Suppp Can I Ask For Hcs For Kuroo, Tsukishima And Kageyama Of How They Would Act Around Their Crush?

...like a dickhole anus mouth

CreepShow Art 2020

Ahh okay. I didn't know that. Thatnks for an explanation! You're right. Its fucked up. Imma just adjust myOCs and make the lips plump and not like this.

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.

Correct me if I’m wrong but I feel like the people who read the manga were much more excited for the Class 1A dance

What about for bnha (any character) a darling that's actually happy to be getting this overwhelming affection and 'protection' like their touchstarved or something?

I decided to go with Bakugo for this if only because he’s the only one I can think of that wouldn’t take full advantage of a willing Darling. It’s nice to give him something to work with every once in a while, too, when I’m not seeing how often I can get away with making him cry.

Title: Protector.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Stockholm Syndrome, and Implied Kidnapping. 

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You’d never been much of a provider.

It was a preference, more than anything else. It wasn’t that you were inactive or unmotivated, you just liked to be… stable, for lack of a better term. Stability came with routine, with predictability, even if Katsuki didn’t seem like the type to shower you in either. There were too many factors, in a normal lifestyle. You couldn’t control how much rent would go up or how nice the people you spoke to would be, nor were you eager to try and do so on your own. You’d never had that kind of drive. Not like Katsuki did.

You weren’t made to survive on your own.

Your boyfriend was just the one to make that fact clear.

He was so much bigger than you. Usually, it was the cute, domestic height difference the media had fawned over back when you were still a new, shocking celebrity couple, but you could never seem to forget that you were the lesser half of a whole when he insisted on being this… close. It wasn’t really his fault. His eyes were still closed, a thin sheet draped lazily somewhere below his waist, but his body seemed to eclipse your own, an arm snaking around your midriff and keeping you pinned against his form as easily as a toddler would cling to a favored stuffed animal. Pale beams of sunlight shined through parted blinds, warming your skin wherever they made contact. You shifted towards the sensation, Katsuki’s bed wide enough to allow the slight change, but you stopped the moment you heard the mass behind you groan, pulling you closer in an effort to minimize the nonexistent space between you.

“One more hour,” He mumbled, his voice weighed down by sleep and exhaustion and all the things you were sure a strong, hard-working Hero was afflicted by. “It’s too early for… whatever you’re doing.”

You were silent, for a beat, not afraid to speak, but still hesitant to. Instead, you rolled over, resting your head in the space between his collarbone and his chin, more intent on making Katsuki think you were comfortable than anything else. It was nice to sleep next to someone, even if you had to remind yourself of that, occasionally. Nicer than that empty, freezing room you used to be stuck in, anyway. “You don’t have to work today,” You said, the statement as much of a declaration as a rebuttal. “We should do something, it feels like you haven’t been home in weeks.”

Another groan, this one labored and throaty, signaling Katsuki’s exaggerated discontent. With a single, muscular arm, you were pulled from your place at his side and deposited unceremoniously on his chest, left to straddle his stomach and glower as he settled onto his back, the man smirking as he scanned over your disheveled form. It was a lazy sort of affection, only made more potent as he cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss that was barely a kiss, his lips only just touching yours before you both devolved into tired laughter.

Katsuki was the first to speak, only a touch more awake than he had been a second or two ago. It was the most you could ask for, though. “Exactly. It’s my day off, so I get to say what we’re doing.” He paused, watching intently as you sat up. You almost thought about moving, but something about the hands currently resting on your hips gave you the feeling you wouldn’t get very far. “And I say we’re doing absolutely fucking nothing. I don’t want to hear, see, or deal with anyone outside these four walls, not until Deku calls me to cry about whatever he stubbed his toe on today.”

You pursed your lips, glad he wasn’t capable of giving you his full attention. Any expression so mildly opinionated would never escape his notice, anytime else. “I was really hoping we could go out--”

“You want to go outside?”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left his lips. “No, that’s not what I--” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and straightening your back, attempting to seem professional, composed. As if asking for his permission was a courtesy, rather than an obligation. “I want to spend time with you, ‘suki, and I want to do it out there. I’m not trying to trick you or find a way out or--”

“Or run away?” With one hand, his nails dug into your skin, rooting you in place as he pushed himself up with the other, coming to tower over you with little more than a change of position. He glanced towards his sides, looking for a way to restrain you, but rope and cuffs and chains weren’t necessary. Not when his glare was enough to pin you down. “Because least time I trusted you, that’s what you did. You attacked me, then you ran.” You could hear him choke on the phrase, his voice hitching and emerging as a growl in an effort to compensate. “And now, you’re trying to do it again. I don’t know why I thought you’d gotten better.”

“I’m not.” It was a weak defense, but you didn’t have a better option. There was rarely a good way to defend yourself against someone as insistent as Katsuki. “I’m not like that, anymore. I’m not going to leave--”

At that, he scoffed, rolling his eyes in a way that told you he was past the point of listening. “Remember what happened when you tried to take care of yourself? Remember how long it took you to recover, and how desperate you were when you finally dragged yourself back home? How long did you last? A week, two of ‘em, at most. We’re just lucky you made it out of that alive.”

You hadn’t realized you were still holding onto him, not until you found yourself moving to clutch at your own shirt, kneading at the fabric like that would ease your nerves. “It was a mistake.”

“Got that right,” He agreed, the scowl pressed into his lips never wavering. “There’s nothing you can do out there. No one’s gonna step up and protect you, not like I do. You’re helpless without me. There’s no point in tryin’ to deny it, not after we both saw what’ll happen to you.”

He might’ve had more to say. He might’ve gone on until you were silent and shaking and he was still ranting about criminals and villains and all the things he seemed so convinced would end your life the moment you took a step without his help. You’d been gone for a month, you’d escaped for a month, but that didn’t make your eventual submission any less painful to recall, and it certainly didn’t stop the tears from gathering in the corners of your eyes, or muffle the scratchy, uneven sob that was clawing its way up your throat, demanding your acknowledgment before it surrendered.

Katsuki went quiet as you began to cry, but he was far from finished. Rather, his approach morphed into one of faux-sympathy and inescapable affection, his arms wrapping around your torso and dragging you towards him, smothering you in a strategy so uncharacteristic, you had to melt into it. Resisting wasn’t an option, when Katsuki chose to be patient. “It’s alright,” He muttered, his tone suddenly so soft, so tender. If anything, it only made you cry harder. “That’s why I’m here, yeah? I need to keep you safe, even when you’re too much of a dumbass to appreciate me. I have to keep you grounded.”

This time, you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were too busy burying your face in the crook of his neck and clinging to him and letting him cling to you, not daring to wonder why you’d been opposed to it, earlier.

He was right. Katsuki took care of you, protected you, and you couldn’t afford to consider the alternative. You didn’t want to consider the alternative.

It was easier to let him hold you than it was to think about why you shouldn’t want him to.

Can you do a mirio x reader oneshot where mirio is a single dad and he doesnt want to tell his s/o but the s/o find outs in someway and is supportive.

Summary: ^

Quirk: You can make bubbles when you make a circle from your hands. A layer of bubble solution forms and you can blow it into bubbles. You can control its size. If you create many then you have to moisturize your hands cuz they get dry

A/N: sorry sorry sorry for this being late I admit I slacked off for like two days

Warnings/Genre: Fluff, cursing, angst if you squint

WC: 2,396

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You and Mirio had been going out for almost half a year now and though it hadn’t been very long you felt as though he were the one for you. You trusted him enough to give him the keys to your apartment, but he had never stayed the night or made spontaneous visits. You never visited his apartment too; he never gave you a key and when you suggested to go to his place, he would make excuses. They were usually because ‘the place is a mess’ or ‘there are hero plans that are classified’.

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You weren’t a hero; your quirk had never been strong enough and you didn’t like the intense training, so you took up law in college. You eventually met Mirio while running late to school. In true hero fashion, he saved you from a guy you pulled you to an alleyway. What he didn’t expect is for you to punch the guy in the face as soon as he tried to unbutton you and disarm him by twisting his wrist and making him drop the knife. Mirio was amazed as he had to hold you back from kicking the guy’s head in when you pushed him to the ground.

When he asked how you learned to fight you told him that it was clear the guy’s an amateur. You chuckled saying how weak he was, it was probably one of his first times trying to assault someone. You liked his cheery attitude; he was happily talking to you as you fixed your clothes. Most of it was small talk, him complimenting your skills then asking where you were headed. It was at that time you realized you were late. You quickly sped off with the promise to see him again soon.

The next time you saw him was when someone else was in danger. Before you could jump in, he did and you were left tending to the scarred high-school student. You and he talked after the whole fiasco and jokingly called out the situation that brought you two together. You and he agreed to hang out outside of danger on his free time.

So you did, you went to the park with him and walked around. You talked about yourselves and you got to know him better. After that hangout, you went on others. He knew what you did, your hobbies and stuff you liked, and you knew his too. He was one of the most thoughtful people you’ve met, he constantly helped you through hard times like when you were stressed for finals. You never really noticed but he rarely asked for help. He put most of his attention to you and would brush off the fact he never bothered you about himself. You grew to like him, as a friend and maybe more.

Until one day, your view on him changed completely. You were on one of your hangouts and he got a call. He excused himself and stood to the side as you ordered takeout desserts for him. When he came back his face was contorted to show more of a gloomy expression. He was visibly down and when you got the desserts you brought him to a bench asked him to sit.

He came clean about everything, well, all but one thing. He told you he had a girlfriend he never mentioned and their relationship has been rough for years. It started becoming rocky a year before he met you and admitted to seeing you more that he saw his girlfriend as he was happier and more relaxed around you. You apologized profusely but he told you it wasn’t your fault. He then went on about how his girlfriend got mad at him spending too much time with you and being controlling and that he dumped him in the phone call he just had. What he didn’t tell you was that they had a child on accident and she left the child with him. This would add stress to his life and it was another factor for his breakdown.

During his rant you realized something, he deserved better, and you honestly wanted to be that for him. You came to term with your romantic feelings for him but as much as you wanted him to love you back, you didn’t want to just be some rebound.

After he calmed down he confessed that he loved you and you made him feel more wanted then his girlfriend did. He asked that you accept his feelings but you had to do a double-take. You said that you loved him too but thought that if a relationship would form, it should happen later. You told him you didn’t want to be a rebound and he agreed to wait until he was over his girlfriend to date you.

With that settled, thing went back to normal- well, almost. You noticed he always had something on his mind, always checking up on something every once and a while on his phone. You assumed it was just newfound responsibilities that his ex left with him and didn’t mind it. You did notice he was always redirecting the conversation when it came to going to his place. You never asked before to visit before as you didn’t know if you were close enough but now that he’s single and confessed to you thought it wouldn’t be a problem.

You and Mirio had been going out for almost half a year now and though it hadn’t been very long you felt as though he were the one for you. You trusted him enough to give him the keys to your apartment, but he had never stayed the night or made spontaneous visits. You never visited his apartment too; he never gave you a key and when you suggested to go to his place, he would make excuses. They were usually because ‘the place is a mess’ or ‘there are hero plans that are classified’.

Which brought you to today, it was spring and Mirio was out doing hero things. He promised to spend time with you tonight after a quick shower at his place but you had better plans. You bought a snacks and wanted to wait for him at his place for a spontaneous surprise. Even if you couldn’t get in, it was time to get closer to him and finally see where he lives. You planned to wait in front of his door if it was locked and just surprise him there.

What you didn’t expect was there to be a girl storming out of where you believed was his apartment. She was yelling at her phone about something and you couldn’t help but overhear, “…that child is running circles around me! Seriously, he would not take a rest! That troublesome quirk of his is something I refuse to deal with any longer. I quit! … No I won’t fucking wait for the other one to arrive, I bet she won’t even take a fucking step into that mess” She yelled and hung up. You couldn’t hear as Mirio was on the other line, pleading for her not to leave the child unattended until he could call for another babysitter. As soon as the girl hang up, he rushed home from his office, forcing his sidekick to take over watching the area.

The furious girl stormed passed you and stopped as she turned around and shoved keys to your chest, “Are you the other babysitter? Good fucking luck with that child.” She grumbled while getting into the elevator, leaving you shocked. What were you supposed to do? Leave a child to run around and ruin his parents’ apartment? You checked the number and was surprised when you recognized the number. It was Mirio’s. You remember him bringing his building and number up in two different conversations one time and you were pretty sure this was it.

You walked to the respective door, unlocking it and cautiously walking in. As soon as the door closed a child popped up from the floor. You jumped in surprise as they walked to you and eyed you suspiciously. The blue eyes and blonde hair looked strangely familiar. It then dawned upon you that this boy was a carbon copy of your boyfriend. Was this his child? Was he the reason you were never invited here? Is this why he acted how he did? The thoughts swirled though you mind but was cut off by a teasing voice.

“Are you another one of those mommy replacements my dad keeps forcing here? My mom sucked and left and every other one of you did too. I’ve never seen you before though so maybe you’re new. Guess I’ll just run you out now to make this easier” he huffed and swallowed in a breath before disappearing into the floor. You took a moment to process his words and figured out that his ex was the one who left the child. The boy looked around four or five and he had his quirk already, which he was surprisingly good at using.

He popped up from behind a couch and sat with his arms crossed. “What? Aren’t you gonna chase me?” He questioned. You realized you should contain the child before he could be any more trouble.

“I won’t” you said, crossing your own arms, “Don’t you fall down to the people below’s house when you do that?”

“Nah, I learned how to stop quick enough before I get there” he shrugged, “Now come get me before I break stuff you’ll get blamed for”

“You won’t” you said boldly

“Won’t I?” he threatened

“You won’t, because if you do, all the broken stuff and the stress of others will affect your dad. He pays for this stuff and the caretakers and you running them out just costs more money”

“All he ever does is make money, he doesn’t even spend time with me”

Poor kid, you thought and gave him a sympathetic expression. You sat beside him and pulled him to you as you wrapped an arm around him. “Did you ever tell him that?”

“Huh?”

“D’you ever tell him that you wanted to spend time with him?”

“No but he’s my dad, shouldn’t he already know?” he asked

“True, maybe I should talk to him about that” you said and rubbed his arm, he looked up at you

“You will?” he smiled

“Sure” you said and returned it. You moved away and put your index and thumb together to make a circle. “Wanna play a game?” you asked excitedly.

He nodded quickly with stars in his eyes, “For every five bubbles you pop, you get a cookie”

He agreed and got ready. You blew air through the hole you made and many small bubbles came out. He clapped them one by one, even standing up and reaching for the ones that flew up You stopped blowing and just watched him enjoying himself. He giggled and jumped around, popping bubbles left and right. He fell to the couch and laughed.

“How many’d you get?” you ask and he shrugged, “I wasn’t counting” he replied.

“Well then,” you pulled a box of cookies out of the plastic bag “you get all of them”

“Yay!” he said and grabbed the box. Sitting down, he opened it and pulled a cookie out, then took a big bite. You giggled at his cuteness and wiped some crumbs away with your thumb. He really looked like his dad. To think Mirio wouldn’t tell you about this. Then again, it was very hard to talk about this thing so you understood. You smiled to yourself at the thought of raising this little troublemaker with him. The thought of starting a family with him crossed your mind once or twice but seeing what could actually be warmed your heart. Sure he wasn’t your biological son, or your son for that matter but if he saw you like a mother figure, you could act like one for him. You would spend loads of time with this kid if you could.

“You know, you could be my new replacement mommy if you wanted. You’re way better than the other ones” he gasped, “Maybe you could be my real mommy!”

You choked on your spit. You started coughing as he tried to pat your back. He was mature for his age but his thoughts could seem premature as well

“Do you not want to be?” he looked at you with sad eyes.

Your eyes widened in worry, “No! No, no, no, no, of course I want to be!” you reassured him

“Then do it!” the smile came back to his face

“I would but, you should ask your dad first” you said.

Right on cue the door slammed open to reveal your boyfriend. He looked a mess, still in his hero outfit but he looked drained, like he had been running. His eyes met yours and he saw you sitting with his son. He gasped as you ran over to him. He panicked as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around a corner to his dining area.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about him but if I had a chance with you I thought it would scare you away and I know it’s kind of a bad thing to do but I thought you would understand if I told you later in the relationship but if you don’t wanna be with me anymore I understand and-“

You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a loving kiss, “It’s okay. I’m not leaving you. I like him and I would happily raise him with you if you want that too” you said softly and smiled. He seemed to have calmed down as he held your hands. You pressed your lips to his once more and he held you close. It was as if you were assuring him that you won’t leave him for anything.

You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He sent you a smile that you swore you’ve seen just a few minutes prior. It came to you that his son had that very same smile and it made you more excited to go back and spend more time with him. Just then you heard his voice.

“Eww what are you two doing!?”

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Werewolf! Bakugou saved by Fem! Reader Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Summary: Werewolf Bakugou had been imprisoned by a cruel and abusive sorcerer until he was saved by a stranger.

Wanted to write a hurt/comfort part 2 to this because mmm halloween aesthetics

The rain continued to ease as the two of you made your way through the woods, slogging through flooded grass and crunching down fallen twigs from heavy wet branches overhead. 

Bakugou kept his distance from you, eyes keen and ears alert. You’d saved him true to your word, but he didn’t trust you fully. What if you had some devious plan of your own now that he was free and the sorcerer was no more? He’d rather die than succumb to any more subjugation in his lifetime.

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So uhhh... do you do breeding kinks? If yes, may I get a heavy dose of that with Iida/Mirio/Tamaki/Shinsou? Any or all. Thank you so much for giving me stuff to blush at!

a/n: can u tell i haven’t written smut in a minute LOL I did my best anon! i feel like these were more just creampie scenarios rather than breeding but hope u enjoy anyways! | Kofi || edit: idk why Tumblr messed up the readmore i’m sorry all :^(

Tenya Iida

You gasped as your skin hit the cool wood, all your schoolwork and review materials pushed onto the floor in the heat of the moment, Iida’s hands suddenly shaking and moving slowly across your bare skin, bottoms pulled down to your knees and a growing erection grinding against your core.

“J-just a quick break, you understand that right?” As uncertain as his voice was, you found comfort in his warm breath against your neck, pulling your hair back with one hand so he could kiss your neck, the other lining himself up. “We have to be quiet, else we might wake the others.”

He tried to maintain an air of composure even while fucking you against the coffee table, messy thrusts from being pent up from all your teasing, moans barely drowned out by the white noise of whatever was playing on the television just a few feet from you. 

“Such a romantic, Tenya, I might just cum right now,” at first you wanted to tease him, see if you could get him to be louder than he was already being, but when a moan came out instead of the snicker you intended, you got exactly what you were hoping for.

All that came out of Iida’s mouth was a groan, his large hands gripping your waist as he fucked you, already forgetting his own warning to you as he lost himself to the pleasure, groaning to his heart’s content, hips pistoning into yours until your moans were as loud as his, filling you with his cum. 

Mirio Togata

You were past the point of no return, Mirio was fired up and was loving how much you were enjoying yourself, the two of you quickly burning through the packet of condoms he bought on his way over.

“S-senpai, you’re going overboard again,” you moaned as his embrace tightened, refusing to slow down even for a second as he fucked you, “we ran out of rubbers, remember?”

He knew you well enough to know that you were reaching your limit, wanting to savor these last few rounds as long as he could before filling you with his cum. “I can’t help myself, you’re letting out such lovely sounds for me, my cute little kohai.”

His praises made you more embarrassed than what you were doing with him, whimpering as he moved feverishly, the sounds of your moans and skin slapping against each other echoing through your small apartment. 

“I-I’m close,” you dragged your nails down his back as Mirio fucked you deeper, both of you desperate for release, crying out his name as he emptied his load in you, stopping only for a second before moving his hips again, fucking you through the orgasm with a wide smile on his face as you met him with a slow kiss.

Tamaki Amajiki

You spent a few moments appreciating the sight of Tamaki in restrains before moving again, relishing in his blushing face as you rode him, hooking your arms around his neck loosely - a thin trail of drool spilling from his lips as he moaned your name. 

“Hn…(Y/N)-chan - I’m gonna cum.” Your senior was biting his lips at this point, whimpering at you with half-lidded eyes, doing his best to not cum until you gave him permission. “It’s too intense, I want to fill you with my cum.”

It was all music to your ears, unable to help the giggle on your lips before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, loving the way Tamaki melted in your hands, savoring every little piece he gave you. 

Before pulling away, you rolled your hips harder against his own as you tugged on his lips, “then take charge and cum.”

Now with permission, Tamaki activated his quirk easily breaking the cheap restraints to pin you down on his bed, a hungry look in his eyes as he took your lips again, fucking you roughly until it was your turn to moan and cry out for him, filling you over and over until you had your fill.

Hitoshi Shinsou

“You’re making a really naughty face right now,” Shinsou snickered as he pushed the hair out of your face, his pace hard and unrelenting as he fucked you through your first orgasm of the night, “imagine what the others would think if they saw you moaning over my cock like this.”

The thought of having an audience was something you’ve played with on your own, it was almost hard not to when Shinsou was close friends with so many of your favorite heroes. 

Hearing him say the words made your orgasm all the more sweeter, moaning into his mouth as you came, met with a messy kiss as he continued to thrust into you, the indecent sounds echoing through your empty apartment.

Shinsou groaned as your walls tightened around him, his movements becoming more sloppy as he got closer to the edge, whispering obscene praises in your ear.

“Mm, Shinsou, harder - fill me with your cum,” you managed to get the words out before becoming a mess of tears and gasps, dragging your nails across his back as he hissed and kept his body flush against yours, emptying his load into you, moving only to appreciate the sight of you twitching and leaking with cum. 

The Smut Pile Fantasy Collab

Preface:

Continuing this week!

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Once upon a time…

Chapter 1: My Hero Academia

@pleasantanathema​ All Smite (Villain All Might)

@linestrider​ Hawks

@enjifuckersupreme​ Inasa Yoarashi

@mindninjax​ Katsuki Bakugou (3 Parts)

@jackrrabbit​ Overhaul

@enjifuckersupreme​ Shouta Aizawa

Chapter 2: Haikyuu

@joyousandverywarlike​  Atsumu Miya & Osamu Miya

@whats-her-quirk​ Daichi Sawamura

@blahkugo​ Kei Tsukishima

@jackrrabbit​​ Keiji Akaashi

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@thisisthehardestthing​ Satori Tendō

@bakatenshii​ Team Seijoh

@lookslikeleese​ Tetsurō Kuroo

@pleasantanathema​ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Chapter 3: Attack on Titan

@present-mel​ Reiner Braun Part I, Part 2

@emailandpassword​ Zeke Yeager

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I wanna be Ushi's lil sister who he's just so gentle with. Being a total perv to him and he's just dumb enough to think its all out of innocence. He thinks that he's the sick one when he agrees to help you "learn" how to give a blowjob and he's so gentle as he pets your hair and enjoys the feeling of your mouth. You're so excited when he grips your hair and fucks your throat, muttering that he's sorry for being rough while he blasts loads down your throat. Next you'll ask him to take your cunny.

mm to take advantage of wakatoshi-nii <3

nsfw, fem reader, dubcon, incest, face/throat fucking

“toshi-nii...” you twirl your finger in your hair. “can i ask you something?”

he looks up at you from the manga he’s reading. sometimes you wish you’d catch him reading the hentai he hides under his bed. but no, he’s reading some shounen type. 

“what?” he closes the book and puts it aside, sitting up in his bed. 

“well...” you have to suppress the smile. “my boyfriend... you know him right?”

you see his eyebrow twitch. “yes.”

“it’s just...” you come and sit next to him on the bed. “he wants to take our relationship to the next level.”

he blinks at you. “why are you telling me this?”

“toshi-nii...” you whine. “you’re the only one i trust to ask...”

you’ve known him for so long that you can tell you gave his ego a little boost. “what?” he sighs.

“he wants me to put my mouth on him...” you make a show of parting your lips, letting him see your wet tongue. “a... blowy? i think that’s what he called it.”

“a blowjob?”

“yeah! yeah... that’s it...” your cunt thrums in anticipation. “and... y’see, i’ve never given one before and... i want it to be good so... can you teach me?”

his face is slowly, but surely, turning red. he just stares at you and you stare back... well, until you look down and see his cock getting hard in his shorts. you hide your smirk, blinking innocently at him.

“we shouldn’t.”

“but nii-san...” you grab his arm. “what if he breaks up with me because i can’t give him a good blowjob? i would be so sad...”

wakatoshi has a little debate with himself, and you can see the gears turning behind his eyes. 

“fine. i’ll teach you.”

“thank you, toshi-nii!” you grin, eagerly getting between his legs. 

he pulls down the waistband of his shorts and underwear down until they slide down his legs, revealing his cock. wow... it’s fatter... and longer... and just much bigger than you thought.

“toshi-nii...” you stare. “can i touch it?”

“sure.”

you grab at the head, hearing his breath hitch. you give a ghost of a smile, moving your hand down to the base and watching his precum begin to bead at his tip.

“so i just put my mouth on it?” you look up.

he hums.

and with that you engulf his cock. he jumps a bit at the sudden movement, putting his hand in your hair. “whoa...” his breath shakes.

you take him as far as you can, gripping at what you can’t take. still, you gag, taking your mouth off of him.

“you don’t have to take it all the way...” he strokes your hair, watching as you wipe at your mouth. “take whatever is comfortable.”

“but does it feel good if i take it all the way?”

“well...”

you lick at his cock now, sucking at the sides and at the head, hollowing your cheeks out. 

“just tell me what feels good, nii-san.”

and you take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and easing more and more of him in. he keeps his hand on the back of your head, not pressing down but just holding you gently. you choke around his cock as it reaches your throat and he groans loudly. you keep just playing with it that way, easing him into the entrance and gagging around the head of his cock. 

“it feels good...” he sighs, using his other hand to stroke you cheek as you take him. “just like that.”

you pop your mouth off, sucking in air. “sorry, toshi-nii....”

“it’s okay...” he swallows. “you’re doing good.”

“am i?” you bat your eyelashes at him. “i think i like sucking your cock.”

his cock visibly twitches at your words.

“we can... we can stop if you want...” he clears his throat. “you’ve done good, i think your boyfriend will be pleased...”

“no, toshi-nii...” you grip the base of his cock with your small hand. “i want you to cum.”

his breath hitches, and the hand that was on the back of your head returns, pulling on your hair and forcing his cock in your mouth. you moan as he fits it in your throat, but then pushes all the way. your eyes bulge and water as he bottoms out inside.

“there...” he closes his eyes, visibly pleasured. “is this okay?”

you can barely nod your head, but you do, tears falling from your eyes from the stretch. you’re hyperventilating, struggling to breathe through your nose since his cock is basically in your esophagus. 

“if you let your boyfriend do this...” he grabs the sides of your face, pulling on your cheeks. “he’ll love you forever.”

and then he stands, pushing his cock further down your throat as he begins to thrust. your hands hold onto the hem of his shirt, pulling as he fucks your face. your thighs rub together, you’re so fucking turned on from this. 

“teeth,” he comments. you try to relax your jaw, opening as wide as you can to avoid grazing his cock to give him the most pleasurable experience possible.

because if he likes it, that means he’ll come back, right?

your eyes roll in your head as your nii-san pounds the back of your throat. you’re nearly losing consciousness but it’s so good... his groans are so hot and you’re cunny is soaking wet. you wished he would’ve fucked you, but this is second best, you suppose.

“i’m going to cum...” he pulls out, cock slapping against your face. “should i--”

“cum in my throat, nii-san!” your voice is hoarse and scratchy, a little distorted. “you can cum inside.”

his eyes darken and once again he’s pounding your mouth and you love every second of it. you look up at him, eyes streaming with tears and you try to smile on his dick. toshi watches, mouth open, moans falling from his mouth as he cums inside your throat. you try your best to swallow around his cock, milking him for all his worth. 

he pulls out, taking a step back and sitting down on his mattress. he breathes heavy, watching his cock soften.

“i love you, nii-san...” you rest your head on his thigh. 

his hand comes down to pet your head, running his thick fingers in your hair.

“maybe next time...” you look up at him. “you can teach me how to fuck.”