#tw; selfcest

[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 3BEDO SANDWICH !  

FROM: albedo, rubedo, fellbedo / reader

SUBJECT: you’re back home in mondstadt, and your three very identical, yet so different, lovers have come to welcome you back. in their own special way, of course ♡

(4some, selfcest, reader is referred to as they/them but has a cóck, overstimulation, overuse of heart lmao, made this sound like a doujinshi, rimming, nipple play, anál séx, humping, anál fingering, 3way kiss, you fuck all three of em) 

You don’t know how normal it is for having a relationship with three boys who look exactly the same. 

You’d like to add that they’re also essentially the same, especially the first two, but you think Rubedo wouldn’t like that. Given his past and the inferiority complex he still displays towards the ‘perfect’ copy, it’d be best for you not to say anything like that at all. And, well, they’re really only the same in genetic makeup and looks… not so much in personality at all.

“I’m back!” You call into the cavern, slinging your backpack onto a nearby chair. It’s the same old books and shelves, potions boiling on the alchemy kit, and the half-done painting on the canvas. A familiar face pops from behind the makeshift bed you set up before, his teal eyes blinking widely at you.

You smile, immediately knowing who else could be behind that sweet and naive look. “Hello, Fell,” you coo, opening your arms wide to invite him. He springs right into them, nuzzling his face into your chest and wrapping his arm around your torso. You laugh slightly, combing his fluff hair.

“[Your Name],” he almost whines. “You were gone for so long… Didn’t think you’d come back at all.”

Ah. Fell’s pout pulls at your heartstrings, and a silent apology is given in the form of a tighter hug. To think you’re now this affectionate towards the Cryo Whooperflower that had posed as Albedo and attacked you and the Traveler before. He did try to kill the two of you and some others, but now that you know better, as he was just fulfilling the orders given to him by his creator. 

“Oh? Look who came back,” a biting voice snarks from behind you. You turn to look and see the other two enter the camp, as well as the glare from the red-tinted one as he crosses his arms at you. Speaking of creators, Rubedo’s eyes hold you in disdain as his scowl deepens. “You think you can just leave one moment and come back just like that, no consequences whatsoever? Who do you think you are?”

“Ru,” you sigh. “I’ve been sending letters to you guys while I was in Liyue. It’s not like I forgot about you guys.” Fell seems to hug you even tighter, so you soothe his pale blonde locks once again.

“Is that so? Then why haven’t I gotten any of them?” 

“Albedo?” You look at the last remaining homunculus, furrowing your brow in confusion. “Did you not give Ru or Fell any of my letters?”

“So you mail him but not me or Fell? This is blatant favoritism.”

“You’re not even a citizen of Mondstadt,” you pointedly state. “You don’t have an address to mail to.”

“I didn’t,” Albedo finally answers your question. He picks up the mentioned letters from his bag and waves it in the air as if nothing happened. “They never asked. You never told me.”

You sigh deeply, already feeling tired even on your first day back in Mondstadt. You know that’s not the case, if the sly smile he hides behind the mail is anything to go by. Calm and collected the Chief Alchemist may always seem, he had always been a tad possessive and jealous. The others are too, but Albedo’s position in life gives him advantages like the one right now.

Rubedo clicks his tongue at his copy. “Fell, let’s go. It’s clear these two don’t want anything to do with us.”

“H-Huh?” Fell cocks his head in confusion. “But I don’t wanna…”

“C’mon now, Ru.” You stretch a hand towards him, inviting him ito your arms too. “What if I make this up to you, hm? All of you.”

He huffs. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think you can just seduce me like that.”

“Ngh— Ah, f-fuck ♡”

The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the cavern as you plunge your thick length into Ru’s warm ass over and over again. Muffled moans flutter from his mouth as he grips onto the sheets for some sort of stability, but it’s hard when you keep pushing his head down so you can fuck even deeper into him.

“Heh,” you snicker, seeing Ru’s dazed eyes while he helplessly moans like a slut. “How’s this for an apology, hm?”

Your words seem to snap him out from his mindless state, as his eyes suddenly focus and narrow back at you. “Y-you think that just ‘cause you’re good at s-sEX” —his voice cracks when you grind ito the part you know he loves so much— “that warrants forgiveness from me?”

“Well, Albedo and Fell seem to think so.”

Behind you, Fell humps his cock on your ass, mindlessly panting as he plays with his nipples. With no thoughts other than sex, he’s heedless of the drool coming from his lips. He flicks the tiny little nubs, puffy from the sessions you would endlessly torture them. Every flick and twist sends electricity through his body, spurting more precum on your ass until you’re absolutely dripping with it. Is this even pre anymore? you think, but your thoughts are cut off when the tip teases your entrance.

“F-Fell…” Your legs stutter, accidentally pushing deep into Ru. Surprised by the sudden change of rhythm, his legs kick the air, his back arching as he tries to welcome every inch you’re giving. “Y-You wanna… heh, you wanna come inside?”

Fell whines, a positively beautiful sound. He embraces you, nodding into your skin and looking up at you with teary eyes. “Wanna fuck you… wanna come inside…”

“Hngh, [Your Name]~ ♡“ The needy little one who’s currently bucking his hips as you finger his ass hasn’t stopped begging and whining for you ever since this fucking session started. “Deeper ♡ Fasterrr ♡ O-Oooh~♡” Albedo shudders when you curl your fingers into that spot and pump them harder. “Th-That’s it, haah, more of that, please!” 

You grin. “Poor thing, you’re absolutely debauched. Missed me that much?” 

Albedo nods while he continues to match the rhythm of your fingers. “Missed you, ah, so, so much ♡ Touched myself while I read your letters… Didn’t want the others to find out, so I hid it from them.” At this revelation, you pull your fingers out, and his eyes go wide at the emptiness. “Wh- What are you doing…? Don’t pull away, please. Need it, need it, need it…”

You slap his ass, the sound so sudden and hard it makes the others flinch. Albedo bites back his sob by stuffing his mouth with his fist. You massage the reddening flesh, looking at him disappointedly. “Bad boy… So you mean to say that you came all over my letters? Letters that I wrote for all three of you? The ones that don’t even have a trace of sex in them? Is sex really all that you can think of?” 

Albedo nods again, teary eyes silently pleading you for mercy. The slap that comes next burns even more, but a trickle of cum spurts from his hard cock anyway, and a muffled squeal comes from behind his fist.

Rubedo pins the huffing mess beside him with a judging look. “Did you really come all over their letters?” He pathetically nods, and Ru sighs. “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you never showed it to Fell and I, then.” 

Fell peeks out from over your shoulder, pouting a bit. “I… I still would’ve liked to have read [Your Name]’s letters.”

“Don’t worry.” You kiss Fell on the cheek. “You’ve got plenty of time to read it later. For now,” you smile innocently at Albedo and Ru, but the dark look sends shivers up their spine. “I think you’re talking too coherently for my liking. Fell,” you look over and bend, opening up your slick entrance for him. “Would you like to fuck me?” 

“Y-Yes! Haha, m-more, fucK! Give it to me!” Fell, obedient and docile as ever, follows your request thrusting faster and deeper into you. Albedo rides on your dick, his cock wagging back and forth as he desperately plunges himself over and over again on your length. Ru’s asshole puckers temptingly over your head while you lazily finger him. 

You swirl a tongue over his dick, kissing and only sucking only the tip while he licks and kisses yours everytime Albedo raises his ass. Your cum oozes out of Albedo’s hungry hole, giving him more to feed on as his lips hungrily search your cock for more.

“Haah…” Albedo looks down at his lookalike, blush all over his face. He can see the bulge protruding from his belly at this angle, as well as the erotic expression Rubedo has as he laps up your cum. “I–I can see your tongue… ♡” 

“What about it?” Ru raises a brow, looking up at him. “Want it on yours too?” 

Thoughts rush through Albedo’s mind, but he can barely process any of them as his mind only screams for more of that sweet, sinful sex. He nods, biting his lip as he stretches his asshole even wider. He leans back and looks at his ‘older brother’ pleadingly.

“Fuuck,” Ru groans. He licks a stripe up your dick and then dives right into the fluttering asshole. The blood rushes to his head as he tongue fucks Albedo together with your cock. He grips Albedo’s thighs tightly, spreading them out even more so he can have better access, and hungrily slurps everything right up.

“[Your Name]...” Cute little Fell whines from beneath you, his hands groping your chest as he continues to thrust right into you. Attention-seeking and needy, he guides your face to look at him. He plants a sweet kiss, one that doesn’t quite fix the messy sex you’re having now, and looks up at you lovingly. “M-Mail me too on your next trip, okay? You– You can mail it to the Dragonspine camp below… I’ll pick it up. Please?”

You giggle, kissing and moaning into his mouth as his length continues to pound away. “I’ll do that next time. Promise.”

His small smile makes your heart flutter, less in the hot and passionate way, but more of the innocent love type of way. “I’ll hold you to that. Ru was really anxious when you were gone… He tried to keep it down so that he wouldn’t worry me, but… but I could tell.”

“Sounds like him.” You plant a kiss, sweeter than the one before, and pull away. “I’ll make it up to you guys while I’m back in town.”

Fell sobs into Ru’s lap, his mind in overdrive as you overstimulate him with his fourth round of orgasm. His toes curl as you press harder into his ass, lost in the stimulation yourself. You know the limits of your lovers, so you press onward anyway. You’re too mindless right now to even care.

“R-Ru!” Fell sobs, staring pleadingly up at his creator. “T-Too much! [Your Name]’s too much! Tell them to slow d-dOWN!” He yelps when Albedo twists his nipples, and he grips Ru’s thighs even harder. “Ngh, ah, s-stop…! C-Can’t think anymore… Mm, ah ♡”

Ru only chuckles, stroking his counterpart’s hair soothingly. Most of the huffiness from you being away is now gone, having been thoroughly fucked by you, and he’s back to his calmer self. Ru usually matched Albedo’s temperament, though he had always been more prone to irritation. Now Ru was back to his calmer self. “You’re gonna be fine,” Ru coos. “It’s not like you need to think much, anyway. Now that [Your Name]’s back in town, we all know that all you’ll be thinking about is hogging their ass to yourself, right?”

“That’s not– ah!– That’s not t-true! I share [Your Name] with you guys too!”

“If I may intrude,” Albedo’s breath whispers on Fell’s sensitive ear, making him jolt in shock. “Last they were back from Sumeru, we had to keep your mouth in a muzzle so you can stop waking [Your Name] up on your tongue every day.”

Fell whines pathetically, blush covering his cheeks in shame. “I couldn’t help myself… I just missed them so much!” He throws a pitiful look at you, begging for your saving. “Y–You understand, right, [Your Name]? I love you that much, that’s why!”

“Mm, I don’t know,” you chuckle, giving your lovers a sly smile. “Don’t remember much of that at all. Care for a reminder?”

Ru shakes his head, but the fond if not mischievous smile is present on his face. “So insatiable,” he tuts, but he nevertheless reaches for your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “Maybe Fell will take you on that offer.”

“Oh, he will. Maybe even more,” Albedo chimes in, joining the mess of tongues as he clutches at your ass. The three of you suck and fuck each other’s tongues, the excess drool and spit dripping onto the red and throbbing cock down below. 

Gosh, he didn’t know that a three-way kiss could make him this turned on. He tacks that on to the list of the things he wants to do with you while you’re still here. 

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #albedo smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #fellflower #rubedo #genshin impact albedo #nite.writes #tw: selfcest

[rius-cave]

Let's be real Adam would fuck his clone

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #adamsapple #guitarduck #riu art #selfcest tw

[npdbenrey]

their ship name is garten of banban and i hope they die

#hlvrai #half life #this is technically selfcest and that makes it way better #benban #tw yaoi

[rapturekiwi]

I was able to fashion my dreams And build this winter wonder world

#my art #my artwork #simon petrikov #simon petrikov fanart #the winter king #tw possible eyestrain #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #I AM ANTI SELFCEST BTW #DONT MENTION THAT SHIT ON MY POSTS ITS A TRIGGER #All of yall need to mark your fuckin selfcest btw its gross and it keeps appertaining on my tl #because people dont mark it

[ritsusstuff]

plural mob with a twist (selfcest)

#wowie these were funnn yayayayyayayy #moreso sketches then anything else but eh #also sorru last one is like. so low effort #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #mp100 fanart #ritsu kageyama #mob #plural mob #selfcest #shigeo x mob fans where r u #also the hair idea was inspired by isa-ah u should go follow them they make great content #tw f slur #teruki hanazawa #doodles #my art

[mhathotfic]

I’m I going too far when I say I’m thinking about a threesome between Bakugou, Fem!Bakugou, and the reader?

Some type of quirk incident that created a female clone of him with his memories and feelings.

She fully intends to take his girl because she has memories of you being hers, but doesn’t know how it actually feels to have you so she needs to fix that

And he knows what she’s trying, he is her, only difference is he already has you, so sharing your pussy with chick him only allows him to know one thing, that no matter what it’s ultimately only him that can make you cum until you can’t anymore.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #tw selfcest #genderbend #fem!bakugou

[lyss-butterscotch]

lyss im being fucking serious suns selfcest is more likely than pebbles selfcest. take refuge in that if you will.

Idk if theyre tumblr sexyman enough for that but i hope this contributes to it (sorry in advance everyone who has the displeasure of seeing this in their dash /hj)

#moon might be too bby to be sexyman #but suns certainly isnt #properly doing the vampire suns peompt for this #kinda disappointed cuz they seem so calm lmao #nit like internally insane #but im so against pebbles selfcest #that im willing to fan another fire to distract people from it #rain world #gijinka #my art #seven red suns #rw seven red suns #tw blood #rw crossover #lyss art

[funkily]

kingship (rentheking/rk) board for TWO SEPARATE ANONS LMAO . hello kingship nation !!!!!!!

art by reverendsus !

💎💎💎|💛💛💛|🩸🩸🩸

#i forgot about them guys i will fully admit #so sorry #rendog #<- his tag can live with this #diamond stim #blue stim #crown stim #gold stim #sunglasses stim #blood stim #blood tw #red stim #axe stim #sharps tw #stimboard #stimboards #funkboard #os' selfcest adventures

[typhoon-lab-rat]

I... I got bored

#toontown corporate clash #dave brubot #tawney c. esta #Cathal Ray Toby Bravecog #mundie mudsnapper #Kilo Kidd #misty monsoon #Prethinker #buck ruffler #flint bonpyre #benjamin biggs #Barry Brief #Courtney Case #chip revvington #graham ness payser #prester virgil #tw selfcest

[hmshermitcraft]

King Ren from Hermitcraft and King Ren from the life series are two very, very different beasts. A dog can play fight, chew on toys, smile when you pet it. A hound will snap your bones with it’s teeth, lash out at those it deems enemies, and it knows no bounds. Blood soaked & matted fur verses clean and freshly washed.

Still. Game recognizes game. No matter how different they can be, they’ll still be pack mates.

They clash. They clash often. But they always come back to each other in the end. They understand each other in a way nobody else can: the pressures of royalty; the sting of betrayal and heartbreak.

Their blood smells the same.

#hermitshipping #ask #ren tag #rencest #selfcest #mod 🎀 #violence tw #blood tw

[selfcestmovies]

Deuces Kate Bishop x Yelena Bishova Wordcount: ~1500 Warnings: angst, jealousy, selfcest, ANGST, emotions, communication issues, SO MUCH ANGST

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Yelena Belova wasn't the best girlfriend in the world, she had come to realize lately. It wasn't as if she didn't adore Kate Bishop with all her heart... but Yelena knew herself to be more comfortable at a distance, even in a relationship. It didn't start too frequent, but Yelena caught herself putting up barriers. When Kate wanted to plan a date night, Yelena might feign disinterest, even though the idea excited her. When Kate would want to spend all day together in bed, Yelena would joke that she was being clingy.

Yelena didn't know why she acted this way, necessarily. Perhaps she wanted Kate to feel more dependent on her for approval. Perhaps Yelena could recognize a good thing, and deep down, she didn't know if she deserved it.

It was unfair to Kate, but the pattern didn't stop. Yelena knew that Kate wasn't going anywhere — and if anything, that thought gave her fewer reasons to break the harmful cycle. Kate had few friends and even fewer romantic interests. Yelena was her "one and only."

Until she wasn't.

Kate and Yelena had bumped up against magic-users in their missions together, but this time was different — this time, Kate kept a souvenir: an amulet that would let her temporarily "duplicate" herself into two identical bodies.

Yelena was impressed by the artifact, and so, typical for her, she had to say something snide to the archer. "Good, now you have somebody to spend time with instead of nagging me all day long, Kate Bishop."

Kate took her seriously. The next time Yelena rebuffed her for a date night, Kate used the amulet and spent time with herself instead. Yelena rolled her eyes when Kate told her the next day.

"It was actually pretty fun," Kate admitted with a coy smile. "We have all the same likes and dislikes. She's easy to talk to."

Yelena held back her laughter. Kate was practically spending time talking to herself in the mirror, for all Yelena cared. It felt simple and harmless, and a little pathetic. Yelena didn't say as much out loud, though — she just let the "Kates" have their fun, trusting that they would tire of the novelty soon enough.

But the weeks went on. Kate spent more and more time using the amulet: she'd conjure a double of herself to run multiple errands in the same afternoon, or to lend a helping hand on challenging missions, or even for casual company at home. Kate would always update Yelena, too, and it seemed all fine and dandy. Kate was giving herself emotional support that Yelena had passed on... so, all in all, it was a innocent system. They were all happy.

But then why was Yelena feeling... jealous? Was that possible? Kate was just spending time with *herself* after all — there was nothing to be jealous of, really. She couldn't tell if the Kates were being simply naive and earnest when they'd send photos of the two acting cute and flirty, or when Kate would tell stories of giving herself a back rub, or cuddling with the clone for movie nights. Was Kate trying to drive Yelena crazy with envy, or was Kate just earnestly compatible with herself — and Yelena was making something out of nothing?

Yelena knew she should have just communicated her feelings. She should have said "I miss you" or "I wish you'd spend time with me, instead" — but true to her form, she doubled down. She made the worst possible move to drive a deeper wedge into the problem:

"You should sleep with yourself, Kate. I'm serious. I bet it would feel amazing."

Kate was fully taken aback. The thought hadn't crossed her mind in the least. "Wait, really? Wouldn't that be, like, cheating on you?"

Yelena couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "No, it would be fine. Actually I encourage it," she lied through her teeth. Every word of it stung, but she couldn't help herself. It felt impossible to tell Kate the truth: that Yelena wanted all Kate's attention and affection to herself. That she loved her. Instead, she smiled and egged her on. "Do it, I dare you."

Kate made it clear that taking things that far with the clone would be unlikely. Yelena was relieved, knowing she didn't have anything to worry about. For a week or two, the envy seemed to settle. Kate was still hers, but Yelena took all the wrong lessons away from the close-call. The barriers became more glaring. She teased Kate for making sweet gestures. She didn't say "I love you" back when prompted. She made plans to go out with friends to make Kate jealous — to push her away, senselessly, even more than she did before. Yelena hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop. It was toxic.

Kate was at home that evening, knowing that Yelena was out having fun without her. She summoned the double.

"Glad you're here," she whispered.

"I know," the double replied — they always agreed, always shared the same thoughts. "I feel the same."

The biggest thought remained unspoken: maybe Yelena's suggestion was right. Maybe it would feel good to sleep with herself. Kate hadn't been able to shake the thought — and now, feeling like she needed comfort and touch, with Yelena so far away...

"We could try it," the double whispered.

"We could."

They agreed to start with just kissing, which was bizarre at first. Each Kate vied for dominance in the exact same way, mirroring the others motions subconsciously. They giggled, then tried again, and again, until they could get it right. It was different than kissing Yelena.

"We feel softer," Kate whispered into her clone's lips before pinning her to the futon and upping the pace. "Yelena was right..."

"...this is amazing," she completed the other's thought before opening her mouth wide and letting herself give in. "We're going all the way?"

The other Kate nodded and began kissing across Kate's cheek, then to her neck. "I'm game if you are," she hummed against Kate's skin. "I can't deny... this is really fucking hot."

Kate was already lifting her clone's shirt up over her head, diving in with hands and lips against her chest, indulging to her fullest against the mirror image of her own body. She was so wrapt up in the sheer joy and ecstasy of the moment that she couldn't hear her phone ringing from across the room.

Yelena had realized her mistake. She regretted every ounce of feigned disinterest and deliberate neglect that she had cast towards Kate over the months... and she was panicking. That evening, the jealousy had returned like a tsunami. Why did she have a sudden feeling in the pit of her gut that she was loosing Kate in this very moment — that the love of her life was slipping through her fingers.

Yelena was halfway to Kate's place when Kate finally texted her back: "Taking your advice and having some fun with myself ;) Text you tomorrow."

Yelena's heart split in her chest. By the time she got home, her cheeks were stained with tears and her mind was flooded with the image of Kate being with another woman. It didn't matter that it was herself. Yelena regretted all that she had done to lead to this point. She needed to turn a new page. She needed to tell Kate how she felt.

Yelena arrived early to Kate's apartment with breakfast the next morning. Kate emerged from the bedroom, hair messed, lips swollen, and gave Yelena a sweet kiss. Moments later, the other Kate followed.

"You're still split," Yelena tried to hide her emotions.

The Kates giggled. "We've merged and split a few times since last night," they explained, casting flirty glances at one another, clearly eager to get each other undressed yet again.

Yelena swallowed her pride. "Then I'll say this to you both, Kate Bishop." She told them everything. Yelena told them how much they meant to her — how madly in love she was. How she had always pushed the people away that she cared about. How she had felt jealousy over Kate's bond with the double. How she should never have encouraged them to sleep with each other. How much it hurt to realize that it had finally happened — and that Yelena had wished she had been honest with herself sooner.

They cried — all three of them. Eventually the Kates merged back into one and gave Yelena a deep, soulful hug.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Kate apologized fully for what she did, but Yelena pushed back. "You did nothing wrong. First of all, I encouraged it, and second of all it was just you being with you, I shouldn't have been jealous. It's natural."

Kate blushed just thinking about it. "You're not mad?"

Yelena shook her head.

"Because," Kate pulled out the amulet and slid it across the table towards Yelena. "I think it might be your turn to give it a whirl."

#bishova #angst #kate bishop #yelena belova #fake movie poster #selfcest #ai art #wlw #mcu #mcu headcanons #yelena x kate #kate x yelena #bishova angst #tw: angst #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #fanfic #hailee steinfeld #florence pugh

[jellyfish-grave]

Today's Rain Code sketches!!! Another OC i created today and a makoyuma kiss cuz the tag dearly lacks one

#in which shinigami becomes a big sis not clickbait #camma the drawer #rain code #rain code spoilers #tw selfcest #makoyuma #makoto kagutsuchi #yuma kokohead #im inSANE #also how tf is it possible im only drawing my fav master detective now #halara nightmare #raincode #rain code shinigami #i assumed every god of death would be called the same. so idk what to call this new oc #ill try and make spirtes for my two ocs #as well as a lore post. maybe #i care them. #cam ocs #Loïc Morsea #shinta shinigami #shinigami shinta

[shig-a-shig-ah]

ONE, TWO, WRECKED.

You talk Shigaraki into giving you a show with a double of himself, and he winds up testing his limits in tantalizing new ways. 

» pairing: Shigaraki Tomura² x afab!reader » word count: 4.5k » notes: This fic is my entry for @dabisqueen​‘s Holy Trinity collab. Hope y’all enjoy--I put my whole pussy into this. » contains: gn!pronouns, switch!Shigaraki, threesome, selfcest, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, double penetration (Shigaraki receiving), simultaneous orgasms. 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror

"Wait."

"What?"

"Is this really how you start?"

"How am I—how are we supposed to start?"

"I don't know. I guess I expected some buildup or something before you jumped right into it."

You probably shouldn't have expected that—shouldn't be at all surprised that Tomura had gone straight to stripping. You know he's done this before—more frequently and thoroughly than he's let on, you suspect—but he still seems eager to get it over with, is clearly embarrassed by the position you've talked him into, kneeling on your bed with another version of himself only two feet away. They're both shirtless, hands paused halfway through the motions of undoing their pants. The only difference between them is that Tomura—the real one—huffs at your comment.

"It's jerking off, not making love or some shit. It doesn't need foreplay."

"Is that why we used to catch you limping around?"

"Shut up," he grumbles, but the way his cheeks heat up make you think there's more truth to your statement than he wants to admit. He glares resignedly between you and his double. "What were you thinking?"

You'd been intent on just watching them to start—that's half the point, after all, is what you'd spent weeks and weeks talking Tomura into after learning just how he used to abuse Twice's Quirk before you came along. In this case, though, it seems easier to show than tell. So, you scoot forward from where you've been sitting. Lean in to kiss him, soft and slow, teasing at his lower lip with your tongue before you pull away and turn to his clone, repeating that motion as Tomura watches on.

Then you sit back on your heels, gesturing between the two of them. Tomura's eyes widen when he gets what you're suggesting, and you pout at him before he can argue.

"C'mon, you promised me a good show."

"Fine," he mutters, shifting a little closer to his other self. It's wearing the same unenthusiastic expression, has the same pink flush to its cheek, but the half-formed bulges in their pants make it clear they're not quite as averse to this as they're acting.

Still, neither of them see to know where to start. They pause with a few inches of space between them, hands hovering uncertainly as twin pairs of red eyes scan their respective shirtless forms, Adam's apples bobbing as they both swallow hard.

Then Tomura is letting out an impatient breath and leaning in, stiffly pressing his mouth to his double's.

They're hesitant movements at first, Tomura's eyes falling closed—largely, you suspect because he simply doesn't want to stare at himself as cracked lips explore cracked lips in entirely perfunctory fashion. You don't complain about that lack of enthusiasm, though; there's something tantalizing about the sight despite the reluctance, or maybe even because of it. Your skin is already starting to grow warm as you watch on.

That heat only worsens when Tomura's lids finally blink open so he can peer at you from the corner of his eye. Crimson irises scan over you, his brow knitting just the slightest, obviously not missing the way you've already grown flustered by the act before you.

For all his reservations, that must be enough encouragement for him. A second later his lips are curving into a devious smirk and he's reaching one hand up to yank at his double's hair, kissing it harder. His teeth nip at its lip as its eyes widen momentarily, and then it's returning that treatment, mirroring Tomura's self-satisfied expression as it tips its head to watch your reaction.

Your breath catches when their tongues lap out, escalating to sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, grunts and groans periodically punctuating the sounds of panting as their hands start to wander, yanking at tufts of white hair one moment and reaching to grope at their now-prominent arousals the next. When the double's hand finally slips beneath the waistband of Tomura's pants, Tomura's hand fists at its hair, guiding its lips roughly to his neck and turning his head to look at you, letting out a hiss when the clone sinks its teeth into his sensitive throat.

"This what you wanted?" he asks you, tone entirely self-satisfied despite his heavy breathing. He keeps his eyes locked on yours when he shoves his pants down a little, revealing the erection gripped tight in his double's hand. Then he's working the double's pants down too. Its own arousal hangs heavy, flushed at the tip and twitching slightly every time Tomura's fingers tighten in its hair.

You nod in response to his question. There's an ache growing between your legs now, your thighs clenching and wetness pooling, your hand lifting to tease at your breast through the fabric of Tomura's shirt, the only thing covering you besides the thin cotton of your underwear. You whimper quietly as you pinch and tug at one nipple.

Tomura's smug expression only worsens at that sight, and more still when his free hand works between his respective bodies. He shifts a little closer to the other version of himself, maneuvering until he manages to trade his double's grip for his own, taking them both in hand. The sound of dual groans fills the room when he starts to stroke them together. It's followed by his double's head lolling back, hips bucking into that grip, a hiss of breath slipping past its lips every time Tomura swipes his thumb over their glistening tips.

Your tongue traces over your bottom lip as your hand slips between your thighs, teasing yourself through the fabric of your underwear. For a moment, that's all there is—the heady sight before you and the faint sounds of the Tomuras grunting and whining as they continue their ministrations, teeth nipping at identical patches of pale skin as they rut into a single large fist, both sets of crimson eyes constantly surveying your response.

It's not long before Tomura grows impatient with the performance, though, until he obviously wants something more than this display that's largely for your benefit. Then he's releasing his grip and fisting at his double's hair instead, unceremoniously shoving its head down towards his flushed erection.

His double doesn't complain. Only shoots you another one of those cocky looks before obediently extending its pink tongue to drag along the underside of Tomura's length, hand tugging at its own cock. It swallows Tomura down, and he swears under his breath.

Tomura tangles both hands in his double's hair. Hunches his shoulders as he starts to piston his hips, spit-slicked cock working in and out from between scarred lips as the clone sputters and gags but never stops accepting that length without complaint. When a tiny whimper slips from you as you watch, Tomura's eyes gleam, mouth splitting into a grin as he eyes your hand still toying with your clit through your underwear.

"Tired of just watching yet?" he taunts breathily.

You nod. Scramble onto your knees and forward to kiss him again, more heatedly than you had before. His tongue laps at your own, his groans filling your mouth as his double continues its efforts, and then Tomura is swearing.

"Fuck," he hisses, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away. One of his arms wraps around your waist, his other hand still holding tight to his double's hair as he falls back against the mattress, repositioning you all so quickly it's hard to follow. One moment he's kneeling, his chest pressed to yours, and the next he's on his back, tugging you to straddle his face.

You're sure it's no accident how he's positioned you, either, facing his feet, where you can see the other version of him settling again between his thighs, its mouth still working over his cock with practiced expertise. Your clothes are gone before you know it, too, flushed skin and damp cunt fully exposed as dust falls against the sheets.

Tomura wastes no time availing himself of your heated sex. His tongue parts your slick folds and works its way greedily inside you, probing at your walls until you're gasping and grinding against his face, desperate for more. When he finally pulls back, tongue lapping forward to lap at your clit, you moan at the gentle pulse of that wet muscle against your most sensitive spot.

The double's eyes settle on you at that sound, one of its hands reaching up to grope at your bare chest, rough fingers kneading at that soft flesh before circling your nipple, pinching at that tender bud. The sharp pang of pleasure that brings only worsens the growing ache in your core.

"Tomura," you mewl, and you feel his throaty laugh between your thighs. See the double grin before it pulls its lips from Tomura's cock, dragging its tongue over that length.

"Fuck, like it when you say our name," it pants. It lifts one hand to your mouth, two fingers extended, and you waste no time parting your lips to suck at those digits, tongue laving over its knuckles and fingertips as its other hand strokes at Tomura's swollen length, drawing the occasional grunt from where the real version of him is still face-deep in your cunt. Each stroke of his tongue has that pressure building deep inside, your thighs starting to tremble.

The double pulls its hand away once its fingers are good and slicked with spit. Nudges Tomura's legs a little farther apart and drops its fingers to probe between those spread thighs. You feel it more than see it when one of those long fingers breaches Tomura's tight hole—feel the way he tenses beneath you and gasps hotly against your sex. His double's lips wrap around his cock once more, licking and sucking as he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second one after only a moment.

Tomura whimpers when those fingers press just right inside him, the movements of his mouth against your cunt growing more feverish, and then he's shoving two of his own fingers into your cunt, matching the rhythm of his double's movements as he laps at your clit. Each drag of his tongue and curl of his fingers sends you closer to the edge, your whole body going taut as you strain to reach that peak. You're not the only one, either—Tomura is whining and groaning now, his hips bucking up into his double's dual touches.

You get there first. The sight and feel of it all—the clone in front of you, lips slick with spit as it swallows Tomura down again and again, and Tomura's mouth and fingers working headily in tandem against your own cunt—has heat blooming under your skin and that pressure building deep within. You rock your hips, grinding harder against Tomura's face, and that pressure spills over, throbs of pleasure sending you keening as you come hard.

Tomura groans in bliss, lapping at your juices, his own hips rocking faster as he clearly teeters on the edge of his own release. You rake your nails over his chest in encouragement, earning a choked sound, his body tensing beneath you, and then—

And then he's letting out a frustrated grunt as his double pulls away, letting Tomura's cock slap wetly against his tense stomach. The double's fingers withdraw, too, earning another pained noise from the man beneath you.

The double ignores him. Only looks to you and says, with a wicked grin and a sharp gleam in its crimson eyes, "I have an idea.”

"Fuck."

Shigaraki can't help the swear that slips out as he moves to straddle you, though his face burns at the indignity of it. It's not just the position he's in that has him so uncharacteristically self-conscious; it's his own eagerness, too, and how badly he's hiding it. Because he's fantasized about this more than once, or parts of it anyway—you beneath him with that glossy silicone strap-on jutting out from the apex of your thighs.

Of course, his fantasies weren't quite like this—never featured this particular desire being outed by another version of himself, or said alternate looming behind Tomura as he readied himself to ride you.

Still, he's not complaining. Wouldn't even think to, not when his thighs are shaking in anticipation and his cock is achingly hard, desperate for the relief that was abruptly denied when his double decided there were better ideas than Shigaraki coming down its throat.

And, Shigaraki has to admit, he really is curious to see how much he can take.

He pauses when his knees settle beside your hips. Shifts to rut his turgid cock against your fake length once, twice, and then shifts again to let the tip of it tease at his asshole, swearing under his breath as it brushes cooly against all those sensitive nerves.

From behind him, there's an impatient click of a tongue. "Get on with it already," the other him grumbles.

"Shut up," Shigaraki hisses, but he gets on with it anyway, propping himself up on one careful fist as he starts the work of lowering himself down onto your waiting strap. You'd expressed concern, at first—about whether he could really take its thickness with so little preparation. The truth though is that this is far more control than he usually has; it's a stark departure from being bent over, some glorified onahole for a clone of himself who'd be treated the same way when it was through.

It takes little effort for the tip of your strap to breach his entrance, and Shigaraki can't help the throaty gasp that slips from his throat when he does; even when he's getting fucked by himself, that first stretch is pleasantly painful in a way nothing else quite compares to, and it's all the better now, when it's you working your way inside him, fake dick or not.

He's clearly not the only one enjoying it, either; you're watching him with bright eyes, lower lip caught between your teeth. That lustful look only worsens the heat spreading through Shigaraki's abdomen, and whatever patience he'd had left expires then. Not taking his eyes off yours, he drives himself down, accepting the full length of your strap in one fluid movement, letting out a sharp hiss at the way it thrills and aches in equal measure.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding," you murmur, hands settling at his waist. Your thumbs stroke soothingly over the points of his hips bones, holding him lightly in place, encouraging him to adjust despite your faint praise. Shigaraki only manages to tolerate that stillness for a moment before grinding impatiently against you, and then you finally start to rock your hips with soft, shallow movements. "Should've done this sooner," you breathe, still staring raptly up at him. "Feel good?"

Good is an understatement. Even your small movements are enough to have him whimpering, his straining cock twitching with every small stroke against his insides. It's not enough—is barely brushing against that sensitive spot within, and Shigaraki works himself a little faster against you, finally nodding in response to your question. "Yeah, fuck. More."

As if on cue, a hand fists roughly in Shigaraki's hair, jerking at the roots of his crown so roughly that his head snaps back, bolts of white heat stinging across his scalp. He feels his clone shifting from where it's been waiting behind him, one of its arms wrapping around to grope between his legs. A rough hand cups at his balls, and from the corner of his eye, Shigaraki sees his double smirking at you. Then it's using its grip to lift Shigaraki abruptly off your strap.

"You don't have to be so gentle with me," it tells you as it aligns itself with Shigaraki's achingly empty hole. "I can take it." It punctuates that statement with the snap of its hips, burying itself deep in one rough thrust.

It's forceful enough to draw a choked noise from Shigaraki, the girth of his own cock more substantial than the strap you'd had nestled deep only a moment ago; it knocks the breath from his lungs as he's split open in a way he'd never thought would appeal before this uncanny debauchery with the double had all started.

Some faint embarrassment rises at that thought, and at the unblinking stare you've fixed him with as you watch his double take him. He's being louder now—can't help it, not when his other self is so relentless. It doesn't ease into anything, only starts pounding away roughly the moment it's sheathed inside him, movements so harsh that all Shigaraki can do is fist tightly at the sheets and listen to the sounds of his own ragged gasps echoing in stereo, the pitch of those noises rising every time his double angles to hit just the right spot inside.

Shigaraki finds himself empty again a moment later, his walls clenching around nothing with humiliating need, but it doesn't go unfulfilled for long. His double guides him immediately back to your waiting strap, and you waste no time lifting your hips to fill that void. Your strokes keep to that gentle, steady rhythm, teasing him with what must be an intentional contrast to his double's rough treatment.

Again it's not enough, and Shigaraki lifts a hand to wrap around his cock, only to find himself denied; calloused fingers wrap tight around his wrist and twist, pinning his arm roughly behind his back.

Shigaraki sees your eyes widen when his double restrains him, and feels the heat in his face worsening under your enraptured stare. It's undignified, he knows—the way he's squirming atop you with obvious need, his cock flushed and leaking as he strives for a release that's nowhere near close enough. You don't give him what he needs, either, offering nothing but another few slow strokes against his insides before the double tightens its grip, torquing Shigarkai's arm harder as it once again maneuvers him off your strap, the feel of smooth silicone replaced by warm skin and harsh movements.

You prop yourself up, just enough for your lips to find the flushed skin of SHigaraki's chest, your tongue dragging over the sheen of sweat starting to form before you sink your teeth into his pec. That spark of hurt only worsens the near-unbearable ache in his neglected cock.

"Quit teasing and—ngh—and make me come already," he grits through clenched teeth.

"Be patient," you murmur, a teasing edge to your voice before your teeth find the hollow of his throat.

His double, though, comes closer to indulging that request. It once again withdraws, guiding Shigaraki to settle back on your strap, and then it releases its grip on Shigaraki's arm. A second later there's the faint click of a cap and the squelch of lube, and its fingers drop to probe at Shigaraki's stretched out hole even as you start to fuck up into him.

Shigaraki can't help the guttural sound he makes when the first finger slips its way inside, working in and out in tandem with your strap, searching until it brushes against his prostate. It's quickly joined by a second digit, then a third, the combined stretch more than Shigaraki has experienced before. Even warmed up as he is it borders on painful, has his body tensing at the invasion even as the throbbing in his cock worsens.

One of your hands reaches up to stroke at his hair, fingers combing soothingly through it. "Good?"

"I can take it," Shigaraki pants, echoing his clone's words from earlier. To prove it, he starts to push his hips back to meet your combined movements, leaning into that heady mixture of hurt and delicious fullness. His cock bounces with each thrust, pre dripping from his tip onto the exposed expanse of your stomach, sticky threads of it delicately connecting your flushed bodies.

That leaking arousal only worsens when the double plants one hand firmly between Shigaraki's shoulder blades and shoves, forcing him down until his chest is flush against yours and lifting his hips until only the tip of your strap is still nestled inside him.

Every muscle in Shigaraki's body goes taut in anticipation, no doubt in his mind about what's coming next, and an undignified whine slips past his lips as his other self settles into position, the firm head of its cock nudging at Shigaraki's asshole still stretched around your silicone length.

Shigaraki can feel his rim giving way with each press, stretching wider until all he can do is squirm in response, his teeth finding the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. Four fingers dig roughly into your waist and his other hand fists tightly at the sheets above your head as he braces himself.

And then his clone is surging forward, finally breaching Shigaraki's hole with one last insistent thrust, and Shigaraki's teeth are biting more firmly into the skin of your neck, a choked groan clawing up from his throat as he's stretched impossibly wide. He can feel his cock twitching between your bodies, hard as it's ever been, that substantial invasion enough to have his balls tightening, hovering on the edge of release even before you or the clone really start to move.

A moment later you do start to move, both of you, and whatever faint composure Shigaraki had maintained evaporates entirely, lost to the motion of you and the double rocking your hips in sync, working deep to hit that sensitive spot inside with unprecedented thoroughness. Each thrust sends Shigaraki's cock rutting sharply against the soft skin of your stomach, already slick with sweat and precum, and that added friction along with the agonizing fullness is all that it takes; the knot that's been clinched in Shigaraki's gut for ages finally snaps and then he's coming, finally coming as a string of half-incoherent swears spills past his lips.

"A-ah—fuck, fuck—ngh—FUCK." His skin goes hot, his whole body shuddering as he's wracked with that release.

The two of you aren't even halfway inside him, but neither of you relent as he quivers and comes—you only seem encouraged by his poorly stifled moans the way he's arching into the impossible thickness of your assailment. The two of you only push forward, another long groan rising from Shigaraki's throat when the two of you finally bottom out, staying buried there just long enough for Shigaraki's double to reach one hand down to toy with your cunt beneath the base of the strap.

Your hips buck in response to that touch, Shigaraki shuddering again, hyperaware of each tiny movement of your strap snug inside him. When another choked grunt slips out, the double laughs a little, rolling its hips.

"You're both greedy," it taunts, fingers working roughly in and out of you, its hips matching those movements. "I haven't even come once."

Shigaraki feels you writhing under him, your thrusts sloppy as you clearly try to focus on him and your own pleasure at the same time, even as your eyes flick to the double behind him. "Whose—hng—whose fault is that?"

The double gives an amused snort in response, and picks up its pace. You match that rhythm, both working harder and faster than before as you pound away in tandem. Your hand slips beneath Shigaraki, slipping between your bodies to wrap around his cum-slick cock, pumping at that length as you lick and suck at his neck, those sloppy, whimper-punctuated attentions only adding to his mounting overstimulation.

Shigaraki grunts. Tips his head to permit you better access to the sensitive skin of his throat, and almost regrets it when he catches sight of your reflections in the dark glassy screen of the television nearby, granting him what must be some approximation of your own view from beneath him: he can see his reddened face and wrecked expression, his eyes heavy-lidded and his jaw gone slack, the only response he can manage to being so thoroughly fucked. Behind him is the other version of himself, similarly flushed but wearing an entirely different look—strands of pale hair hanging in its face, crimson eyes bright and intent, scarred upper lip curling in satisfaction every time it buries itself to the hilt.

His double is close to coming, too; Shigaraki can tell from the sounds it's making, stuttering grunts and growls accompanied by ragged exhales whenever it drives itself especially deep. It's paired with your own throaty moans, and the occasional faltering of your hips, that slight discordance between dual movements only making him all the more of aware of the stretch of his walls around your lengths, and of the tight grip of your hand around his own cock, sensitive and swollen and already dangerously close to spilling over again.

Shigaraki rocks himself back against those motions. Manages to lift one hand to grope at your chest again, pinching and twisting at one stiff nipple in his own small effort to help you along—all he can manage when he can barely move, can barely think. He's hardly aware of anything except the heat of your body pressed against him and the constant, near-painful stretch of his abused hole, all of it too much and not nearly enough.

"Fuck, Tomura," you whine, your hand tangling more tightly in his hair. Your mouth finds his in a heated, messy kiss, your teeth tugging at his tongue and your grip tightening around his cock. He ruts erratically into your fist only to be countered by his clone jerking roughly at his hips, pulling Shigaraki back against its thrusts.

"Hold—hng—hold still," it rasps. Its voice has gone pitched and breathy, a clear indication of what Shigaraki already knows, though the double says it anyway, "Gonna—fuck—gonna come."

Its fingers fuck harder into your cunt, clearly trying to get you there too, and its efforts are rewarded. Your body goes tense beneath Shigaraki, your cries growing louder against his lips, and then you're mimicking those urgent movements, each stroke of your wrist and thrust of your hips growing more feverish.

Those coordinated efforts work, somehow. You press yourself more tightly against Shigaraki, body shuddering as you come, and at the same time Shigaraki feels his double forcing its way as deep as it can, that final stroke and the grip of your hand around his length enough to have him seeing white as his cock jerks and pulses, each twitch matched by warm spurts of cum spilling from the cock still buried inside him.

Shigaraki slumps against you, wincing slightly as his clone does the same, pulling out and sending leaking wetness running down his thighs as it collapses beside you. Shigaraki watches it reach one hand up to tip your chin, just enough to kiss you for a long moment. Then its eyes are flicking from you to Shigaraki and back again.

"So," it asks dryly, mouth curving up into a haughty smirk, "think you got a good enough show?"

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#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki fanfic #bnha smut #bnha reader insert #tw: pegging #tw: selfcest

[nashdoesstuff]

really unpopular opinion but dreamcest is actually interesting in retrospect

because in my opinion the only person who can actually understand dream’s troubles is themself

nobody in the entire multiverse is ever going to feel the pain they felt or the loss they suffered unless they’d gone through something similar. even a character like ink or cross isn’t justifiable because their trauma didn’t happen at SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD

yeah, basically— jumping into what pretty much is a multiversial war at the mental age of 6 is kinda wild and saying that people are going to easily understand that is even crazier

picture this: dream just sees another them and they’re like “holy crap you understand me” and everything unfolds from there

#nash talks #i’m not saying that other dream ships are bad because of this fact because some of my otps are dreamberry and the star sans poly #but like #think about it #tw selfcest #dreamcest #tw dreamcest #selfcest #dream sans #nashdoesstuff #utmv stuffs!! #this take is really hot so i might delete this later 😬

[purpleandstarlight]

Why are you so against visual representation? Feels pretty homophobic of you.

I swear i am not homophobic i was one of the first Sebacest supporters back when they announced their relationship 😞

I just don't wanna see people fuck uwu

#tw: selfcest #sebascest

[mhathotfic]

Kaminari would sleep with a female clone of himself.

It would start out as him getting hit by a weird quirk and trying to convince you to sleep with chick him because “come on! When will you ever get another chance like this!” and end with teaching her how to ride him because “who else can say that they literally fucked them self huh?”

#bnha kaminari #mha kaminari #genderbend #tw selfcest