Darkredandroyalblue - Royal Blue💙♓️🪷🦈

No thanks.

“what happened to your arm” idk i cut it ? fuckin retard

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

Talkative big bro who constantly teases sis for how filthy she is especially while fucking. Oldest bro walks in and they try to explain she wants this bc they think he’ll stop them but instead he tells them to keep going and he’s even nastier than the other brother and sis should be fucking losing it hearing her composed big bro talk about breeding her

Her breath hitched as his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her back against him with a force that made her knees buckle. “God, you’re so filthy,” he muttered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “Always begging for it, aren’t you?” She could feel the smirk in his voice, the smugness that always seemed to accompany his teasing.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as he thrust into her again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Shut up,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort to sound defiant. But even as she said it, she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, unable to resist the way he made her feel.

He chuckled, low and deep, his breath hot against her neck. “You love it,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You love being called out for how dirty you are. Admit it.” His hands moved up to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I don’t—” she started, but her words were cut off as he thrust into her again, harder this time, making her cry out. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let it out. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and you always will be.”

She shivered at his words, her body responding to the possessive tone in his voice. She wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but she couldn’t. Not when he was fucking her like this, not when he was making her feel so good.

The door creaked open, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Oh god, no. She turned her head, her eyes widening in horror as she saw their oldest brother standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell…” he muttered, his voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment, and she tried to pull away, but her brother’s hands tightened around her, holding her in place. “Don’t stop,” he said, his voice steady despite the situation. “Keep going.”

She blinked, her mind struggling to process what was happening. “What? No, we—”

“I said keep going,” their oldest brother interrupted, his voice firmer now. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I want to watch.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body betraying her as a small moan escaped her lips. This can’t be happening.

Her brother behind her chuckled, his hands moving up to her hips as he resumed his thrusts, slow and deliberate now. “You heard him,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “He wants to watch his little sister get fucked.”

She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding to the situation. Her breathing quickened, her hips moving on their own as she pressed back against him, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his eyes never leaving them as he watched with an intensity that made her shudder. “You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I had no idea you were this much of a dirty little slut.”

She whimpered, her body trembling as she felt his eyes on her, his words sending a jolt of arousal through her. “I’m not—”

“Oh, you are,” he interrupted, his voice cutting through her protest. “Look at you, taking it like a good little whore.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before moving down to her lips. “You’re even prettier when you’re getting fucked.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “You like hearing him talk about you like that.”

She couldn’t answer, her mind too fogged with pleasure to form a coherent thought. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “But I think you’d look even better with my cock in you.”

Her eyes widened at his words, her body shuddering with a mix of shock and arousal. “What?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his hands moving down to her ass as he gave it a firm squeeze. “You heard me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to see how much of a slut you really are.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts slow as he processed their oldest brother’s words, his hands tightening around her hips. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Dead serious,” their oldest brother replied, his voice steady and filled with a dark intensity. “I want to see her take both of us.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. This can’t be real. But as she felt their oldest brother’s hands on her, his lips brushing against her neck, she knew it was.

“You want that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver of arousal through her. “You want to be filled up, to be completely and utterly claimed.”

She couldn’t answer, her body betraying her as she pressed back against him, her hips moving on their own as she sought more of the pleasure they were giving her.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving down to her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. “Let us take care of you.”

She moaned, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “We’ve got you.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that made her shiver. “Mine to fuck, mine to claim.”

Their oldest brother chuckled, his hand moving up to her breast as he pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out. “And mine to breed,” he added, his voice dark and filled with a possessive hunger that sent a jolt of arousal through her.

She felt her body clench around her brother’s cock at his words, her mind too fogged with pleasure to process what was happening. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” their oldest brother murmured, his fingers moving faster against her clit. “Come for us, little slut. Let us see how much of a whore you really are.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer, her body shattering as she came with a cry, her brother’s cock buried deep inside her. She felt their oldest brother’s lips on her neck, his fingers still working her clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction that made her shiver. “You’re going to be taking care of us from now on.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. But as she felt their hands on her, their bodies pressing against her, she knew she couldn’t deny it.

She was theirs. And there was no going back.

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡

you'd have to be some kind of knotslut to reblog this

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ It's Like That *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You decide to accept Itadori's invitation to the movies. It turns out better than expected.

Pairing: Itadori x GN!Reader

CW: Fluff, SFW, hand holding, potential friends to lovers, it's technically a date 💕

“Do you guys want to see Human Earthworm 4 with me?”

The three of you minus Itadori, who posed the question, share a lukewarm look. You’re on the edge of the shopping district, trying to decide what to do after your mission, if anything, and that’s the first idea that floats out amongst the group. 

“What’s it about?” Nobara asks.

After Itadori explains the horror romance, there’s even less enthusiasm amongst the group to watch the movie with him. Sensing this, he ups the bargain.

“I’ll pay.”

You wince when you see Fushiguro pull out his phone. “I don’t really have the energy to sit through a movie,” he excuses himself, fingers going a mile a minute to escape the situation of friendship for today. “I’m going home.”

Your broody classmate holds his ringing phone to his ear and briefly glances at Nobara.

“I’m going to hit up the shops," she responds to his silent question.

Megumi leaves the three of you behind in no time flat. Nobara only stays behind long enough to ask if you want to go shopping with her. While you normally love to go with her and are in dire need of new shoes, you notice a lonely sullen shadow building over your slit-cheeked classmate and throw up an apologetic smile to her. 

“I think I’ll go with Itadori-kun today.”

You miss the way his head perks up as you wave her off. Before you have a chance to collect your thoughts, Itadori is already on top of you, his fists drawn in front of him excitedly and chestnut irises filled with happy stars.

“You’re going to love it,” he tells you. It’s cute how he nearly shakes with excitement, you can even hear it growing in his voice and shining in his eyes. “It’s such a good series! I mean, I know it sounded weird, but it’s so much better on screen that— forget any of what I said, you gotta see for yourself!”

He wastes no time taking off in the direction of the theatre, and you jog to keep up with the speed of the Tiger of the West. It isn’t until he notices you lagging behind that he slows up to grab your hand and pull you with him.

“Come on, come on, we don’t want to miss the opening.”

“Is this one of those movies where I need to see the first three to know what’s going on?”

“Well, there’s a few returning characters, like Dr. Richter, but I can fill you in on the important stuff so don’t worry.”

When you get to the theatre, Itadori immediately jumps in the ticket line, huffing in relief when there are still seats available. You begin to pull out your wallet but pause when he hands you a pink paper ticket.

“I told you it’s on me,” he reminds you before going down the line and ordering a large popcorn, two drinks, and beating you to grab a packet of candy that you were staring at for two seconds too long. 

He hands the bag of sweets to the cashier to scan. “And this please,” he asks before handing the candy to you. 

“That’s okay,” you tell him, but he laughs it off.

“It’s fine. That’s your favorite, right?”

You shyly nod and hold onto the envelope of overpriced candy like it’s the most precious thing in the world causing the cashier to smile at you as she finishes preparing your items.

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” she comments. 

You squeak quietly at her comment, crumpling your candy in surprise. It’s not a big deal she mistook you as a couple, it’s not like Itadori was someone you didn’t like after all, and it’s not like there was any need to correct her but you didn’t know if he felt the same way about the situation. 

Curiously, you look at him, waiting for him to make the decision on the matter. Surprisingly, he blurts out a quick and happy, “Thanks!” before moving on to fill his drink.

As you watch him, you fight the urge to ask why he didn’t correct her; and when you notice that he’s way more interested in finding the right theater, you decide he must have said it because it wasn't worth a fuss.

The two of you get seats at the back of the theater, and you shift over people carefully to avoid falling into Itadori’s back as you find your seats. You can finally relax as he sets the bucket of popcorn on the armrest between you.

Soon enough, the movie begins to play.

It starts off like every normal horror movie. A mad scientist, a hapless victim, and an escape followed by a romantic subplot of the human earthworm discovering that the woman he met indeed loves him even if he is a worm. 

That’s about as much as you can keep up with. There are too many easter eggs that keep flying over your head and too many callbacks to the previous movies in the series. Itadori does his best to try to help you whenever you whisper questions at him; but eventually, you’re too distracted by the couple in front of you making out to pay attention to the movie.

It’s so obnoxiously grotesque, their arms wrapping around each other and a soft moan every so often that’s drowned out by the guttural sounds of the earthworm children. You can’t really believe they’d do that in public, and why did they have to be so close to you out of all people?

Itadori looks at you and then finally catches on to what’s making you squirm. When he does, a faint hint of red starts to coat across his nose, and he becomes equally uncomfortable. 

Deciding to make it a little better for the both of you, you nudge him then make a silly disgusted face with your tongue stuck out to mimic a gag. You’re rewarded with a snicker from him and his own silly face in turn, and it makes the awkwardness of it a little easier to take as you try to focus back on the movie.

It’s another half hour in before you wonder exactly how the hell are they still going at it. 

“Society really needs to bring shame back,” you think before a warm breath hits your ear and fans down your jaw. 

You nearly jump before the smooth sounds of Itadori’s voice greet you. 

“So, that guy—” he begins but you’re way too focused on how close he leaned into you this time, how low the timbre of his voice goes to keep from disturbing those around you. It makes your feet curl in your shoes and your breath catch in your chest when his shoulder connects with your arm.

You feel heightened to his presence and the heat of him so close. It wasn’t like this earlier, but your heart is racing and your skin tickles the more he whispers. You think he’s so close that he could almost kiss your earlobe. 

It’s a path that you didn’t know you had in your mind, and it leaves you rattled as the smallest brush of pink hair hits your skin as he straightens back up and reaches for another handful of popcorn. 

Every time he touches your arm after to get your attention or your hand scoops by his in the popcorn bucket, you start to become flustered and jittery like a child after too much sugar. 

It lasts until the movie reaches its apex.

There’s a combined scream that fills the theatre, and you tense at the splatter of blood hitting the camera, leaving the few remains of your popcorn scattered across the floor as you unwittingly knock it over and squeeze Itadori’s hand tight. 

Your fingers slot with his and your fingertips bury against his palm, and it’s the only thing keeping you from bursting into a scream. 

When the lights flash back on, you notice how pink his hand looks under your tense hold and mumble out an apology. 

“Oh, that?” he asks followed by the same charming laugh as always. “It was pretty funny. You should’ve seen your face, like a blowfish,” he comments, teasingly mocking your blow-eyed expression as everyone around you begins to exit. “I never took you for a scaredy-cat.”

“You’re one to talk. You screamed in my ear at least a dozen times,” you remind him as the two of you also make your way towards the exit doors. “Sounded like you were on fire.”

“Don’t say fire in a theatre!” he scolds with a hiss.

“You said it louder.”

“To remind you not to say it!” 

You giggle at how offended he sounds as you break out into the light of the late afternoon. You walk with Itadori back to your pickup spot on the edge of the shopping district. It’s surprisingly quiet especially considering who you’re with, and it makes you worry a bit. 

You thought Itadori would be more excited after watching the film and practically forcing you to run 500m dash to get there, but he’s barely said two words about it since leaving the theatre, briefly mentioning how he’s still glad they used a real costume for the main earthworm instead of CGI.

But since leaving, his mood seems to have dampened. You thought about bringing something up from the movie, but you couldn’t really catch more than a few bloody scenes and a little evil monologuing from Dr. Richter outside the moments when Itadori would have your attention, with his voice in your ear or his hand excitedly clasping around your wrist each time he enthusiastically info-dumped a scene to you.

“Hey, um,” he begins piquing your interest. He seems to lose his nerve when you catch his eye; his gaze flutters to his feet before nervously picking back up to glimpse at your face but only for a few seconds. “Thanks for coming with me.”

You smile. “Don’t mention it. It was…different.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees but he still seems down. 

“Itadori-kun? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…It’s just…I could tell you didn’t really like the movie. I mean I knew from the start it wasn’t really your thing. You and Nobara usually like to shop together more than watch horror movies. But still—” he breathes in deep, a shy color blossoming across his face. “It’s been a while since it felt like I did something normal, so it was really nice having someone to come with me. I appreciate it.”

There's something about his explanation that makes your heart hurt. He hasn’t been a sorcerer that long yet; and coming from being a normal kid to the world you were born into was probably scarier than you all could understand. 

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it! I just couldn’t really follow the story between that annoying couple smacking the whole time, and I felt like I barely follow anything at all!” you reason with him, but he still has that kicked puppy look on his face. 

You sigh with soft empathy before offering him a reassuring smile.

“Hey, Itadori-kun, you know I think I’d like to come back and see it again with you. After we watch the first three movies of course."

He gives you a curious look, his eyebrows raised with disbelief. 

“Really?”

You give a cute and short nod. “Mhm! I can’t really give it a fair chance if I haven’t seen the ones leading up to it. Besides, I want to know why Dr. Richter was trying to kidnap the baby H.E.s in the first place? Couldn’t he make more Enhanced H.E.s from the DNA left from the original experiment victim like he did at the beginning of the movie?” 

It’s like you open the skies back over him when your words sink in, and he moves so happily, speaks so fully, and it makes you happy to see him simply be happy. 

“They explain it so good in the third movie,” he says, unable to hold in his excitement. “I know a great site, it has subtitles and everything, and a special director’s cut at the end of the second movie.”

You laugh. “Sounds good!”

“We should pick up some more snacks; the original is actually pretty long,” he warns and starts to lead you towards the convenience store. Your smile only breaks when you feel the tug on your arm and look down to notice his hand still fastened around yours. 

You freeze, feeling your face warm a bit when you realize he’s probably been holding it since before you left the theater. This makes him pause and turn towards you.

Softly, he calls your name and asks if you’re okay, making you drop your head bashfully.

“Oh, it’s nothing really but you’re still holding my hand,” you point out.

Itadori looks down between the two of you and confirms that his fingers are still locked with yours, a comfortable fit.  

“Huh, oh, I guess I am,” he states matter-of-factly before he blushes. “Oh, it’s probably all gross and oily right? Yuck.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not actually,” you correct, making no move to force him to let go because you honestly don’t want him to stop this good feeling pouring from him into you through the simple act. 

Your soft expression makes his cheeks warm for a different reason this time. 

“Oh, well, w-we should probably hurry,” he stammers out, and your hand tightens around his hand just a little bit more as you agree and find the closest convenience store to prepare for your first movie night. 

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Nobara stops outside the convenience store, hand to the glass as she stalks back and forth, trying to catch glimpses down the aisle. 

She could have sworn she just saw the two of you walk in from the other side of the street, and she was going to come to say hi – partially to ask how the movie went and partially to make Itadori carry her shopping bags if the two of you were done – that was before she noticed how close the two of you looked.

Weirdly close. 

When she finally catches you in the foggy glass, hand in hand, looking at the mini gacha inside the store, she gasps and quickly shuffles her bags around in search of her phone. 

Kugisaki quickly scrolls through her contacts, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for the line to pick up.

“Fushiguro get here quick,” she harshly whispers into the device.

There’s a lazy voice on the other end asking what she wants, and she vaguely explains the situation to be met with resistance.

“Well then have Ijichi drop you off again! What do you mean ‘No’?" she growls. "Shut up and listen to me. They just went into 7/11. Ugh. Fine, fine, I’m sending you some pictures,” she argues. 

Kugisaki quickly starts to snap some pictures through the glass and frantically sends them off before bringing the phone back to her ear.

“That’s what I’m saying so hurry up and get here! Yes, it’s like that!” 

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!?-

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