Twins separated at birth anon here! I was actually thinking about an AU where the father shows up and is willing to take in one of the babies because he needs a male heir to help retain dynastic control of the family business. His choice falls onto AFO obviously, he only needs one child, and quite frankly the sickly younger twin doesn't look like he'd make it to adulthood. Alternatively the paternity test reveals that he only fathered one of the twins. (In rare cases, a woman can give birth to twins with different fathers. This might be the case for Mrs Shigaraki whose job requires her to have sex with multiple men.) Though he isn't a total asshole and pays Mrs Shigaraki enough money to give birth in a hospital and raise Yoichi for the first few years of his life. Unfortunately she still dies young and the other women working in the red light district have pity on her boy and take turns looking after him. With a pretty face and no education Yoichi eventually ends up becoming a sex worker just like his mom, wheras AFO is groomed to be the perfect successor for one of Japan's oldest family-run businesses. There is still a mark where AFO has grabbed his wrist and the nurses had to separate them by force. I imagine misunderstandings ensure when AFO who cannot forget his other half, has finally found Yoichi.
Not a bad premise 👀
I think that Yoichi would have to be in more unfortunate circumstances to have his ONLY option be sex work, even with no education. Either that or he just enjoys it and wants to do it—though that's less an unfortunate circumstance for him, because I see him capitalizing on it fairly easily, especially if he's surrounded by people who are in the Know™ about the shoulds and should-nots of sex work. So AFO would either come across a desolate sex worker Yoichi in desperate need of rescue, or a relatively well-off experienced sex worker Yoichi....whom AFO would also see as someone in need of rescuing.
Either way, that first meeting should be fun >:3 Yoichi probably assumes all the "little brother" talk is a kink (and would he be WRONG?), and AFO probably takes Yoichi's flirtations not as part of his job, but as a sign that his poor destitute twin has fallen into a terrible sex addiction away from his loving hand and guidance 😔
And then of course they have sex lmao
Nepo Baby AFO then spirits Yoichi away from the red light district, which depending on the route you've taken he could be very happy or very alarmed about, and then sequesters him away in one of his many property houses ^^ Yoichi won't ever have to lift a finger to get food or shelter or love or sex ever again, don't worry, AFO is taking care of everything 💕
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Afofa+blood+smut please
This was more self-indulgent than I intended because I have problems :D Fem AFOFA anyone?
Warnings in the tags!!
AFOFA/Smut/Blood
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Yochimi is fast asleep. Her hair splays over the pillows, streaks of white brighter than moonlight in the darkness, dripping pearl over a bare shoulder as her chest rises and falls in a rhythm Takao will never grow tired of watching. Sometimes Yochimi's brow will furrow, and her chest will rattle with an oncoming cough—then Takao slips a hand beneath that worn tank to press her fingertips to her sister's spine. Her hand flares with light, and Yochimi's breathing eases again.
Takao often watches over Yochimi this way, monitoring her sleep and making sure her illness doesn't wake her. Sometimes, when Takao is too busy to do this, or too tired, or Yochimi too angry with her for some reason or another to allow it; Yochimi wakes with the thick scent of blood in her mouth. Takao tastes it when she sneaks her morning kiss, smells it when Yochimi breathes her sleepy hellos and Taka-nees.
Her little sister is always at risk. Even her own body betrays her.
But Takao is here. She makes sure that Yochimi sleeps well, that her rest is unencumbered by coughing fits and rattling lungs. There are shadows under Takao's eyes, growing darker every day, but Takao bulls her way through the sleepiness. She'll be damned if she lets anything disturb Yochimi's rest; not when her health is already so fragile as it is.
Sometimes even her accumulated meta powers aren't enough, her sister's sickness raging like a storm in the night no matter how many times Takao presses that healing light to the back of Yochimi's lungs. Tissue tears, breathing stutters, blood and spit pool and drip from Yochimi's mouth—
But because of this, Takao knows the smell of blood well. The scent of Yochimi's blood even more intimately.
Takao blinks when Yochimi snuggles deeper under the covers, brow furrowed in sleep. Takao licks the backs of her teeth as that metallic scent taints the air, her own mouth pulling back in a snarl before she realizes that this time, the smell isn't coming from Yochimi's mouth. She pauses, blinking hard, and sweeps in a slow, deep inhale.
It doesn't smell like sickness. It doesn't smell thin and watery, slickened with bile and spit. It smells heavy and thick, and...
Red eyes widen, and Takao immediately slips under the blankets beside Yochimi. Yochimi shivers, making a small, displeased noise that lilts into something else when Takao slips a hand beneath her sleep shorts. Her fingers meet warmth and wetness, more than there should be when Takao isn't making Yochimi cum. When she pulls her hand back her fingers are stained red, nearly black in the darkness.
Takao brings it to her face. Inhales it, tastes it. She hums.
Yochimi curls tighter again, another murmur of discomfort whispering from his lips as she paws unconsciously at her belly. Takao touches her sister's spine again, soothing her lungs—but it doesn't banish the pained furrow of Yochimi's eyebrows. As she thought.
Yochimi, even after hitting puberty, rarely goes through the regular feminine experience of a period. Takao has taken her to various doctors for it, but they all contradicted themselves. One said it was because of Yochimi's sickness, another said that it was because of heightened stress, and one idiot even proposed that Yochimi's habit of coughing up blood was inducing so much blood loss that her body couldn't afford to lose anymore. Fucking imbecile.
Whatever the case, Yochimi bleeding for healthy reasons is irregular. A rarity, even.
Perhaps it's a sign that Yochimi's body is recovering. Perhaps it's just that she feels safer and more relaxed. The thought makes Takao purr.
It might not be anything special at all...but that doesn't stop Takao from enjoying it.
She slips her arm over Yochimi, dipping her fingers into her sister's panties and wetting them from the mess within. The slick heat of Yochimi's blood smoothes the slide of Takao's fingertips as she brings them back up to circle Yochimi's clit. Takao watches, pupils rounding quickly, as the furrow of her sister's brow twitches and morphs from pained to...
Takao presses her smile to Yochimi's pale neck, breathing in her soft, shuddering sigh like heroin. She circles, circles, closer and then further from the center, until Yochimi is breathing quickly and making short, quiet little grunts and whines.
Red eyes trace the flush of a pale ear, the pink expanse of a thin cheek. Yochimi has uncurled, half strewn from her side onto her back with her thighs clamped tight around Takao's hand.
When Takao withdraws her hand, Yochimi squirms.
Curling her tongue around her now stained fingers, Takao shuts her eyes and savors the tang of blood and slick. If Yochimi was awake, she'd scold Takao for being gross, but she doesn't understand. There's nothing her sister could ever do that would be disgusting to her, no part of her that Takao could ever find repugnant. Takao wants every piece of Yochimi, forever. If it were possible, Takao would inhale Yochimi into her lungs, lock her away in the cage of her ribs—that's where the heart is supposed to go, right? Takao often finds it unfair that her own was born outside of her body.
Slipping down further beneath the blankets, Takao gently pushes Yochimi the rest of the way onto her back. She tugs down those cotton sleep shorts and red-stained panties, baring Yochimi's cunt to the muggy air beneath the covers. Takao settles between her sister's legs with a hum, kissing her way across Yochimi's soft thighs and licking up smears of blood as she goes. Yochimi twitches, murmuring, and her knee instinctively pulls closer, up over Takao's shoulder. Purring, Takao presses a kiss to the pretty cunt in front of her face, breathing in the heady scent of iron and arousal.
Yochimi twists again as Takao licks between her lips, cleaning her up like a lion would a cub. Yochimi's back arches when Takao sucks a brief kiss to her clit, hips twitching and hands fisting in the satin sheets as she lets out a weak moan.
She's not awake—not yet. Takao isn't trying to disturb her rest, of course, but she knows that an orgasm or two soothes cramps faster than any painkiller. And it's certainly never a chore for Takao to eat Yochimi out; especially not when she gets to taste the inside of her sister's veins as well as her cunt.
One hand splays over Yochimi's bony hip, the other snaking down to prod beneath Takao's own damp panties. She touches herself idly, moreso to soothe the pulse of arousal than to chase any true release. She hums as she dips her tongue into Yochimi's cunt, grinning against a pelt of blood-stained white curls when she hears Yochimi whine in response.
"Taka-nee," Yochimi breathes, and Takao glances up curiously. But her sister isn't awake.
She calls for her even while unconscious.
More than pleased, Takao fucks her tongue into Yochimi, licking against her inner walls and nosing her clit all while Yochimi's moans rise in pitch and volume. She chases her sister's orgasm like a bloodhound, holding down her hips when they buck. Takao looks up, watching Yochimi's sweet face through the gap in the covers, looking on in fascination as her eyes flutter and her throat bobs with visceral little grunts of animal pleasure.
Yochimi pants, head thrashing, before she locks her thighs around Takao's head and squeals a breathless, "Taka-nee!"
She cums in a physical wave, her body undulating beneath Takao's hands and mouth, and Takao simply licks her through it, holding Yochimi easily in place when she flails too wildly. It's a beautiful sight.
Takao expected Yochimi to have been awoken by her orgasm, but she appears to be wrong. Instead of waking any further, the strength of her orgasm seems to have only deepened her slumber, her face relaxed and her limbs lax and pliable. Yochimi doesn't stir again, letting out a quiet 'mmm' of contentment as Takao leans back and slithers up to wrap herself back around her.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, licking off the excess mess before cuddling close and pressing a loving kiss behind Yochimi's ear.
"Sweet dreams, treasure," Takao muses, satisfied. "I'll certainly be having plenty of my own."
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