why should this be any different?

As he trails behind you in the shadows, his dark eyes train in on your figure as you bite your lip and look over the selection of fruit displayed out on the cart of the farmer’s market.

Illumi stays perfectly still, completely focused on watching you. You’re wearing a pair of jeans today, pants that hug your figure a little too tightly for his tastes, along with a sweatshirt that does quite the opposite – hiding your upper body, which Illumi only finds slightly more agreeable.

(In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to have a talk with you about proper dress for a woman such as yourself – a woman who’s to become part of a powerful, wealthy family, and as such must represent them - and her husband - with her head held high and confidence oozing from her. He’s sure a nice skirt and blouse will do the trick – silky or satin, shimmery and soft like you. Or, perhaps, a dress – maybe a floral pattern or a deep magenta. Of course, you’ll eventually be wearing purple, the Zoldyck family color, but he knows women enjoy fashion, and he's interested to see what you’d pick.)

As he thinks through what he’ll say to you, already planning out how the conversation will go, he notices a man with shaggy brown hair and honey brown eyes take a deep breath and walk beside you, standing next to you and looking over the selection of apples, pears, oranges and various other fruits.

Illumi’s expression makes no change as the brunette says something about how there’s always too many options at markets like these, types of fruit that he’s never heard of making it difficult to choose, to which you laugh and full heartedly agree.

The assassin makes no move, but as he watches and listens with distaste lodged in the back of his throat, you continue on the conversation, asking the man’s advice on which type of apple you should get.

It’s a short interaction, in all honesty - maybe a minute maximum, but Illumi is still watching with a heavy, piercing gaze, feeling the same odd, sickly feeling rise up from his chest.

He’s already decided that if the man moves to lay even a finger on you he’ll emerge from the shadows, swiftly and triumphantly piercing his chest with his entire hand.

Maybe that’ll get him to stop talking.

But the man doesn’t, and so Illumi begrudgingly lets the conversation run its course. You eventually say goodbye to the man and ask him if he’d like to meet up at the same booth in a week to compare the types of fruit.

Immediately Illumi’s fist clenches, his nails sharpening and digging into his palms, drops of blood littering the pavement below him as his eyes never stray, keeping trained on you as you walk in the opposite direction of the man, who is now blushing and smiling like a fool.

Disgusting, Illumi thinks as he follows the man.

The world won’t miss him, is all he’s thinking as he pulls a pin and flicks his wrist, the needle sinking into his neck. He watches with a dull gaze as the fast acting poison renders the man immobile, falling to his knees as his chest slows its breaths, eventually no longer moving.

You most certainly won’t, he thinks as he picks up the body, unsheathing the needle after life has left the body, finding a nearby trash bin to stuff the man into.

It isn’t the most efficient method of dealing with a body, but Illumi can’t be bothered – after all, in the some thirty seconds it’s taken him to deal with the man who thought he had a chance with what Illumi has already claimed as his, you’ve managed to make it a bit further from him, wandering through the maze of stalls with the bag full of produce in your hands.

He’s immediately falling into step behind you, the flexing of his fingers doing nothing to distract him as he brings back his stare, internally sighing as he sees another man – this time blond – look over at you and not so subtly rake his eyes up and down your body.

Illumi’s brow twitches – he only brought twenty needles this morning, and you’ve only been at the market for some fifteen minutes. Already he only has three left, and with a small sigh he reminds himself to bring more tomorrow, as he’ll surely use them.

And really, while Illumi doesn’t enjoy that other men are looking at you, being deluded enough to believe that they have a chance with you, he needs to make sure that there are no complications with your union, that there will be no problems to take care of when he eventually whirls you away to his home, where you’ll be his lovely wife that provides him with children and a warmth he can’t explain.

There’s a certain thrill that comes with letting himself feel, with not pushing down the emotion as his father said – a certain thrill that he can only feel where you’re concerned.

After all, you’re just that special.

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

From the moment Illumi decides that you’re a good match for him, it becomes a known fact (at least, among his family) that you would eventually be living alongside him in the Zoldyck manor.

You don’t have a choice, really – all of his family lives together on the mountain, and you will be no exception, despite your temporary status as an honorary member.

(This status is temporary if only because now you aren’t an official Zoldyck, but the moment you become pregnant with his child, this status changes – you’re a real Zoldyck then, because inside you grows the family’s next assassin, a product of Illumi’s devotion to you and proof of your resolve to commit yourself to the Zoldycks. It’s all terribly romantic to Illumi, even if it makes you want to hurl, and he’ll have no qualms telling you this information – he’ll even frame it as if it’s some sort of incentive to get you eagerly spreading your legs for him. He treats it like you want to be accepted into the family – like it’s your deepest desire, and no amount of arguing or pleading with him will convince him otherwise.)

You will be sharing a bed with him, living under the same roof and spending all your time beside him when he’s not away for a job, whether you like it or not, and Illumi has known this from the very beginning. You’ll be curled up in his arms, his skin cold and slightly clammy as he holds you, his grip much too tight and stiff even as he sleeps – you can hardly move, every breath you take feeling constricted and controlled, as if Illumi is doing you a favor by allowing you just a bit of space to breathe.

It takes him a while to fully develop and understand what his feelings mean, but once he does he isn’t holding back in any form - his family was, for lack of a better word, floored the night that their eldest son casually mentioned having selected his future wife. Kikyo was immediately pressing him for details, wanting to know every fact and scrap of information about her future daughter in law, which Illumi was happy to provide.

He immediately spouted off your name, age, basic personality, physical features, hobbies, interests, important life events, past and current jobs, relationships with your parents, friends, partners, anything and everything he can think of, Kikyo listening all the while with a scowl on her face. She’s confused on why her precious son has chosen you, considering you weren’t a skilled nen user, a fighter or even someone of great importance.

She’s not completely convinced of her son’s choice, but there’s a strange determination to Illumi’s normally lifeless eyes that she can see that makes her back off a bit, leaving her with an odd sense of finality in his words, confidence in his decision that makes it hard to argue.

(Besides, everyone knows Killua is the true heir of the family – as long as Illumi produces members to join the Zoldyck ranks, it’s not so important who chooses to wed. As long as they’re suitable for conception, she’ll begrudgingly accept – perhaps not with enthusiasm, but she’ll relent nonetheless.)

Silva is listening as well, though not as intensely as his wife, and after Illumi finishes his some twenty minute recall of your information, he merely takes a sip of his drink and nods, telling his son to treat her with care, she sounds weak in comparison to you.

Milluki is rolling his eyes, wondering why his brother decided on someone so normal, though he doesn’t dare say anything. Internally, though, he’s already imagining what you look like, his mental picture of you built upon Illumi’s descriptions, but with just a bit more detail – things his brother hadn’t mentioned, like the size of your chest or if you’re clumsy or if your voice is high and feminine and whiny.

Kalluto only nods, wondering what you’ll be like in person if you’ve managed to catch his older brother’s eye.

His mother is still disappointed in his choice, but wastes no time helping Illumi prepare for your eventual arrival, helping him create a regiment for how to integrate you into the family, how to work with your needs, considering your status as a mere commoner.

And while Illumi lets his mother plan and schedule and bustle about, he’s merely thinking of how he should take you away, tuning out his mother’s shrill words as she yells and commands butlers, telling them to prepare and clean and do everything so that Illumi’s new wife will be received well.

In all reality, Illumi – while very much concerned with his family’s acceptance of you, considering the tightness and loyalty instilled into him – isn’t especially concerned about the plans his mother is running wild preparing. He knows that with enough time and training, you’ll eventually fit right into the mold his mother wants you to, or at least as far into it as Illumi is allowing.

Because really, while he agrees that you need to be toughened up at least a little bit in order to survive in the mansion and be strong enough to bear his children, he doesn’t want your core personality to change – he fell in love with you for a reason, and while you must be trained a bit to survive as a Zoldyck, he doesn’t want you to become a stranger.

And so instead of listening to his mother’s plans, he’s slipping out under the cover of nightfall and climbing through the familiar window of your bedroom, your sleeping form laying so still and peaceful, like you’re just waiting for him to come steal you away.

A pin (as much as he hates piercing your skin with the needle, it must be done) is applied to your shoulder and your sleep is suddenly much heavier, your body visibly going limp, your breaths getting longer and deeper, and for a moment he worries that he’s infused too much nen into the needle, that your breathing will just keep slowing until it eventually stops.

His grip against his spare needles tightens at the thought, the force so strong that it snaps the metal in half, the sound knocking him from his thoughts as he blinks down at you, a small sense of relief filling him because your chest is still steadily rising and falling.

Illumi carries you in his arms back to the manor, not minding the weight of your body holding him down.

And just as he passes through the gates, he feels what he thinks might be excitement brewing in his chest.

Life with Illumi will be, in all honesty, hell.

It’s not so much that he enjoys making you miserable or seeing you uncomfortable, but rather that he’s grown up with such intense expectations, such strict regimes and schedules that he upholds you to similar standards.

Of course, you won’t be going through training to become an assassin while you’re with him – no practice with combat or anything so violent, if only because Illumi’s worry over your safety prohibits him from allowing you anywhere near a knife or a fist cocked and ready to be swung.

(Not to mention the fact that he plans on you going absolutely nowhere without him, and as such there’s no reason for you to learn how to defend yourself. You don’t need to build up immunity to poison, how to most effectively snap a neck, or to learn any number of the cruel things that he thinks are much too unwomanly for someone like you.)

No, the schedule and timetables he puts you on are much more general, humiliating, dehumanizing – being told when you can and can’t use the restroom is something you’ll quickly come to realize takes away even the barest scrap of dignity and independence you have left under Illumi’s control.

He dictates what time you wake up, what you eat for each meal of the day, and your activities between meals - comprised mostly of more feminine things, as his mother advised you learn, like sewing and mending, floral arrangement, proper dining etiquette, and of course, lessons on how to properly raise children, taught by Kikyo herself.

(From the get go, it will be extremely apparent to you that the entirety of the Zoldyck family – Illumi included – expect offspring, assuming with little thought that you’ll be bearing the eldest son’s children in what Silva has expressed as sooner than you think with a small nod and poignant stare. Shivers had run down your spine at the way Illumi’s gaze on you seemed to only grow in intensity at his father’s comment, his cold fingers pressing against the small of your back in a way that made your skin crawl. Besides, the built in conception time, as Illumi so lovingly puts it, makes it more than obvious that he’s fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant.)

It’s demeaning, the way you’re treated like some toddler, some incompetent idiot with the way Kikyo flutters around you, her shrill voice echoing through the corridors as you cower and obey.

It isn’t that you want to be obedient to a family you’ve come to realize is beyond fucked up, but you’ve also seen Illumi at work. He’s come home to you covered in blood, giving you a small smile as he awkwardly leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, his dark eyes staying open the whole time.

You don’t particularly want to be the submissive, obedient future mother of Illumi’s children like everyone in the manor is expecting you to be (with the exception of Killua, whom Illumi desperately wants you to get along with, and he may honestly be the only ray of light within this dark, musty home – at least he somewhat understands how fucked up the situation is, though he’s told you many times that there’s nothing he can do to help you).

But the constant threat of the fact that anyone in the house could kill you with a simple flick of the wrist is not lost on you, and while Illumi genuinely terrifies you for much of the first few months of your captivity, you quickly learn to obey his every word, to live to please him.

He’s really the only ally you have – he’s more forgiving, easier to try and wiggle your way out of a less severe punishment with, especially as you learn to predict his wishes.

He wants you to wear a certain kimono that he thinks looks beautiful on you? You hate the pattern on it and the way the style makes your figure look, but you scramble to slide into the fabric, trying to ignore his ever present stare boring into your naked body.

He wants you to come play with his hair, because he’s been told by his father that it feels nice and he’s seen couples do it? immediately you’re clambering to sit on the chair behind his seated position on the floor, running your fingers through his dark locks while he sits stick straight, silence enveloping the two of you.

He wants you to lay beside him while he rests, recovering his energy from a recent mission? You’re already slipping underneath the sheets, clearing a space for him and letting him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him.

(He’s so stiff even when he ‘cuddles’ you – his skin is so cold, his back straight, his grip on you tight enough to make you squirm, and the hot breath against your neck when he tells you that he’s missed you, my dear, my day is less bright without your presence will make you wince.)

Some of his wishes are, admittedly, much more difficult to obey than others, however – when he tells you to lay back and spread your legs while he’s shimmying off his pants, it’s difficult to not fight, to not cry and scream as he pushes into you, his eyebrows twitching together and his pale fists clenching by your head as he slowly begins humping into you.

He isn’t necessarily bad to you per se, though quickly his family picks up on his cluelessness on how to truly treat a spouse, and so after a few comments from Silva about how to properly woo you (maybe she will be less unruly, and you may have more luck producing children this way as well) he actually does take his advice and try to make at least some attempt at romancing you.

He’s telling you robotically delivered compliments, buying you bouquets of roses, even rewarding your good behavior with small knick knacks from your old apartment and life – but it’s not enough; the fear of him is still far greater than the almost charming awkwardness he exudes in moments of intimacy and tenderness will ever be.

You’ll essentially become a submissive, sweet little housewife under Illumi’s care, and even if you hate it, even if you try with everything you have to not be subjected to the future of bearing his children, holding the famous last name of Zoldyck, and being completely subservient to the man who kidnapped you and forcefully began a ‘relationship’ with you, Illumi and the rest of his family have ways of making sure you stay in line.

And before long, you’ll grow to accept your place, to realize that there is absolutely nothing you can do.

PUNISHMENTS:

In all honesty, Illumi rarely gets actually mad at you – he’s much more frequently disappointed when you don’t behave correctly, when you fight him or make some weak attempt at escaping.

He doesn’t get mad, but there is this small sense of pity that he feels when he watches you cry and beg him to not come any closer, to please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened! Please, I don’t want to be with you or your sick family!

It hurts, if he’s being honest, but he knows that in order to train you, to mold you into the perfect spouse and future mother of his children, he needs to be patient.

Dogs can’t be expected to follow commands from the very beginning, right?

And so, when he kneels down to where you’re curled up in the corner of your shared room, his dark hair hanging around you like a curtain while his wide eyes never blink and stay situated on you, he’s merely tilting his head and asking in a voice much too serious to be natural, oh but darling, can’t you see you’re already part of this family? Now, dinner is to be ready in thirty minutes. I need to properly prepare you.

He actually has a surprising amount of patience with you – you make him soft (or at least as soft as he can be, though anyone that knows him well can spot the differences in his treatment and air around you), and he doesn’t really want to harm you or scare you.

It’s a necessary evil in his eyes, though if he had his way, he’d train you to the point where you’re willingly looking at him with love.

He’d train you until you’re welcoming him home with a sweet kiss to his cheek after a long job with a toddler clutching at your legs, a baby suckling at your breast and a swollen belly telling him and the rest of the world exactly who you belong to, your lovesick cry of his name when you see him making the smile plastered onto his lips that much more genuine.

You make him feel, something so foreign and strange, and to Illumi this new, small amount of emotion feels downright overwhelming, something so strong and powerful and wonderful. It’s addicting, truly, something that he finds himself actively wanting, a concept he’s never felt before towards anything except bringing back Killua.

And so while he doesn’t particularly enjoy punishing you, it’s worth it to keep those feelings alive, to build up to the point where his fantasies of your domestic future with one another come to fruition.

So really, while he doesn’t get mad at you very often, he won’t hesitate to dole out punishments where he sees fit – it’s all for a greater purpose, he tells you, though you have your doubts.

Besides, there’s something even more disturbing about him punishing you when he isn’t even angry – it’s worse because it all just seems so pointless; maybe if he was yelling you would understand why he’s doing what he’s doing. He’d seem human, maybe, capable of emotion – instead, you get those familiar, dead eyes staring at you, his expression carefully neutral as he tells you that this is for your own sake, my dear, and one day you’ll see that.

When it comes to actually punishing you, Illumi’s aversion to causing you any sort of physical harm prevents him from inflicting a whole varietyof punishments onto you – he doesn’t want to taint your delicate skin, to break a bone, to do any number of things that he’s been told over and over by his family would help.

(Milluki insists that breaking both of your legs would be a good way to prevent any kind of behavior targeted around trying to escape, and while Illumi understands the logic and even agrees with it, the look of your teary eyes staring up at him and your desperate pleads to not hurt you are simply too much.)

(Milluki also suggests, with a crude grin and a gulp, that perhaps letting him try a hand at getting you to cooperate would be helpful – besides, he’ll add with a smarmy smile and his tongue flicking out over his lips, a Zoldyck heir is a Zoldyck heir, doesn’t matter who knocked her up, right? That night, Milluki ended up with the broken bone rather than you.)

He isn’t sure why he’s so incapable of hurting you considering his profession, but he just can’t – and so, he finds other methods.

Namely, your mental state is completely fair game; he’s training you after all, and when the basement of the Zoldyck mansion is just so expansive, so cold and wet and so very dark, how can he not use that to his advantage?

Your eyes are casted downwards, your voice soft and unsure as you ask if you can see my family again? Kikyo mentioned that it’s December, and there’s an important birthday in the family this month that I’d like to celebrate with them…

Illumi had been cuddling you (or, at least holding you in his arms while he lay on his side, completely frozen and inhaling the scent of your hair again and again while you uncomfortably squirmed around), but the moment those words tumble from your lips, he’s blinking pensively, pondering your statement.

I don’t know of any birthdays in the family this month.

When you try again, telling him that it’s your family you’re talking about, the one you were raised in and that you love, immediately he’s cutting you off.

My dear, you must be mistaken. The nearest birthday is Grandfather’s, and that isn’t for another month.

His voice is firmer this time, as if he’s trying to tell you something, but some part of you refuses to silently accept his blatant dismissal of your request.

Illumi you don’t understand, it’s –

his grip is tightening even more, practically suffocating you as his nails dig into your exposed arms, his voice somewhere between a hiss and a scold.

No, my love, you don’t understand. Don’t speak of them. They are no longer your family – you are a Zoldyck now, and you’ll forget all of those past imposters. You will not, under any circumstances, be allowed to see them again. Now, come with me.

And it’s not like you have much of a choice – as he picks you up and brings you down the stairs, endless winding hallways that steadily grow colder and colder the deeper you head, you’re flailing, apologizing profusely, anything to not have to spend another few nights in the basement.

And while Illumi doesn’t enjoy the tears that stream down your cheeks, he stays strong and ties you to the chains connected to the walls – loose enough that you can be seated on the ground, but tight enough to restrict any movement.

Once you’re stationary, he stands before you and stares, the light from the door behind him illuminating his figure.

I expect you to tell me who your real family is when I return.

And with that, he’s walking out the room and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving you shrouded in darkness, with nothing but the sound of your own breathing and heartbeat to entertain you.

He generally leaves you down there for three days, give or take – enough to have you dehydrated, your stomach growling and rumbling painfully at the lack of food, cold seeping into your bones and leaving you shivering and shaking, all the while fear envelopes you because there’s something here with you, you just know it.

The sounds coming from the corner of the room are too difficult to ignore, though you have no idea what it could be. You presume it’s some sort of creature, designed to kill you if Illumi so desires, the scuttling noise making fear creep up your spine every time you hear it. The sounds are ryhtmic, predictable, always going off in roughly thirty minute intervals, leading you to believe the creature is smart, or at least trained to be so.

It’s terrifying and your mind will conjure up images of terrifying, grotesque beasts in its bored and fearful state, but in reality the monster in question is Illumi himself – he grows so dependent on you that he can’t be away from you for more than about a day, so he treats himself to hiding in the shadows and simply watching you.

You’re very pretty, even when you’re crying and covered in dirt and covered in your own piss, and it’s in those moments that Illumi truly realizes how deeply his feelings for you run, how badly he wants you to be his everything. He just can’t stop looking at you, those dark eyes raking over your figure over and over and over, moving his position roughly every thirty minutes to get a new angle of you.

(Though, it’s not like he needs to see you to remember what you look like from this angle, he’s stalked you so thoroughly and so heavily that he could draw your face in his sleep with pinpoint accuracy, your features metaphorically carved behind his eyelids so that he’ll always see you you you when he blinks.)

And when he eventually opens the door once more, light cracking into the room and making you violently blink, he’s asking if you’ve learned your lesson yet, if you’re finally understanding who your real family is, and immediately you’re practically yelling that yes, I understand! I’m a Zoldyck, the Zoldycks are my real family! I love them and I love you, Illumi, because I’m your wife and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be!

(If you were in a better state of mind you’d have the energy to be ashamed of yourself, but you’re so desperate to get out of this cellar and into the warmth, to drink something and eat something and be away from the thing trapped in there with you that you just don’t care.)

He nods, satisfied, and opens the locks, only to blink in surprise when you wobbly embrace him, sobbing into his chest and clutching onto his clothes because even though he’s unnaturally cold, he’s still warmer than the hell you’ve been in for the last three days.

And while he’s not the best at physical affection, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you tighter, crushing you against his hard chest whispering in your ear that he’s so glad you’ve finally accepted your place.

OVERALL DANGER:

9/10

The danger that lies with being Illumi’s darling is honestly just the fact that once he chooses you, there is absolutely no chance of escaping him.

He’s a trained assassin with connections everywhere; outside of death itself, there’s no way for you to get away from him, no matter how hard you try or who you manage to recruit into aiding you.

(And even if you were to somehow manage to kill yourself, Illumi will keep your dead body by his side – holding it at night while he sleeps, propping you in a chair across from him while he eats and carries on a one sided conversation about work that day, even going so far as to fuck your cold, lifeless body just to feel you.)

He’s lived his whole life feeling nothing at all, and the second that you inspire any bit of emotion within him, his whole perspective seems to alter just slightly, something warm and strange and good blooming in his chest. It’s something completely foreign, but the longer it goes on the more he decides the likes it, growing used to the feeling and craving more of it, finding himself yearning – yes, yearning – to feel it once more when he’s been away from you for long periods of time.

Once he realizes that the common cause of this feeling is you, Illumi is deciding that you’re the one he’ll be adding to the Zoldyck family as his partner, his spouse, his lover.

You’ll be the one to bear his children and continue on the name, all while he gets to enjoy the strange warmth in his chest, the odd protectiveness that forces him to keep you locked up, safe from the outside world, the strange urge he feels to reach out and touch you, to see you smile, to feel your lips against his own.

And so while he won’t ever directly physically harm you, your mental state will be destroyed, and you’ll be in constant fear that someday he’ll decide you aren’t worth the trouble, that once he impregnates you and you give him a few heirs, he’ll kill you off effortlessly.

These fears will never, ever see fruition of course, but the trouble with Illumi is that you just never know.

He’s skilled in the art of killing, but his skills in lying are quite formidable as well – you can never truly tell when he’s being honest with you, and while he’s never fully lied to you (only misrepresented facts and led you to believe something that may not be entirely true), you’ll live in a constant state of unease because you’re so, so very aware that he could kill you with a mere flick of his wrist if he so desired, and what’s stopping him? He claims to be in love, but in what world is this love?

And you, lucky lucky you, get the lovely package deal of not only him, but his fucked up family as well – so good luck, and really, just let him mold you into the perfect, obedient little wife he wants you to be.

You’ll be much, much happier in the end.

“it’s so unrealistic when x readers say-” i’m not reading x readers for realism. i’m reading them because i want to fuck a fictional character.