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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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surprise! this is as much @strafepanzer’s fault as it is mine okay? she’s an enabler.

tw: fem!reader, dark content, stepcest, perverted behavior, dacryphilia, dubcon (no clear consent but it is not unwanted), fingering, reader cums twice and it’s kind of overstimulation but not really, i use the term “sister-cunt” but they are not biologically related, also this is 2.4k words.

your stepbrother is... odd. he’s tall and lanky with big eyes that curve heavily into the back of his skull with a thick crease above them that lines his eyes in dark contour. he’s got eyes that see everything. eyes that see through clothes. eyes that catch every little glance and every squeeze of your thighs. tendou satori, your stepbrother, is an odd ball through and through.

you notice his oddities immediately. they’re in his gait, in the way he slouches when he stands, in the way he watches without saying anything as you prance about the house. you think he’s strange but there’s something attractive in his strangeness. it’s taboo but you think that if he weren’t your stepbrother, you’d like him.

tendou notices everything. he notices your moods, the way you squeeze your thighs together when he drags out a syllable, the response your body has to the rich tenor tone of his voice. you’re appreciative of it... most of the time because it means he knows when you need silence and when you need that sly familiar grin and cadence of his voice. but it also means there’s no hiding anything from him. he just... knows.

you dismiss his oddities in favor of keeping the peace. you don’t dwell too much... that is... until you can’t ignore it anymore. until he starts getting closer, lingering in the kitchen, watching you in your pajamas. you can feel his eyes on you, the way they trail your figure, undressing you in a discreet, satori-like way.

he is looking. it’s not like satori can help it. you’re pretty and proper. an almost-right big-sister type, even if you and him are the same age. but there’s something innocent in your actions. you fluster easily, catching your fingers in front of you when you are as if to consciously keep yourself from falling apart. it’s sweet.

you’re showering, scrubbing your body with nimble hands, working over the knots in your shoulders with soaped-up fingers. the door opens and you turn to look, eyes wide, hands flying up and then in front of you to protect the little decency you have. tendou is standing there, the doorknob still in his hand and he looks at you. it’s an accident but he lingers for a moment before tilting his head with a small smile.

“sooorry...” he drags it out, his eyes flicking down and then up before he shuts the door. it clicks quietly in his wake.

it was an accident. well, sort of. tendou didn’t expect the door to be unlocked but he figured he’d try... for fun. besides, what he really wanted to ask you about was the shorts on your bed. a little number that you’d set out for after your shower. black with a stripe running up either side of your thighs. they’re comfortable, breathable. you like them. tendou likes them too.

when you step out of the shower, securing the small towel around your frame—your thigh peeking through the gap in it and the underside of your ass exposed to the cool air—and step into your bedroom, he’s sitting on your bed. the shorts dangle from one of his lanky fingers and he looks at you with an inquisitive little smile.

“were you gonna wear these around the house? they’re a little small don’t ya think, sis?” he smiles lightly.

the word sis has such a quality when it comes from his mouth. he knows it and you notice immediately, squeezing your thighs together before you stomp towards him and snatch the shorts from his finger with a huff. he raises his eyebrows, standing up from the bed and raising both of his hands up.

“heeyyyy,” he drones, his eyes half lidded as he starts to step out of the room, “i’m just looking out for you. i’m a man too, y’know.”

you stand for a moment with the shorts gripped in your fingers, unable to chase the image of them dangling from his finger, of the way sis rolled of his tongue so fucking nicely. you can’t help but get off to it that night. it was so hot. sure, that’s taboo but what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.

but satori does know. because he knows everything. he knows what he does to you. he knows the effect his voice has on you and he knows, when he steps up to your door that night, that that soft squelching sound is because of him. so you like it slow, huh?

you can’t find your vibrator so you have to make do with your fingers but satori knows where it is, tucked away in the back of his t-shirt drawer. he also knows that you’re thinking about him calling you a slut while you shove your fingers in your tight sister-cunt.

you make those little shorts your favorite pair. when you wear them, you decide not to wear panties. they always end up in odd places anyway and these shorts feel so nice. they’re breathable, you’re comfortable in them.

tendou can see the way your pussy stick to them though. they draw a dull, rounded line up your slit, collecting so that he can see the outline of you. no pretty panties in the way, just your sticky cunt against the fabric.

he ogles you when you reach for things in the higher cupboards, his arm thrown over the back of the couch. his feet are propped up and his head is tilted while he peers and the plump curve of the underside of your ass. and you know he’s doing it but you don’t say anything. you want it. you want him to look at you.

finally, he decides to do something about it.

“hey, come over here.” he calls from the couch, using one finger to beckon you closer. his voice is light and airy, a rich tenor drone with an inquisitive lilt.

you listen, stepping towards him with a raised eyebrow, waiting expectantly for what he wants.

tendou presses his lips together before licking them. “remember what i said about those shorts being too small?” he raises an eyebrow, his voice half between a chuckle and a question. “you think they’s small enough, sis?”

he drags out the last syllable. it hangs onto his tongue like it doesn’t want to leave his mouth and you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the appeal. you’re trying to hide your arousal, shifting your weight to one hip.

“huh?” you say. it’s dumb. you sound stupid, but it’s all you can manage through your assumption of what he meant.

tendou gives you a small laugh, “come sit.”

you sit beside him on the couch and he gives a little laugh. it’s not malicious. it’s in the same light-hearted way he speaks most of the time and he slinks his eyes across his lower waterline to look at you.

“awww, now you know that’s not what i meant.”

soon enough, he’s got you in his lap, straddling either side of his thighs. tendou watches you, taking his hand and sliding a knuckle down your chest and stomach. it’s slow, dragging along your stomach until he moves his hand to cup your cunt over your shorts

you gasp lightly and tendou looks at you through his eyelashes, checking to make sure you want him like this. he stares for a moment before leaning forward by your neck. you can feel his breath. it’s warm against your skin, crawling down your shoulder and up to your ear.

“you’re not wearing any panties.” he breathes against you, moving his fingers back and forth across your clothed cunt.

you shiver, nodding slightly and he smiles, putting his lips to your neck. satori mouths at the skin there, licking and kissing on the spots that make you gasp. he won’t leave any marks though. he wouldn’t want your daddy finding out. that would ruin all the fun.

tendou moves his cupped hand back and forth across your cunt, listening to the way your breathing picks up with need. he can feel the contour of your pussy, the way you’re sticking to the inside of your shorts like glue. wetness gathers on his fingers through it and he keeps licking at you, tasting the salt on your skin.

then, he raises his hand slightly and slips it under the hem of your shorts, pulling them down in the fort a bit harshly to get easy access. satori slides two fingers through your slit. they collect the moisture between your legs, breaking the tension as you shiver in his lap. tendou sucks in a little breath through his teeth, pressing his fingers to your clit and rubbing gently in circles.

“woooaah... you’re excited,” he chides, maintaining that airy upward lilt to his voice.

you choke a little, trying to hide your embarrassment but he speaks again, bucking his hips up lightly so that you can feel the hard press of his cock against your inner thigh.

“that’s okay...” he drones softly, fingers moving in a slow circle around your clit. “i am too.”

tendou can’t have you getting too embarrassed and running off. he wants to enjoy this. he wants to make you feel good.

he slips one finger into your cunt. it goes in easy. you’re all wet for him, practically dripping into your slutty little shorts. you whine, letting your head fall back as you move your hand to his wrist. he curls his finger forward once and you feel the tendons in his wrist flex with the movement.

his finger is so long. it rubs that spongey spot inside of you easily. he massages over it a few times, seeing how you react and rolling his head forward on his shoulders.

“sensitive girl...” he mumbles under his breath, his finger curling slowly into you until he slips another in.

you feel the stretch this time, screwing your eyes shut, and tendou’s head shoots up so that he can watch your reaction. he keeps his eyes trained on you as he scissors you open with his fingers. nice and slow. he wants to stretch you out so that he can finger fuck you proper. so that you can feel good.

when he finally does curl his fingers, the feeling floods through you like electricity and you arch your back in response. he moves them back and forth inside of you slowly, just feeling the way your insides move against his fingers. he soaks in your warmth while you begin to crumble.

you’ve got your arms on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin through the fabric of his soft cotton t-shirt. he waits until you’re moving your hips with him to pick up the pace. he listens to the cues your body gives that you need more, though the way you’re dripping between your thighs is indication enough.

it’s cute, the way you’re trying to keep quiet. you gasp and squeak softly when he hits a good spot, hips gyrating with the movement of his fingers. you’re worried about daddy coming home and catching you. but tendou’s not. he’s certain he can make you cum long before your—his now—old-man gets home. in fact, he thinks he could have you all fucked out with how sensitive you are if he decided to. tendou knows how to make girls cum. he’s good at it. he’s got long lithe fingers that reach farther than yours could ever hope to.

“feels good?” he asks in a low voice. it’s inquisitive, waiting for a proper answer while he looks up through his lashes, still keeping that same steady and slow pace he heard through your bedroom door.

“y-yeah,” you breathe, choking on your own tongue, “so good.”

tendou gives a pleasant hum and then moves the fabric of your shirt with his nose before biting down on your collarbone. you can feel his incisors. they’re a bit sharp, pressing harshly against the skin. you whimper, taking a deep breath while he works you up nice and slow.

he works you up until your eyes are teary, breath coming quick and airy between little squeaks of your sweet voice.

tendou looks up at you and tilts his head slightly. he’s watching the way you look between the two of you, your brows knit together in concentration and your eyes glassed over.

“getting close, right?” he asks, but it’s not so much of a question as it is a statement. tendou knows you’re getting close. he can feel the way you pulse around his fingers with every curl of his finger.

you nod, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against your shoulders.

“thaaaat’s right... yeah, you are.”

you whimper, heat pooling and swirling in your lower stomach. you feel the head rush coming on, the way it clouds your mind as pleasure takes over your body. he picks up the pace again and you choke. he does it slowly so that you can keep your rhythm. you whine, moving your hips faster with him now, desperate as you feel the wave in the pit of your stomach begin to crest.

it swells in you and tendou smiles. it’s all for his pretty new sister. all to make you feel good.

you drip down his knuckles as you climb closer. heat pooling across your cheeks as you climb and climb. then, you swell and crash.

you cum hard on his fingers and he keeps the same pace through it. you bury your face in his neck, trembling at the overwhelming feeling. your voice comes loud, a whine and then a choking sound into his shoulder as you hold your hands secure around his neck. the tears come with the orgasm. it’s intense and they swell on your waterline and then pour over in soft drops.

“that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it. come on. cum, cum, cum, cum, cum.” he coaxes you through it with an eager voice.

you can hear the squelching sound between you and you let out a low, sobbing groan as you ride it out. the sound of your arousal is loud and rings in your ears with a sick slapping sound his palm makes as it comes into contact with your clit.

towards the end of your orgasm, he picks up the pace, drawing it out further. he prolongs your pleasure just long enough for you to crest and come again, body shaking as he slows the pace to a gentle curl until he comes to a stop.

he leaves them there for a moment, feeling the way your soaking sister-cunt pulses around him in even thumps until it slows to an occasional pump. then, he slides them from your cunt easily.

you stare down for a moment, breathing heavily with your forehead on his shoulder and tendou tilts his head down to look at you. his eyes are low-lidded, that heavy crease seeming to add to the way they seem sleepy and half closed. against your right thigh, you can feel the wet spot from the mess he’s made of himself, but he maintains his composure.

then, tendou leans forward quickly and licks the tears from your jaw to your cheek with a flat tongue. you pull your head up, looking at him through glassy eyes. his lips quirk up a little in the corners with that small, cheshire cat grin. it’s even more cunning through the blush across his cheeks.

then, tendou leans forward and places his first, chaste kiss to your lips. it’s salty.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader smut #tendou smut #tendou satori smut #ANYYYWAYYY #I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 3:30 IN THE MORNING LOL #I LOVE HIM SOOOO BAD I WANT HIM #tw: dark content #tw: dacryphilia #tw: dubcon #<- just in case #[ 📕 – writing ]#BYEEEEE #tendou drabble #tw.stepcest

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critgoblin · 2 years

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i just finished my first watch-through of dimension 20 fantasy high, and man—all i want to talk about is riz gukgak and his bloody hands.

riz and his bloody hands. his white-knuckle grip on control. little freakazoid insomniac wound too tight. “i’m a harsh guy,” he says, but he’s got so much of a heart in him that he leaps into hell to save his father and charges blindly off into the nightmare king’s forest to save the world. he’s a harsh guy, but his greatest fear in the world is being left behind by his friends.

i love watching brennan and murph. because brennan is truly an extraordinary dm, and murph is THE plot-hound player. his characters move forward, ever forward, only ever onward. riz cannot sit still, he cannot lay fallow. the three days they’re aboard a ship in the open ocean, he wigs out and spends it spiraling below deck. he cannot relax. not even for a second, not even to sleep. because if he does--what? what will happen to him? what will happen to the teenage goblin kid with no father?

riz and his bloody hands.

and brennan knows murph well enough that he knows how to turn that into a character beat. he pits riz’s drive for knowledge against him. you love the truth. you seek it so much that you cut your hands upon the insides of crystals. what a metal and underrated line. because riz would destroy himself for the truth. he can’t handle anything less. he’s like one of those dogs that chews its own paws to shreds if it doesn’t have a job to do. it’s always the next mission and the next job and the next adventure. no time for slowing down because the world is perpetually ending and there’s only so much one little goblin can do on his own--even if he never sleeps. there’s no time for slowing down because if he has a moment - even a moment! - to breathe, to rest, what would he do with it? what does riz have, if it isn’t the mission? what does he offer the world, if it isn’t his brain and his bullets and his bloody hands?

at the end of the day, riz gukgak is just an empty little kid in a room full of empty mirrors. he’s just the kid who sleeps clutching his sword. that’s why kalina preys on him the way that she does. she’s the queen of masks and reflections. she sees right through to the fear inside of riz--that he isn’t good enough, that he is nothing more than some kid playing detective who gets his friends hurt. she toys with him, but i imagine she also sees some of herself inside of him. they are both in their own ways, empty shells.

and of course, the ironic truth is that riz is far from empty. truth-seeker, paranoid, whip-smart and frantic, riz tries so hard. he tries so hard that he dies for it. he’s the reason for their little team you know, he’s the instigator. he went after penny, and he went after the nightmare king, and he will keep going and going and going, tearing his hands open again and again and again until he gives out. the ironic truth is that riz has one hell of a heart on him, and it beats him bloody. it drives him forward, ever and onward. it will not let him rest, and so he will never feel how big it is. how much space it takes up inside him. how un-empty he truly is.

all he has are his hands, and they do not stop bleeding.

#sorry but i fucking love him so much #i wanted him to take a level in paladin after meeting his father soooo badly #but that would mean admitting he's got more inside of him than empty mirrors and cracked palimpsests #riz gukgak #dimension 20 #fantasy high #the bad kids #dimension 20 meta #riz gukgak meta

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