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Intoxication | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥.

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The biggest thank you to @whumperooni​ for allowing me to use one of her incredible drabbles as inspiration for this fic. Please read this first for context!

Apologies for no beta, I get so shy asking people to read my shit these days so I usually just post and go. I hope you enjoy it and sorry for the wait!💕

Summary: Kirishima is ever the gentleman as he offers to take you home from a house party after drinking far too much. 

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!Reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-con, intoxication, alcohol mention, coercion, pervy Kirishima, fingering, cunnilingus, virgin!reader, first time, unprotected sex, creampie, borderline somnophilia, hinted drugging/spiking.

Word Count: 4.9k.

It had been easy, far too easy to get you out of the bustling house party. Your friends are too eager and willing to stay with all his attractive friends that they had absolutely no problem with a complete stranger walking you home. At least he was a good guy, god forbid you had someone unsavoury to lead you back to your place. There’s no telling what could happen.

You’d drunk too much, peaked too soon and ended up as a drowsy mess on his lap at the party. Not that he minded, waving off your friends with a beer in his hand as he continued to talk to Sero. Promising that he’d take great care of you while they were out on the dance floor. If they were really good friends they would’ve noticed his fingers buried deep inside your pretty little pussy, blunt nails scratching along your velvety walls as you lay your head against his shoulder. They would’ve noticed the extra drinks Kirishima was trying to ply you with to get you just that bit more drowsy for him. But they didn’t-

You were practically comatose when he finally lifted you off his lap, trying to wave your friends over to explain what was happening and why you shouldn’t be left alone. Your friends fawning over him and telling him how much of a nice guy he is while he holds your slumped body against his side, giving the signature Kirishima smirk as they agree for him to take you home. Eagerly typing their numbers into his cell phone so he can tell them that you’re home safe and giving out your address like it’s directions to the local Lawsons before they turned their attention back to his friends on the dance floor. It really was that simple-

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#JO!!!!!!!! #good lord whenever I need some smut I come to your page #i love how you write kiri #Pervy kiri >>>> #SO GOOD #tw//noncon #tw//dubcon #tw//drugs

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PICTURE PERFECT 

stepbro!eren x f!reader

warnings: smut, 18+/minors and ageless blogs DNI, dark content (step-cest), groping, photography, you have nip piercings

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: first ever stepcest so be nice please. i just want to take this time to shout out ugly sweater party by loml @whats-her-quirk, the more wholesome horny piece that inspired this, also ty @dilfphobes for betaing 💗

You love Carla, you really do, but as much as it pains you to say it, the wool she uses for these sweaters really fucking itches.

You know your skin will be scratched like no other once you finally have the chance to peel this abomination off of you, so you hold that plastered smile just a bit longer, waiting for the timer to go off so your step mom finally has that perfect family photo. With the lights she’s gotten set up, you’re sweltering under the thick material, the large hand pressed into the small of your back also not doing you any favors.

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#OH GOD #oh MY #tw:stepcest #dhksnsksksks I needed this today #💖.nsfw recs

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wtf happy 1k 😭😭 y'all nasty for liking this one sm

I WIN. | f. toji, jujutsu kaisen ˗ˏˋ toji fushiguro x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 1638 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), tw: stepcest, stepdad!toji, stepdaughter!reader, f!masturbation, oral (m!receiving), reader gets called good girl a lot<3, unprotected sex

hera's kinktober: day 9 of 16

the men your mother brought home never stayed too long.

you’d laugh, everytime she brought another back from a night of drinking and smoking, her makeup always smeared down her face and words slurred as she drunkenly tells you to shut up ‘n go back to your room, out of fear of the man behind her taking a look at you and preferring you instead.

you’d always smirk and head back upstairs, putting on music to ignore your mother’s broken moans and high-pitched wails, knowing that as the men in her bed came, they did so with an image of you in their heads.

the subtle glances they’d take, raking over the form of your body in your skimpy pajamas never went unnoticed—not by you, and most definitely not by your mother. and so she’d made it a point to bring home more and more shitty, trashy men in the hopes that finally, she’d find one that would favor her over you.

she was actually so desperate that she married the first man who didn’t immediately look in your direction—a tall man named toji, all muscle and scars, a man so intimidating and utterly attractive that he had your mind reeling, wondering as to why he didn’t seem to want you even though all the other men did.

living with him felt like a challenge for you. every day, you’d try to tempt him with the skimpiest clothes you could barely defend as being pajamas, and the tension between you and your mother only grew, with her ultimately staying out longer, dreading coming home for fear of seeing toji in bed with you.

and so you made it your mission to have her do just that.

you’d play every trick in the book, bending over in front of him, coming out of the shower dripping and steamy, clad in only a short towel, leaving your panties on the bathroom floor for him to find—everything. yet, you found no success, and as the days went by, you became increasingly frustrated.

it wasn’t until he came home early from work one night to the sounds of your frustrated moans coming from your room, labored breathing and pants as you chanted his name to yourself, falling silent as you came all over your fingers.

you let your head spin as you came down from your high, panties pulled only halfway down your thighs, a wet spot on the bed that was a result of the thirty minutes you spent trying to cum, your orgasm evading you for so long because what you needed was your stepdad’s fat fingers inside of your own pathetic ones.

you were so lost and spent from finally managing to cum that all your senses dulled, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed his heavy footsteps as he climbed the stairs to your room, nor his looming presence as he stood outside your doorway, soaking in the sight of your flushed body, a thin sheen of sweat coating your neck and face.

“did you need something, baby?” his baritone voice snapped you back into reality, and you shot up, instinctively grabbing a pillow and throwing it onto your lap. “kept calling my name.”

had you dreamt of this exact scenario? yes—you had, many times, but now that you were actually in it, you found yourself cowering before his hulking figure, shyly avoiding the mockingly innocent look on his face.

“kept calling my name over ‘n over, there must be something i can help you with.”

he stepped closer, eyes immediately focusing in on the wet spot below your pussy.

“aw, did you have a hard time cumming without daddy? didja need daddy’s help?” he said, a devious smile spreading across his cheeks. “must’ve been hard all this time, getting no attention despite all of your slutty efforts.”

you should have been ashamed—you really should have felt at least an ounce of embarrassment, but you didn’t. your pussy clenched at his words, your chest rising and falling softly as you took shallow breaths, your mouth going dry as all thoughts promptly fled your brain, save for the mere desire of wanting to be fucked dumb by your stepfather.

the growing bulge in his sweatpants had you licking your lips, wanting nothing but to feel it bruise your throat, and as if instinctual he followed your gaze and knew that if he wanted his dear little stepdaughter to be a good girl, he’d have go on and give her what she wanted.

closing the gap between your bodies, he swiftly pulled down the waistband of his sweats, letting his thick cock spring free. the tip glistened, sticky with precum and you swallowed hard, not knowing if you’d be punished for following your desires and reaching out for it.

“go on,” he said, encouraging you. “suck it. like a good girl, for daddy.”

you nodded demurely, taking his cock in your soft hands, jerking it lightly before wrapping your mouth around the swollen tip, letting your tongue flick around the shaft.

he shuddered at the feeling. your mouth was just so wet.

impatient, he grabbed the back of your head and held it still as he pushed the rest of his length down your throat, smiling at the sound of your muffled, strangled cries, laughing when he saw the first of many hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh baby, you can’t even take this? i thought you were going to be a good girl.”

he watched, mesmerized by the little bulge protruding in your throat as he continued to bruise it, forcing your mouth to fit around him.

“hah? answer me.”

fresh tears spilled over as you gagged, muffled, incoherent words trying desperately to escape you but getting inevitably blocked by his cock, the vibrations from your throat sending new waves of pleasure rocking throughout his body.

“that’s a good girl, i’ll let you breathe now,” he said, lips curling into an evil smile as he pulled out.

your tongue hung out of your mouth as you gasped for air, the rush of oxygen burning your lungs and causing your head to spin.

he let go of your hair with a slight flick and pushed you by the shoulders so that you fell back onto the mattress. grabbing you by the underside of your knees, he pulled you closer so that your ass hung off the edge of the bed, and your thighs lay flush against his chest, your calves resting atop his broad shoulders.

“gonna fuck my good little girl so she can stop begging for it everyday like a common whore,” he said, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. “poor baby doesn’t even know what she’s been asking for all this time. don’t cry too much, ‘kay?”

incoherent whimpers bubbled past your lips as he nudged the tip of his cock past your swollen lips.

“answer me,” he said, stilling his hips and glaring at you.

you nodded, your face a mess of ruined makeup and hot tears and spit.

instantly, he bottomed out inside you, heavy balls flush against your ass, and you cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you, each thrust stretching you out more and more until your pussy became nothing but a bruised mold of his cock.

each drag of his dick along your walls sent you spiraling, leaving you struggling to breathe as you grappled with the feeling of being stuffed so full, left with no strength to do anything but lie on the bed and take what toji gave you.

and you were happy to do it, to be his little cumslut because it was what you’d wanted all along, and now that you finally had him here in your bed, you were determined to keep him here, to have your mother come home and find that your mere existence had ruined yet another one of her desperate little relationships.

each slam of his hips against yours sent you reeling, pushing you further and further to your climax until your vision blanked and a soft, glowy warmth washed over your body, and suddenly you were cumming, creaming on his cock, your legs jerking up and hips bucking into his that he physically had to lean over and pin you down to the bed so that he could fuck you through your orgasm.

a calloused thumb began to rub sloppy circles into your clit and you yelped from the overstimulation, hands instinctively grabbing at his wrist, trying to stop him.

“please,” you begged, face wet with new tears. “‘s too much, daddy, can’t take anymore—!”

“oh, sweet girl,” he responded, uncaring. “i didn’t ask. you’re gonna give me another one, ‘kay?”

you shook your head desperately, legs seizing at how sensitive you were, each movement of his thumb sending shockwaves of mixed pain and pleasure throughout your core.

“daddy please—”

you came violently, a second orgasm ripping through you unexpectedly, the only thing grounding you to your bed was the feeling of his large, warm hand holding tightly onto your thigh, and the constant smack! of his balls against your ass.

“fuck, so tight,” he groaned, hips stuttering as the clenching of your walls around his length pulled him in closer and closer, too.

he came with a grunt, pulling out and spraying his load onto your face and torso, sighing as he watched you open your mouth almost instinctively, catching some of his seed on your tongue.

“y/n…? toji…?” a trembling voice came from your doorway.

you didn’t bother to look, keeping your closed as you licked your lips, unwilling to waste even a single drop of his cum.

“hi honey,” toji replied lazily, his softening cock in his hand as he turned to face the door. “you’re home?”

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tagging: @misslovingpearl @levylovegood @thebeardedmoon @forwardpair @tsookieloopie @chaos-night @alittleoaktree @sen-brainrot @itsgoldnsage @semisgroupie @the-one-mrs-koutaro @devilgirlcrybabiey @mutsu422 @yvonnesky @erishaitto @alert-arlert @chaosgremlinbrat

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i must know how you got your ask box to look like that

i genuinely have no idea LMAOOO i don't think i had anything to do with it, prob was an update or something!

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hi. I am ten seconds scrolling into your blog and it's wonderful. thank you.

omg thank u bby 🥺💖💖

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I think u listed ur general master list as a Zillow link?

omf where I’m gonna kms

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I WIN. | f. toji, jujutsu kaisen ˗ˏˋ toji fushiguro x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 1638 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), tw: stepcest, stepdad!toji, stepdaughter!reader, f!masturbation, oral (m!receiving), reader gets called good girl a lot<3, unprotected sex

hera's kinktober: day 9 of 16

the men your mother brought home never stayed too long.

you’d laugh, everytime she brought another back from a night of drinking and smoking, her makeup always smeared down her face and words slurred as she drunkenly tells you to shut up ‘n go back to your room, out of fear of the man behind her taking a look at you and preferring you instead.

you’d always smirk and head back upstairs, putting on music to ignore your mother’s broken moans and high-pitched wails, knowing that as the men in her bed came, they did so with an image of you in their heads.

the subtle glances they’d take, raking over the form of your body in your skimpy pajamas never went unnoticed—not by you, and most definitely not by your mother. and so she’d made it a point to bring home more and more shitty, trashy men in the hopes that finally, she’d find one that would favor her over you.

she was actually so desperate that she married the first man who didn’t immediately look in your direction—a tall man named toji, all muscle and scars, a man so intimidating and utterly attractive that he had your mind reeling, wondering as to why he didn’t seem to want you even though all the other men did.

living with him felt like a challenge for you. every day, you’d try to tempt him with the skimpiest clothes you could barely defend as being pajamas, and the tension between you and your mother only grew, with her ultimately staying out longer, dreading coming home for fear of seeing toji in bed with you.

and so you made it your mission to have her do just that.

you’d play every trick in the book, bending over in front of him, coming out of the shower dripping and steamy, clad in only a short towel, leaving your panties on the bathroom floor for him to find—everything. yet, you found no success, and as the days went by, you became increasingly frustrated.

it wasn’t until he came home early from work one night to the sounds of your frustrated moans coming from your room, labored breathing and pants as you chanted his name to yourself, falling silent as you came all over your fingers.

you let your head spin as you came down from your high, panties pulled only halfway down your thighs, a wet spot on the bed that was a result of the thirty minutes you spent trying to cum, your orgasm evading you for so long because what you needed was your stepdad’s fat fingers inside of your own pathetic ones.

you were so lost and spent from finally managing to cum that all your senses dulled, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed his heavy footsteps as he climbed the stairs to your room, nor his looming presence as he stood outside your doorway, soaking in the sight of your flushed body, a thin sheen of sweat coating your neck and face.

“did you need something, baby?” his baritone voice snapped you back into reality, and you shot up, instinctively grabbing a pillow and throwing it onto your lap. “kept calling my name.”

had you dreamt of this exact scenario? yes—you had, many times, but now that you were actually in it, you found yourself cowering before his hulking figure, shyly avoiding the mockingly innocent look on his face.

“kept calling my name over ‘n over, there must be something i can help you with.”

he stepped closer, eyes immediately focusing in on the wet spot below your pussy.

“aw, did you have a hard time cumming without daddy? didja need daddy’s help?” he said, a devious smile spreading across his cheeks. “must’ve been hard all this time, getting no attention despite all of your slutty efforts.”

you should have been ashamed—you really should have felt at least an ounce of embarrassment, but you didn’t. your pussy clenched at his words, your chest rising and falling softly as you took shallow breaths, your mouth going dry as all thoughts promptly fled your brain, save for the mere desire of wanting to be fucked dumb by your stepfather.

the growing bulge in his sweatpants had you licking your lips, wanting nothing but to feel it bruise your throat, and as if instinctual he followed your gaze and knew that if he wanted his dear little stepdaughter to be a good girl, he’d have go on and give her what she wanted.

closing the gap between your bodies, he swiftly pulled down the waistband of his sweats, letting his thick cock spring free. the tip glistened, sticky with precum and you swallowed hard, not knowing if you’d be punished for following your desires and reaching out for it.

“go on,” he said, encouraging you. “suck it. like a good girl, for daddy.”

you nodded demurely, taking his cock in your soft hands, jerking it lightly before wrapping your mouth around the swollen tip, letting your tongue flick around the shaft.

he shuddered at the feeling. your mouth was just so wet.

impatient, he grabbed the back of your head and held it still as he pushed the rest of his length down your throat, smiling at the sound of your muffled, strangled cries, laughing when he saw the first of many hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh baby, you can’t even take this? i thought you were going to be a good girl.”

he watched, mesmerized by the little bulge protruding in your throat as he continued to bruise it, forcing your mouth to fit around him.

“hah? answer me.”

fresh tears spilled over as you gagged, muffled, incoherent words trying desperately to escape you but getting inevitably blocked by his cock, the vibrations from your throat sending new waves of pleasure rocking throughout his body.

“that’s a good girl, i’ll let you breathe now,” he said, lips curling into an evil smile as he pulled out.

your tongue hung out of your mouth as you gasped for air, the rush of oxygen burning your lungs and causing your head to spin.

he let go of your hair with a slight flick and pushed you by the shoulders so that you fell back onto the mattress. grabbing you by the underside of your knees, he pulled you closer so that your ass hung off the edge of the bed, and your thighs lay flush against his chest, your calves resting atop his broad shoulders.

“gonna fuck my good little girl so she can stop begging for it everyday like a common whore,” he said, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. “poor baby doesn’t even know what she’s been asking for all this time. don’t cry too much, ‘kay?”

incoherent whimpers bubbled past your lips as he nudged the tip of his cock past your swollen lips.

“answer me,” he said, stilling his hips and glaring at you.

you nodded, your face a mess of ruined makeup and hot tears and spit.

instantly, he bottomed out inside you, heavy balls flush against your ass, and you cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you, each thrust stretching you out more and more until your pussy became nothing but a bruised mold of his cock.

each drag of his dick along your walls sent you spiraling, leaving you struggling to breathe as you grappled with the feeling of being stuffed so full, left with no strength to do anything but lie on the bed and take what toji gave you.

and you were happy to do it, to be his little cumslut because it was what you’d wanted all along, and now that you finally had him here in your bed, you were determined to keep him here, to have your mother come home and find that your mere existence had ruined yet another one of her desperate little relationships.

each slam of his hips against yours sent you reeling, pushing you further and further to your climax until your vision blanked and a soft, glowy warmth washed over your body, and suddenly you were cumming, creaming on his cock, your legs jerking up and hips bucking into his that he physically had to lean over and pin you down to the bed so that he could fuck you through your orgasm.

a calloused thumb began to rub sloppy circles into your clit and you yelped from the overstimulation, hands instinctively grabbing at his wrist, trying to stop him.

“please,” you begged, face wet with new tears. “‘s too much, daddy, can’t take anymore—!”

“oh, sweet girl,” he responded, uncaring. “i didn’t ask. you’re gonna give me another one, ‘kay?”

you shook your head desperately, legs seizing at how sensitive you were, each movement of his thumb sending shockwaves of mixed pain and pleasure throughout your core.

“daddy please—”

you came violently, a second orgasm ripping through you unexpectedly, the only thing grounding you to your bed was the feeling of his large, warm hand holding tightly onto your thigh, and the constant smack! of his balls against your ass.

“fuck, so tight,” he groaned, hips stuttering as the clenching of your walls around his length pulled him in closer and closer, too.

he came with a grunt, pulling out and spraying his load onto your face and torso, sighing as he watched you open your mouth almost instinctively, catching some of his seed on your tongue.

“y/n…? toji…?” a trembling voice came from your doorway.

you didn’t bother to look, keeping your closed as you licked your lips, unwilling to waste even a single drop of his cum.

“hi honey,” toji replied lazily, his softening cock in his hand as he turned to face the door. “you’re home?”

kinktober masterlist | general masterlist

tagging: @misslovingpearl @levylovegood @thebeardedmoon @forwardpair @tsookieloopie @chaos-night @alittleoaktree @sen-brainrot @itsgoldnsage @semisgroupie @the-one-mrs-koutaro @devilgirlcrybabiey @mutsu422 @yvonnesky @erishaitto @alert-arlert @chaosgremlinbrat

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I WIN. | f. toji, jujutsu kaisen ˗ˏˋ toji fushiguro x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 1638 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), tw: stepcest, stepdad!toji, stepdaughter!reader, f!masturbation, oral (m!receiving), reader gets called good girl a lot<3, unprotected sex

hera's kinktober: day 9 of 16

the men your mother brought home never stayed too long.

you’d laugh, everytime she brought another back from a night of drinking and smoking, her makeup always smeared down her face and words slurred as she drunkenly tells you to shut up ‘n go back to your room, out of fear of the man behind her taking a look at you and preferring you instead.

you’d always smirk and head back upstairs, putting on music to ignore your mother’s broken moans and high-pitched wails, knowing that as the men in her bed came, they did so with an image of you in their heads.

the subtle glances they’d take, raking over the form of your body in your skimpy pajamas never went unnoticed—not by you, and most definitely not by your mother. and so she’d made it a point to bring home more and more shitty, trashy men in the hopes that finally, she’d find one that would favor her over you.

she was actually so desperate that she married the first man who didn’t immediately look in your direction—a tall man named toji, all muscle and scars, a man so intimidating and utterly attractive that he had your mind reeling, wondering as to why he didn’t seem to want you even though all the other men did.

living with him felt like a challenge for you. every day, you’d try to tempt him with the skimpiest clothes you could barely defend as being pajamas, and the tension between you and your mother only grew, with her ultimately staying out longer, dreading coming home for fear of seeing toji in bed with you.

and so you made it your mission to have her do just that.

you’d play every trick in the book, bending over in front of him, coming out of the shower dripping and steamy, clad in only a short towel, leaving your panties on the bathroom floor for him to find—everything. yet, you found no success, and as the days went by, you became increasingly frustrated.

it wasn’t until he came home early from work one night to the sounds of your frustrated moans coming from your room, labored breathing and pants as you chanted his name to yourself, falling silent as you came all over your fingers.

you let your head spin as you came down from your high, panties pulled only halfway down your thighs, a wet spot on the bed that was a result of the thirty minutes you spent trying to cum, your orgasm evading you for so long because what you needed was your stepdad’s fat fingers inside of your own pathetic ones.

you were so lost and spent from finally managing to cum that all your senses dulled, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed his heavy footsteps as he climbed the stairs to your room, nor his looming presence as he stood outside your doorway, soaking in the sight of your flushed body, a thin sheen of sweat coating your neck and face.

“did you need something, baby?” his baritone voice snapped you back into reality, and you shot up, instinctively grabbing a pillow and throwing it onto your lap. “kept calling my name.”

had you dreamt of this exact scenario? yes—you had, many times, but now that you were actually in it, you found yourself cowering before his hulking figure, shyly avoiding the mockingly innocent look on his face.

“kept calling my name over ‘n over, there must be something i can help you with.”

he stepped closer, eyes immediately focusing in on the wet spot below your pussy.

“aw, did you have a hard time cumming without daddy? didja need daddy’s help?” he said, a devious smile spreading across his cheeks. “must’ve been hard all this time, getting no attention despite all of your slutty efforts.”

you should have been ashamed—you really should have felt at least an ounce of embarrassment, but you didn’t. your pussy clenched at his words, your chest rising and falling softly as you took shallow breaths, your mouth going dry as all thoughts promptly fled your brain, save for the mere desire of wanting to be fucked dumb by your stepfather.

the growing bulge in his sweatpants had you licking your lips, wanting nothing but to feel it bruise your throat, and as if instinctual he followed your gaze and knew that if he wanted his dear little stepdaughter to be a good girl, he’d have go on and give her what she wanted.

closing the gap between your bodies, he swiftly pulled down the waistband of his sweats, letting his thick cock spring free. the tip glistened, sticky with precum and you swallowed hard, not knowing if you’d be punished for following your desires and reaching out for it.

“go on,” he said, encouraging you. “suck it. like a good girl, for daddy.”

you nodded demurely, taking his cock in your soft hands, jerking it lightly before wrapping your mouth around the swollen tip, letting your tongue flick around the shaft.

he shuddered at the feeling. your mouth was just so wet.

impatient, he grabbed the back of your head and held it still as he pushed the rest of his length down your throat, smiling at the sound of your muffled, strangled cries, laughing when he saw the first of many hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh baby, you can’t even take this? i thought you were going to be a good girl.”

he watched, mesmerized by the little bulge protruding in your throat as he continued to bruise it, forcing your mouth to fit around him.

“hah? answer me.��

fresh tears spilled over as you gagged, muffled, incoherent words trying desperately to escape you but getting inevitably blocked by his cock, the vibrations from your throat sending new waves of pleasure rocking throughout his body.

“that’s a good girl, i’ll let you breathe now,” he said, lips curling into an evil smile as he pulled out.

your tongue hung out of your mouth as you gasped for air, the rush of oxygen burning your lungs and causing your head to spin.

he let go of your hair with a slight flick and pushed you by the shoulders so that you fell back onto the mattress. grabbing you by the underside of your knees, he pulled you closer so that your ass hung off the edge of the bed, and your thighs lay flush against his chest, your calves resting atop his broad shoulders.

“gonna fuck my good little girl so she can stop begging for it everyday like a common whore,” he said, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. “poor baby doesn’t even know what she’s been asking for all this time. don’t cry too much, ‘kay?”

incoherent whimpers bubbled past your lips as he nudged the tip of his cock past your swollen lips.

“answer me,” he said, stilling his hips and glaring at you.

you nodded, your face a mess of ruined makeup and hot tears and spit.

instantly, he bottomed out inside you, heavy balls flush against your ass, and you cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you, each thrust stretching you out more and more until your pussy became nothing but a bruised mold of his cock.

each drag of his dick along your walls sent you spiraling, leaving you struggling to breathe as you grappled with the feeling of being stuffed so full, left with no strength to do anything but lie on the bed and take what toji gave you.

and you were happy to do it, to be his little cumslut because it was what you’d wanted all along, and now that you finally had him here in your bed, you were determined to keep him here, to have your mother come home and find that your mere existence had ruined yet another one of her desperate little relationships.

each slam of his hips against yours sent you reeling, pushing you further and further to your climax until your vision blanked and a soft, glowy warmth washed over your body, and suddenly you were cumming, creaming on his cock, your legs jerking up and hips bucking into his that he physically had to lean over and pin you down to the bed so that he could fuck you through your orgasm.

a calloused thumb began to rub sloppy circles into your clit and you yelped from the overstimulation, hands instinctively grabbing at his wrist, trying to stop him.

“please,” you begged, face wet with new tears. “‘s too much, daddy, can’t take anymore—!”

“oh, sweet girl,” he responded, uncaring. “i didn’t ask. you’re gonna give me another one, ‘kay?”

you shook your head desperately, legs seizing at how sensitive you were, each movement of his thumb sending shockwaves of mixed pain and pleasure throughout your core.

“daddy please—”

you came violently, a second orgasm ripping through you unexpectedly, the only thing grounding you to your bed was the feeling of his large, warm hand holding tightly onto your thigh, and the constant smack! of his balls against your ass.

“fuck, so tight,” he groaned, hips stuttering as the clenching of your walls around his length pulled him in closer and closer, too.

he came with a grunt, pulling out and spraying his load onto your face and torso, sighing as he watched you open your mouth almost instinctively, catching some of his seed on your tongue.

“y/n…? toji…?” a trembling voice came from your doorway.

you didn’t bother to look, keeping your closed as you licked your lips, unwilling to waste even a single drop of his cum.

“hi honey,” toji replied lazily, his softening cock in his hand as he turned to face the door. “you’re home?”

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tagging: @misslovingpearl @levylovegood @thebeardedmoon @forwardpair @tsookieloopie @chaos-night @alittleoaktree @sen-brainrot @itsgoldnsage @semisgroupie @the-one-mrs-koutaro @devilgirlcrybabiey @mutsu422 @yvonnesky @erishaitto @alert-arlert @chaosgremlinbrat

#hera.kinktober #tw//stepcest #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x y/n

[mxnjiro]

Hi! The tag tw // forced creampie doesn’t let your work show up in tags! just thought I’d let you know :) I think a good alternative would just be noncon or dubcon while saying it in the warnings. Or even babytrapping?

oooo thank you baby for pointing this out!! you're so sweet🥺🥺🥺

#when y'all look out for me my heart goes boom #LOVE U<3 #mxnjiro responds

[mxnjiro]

I ONLY KNOW HELL. | levi ackerman, aot ˗ˏˋ levi ackerman x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 1983 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), tw: non-con, tw: forced creampie, tw: forced orgasm, monster-fucking (ish), crying, knight of hell!levi, princess!reader, some angst (zeke death). not really for the faint of heart—please heed the tags. ˗ˏˋ a/n: this is for @cyancherub's wheel of misfortune collab!! THANK YOU DEAREST CASSIA for letting me join!! LOVE U MWAH<3

knights of hell are handpicked by lucifer himself. they are of the first-fallen, first-born demons.

weird things had started to happen once your engagement had become confirmed.

objects you had placed in one area of your room suddenly appearing in another in the blink of an eye, doors shutting despite there being no gusts of wind, and the appearance of a creeping, dark shadow that seemed to hover about your face whenever you caught a glimpse of your reflection.

others couldn’t see it. others merely thought you were crazy, going insane after the death of your true lover—but you knew these things were real. you weren’t crazy.

as though your heart weren’t already so laden with grief, you now had to deal with an impending engagement in which you had no say, no power—you found yourself growing restless, without an appetite, developing sunken holes for eyes. but you couldn’t find the strength to care.

your husband-to-be was the worst man you’d ever met, but your father, the king, decided that it would be a fruitful marriage. fruitful—certainly not for you, but likely for the kingdom of paradis.

to hell with paradis.

the only light your life had ever seen shone during your hidden relationship with a castle knight, levi ackerman.

he was your sworn protector, the knight assigned to care for you day and night—your father had assigned him, as he was undoubtedly the castle’s strongest warrior. a man of unshakable will, pure strength and resolute morals.

despite all of that, though, you’d ended up falling for him because of the way he was so soft for you, gentle and kind and caring even when he had no reason to be so tender. you knew he’d been through so much, as a knight of paradis, seeing many wars through and many—if not most—of his closest comrades fall. you admired him for his strength and resolve, and ultimately fell into the most passionate and intimate relationship the two of you had ever known.

when the king discovered your relationship, he felt beyond betrayed and humiliated that his daughter would lay in bed with a man of poor status—because even while levi was paradis’ strongest knight, he’d come from the slums, and of a lowly background.

and so he had levi killed.

some father he was, the king—he had you kill your own lover.

tied you to the chair levi stood upon as he was about to be hanged, then had guards forcibly move you away so that the chair moved with you, leaving your lover hanging from the post.

and so you swore that you would never love again.

five months have passed, and you remained just as resolute, finding that you’d grown numb to just about everything. numb to everything except, perhaps, hatred.

yes, you hated your fiance. you hated your father. you hated the guards who dragged you away, you hated the crowd that gathered and merely gasped as your lover was pulled from life.

you hated everything with all of your being that at some point, you’d begun to believe that the apparitions you’d started to see post-engagement were some kind of retribution you were facing for being so cold and hateful towards the world. women should be loving and caring, understanding and sympathetic, right? and you’d tried your best to be, before, but you’d thrown all of that away after being forced to kill levi.

so this dark cloud following you around must be your punishment.

you paid it no mind after a while, merely accepting it as a part of your reflection whenever you passed a mirror. but you did notice that it appeared to grow darker and darker as the days went by, closing in on the date of your wedding. more incidents began to happen around you, and you awoke to an increasingly disheveled room each morning. even if you didn’t care as to why it was happening, you still did find it inconvenient.

the night before your wedding day was stormy and wild, lightning brightening your room every few minutes.

seems like even my last night as a free woman won’t be peaceful, you thought wryly, doing your best to ignore the storm and brush your hair before bed, when two strong knocks rang at your door.

“who is it?” you called out.

when no one answered, you got up and opened the door, and nearly shut it in the same instant when you recognized your fiance’s face.

“what’s wrong?” he grinned. “still want me to wait until after we’re married so i can have you?”

“you won’t have me at all,” you scowled, struggling futilely to shut the door, but he was too strong. “get out!”

“why does my wife-to-be hate me so much?” he pouted in mock sadness. “all i want to do is love her, provide for her—”

“shut up,” you hissed, hatred and fury flaring up in your veins. “i want nothing to do with you—”

a rough hand grabbed you by the throat, pushing you off the door and backwards into your room easily.

“oh? well that’s too bad,” he laughed. “i want—”

and you watched in confusion, then horror as his hand dropped from your throat and his face went slack, and single trails of blood began to flow from his eyes.

his eyes rolled back to face you, and you stepped back in shock—utterly and entirely absorbed in his now… familiar? cold, steely gray eyes.

“z-zeke…?” you asked, your voice trembling, barely above a whisper.

“he tried to hurt you,” the man, who was supposed to be zeke, replied. “he tried to hurt you.”

“you’re not zeke, are you?” you asked, stepping back until your back was flush with your wall, cold and grating against your bare skin.

“he tried to hurt you,” he repeated, this time more angrily. “he tried to take what’s mine.”

now having nowhere to turn, you began to tremble, your body going cold from fear.

“who are you?” you choked out.

“you don’t remember me?”

he—whatever he was—did seem familiar, especially those eyes of his.

but—but… it couldn’t be.

“levi…?” you whispered, half-hoping that it wouldn’t be true.

“so you do remember.”

your mouth went dry as you tried to process what this meant. had he—had levi—been responsible for all of the weird things that were happening to you? no, but levi was dead, you knew this, you’d killed him yourself for fuck’s sake—

a cold hand caressed your cheek, causing you to shudder.

then… what happened to zeke? had levi killed…?

“you were meant to be mine forever,” he spoke simply, before lowering his hand to your throat, squeezing it and forcing you over to your open window.

he flipped you easily so that you were bent over the ledge of your window, leaving you gasping for air, getting drenched in the stormy rain and staring at the ground below, just a few pedestrians out, hurriedly trying to get home.

“levi—!” you gasped, desperately trying to catch a grip on the ledge to keep yourself from falling over. “what are you doing—?!”

“taking what’s been mine.”

strong gusts of wind blew your hair around your face, the rain making it stick uncomfortably to your face and forcing you to close your eyes, the rainwater streaming down your forehead and cheeks so that it mingled with your frightened tears.

“i—i’m going to fall,” you stuttered, your grip becoming too slippery to be stable.

“i wouldn’t let you fall. remember? i was assigned to protect you.”

your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, the most pressing of which being confusion—you could tell that he, again, whatever he was, was levi, but he also seemed so unlike levi that it frightened you to your core.

too preoccupied were you in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed him flipping your nightgown over your hips until he was already inside you, forcing you to stretch and uncaring about how it burned.

levi would never hurt me like this, you thought in despair.

“stop,” you cried out, trying your best to turn around and stop him, grabbing at anything, anything. “stop it—i don’t want—”

“you were never this disobedient when i was alive,” came his response, and a wide palm forced your head to turn forward again, forced to look back down at the wet ground below you. “did you forget about me? about us?”

“no, no—” you sobbed, entirely overwhelmed by everything around you—the storm, the wind, the pain—levi was supposed to be dead—

“you feel just as good as i remember,” he groaned, letting his hips still as he fully bottomed out in you, cold body flush against yours.

your body never seemed to be on quite the same page as your mind, and your walls convulsed in spite of the chaos that was your mind, coaxing a soft moan from him.

“you like this,” he muttered, talking to himself. “did you miss me?”

you shook your head, distraught. “i miss levi—you’re nothing like him—”

“wrong answer,” he huffed, punctuating his words with another strong thrust, silencing you as a breath was forced from your throat. “shit—been so long, might not even be able to last.”

you swallowed hard, letting your head hang as you gave in, the steady streams of rain soaking your hair entirely.

“should have etched my name into your body when i was still alive,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the ripple of your ass as your hips connected. “let everyone know you were mine. actually, it’s fine—look below you, aren’t people watching now?”

your eyes popped open, and to your horror your vision focused in on the townspeople below you, looking up and staring, pointing right at you.

he laughed darkly, his familiar, brusque laugh sounding so strange when mixed with zeke’s gravelly voice.

“levi,” you pleaded, fresh, hot tears streaming down your face. “stop this, please. this—this isn’t you, i know it isn’t, it hurts—”

“what do you mean it hurts? i’d never hurt you,” he said, an edge to his voice. his fingers slide from your hip to your clit, rubbing roughly at the sensitive bud, sending mixed signals throughout your entire body.

your body shakes in his hold as your orgasm is forced through you, the overwhelming pleasure conflicting with the pain you felt wringing through your heart. when you’d prayed to some nameless god for nights on end, begging for your lover back—this was not what you had meant.

was this still the punishment you had to face for turning on the world?

your legs went numb, nearly giving out, and your knees buckled against the rough, stone wall—but he caught you. levi would always catch you when you tripped, you suddenly remembered.

“looks like i still remember your body well, dear princess,” he said, his tone cold and mocking, and you were reminded instantly that this was not your levi, that your levi was gone forever. dead, and by your hands.

“gonna let me cum in you?” he asked, his pace bruising and relentless. “that was the one thing we never did, when i was still alive. too afraid of getting caught, weren’t we?”

the blood drained from your face as pangs of fear struck you in the chest.

no—

“stop,” you begged him once more, hoping that now that this had gone on long enough, maybe he’d relent. “no, not that—please, levi—”

“why not? are you going to let someone else do it?” he asked angrily, ramming into you impossibly harder, ignoring your pleas. “fuck—now why would i let that happen? god—you feel so fucking good, gonna cum any minute—”

“levi please—!” you cried. “you’re a knight of paradis, don’t you remember? don’t do this, please—”

“paradis?” he repeated, cumming with a groan, releasing all of his hot, white seed into you, holding your ass flush against him until he was drained of every last drop, letting his cock soften inside you slowly.

“sorry, princess—i only know hell.”

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#night reblog #icymi!

[mxnjiro]

I ONLY KNOW HELL. | levi ackerman, aot ˗ˏˋ levi ackerman x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 1983 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), tw: non-con, tw: forced creampie, tw: forced orgasm, monster-fucking (ish), crying, knight of hell!levi, princess!reader, some angst (zeke death). not really for the faint of heart—please heed the tags. ˗ˏˋ a/n: this is for @cyancherub's wheel of misfortune collab!! THANK YOU DEAREST CASSIA for letting me join!! LOVE U MWAH<3

knights of hell are handpicked by lucifer himself. they are of the first-fallen, first-born demons.

weird things had started to happen once your engagement had become confirmed.

objects you had placed in one area of your room suddenly appearing in another in the blink of an eye, doors shutting despite there being no gusts of wind, and the appearance of a creeping, dark shadow that seemed to hover about your face whenever you caught a glimpse of your reflection.

others couldn’t see it. others merely thought you were crazy, going insane after the death of your true lover—but you knew these things were real. you weren’t crazy.

as though your heart weren’t already so laden with grief, you now had to deal with an impending engagement in which you had no say, no power—you found yourself growing restless, without an appetite, developing sunken holes for eyes. but you couldn’t find the strength to care.

your husband-to-be was the worst man you’d ever met, but your father, the king, decided that it would be a fruitful marriage. fruitful—certainly not for you, but likely for the kingdom of paradis.

to hell with paradis.

the only light your life had ever seen shone during your hidden relationship with a castle knight, levi ackerman.

he was your sworn protector, the knight assigned to care for you day and night—your father had assigned him, as he was undoubtedly the castle’s strongest warrior. a man of unshakable will, pure strength and resolute morals.

despite all of that, though, you’d ended up falling for him because of the way he was so soft for you, gentle and kind and caring even when he had no reason to be so tender. you knew he’d been through so much, as a knight of paradis, seeing many wars through and many—if not most—of his closest comrades fall. you admired him for his strength and resolve, and ultimately fell into the most passionate and intimate relationship the two of you had ever known.

when the king discovered your relationship, he felt beyond betrayed and humiliated that his daughter would lay in bed with a man of poor status—because even while levi was paradis’ strongest knight, he’d come from the slums, and of a lowly background.

and so he had levi killed.

some father he was, the king—he had you kill your own lover.

tied you to the chair levi stood upon as he was about to be hanged, then had guards forcibly move you away so that the chair moved with you, leaving your lover hanging from the post.

and so you swore that you would never love again.

five months have passed, and you remained just as resolute, finding that you’d grown numb to just about everything. numb to everything except, perhaps, hatred.

yes, you hated your fiance. you hated your father. you hated the guards who dragged you away, you hated the crowd that gathered and merely gasped as your lover was pulled from life.

you hated everything with all of your being that at some point, you’d begun to believe that the apparitions you’d started to see post-engagement were some kind of retribution you were facing for being so cold and hateful towards the world. women should be loving and caring, understanding and sympathetic, right? and you’d tried your best to be, before, but you’d thrown all of that away after being forced to kill levi.

so this dark cloud following you around must be your punishment.

you paid it no mind after a while, merely accepting it as a part of your reflection whenever you passed a mirror. but you did notice that it appeared to grow darker and darker as the days went by, closing in on the date of your wedding. more incidents began to happen around you, and you awoke to an increasingly disheveled room each morning. even if you didn’t care as to why it was happening, you still did find it inconvenient.

the night before your wedding day was stormy and wild, lightning brightening your room every few minutes.

seems like even my last night as a free woman won’t be peaceful, you thought wryly, doing your best to ignore the storm and brush your hair before bed, when two strong knocks rang at your door.

“who is it?” you called out.

when no one answered, you got up and opened the door, and nearly shut it in the same instant when you recognized your fiance’s face.

“what’s wrong?” he grinned. “still want me to wait until after we’re married so i can have you?”

“you won’t have me at all,” you scowled, struggling futilely to shut the door, but he was too strong. “get out!”

“why does my wife-to-be hate me so much?” he pouted in mock sadness. “all i want to do is love her, provide for her—”

“shut up,” you hissed, hatred and fury flaring up in your veins. “i want nothing to do with you—”

a rough hand grabbed you by the throat, pushing you off the door and backwards into your room easily.

“oh? well that’s too bad,” he laughed. “i want—”

and you watched in confusion, then horror as his hand dropped from your throat and his face went slack, and single trails of blood began to flow from his eyes.

his eyes rolled back to face you, and you stepped back in shock—utterly and entirely absorbed in his now… familiar? cold, steely gray eyes.

“z-zeke…?” you asked, your voice trembling, barely above a whisper.

“he tried to hurt you,” the man, who was supposed to be zeke, replied. “he tried to hurt you.”

“you’re not zeke, are you?” you asked, stepping back until your back was flush with your wall, cold and grating against your bare skin.

“he tried to hurt you,” he repeated, this time more angrily. “he tried to take what’s mine.”

now having nowhere to turn, you began to tremble, your body going cold from fear.

“who are you?” you choked out.

“you don’t remember me?”

he—whatever he was—did seem familiar, especially those eyes of his.

but—but… it couldn’t be.

“levi…?” you whispered, half-hoping that it wouldn’t be true.

“so you do remember.”

your mouth went dry as you tried to process what this meant. had he—had levi—been responsible for all of the weird things that were happening to you? no, but levi was dead, you knew this, you’d killed him yourself for fuck’s sake—

a cold hand caressed your cheek, causing you to shudder.

then… what happened to zeke? had levi killed…?

“you were meant to be mine forever,” he spoke simply, before lowering his hand to your throat, squeezing it and forcing you over to your open window.

he flipped you easily so that you were bent over the ledge of your window, leaving you gasping for air, getting drenched in the stormy rain and staring at the ground below, just a few pedestrians out, hurriedly trying to get home.

“levi—!” you gasped, desperately trying to catch a grip on the ledge to keep yourself from falling over. “what are you doing—?!”

“taking what’s been mine.”

strong gusts of wind blew your hair around your face, the rain making it stick uncomfortably to your face and forcing you to close your eyes, the rainwater streaming down your forehead and cheeks so that it mingled with your frightened tears.

“i—i’m going to fall,” you stuttered, your grip becoming too slippery to be stable.

“i wouldn’t let you fall. remember? i was assigned to protect you.”

your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, the most pressing of which being confusion—you could tell that he, again, whatever he was, was levi, but he also seemed so unlike levi that it frightened you to your core.

too preoccupied were you in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed him flipping your nightgown over your hips until he was already inside you, forcing you to stretch and uncaring about how it burned.

levi would never hurt me like this, you thought in despair.

“stop,” you cried out, trying your best to turn around and stop him, grabbing at anything, anything. “stop it—i don’t want—”

“you were never this disobedient when i was alive,” came his response, and a wide palm forced your head to turn forward again, forced to look back down at the wet ground below you. “did you forget about me? about us?”

“no, no—” you sobbed, entirely overwhelmed by everything around you—the storm, the wind, the pain—levi was supposed to be dead—

“you feel just as good as i remember,” he groaned, letting his hips still as he fully bottomed out in you, cold body flush against yours.

your body never seemed to be on quite the same page as your mind, and your walls convulsed in spite of the chaos that was your mind, coaxing a soft moan from him.

“you like this,” he muttered, talking to himself. “did you miss me?”

you shook your head, distraught. “i miss levi—you’re nothing like him—”

“wrong answer,” he huffed, punctuating his words with another strong thrust, silencing you as a breath was forced from your throat. “shit—been so long, might not even be able to last.”

you swallowed hard, letting your head hang as you gave in, the steady streams of rain soaking your hair entirely.

“should have etched my name into your body when i was still alive,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the ripple of your ass as your hips connected. “let everyone know you were mine. actually, it’s fine—look below you, aren’t people watching now?”

your eyes popped open, and to your horror your vision focused in on the townspeople below you, looking up and staring, pointing right at you.

he laughed darkly, his familiar, brusque laugh sounding so strange when mixed with zeke’s gravelly voice.

“levi,” you pleaded, fresh, hot tears streaming down your face. “stop this, please. this—this isn’t you, i know it isn’t, it hurts—”

“what do you mean it hurts? i’d never hurt you,” he said, an edge to his voice. his fingers slide from your hip to your clit, rubbing roughly at the sensitive bud, sending mixed signals throughout your entire body.

your body shakes in his hold as your orgasm is forced through you, the overwhelming pleasure conflicting with the pain you felt wringing through your heart. when you’d prayed to some nameless god for nights on end, begging for your lover back—this was not what you had meant.

was this still the punishment you had to face for turning on the world?

your legs went numb, nearly giving out, and your knees buckled against the rough, stone wall—but he caught you. levi would always catch you when you tripped, you suddenly remembered.

“looks like i still remember your body well, dear princess,” he said, his tone cold and mocking, and you were reminded instantly that this was not your levi, that your levi was gone forever. dead, and by your hands.

“gonna let me cum in you?” he asked, his pace bruising and relentless. “that was the one thing we never did, when i was still alive. too afraid of getting caught, weren’t we?”

the blood drained from your face as pangs of fear struck you in the chest.

no—

“stop,” you begged him once more, hoping that now that this had gone on long enough, maybe he’d relent. “no, not that—please, levi—”

“why not? are you going to let someone else do it?” he asked angrily, ramming into you impossibly harder, ignoring your pleas. “fuck—now why would i let that happen? god—you feel so fucking good, gonna cum any minute—”

“levi please—!” you cried. “you’re a knight of paradis, don’t you remember? don’t do this, please—”

“paradis?” he repeated, cumming with a groan, releasing all of his hot, white seed into you, holding your ass flush against him until he was drained of every last drop, letting his cock soften inside you slowly.

“sorry, princess—i only know hell.”

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#tw//noncon #tw//forced orgasm #tw//crying #tw//monsterfucking #levi ackerman smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #aot x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #tw//babytrapping

[mxnjiro]

flesh

this is PART THREE of the FOUR PART HORROR miniseries WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING.

itadori yuuji x reader x sukuna

dynamic // yuuji x fem!reader x sukuna

genre // smut + horror

aged up characters (25+)

heavy nsfw + dc, minors do not interact

part three word count // 12.1k

playlist // spook

header by @dilf-uc​ ;___; <333

WARNINGS FOR PART THREE (heavy, please read)

horror + general cw - graphic imagery, fear, gore, mentions of death, hallucinations, confusion, derealization, warped reality (a big mindfuck)

nsfw cw - dark content heavy. monsterfucking - true form sukuna (3 meters+ tall, four arms, two dicks, mouths everywhere), drowning (not to the point of death), repeated loss of consciousness, breathplay, gore, double penetration (with tongues, then dicks), orgasm delay and denial, drugged sex, extremely dubcon (tagging noncon), body horror, nipple play, blood kink, blood drinking, fear play, pain play (ish), sadism + masochism, masturbation (m), spit kink (heavy), degradation, humiliation, biting (heavy), cervix fucking (ish), gaping, oral (m -> self and m -> f), begging (f), cum eating, clit nipping (?)

A/N

part four is scheduled to drop oct. 16 for the threesome + triple pen + cucking ;>

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[mxnjiro]

ooooh step brother denki ?? he’s a fuckboy, the biggest one you’ve ever met, but never to you. not to his little step sister. you get the version of him all his hookups and girlfriends beg for. he always texts you back, he picks you up from brunch with your friends and sends them all home too, always has a cup of coffee for you ready in the morning. they’re all jealous of you — that’s what he says, when he’s balls deep inside and you’re whimpering. “they’re all just jealous of my best girl. my only girl. i’m yours, okay? promise.”

THIS IS GONNA SEND ME INTO ORBIT.

no bc you get so whiney :((( he spends one night away from you at a party you're not allowed to go to, and you know hes hooking up with other girls. makes you wanna throw a tantrum.

You ignore him for three whole days before hes back in your good graces, teasing the tip of his cock into you while you whine and bite your pillow. "They don't mean anything" he groans into your neck. "None of them have this tight fucking pussy i love so much."

You release your pillow with a gasp when he slides it all inside, "denki-"

"Yeah?" His lips are all over your neck. "Done being mad at me?"

You shake your head even as you clench around him, "no, i hate you- hate you so much, mm-"

"This pussy doesn't hate me" his cock is sliding in and out and the telltale sounds of the bedsprings groaning lowly is filling the room "This pussy loves its big bro so fucking much, fuck-" in and out, in and out. "Always knows how to treat me. Best fucking cunt I'll ever have."

"Come on" he pants into your neck, fucks you harder now so you have to bite his shoulder next to stay quiet. "Don't stay mad at me, baby, please. You're my favorite. Love you so much, gonna give you all cum"

That always makes you crack. "Want your cum, denki, please. Wanna be the only one"

"You are, fuck. You are. The only one-" he kisses you all over as he fucks and fucks and fucks. "Be my sweet little sister and take my milk, yeah? Its all for you. Wanna get my baby sis fucking pregnant someday, with all my fucked up kids"

#literally creaming rn fuck #mxnjiro recs #tw//stepcest

[mxnjiro]

can we bully d**u but also make it sexy?

sorta,,, maybe,,,

WARNINGS : smut, NONCON, manga spoilers, sadistic!izuku, aged up/third year, bullying, asphyxiation, no prep.

For as long as you’ve known, Midoriya Izuku’s been a coward.

Regardless of his selflessness, his annoyingly well-regarded desire to help others—a stupid fucking savior complex, is what that is. Regardless of all of these things, you see him as nothing but a weakling, a try-hard, a poser playing hero.

Given your feelings, you spare him no mercy. Being close friends with Bakugou, the two of you share the same hobby of bullying the nerd, something you’ve done since your first, bright-eyed year at UA. Even now, when you’re all ready to take flight into hero society, adults, yet still contained under the school’s protective roof.

You might be the worst.

But you think he is, too—that’s why you steal every chance you can manage to squeeze through your lithe fingers to squash him, ruin him, crush his very soul with such pointed comments that even Bakugou Katsuki finds himself flinching in response to, at times.

Yeah, you’re the worst. He’s even worse though, for the way he smiles through it, seemingly flinging your threats off his shoulders as though they weigh nothing, forcing you to act more and more belligerently, less and less like the hero you claim to be, hoping that he finally snaps one day.

He does.

But it’s nothing what you expect.

After one god awful comment about how Izuku won’t only fail at being a hero but also in his personal life, how you worded it: nobody will ever love a guy like you. That has him shoving you into the nearest utility closet, fangs bared—is he smiling? Your head spins from the way your head crashed into the wall, so you can’t tell.

But Izuku doesn’t wait around for you, hoists you up into his arms, knees trashing against the hook of his elbows, gasping when he pulls you forward before slamming you back against the concrete surface with a painful heave of your lungs.

“I don’t need anyone to like a guy like me when I have you, hm?”

You’re a bit dizzy still, nodding your head no as your eyes spot over, but then he’s pinning your smaller form against the wall with the weight of his heavy chest, scarred hands twitching in your peripherals with green sparks before he rips your panties right off your body.

A scream bubbles in your throat that he silences with black whip on your throat, your eyes watering in a mix of fear and absolute disdain. How dare a weakling like Deku lay a hand on you? Do this to you? But your fighting gets you nowhere save for balls deep on his cock as he mercilessly impales you over and over again at inhuman speeds.

The force of it all is too much, it isn’t sex, not as you’ve ever known it, no. You fight to even keep your eyes open, too blinded by the way his irises explode, so dark, leering behind intensely bright lightning flashes derived of his quirk.

“Y-You’re—“ You’re gasping, feel as though your skull’s cracked, “You’re the worst!”

It’s weird to see him like this, it’s terribly weird. He quirks a brow and slaps a hand over your lips, grinning when you bite down on the flesh of his palm, “Isn’t that what you love about me?”

His cock throbs between each and every word and you feel absolutely sick, can’t formulate thoughts any longer, but he doesn’t care, “Love that I never flinch when you snap at me, don’t care when you fucking bite.”

“Shut up!”

His reply is quick, “Don’t think you can make me.” He’s disgusting, scraping his teeth along your jaw and back up, breath hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as you force your head away from him, eyes pinched shut, “Don’t think you really wanna.”

He’s the worst. He’s really the worst. He’s way worse than you could’ve ever imagined.

So, then why are you creaming around his cock? Why do you like it?

DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF MY WORKS ON TIKTOK.

#o-oh #for a second i #i forgot how to rbeathe #im so #oh my fucking god #after 10 long months on this god forsaken site i am now officially and irrevocably a deku fucker #ive had it coming for a long time. #who knew it just took some fucking #NONCON to solidify that for me #god i #tw//noncon #mxnjiro recs

[mxnjiro]

anyway *lewds itto immediately*

#YEP!!!!!