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[aangelicest]

𝜗 ᴗ ‸ ᴗ) angel◞ 23◞ she/her◞ suguru's loser little sister .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 & 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂'𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 & 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 !! 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 & 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖳𝖶

✟ SUGURU GETO

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✟ NANAMI KENTO

Uncle!Nanami brat taming

✟ SHOKO IEIRI

Mommy!Shoko eating you out

[aangelicest]

naoya zenin fucking his little sister because she looks up to him and follows him around like a little shadow and it feeds his ego.

thats it. (I saw jjk execution today)

[aangelicest]

who’s the character on your pinned post? she’s very pretty!

She's Kokoa Yoshizaki, from kimi ni koisuru satsujinki!

[aangelicest]

im sorry you're getting haters. i love you and your writing sm!! 🩷🩷

I expect it so it doesn't really bother me, I heavily tag and put content warnings on my posts, so they've clearly searched to find them, which is not my fault at that point 🥰

But thank you so much ❤️ Life is busy but I hope to post more soon (*ノ▽ノ)

[aangelicest]

gross fucking pos loser stupid cunt

If only you were my onii, I'd nut to this

[aangelicest]

hi may i please request anything with sukuna? uncle, dad, older brother, anything i just would love to see anything you write with him please please

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Daughter!Reader, Rough use, dubc♡n

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

“Nngh—f-fuck—’s not gonna fit—” “You’ve taken it before,” he growls, voice in your ear. “Sit.”

You can barely hold yourself up; and when you exhale, your tight entrance scratching to even try and accept the tip- you scream, back arching, choking on your own tears as your body tries to reject it.

But gravity—and the death grip he has on your waist—wins.

You slide down inch by inch, walls stretching, clenching, spasming- cunt gripping him like it’s trying to milk the life out of him. Tears in your eyes. drool on your chin.

“F-Full… f-full, Daddy—oh fuck, I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he rumbles, watching the way she bulges. “You're not weak. Take it.”

When you start bouncing—slow and struggling at first, moans stuttering with every inch you lift and drops, you can hear his quiet grunts in your ear, breath warm and heavy against your skin.

His cock hits so deep, you're seeing stars with every bounce.

“You’re gonna break yourself,” he snarls, holding your hips tighter.

“Then help me,” you beg, clawing at his chest. “Please—Daddy—”

And he does.

With an almost irritated huff, his big hands grip your thighs bruisingly, nails digging into your soft flesh before he lifts you up- and drops you down.

Again. And again.

He’s using you like a fleshlight—just a tight, soaked little cocksleeve in his lap, babbling nonsense and squealing.

“Too much—hahhh—Daddy I’m gonna—gonna—!”

Your orgasm is explosive, legs twitching as his cockhead bullies your womb, every hit making you spurt out on his torso and your own thighs.

And when you cry, trying to crawl away?

He grabs your waist, slamming you all the way down, grip tight on your waist.

“Stay put.”

“Wait—don’t—don’t cum insid—nnNNGH—!”

Too late.

His cock twitches, deep in your womb, then erupts. Cum floods your walls, so much so that you can feel it pour out around the seal, leaking down your thighs, pooling on his throne.

And although you collapse against him, lungs fighting to intake more air, you feel him readjust.

"I'm not done." He hisses, lifting your limp body right back up. His cock wasn't even remotely soft when he pulls out for a second.

Not even close.

"You’re not done till I say you are," he growls, dragging your limp, leaking body back onto his lap. "I didn't raise a weak child."

You whimper, breath hitching as he lines up again—his cock still hard, still fat, still dripping.

"N-nooo—Daddy—it’s too much, it’s too—nnghh—"

He slides in anyway.

This time he doesn’t wait. No prep, no warning. He bottoms out, one brutal thrust—and you're done.

Body jerking, mind disintegrating.

"Uhh—uhhhhn—ah! ah! fuh—pussy—d-daddy—uh—nuh—mmn—c-cum—p-please—"

You weren't even aware your voice could get this high-pitched- words slurred, broken up by every thrust that bounces you off his cock like a ragdoll.

He fucks you so deep, your belly bulges every time, and he presses on it just to hear you cry out that it's too much.

“Feel that?" He brushes his sharp teeth over your shoulder, threatening to pierce the delicate skin already blooming with pretty purple bruises from how harshly he holds you.

"You won't be walking till you give me everything."

[aangelicest]

are you back!? i missed you soo much (like aloooot)!! no pressure at all on posting but i can't wait to see what you'll write next. take care 🐇💓

My internet is very bad here so I'm sorry for being gone for so long 🩷 I have a lot of things piled up in word documents I have to go through though, so hopefully I have a lot of content for everyoneヽ(´▽｀)/

[aangelicest]

Gojo’s forehead is pressed to yours, his hands shaking as he tries to push in more, but it’s not happening.

“Fuck- fuck- why’re you so tight-” he gasps, voice strained, sweat dripping down his temples. He’s panting, flushed all the way down his chest. “It’s just the tip- heh- just the tip and you’re already- baby you’re squeezing me so hard-"

You're whimpering, squirming beneath him, hands scrambling at his shoulders. “Toru- s'too big- s'not gonna fit, it hurts-!”

But he’s already kissing your tears away, cooing like you're a scared kitten. “Shh, baby, shhh-‘m not even halfway- fuck- gonna take it slow, I promise- please don’t squirm like that, it makes it so hard not to fuck you open right now-”

His hips jerk forward an inch and he moans, face twisting. He’s already so close and he’s only got the tip in.

[aangelicest]

hii you're amazing and i love all your writing. i might request something later I just wanted to tell you that. and i hope you don't get hate mail. your posts make me so happy so thank you have a good day 🩷

Thank you so much you're so sweet! Surprisingly aside from the first week I started, I've gotten no hate asks ^^ I try to be as thorough as I can with tagging and always mark my posts as mature after a few weeks just for extra precaution, I hope it stays that way!

You made my day 💗🫶

[aangelicest]

hi angel <3 any chance you could do something with sugu holding his little sister down while toru fucks her because he could tell they both have a thing for each other but sugu-nii gets jealous and takes her too? hehe thank you <3

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Little Sister!Reader, Big Brother!Suguru, Brother's Best Friend!Satoru, Mutual pining, Multiple Org♡sms, Double Penetr♡tion, Threes♡me, Suguru is a terrible brother, Satoru's down bad, I have no clue I didn't proof read these at all I wrote like half of it in google docs and then the other half here so formatting is a mess.

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

"You know," Suguru starts casually, voice low and slow, as if he's trying to hold himself back from laughing. "it’s funny how people think I don’t notice things."

You pause, but Satoru doesn’t even blink. You're not even sure if he's paying attention

"But I’m observant. I see patterns.” He leans back on the couch, his knee nudging yours. "Like how Satoru starts acting weird when you walk into a room."

"I don't-" Satoru begins to protest

"You're literally bricked up because her legs are squished next to yours, don't lie."

You damn near choke on air and Satoru doesn’t move, but the faint twitch in his jaw betrays him, and you swear you can see him avert his eyes from under his sunglasses.

Suguru turns to you with mock innocence.

“And you- you look like a kicked puppy every time he talks to another woman.”

“Sugu..” you mutter, voice tight, face flushed in embarrassment.

“No, no. Let’s not pretend this hasn’t been going on for months. The pining. The awkward hovering.” He leans forward now, elbows on the desk. “So. I figured I’d be a good big brother and best friend and help out.”

Your eyes snap to him. “Suguru, I-”

“Shh, sweetheart.”

He wraps a stand of your hair around his finger, lazily twirling it between his index and thumb. “I’m not mad. It’s cute, actually.” His voice is soft now, warm and condescending. “You don’t have to be scared. You’re allowed to want him. Better him than a bastard I don't know about.”

Satoru stays still, tense-but you see the way his eyes shift, flicking to you and back to Suguru, like he’s waiting for a signal. He can't tell if this is a big joke or not- but Suguru has never been the type to joke about his sister.

“She’s been dreaming about it, you know,” Suguru tells him, leaing closer to you now. “Crying into her pillow like a little thing in heat. Whispering your name.”

You wonder how far you can get if you start running now.

Suguru cups your face with one hand, tilting your chin up. His thumb brushes your cheek gently.

“I hear everything in this house, doll. You know that.”

You swallow hard. “I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” he coos, amused. "Surely you didn't think I wouldn't hear you moaning his name when we share a wall, hm? Almost makes me jealous."

His gaze flicks to Satoru.

“She needs help. Go on.” Satoru moves before you can even respond, and your eyes widen at the desperation in his eyes.

He’s on you in two strides- broad hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush to him. The heat of his body is overwhelming, his breath brushing your ear as he whispers-

“...Are you sure?”

You're panicking, but Suguru answers for you. He scoots closer behind you again, nosing at your hair with a mock-gentle hum. Pulling you till your back is against his chest.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Let him touch you. Let him see how sweet you are when you’re begging.”

Satoru kisses your neck, his hands everywhere. One sliding up your shirt, the other gripping your thigh so tight you're afraid he's going to leave marks.

You whimper, and Suguru just shushes you like you're being dramatic.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he coos, low and smooth. “He’ll be good to you. I trust him with your life… and now, with this.”

Satoru pants softly against your throat, and you wonder if that sound that just escaped him was a growl.

“Suguru, I... I can’t-” you gasp, voice cracking.

“Yes, you can,” Suguru murmurs. “Let him ruin you a little, hmm? You can do it for us baby.”

His hands slide down your shoulders before he leans back just enough space to watch.

Satoru takes charge, crawling closer till the couch's weak cushions creaks beneath you, but it’s not what you’re focused on.

You’re focused on Satoru. On the weight of his body, the heat of his breath, the way his fingers are digging into your thighs-

But it’s too much.

It’s too much- his mouth, his hands, the way he groans against your skin and pants like a dog. You've never seen him look so disheveled, his lips sucking at your skin like he wants to cover you in proof that you're his.

You don't even register that his pants are down, cock leaking and tip an angry red until you feel his hand slip your skirt down alongside your soaked panties, thumb circling your clit.

And you’re squirming, thrashing, moaning against your own will because it’s all finally happening and it’s too intense to process. The fact that your brother was right there, holding you down so his best friend could bury himself inside you was too much.

You reach out blindly- and Suguru catches you.

His arms wrap around you from behind, firm and soothing, like a serpent coiling around prey to still its panic. You twist in his hold, gasping, nails biting into his sleeves like he’s your lifeline.

“Shhh, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His voice is velvet and steel, warm breath against your ear as he strokes your hair back.

“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you? You always were,” he murmurs, watching Satoru from over your shoulder. “Look how good he’s being for you. Look how much he wants you.”

Satoru growls low in his throat, his face flushed, eyes wild- so unlike his usual bravado. His hands are gripping your hips like he might bruise them, his hands around your hips as he slowly sinks his thick cock into you, feeling your walls threaten to suck him in and never let go, so tight and warm.

“F-Fuck, I can’t-” you sob, and Suguru hushes you again, one arm still tight around your waist, the other slipping up to cradle your jaw.

“You can,” he whispers. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Just hold onto me. You can handle it, let him bottom out and it'll feel so good baby I promise.”

And you try.

Clinging to your brother’s arm like it’s the only thing anchoring you to this reality, while Satoru lets go, burying himself to the hilt while you whimper, pretty tears falling from your lashes as you get used to the agonizing burn.

But the second you whimper his name- a small "Toru..."

He snaps.

He pulls out and slams into you like he’s spent a lifetime holding back, and now there’s no room for restraint. Hands shaking. Mouth parted. His usual cocky tone gone, replaced with quiet, broken groans as he finally, finally takes what he’s always wanted.

Your head twists and you moan into Suguru’s shoulder, twitching, thrashing—but his grip keeps you still as Satoru pounds into you like he's trying to make all 3 of you one with the couch.

“There you go,” he coos darkly. “You’re perfect like this. Let him break you in. Let him make you his.”

You’re not even sure whose name you’re saying anymore. Your whole body arches. Overstimulated. Possessed.

And Satoru shudders hard, breath hitching as he buries himself deep. Your body is limp, trembling in Suguru’s arms, sweat-damp and flushed- wrecked. But Satoru doesn’t stop.

He can’t.

There’s this look in his eyes now- possessed, ruined with longing and hunger, lips swollen from kissing your skin raw. His movements are rough, rhythm punishing, but it’s not cruel. It’s desperate.

“She’s shaking." he pants, eyes flicking up to Suguru behind you. He looks concerned, but at the same time he can't stop. The hug of your walls around his dick makes him want to bust instantly- but he wants you to fall apart first.

“She can take it,” Suguru murmurs smoothly, lips brushing your temple. “She wants to. Don’t you, doll?”

You whimper. He tightens his grip, one hand stroking down your chest as the other cradles your jaw again, guiding your gaze to Satoru like a prize he’s offering up.

“Look at him,” Suguru whispers. “Look at how good he is for you. Every thrust is for you. He’s been starving for this, sweet girl.”

You do look.

And Satoru is feral- hair damp with sweat, muscles flexing with every desperate push into your already sensitive body. He growls through clenched teeth as your eyes meet his. He looks like a rabid animal- if he was anymore feral you'd mistake him for a curse.

“Don’t stop looking,” Suguru hums. “He likes it. Don’t you, Satoru? He's never shut up this long before.”

“Fucking love it- shit- god, you're so good baby you're so tight I'm going to pass out.” Satoru grits out, slamming in deep enough to make your legs spasm around him.

You sob, nails digging into Suguru’s sleeves again. But he just coos, lowering his mouth to your ear as he holds you tighter.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let him fuck you dumb. Let it happen,” Suguru purrs. “You’re doing so well for us.”

“I-it’s too much-” you sob.

“It’s never too much,” Suguru croons, kissing your cheek. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Look at how wet you still are. Look at how your body begs for it like you're a little whore.”

Satoru’s hands tremble as he pulls your hips closer again, voice raw. He wants to be close to you too, whining as he presses his face against your neck, voice hoarse from how hard he's panting.

“I think about this every night. Every time I saw you. Every time you smiled at me, I wanted to ruin it. I wanted to fuck you so hard your cunt remembers the shape of me.”

You cry out, body twitching again a as another orgasm threatens to tear through you. You’re not even sure which one you’re on anymore. You don't even remember when you had your first one.

Suguru chuckles against your ear.

“She’s close again,” he says sweetly. “You feel it, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Satoru groans, thrusts picking up again. “God, she clenches like she wants me to stay in forever.”

“Then give it to her.”

Your whole body arches, shaking violently in your brother’s arms as Satoru buries himself deep and stays there, grinding through your orgasm as you scream so loud you're sure the neighbors heard.

Suguru holds you tighter through the overstimulation, rocking you gently.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers. “So full. So sweet. Such a perfect little thing.”

And Satoru? Still not done.

“I'm not done. I hope you know I’m not pulling out.”

You don’t know where one orgasm ends and the next begins.

You don't remember when the positions changed, when your arms wrapped around your brother's neck, face pressed against him. Satoru presses on your back to force an arch, watching the way your ass ripples every time he smacks his hips forward.

Your body’s trembling, soaked, wrecked- and still, Satoru doesn’t stop. He can’t. Not when you’re still clenching so sweetly around him. Not when your face is buried in Suguru’s neck, mumbling nonsense against his throat.

“What was that?” Suguru murmurs softly, brushing your sweaty hair back. “Say it again, dove.”

You whimper.

“P-Please…”

“Please what baby? Use your big girl words.”

Satoru groans into your shoulder, his cock still buried deep and twitching. You feel like you’re about to break open, but you’re also so full, so blissfully overwhelmed, you can’t think straight.

“I want more,” you breathe out finally. “Please… I want—”

Suguru chuckles darkly.

He shifts his position, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him, purple eyes glowing in a dangerous haze that makes your vision go dizzy.

"But this is you and Satoru's precious first time together, hm? Don't tell me you-"

"W...Want... want you too- please... P-Please-"

"Ah..." Suguru lets out a low chuckle, lifting your chin up as he sighs, an adoring gaze in his eyes. "Whatever will I do with you, greedy little girl?"

And his lips meet yours.

Slow. Deep. Devouring. Not like a brother should, thats for sure. Not like a man easing you out of anything. No- he kisses you like you belong to him. Like he's trying to suffocate you so sweetly with his lips.

And you melt into it, moaning against his lips while Satoru starts smacking his hips against yours- this time slower, deeper, savoring every broken sound you make against your own brothers lips.

And when Suguru pulls away, a faint string of saliva connecting your kiss-bitten lips, he strokes your flushed cheek and coos.

“Good girl. You’re so sweet like this. All messy and open for us.”

“She can’t even think anymore,” Satoru groans, kissing your shoulder. “She’s soaked. Fucking dripping. Clenched so hard around me I thought my dick was going to fall off.”

“She doesn’t need to think,” Suguru hums. “She just needs to feel. Let her go soft for us.”

You’re gasping, twitching, falling apart- and still, Suguru kisses you through it, murmuring in your ear between each gentle praise.

“That’s it, baby.” “Just like that.” “So good. So pretty when you cry like that.” “You can come again. I know you can. Do it for me.”

And you do- shaking violently, moaning into his chest as Satoru groans through gritted teeth and slams in one final time, spilling so much you're about 99% sure you could feel it filling your womb.

But he doesn’t pull out. Neither of them let you go.

Suguru holds you, rocking you gently, while Satoru stays buried in you- arms tight around your waist, lips pressed to your spine.

“You’re gonna be so full,” Suguru murmurs against your hair. “I might let him go again. Would you like that?”

You nod, dazed, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Please… please don’t stop…”

Suguru smiles. He looks down at you with a slow, dangerous grin.

“Then let big brother have a turn.”

You're limp between them- used, soaked, ruined- but still not even close to done.

Satoru is panting against your back, arms draped around your waist, still nestled inside you. And Suguru? Still holding your jaw gently, watching the tears glisten in your lashes.

Suguru kisses you again- softer this time. Almost sweet, if not for the sheer filth that was the fact that he's your brother. He presses his forehead to yours, voice low and silken.

“You always were my greedy little princess.”

He pulls away just enough to unbutton his shirt, slow, deliberate. Satoru shifts behind you but doesn’t pull out- he just props you up a little more, letting Suguru guide your body down.

You feel the heat of Suguru’s cock slide between your thighs and your breath hitches. You’re already full. Already so overwhelmed you can barely form words.

But Suguru kisses your cheek.

“Shhh. You can take it. I know you can.” “You’re going to let me in too, sweetheart.” “You want both of us, don’t you?”

You nod again, frantic and teary-eyed, but when his cock nudges at your cunt, trying to push in beside Satoru's your eyes widen in panic.

“W-Wait It won't f-fit-”

Satoru grits his teeth as Suguru presses in beside him- thick, slow, stretching you open even more. Your body jerks, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of being split between them.

You scream.

But Suguru only coos, hands gripping your hips as he pushes in deeper. “There you go. Breathe through it. That’s my girl.”

“Holy fuck,” Satoru groans, holding you tighter, and you swear you can see him drooling. “She’s twitching like crazy.”

“Of course she is. She’s never had this before,” Suguru murmurs darkly. “Never been truly filled. Until now.”

They both stay still for a moment- inside, deep, thick, stretching you so full you feel like you might break.

Suguru begins to move- slow, grinding thrusts, rocking you into Satoru as his best friend holds your hips steady. Every movement sends lightning through your nerves, every stroke dragging a sob from your throat.

“You’re doing so well,” Suguru whispers. “Taking both of us like a good little slut.”

Satoru’s hand slips between your legs, fingers rubbing circles over your swollen clit.

“Come for us again,” he growls. “Come with us inside you.”

It didn't take long- and they didn't need to tell you twice. You scream, body locking up- your orgasm tearing through you like a storm.

And that’s when Suguru really lets go.

He slams into you harder, pace faster now, chasing the heat, the tightness, the feeling of you sobbing in his arms, stuffed full and babbling his name like a broken record. He wants to fuck you through your orgasms so hard they're never ending.

“Tell me whose you are.” Suguru commands, voice cracking slightly, black hair falling from his usual bun, sticking to his sweaty face.

“Y-Yours,” you cry. “Yours and Satoru’s- please- don’t ever stop- ”

And both of them groan, deep and broken, as they come inside you together. Hot and full. Heavy. Pulsing. You can feel their cocks twitching so hard inside your walls start sucking at them both like its giving little kisses.

You collapse, your back against Suguru's, totally used, twitching in their arms. Barely conscious.

But they don't stop.

You’re not even sure how long it’s been. Where you are anymore.

Your body’s numb, your thighs are soaked, and your voice is hoarse from all the crying and begging- but they still haven’t stopped.

You’re on your back now, sprawled across the coffee table, legs spread and tied loosely with his own silk tie because at one point you tried to crawl away.

Satoru is behind you again, spreading your legs wider, pushing his cock back inside your swollen, dripping hole like it’s nothing. Like you’re not already ruined from being double-stuffed minutes earlier.

“She’s still so tight,” he growls, fingers digging into your waist. “Fuck, I could stay here all night.”

“Who says we won’t?” Suguru purrs, casually laying back against the couch, cock hard and dripping with pre- watching every thrust with his chin in his hand.

You’re drooling. Panting. Begging without words, body twitching every time Satoru bottoms out.

Suguru leans forward and cups your jaw, thumb tapping your lips.

“Open up,” he says, and when you do, he presses his thick fingers past your lips. “Good girl. Just like that. Suck.”

You do. Desperate. Hungry. Needy. Moaning around the taste of his skin.

“You hear her?” Satoru's back to his cocky tone, chuckling lowly at the sight of you so debauched. “She’s gurgling on your fingers.”

“She wants to be used,” Suguru hums, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell us what you are.”

You try, but all that comes out is a broken whimper.

“Mm. Thought so. Dumb little thing. Can’t even think anymore, can you?”

You shake your head.

“Then let us think for you.”

Satoru suddenly pulls out—and you sob at the emptiness. But not for long.

Suguru’s behind you in a second, hands spreading you open again.

“She’s leaking all over the table,” he murmurs, mock-scolding. “We’ll have to plug her up again, won’t we?”

“Pretty little mouth is leaking too, drooling all over the place. How dirty~” Satoru coos.

You don’t even protest. You can’t.

All you do is gasp when Satoru slides into your mouth- deep, choking you gently while Suguru fucks you from behind again.

You’re sandwiched. Body trembling. Mind broken. Full at both ends.

Suguru’s cock hits deep, slapping your soaked messy pussy while Satoru groans above you, thrusting slow but firm, watching your throat bulge around him.

You twitch violently when Suguru grabs your hips harder, voice breaking as he growls-

“You’re not leaving until you're leaking out both ends. Understand?”

You nod, mouth full of cock, tears streaming down your face in bliss.

[aangelicest]

satoru nii-chan using his little sister at a family event secretly under the table?

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Little Sister!Reader, Exhibiti♡nism, Public Use

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

"Sit here." He murmurs, pulling you by your wrist with that typical playful grin of his. He tugs you until you're sat on his lap, cloth from the table covering your thighs slightly- just enough to hide his hand slipping between your legs under your dress, tugging your soaked panties to the side.

Thankfully, the rest of the clan was too busy either arguing amongst themselves or gossiping under hushed whispers to hear the grunt that escapes him when he lifts you up slightly and pulls your hips down to slide inside of you- thick, hot and raw.

"Good girl," He whispers in your ear when you clench around his cock, the feeling of him throbbing making your entire body tremble. "Now stay still."

And you tried. God you really tried.

But sitting on his cock stuffed full while your family talks about Jujutsu Society and curses and recent boring political garbage felt like torture. Your hands grip the edge of the table like you were afraid you'd somehow lose balance and completely start melting against him.

But of course, he looked perfectly fine on the outside, humming as he cuts a piece of steak with his fork, waving it in front of your lips with a smug, shit eating grin.

"Aren't you hungry?" He coos out loud, "You haven't touched your food yet."

Before you had any time to respond he already pressed it against your lips, his own right next to your ear, voice low and teasing.

"Open and swallow like a good girl."

And what else could you do but obey? He slid the fork into your mouth, slow and teasing, watching you swallow like he was feeding a pet. His free hand stayed around your hip, grinding into you just enough to make you feel it but not enough friction for any type of meaningful pleasure.

"Feel that?" He murmurs in your ear, his voice not matching that all-too-casual expression on his face as he smiles at your family for sighing in relief that the infamous Gojo siblings at least got along. If only they knew. "Feel how deep I am in this tight little cunt? While you sit here all pretty and polite, pretending you're not about to cream on my cock in front of our own mother?"

You whimpered- quiet, almost a soft breath. But he felt it- felt you squeezing around him in response.

"Fuck. You're so warm," He breathes, warm breath against your neck- almost a growl. "I could cum just like this, just buried inside you. Letting your pussy milk me dry while you act like a good, sweet little sister in front of everyone."

Someone makes a comment that enlists laughter, and you do too- barely- while tears prick at the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch of your walls clenching around his dick like a suction cup.

But then he grabs your hips tighter, fingers pressing so deep into your skin you know it'll leave pretty little fingerprints the next day.

"Don't move," he warns, voice low. "If you cum on my cock you better not make a sound, or I'll bend you over this table and fuck you in front of everyone. Make them watch what their sweet little girl's been doing behind closed doors."

You nod, but the second he rocks his hips again- just once- deep and slow, you bite your lip so hard you can feel it begin to bleed, hands gripping the tablecloth so hard you're afraid you're going to yank it off.

"Good girl," is all he mumbles, his free hand moving down to circle your clit as he chuckles lowly in your ears, like it was entertaining to see you struggle- and you're sure it was. "Now, lets see how much cum I can pump inside you until someone see's it dripping down your legs."

[aangelicest]

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Older Sister!Reader, Yandere!Young Brother!Gojo, Drugging, unhealthy obsessions, NON-EXPLICIT, Mentioned mast♡rbation

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

Satoru hadn’t seen you in what felt like a lifetime.

Not since the day you had been escorted out of the estate, her new husband at her side, giving him that pretty smile of yours to try and convince him you were fine- but you weren't. He could tell. He knew everything about you, more than you realized.

But now, you were coming back, if only for a moment to visit, and the thought of it stirred something deep within him— something that he attempted to shove down since his childhood. His sick twisted sense of ownership he felt like he needed over you- his obsession he masked well growing up.

Every time you touched his hand, he'd run off or excuse himself to hold it against his cheek, panting as he pretended you'd caress him. Even the thought of getting a hug from you was enough for him to nearly bust in his pants. He had to work hard to force his body to comply with his head rather than his heart- and for the most part, he managed to.

But the obsession never really faded. Even as you became a distant memory, locked away in his mind, Satoru’s feelings hadn’t wavered. The way you always made him feel- wanted, protected, loved, even as children- it had evolved into something darker, more suffocating with every passing year. You were always meant to be his, in his mind. You had been his first love, his first everything. No one could ever compare.

When the familiar sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, Satoru’s pulse quickened, and he had to force his six eyes to ignore the presence so his first time seeing you would be in person. You were here. His sister, now a woman who had lived with another clan, shared your body and heart with another man. The mere thought of it made something sour curl in his chest, a vicious possessiveness that left him unsettled, yet so very hungry.

Like he wanted to consume you whole, so your hearts would beat as one.

Minutes later, the door to his room creaked open, and there you were. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary. You looked the same yet too different- more mature, perhaps a little colder, but still undeniably still the same. You scent, the soft curve of your lips that had haunted his thoughts for so long, was now more than just a memory.

“You’re home.” he said, his voice low, dangerously smooth. He practiced what he was going to say for so long that he defaulted to the most boring option. But it's okay, because the face you make when you step closer was enough to make him think he was going into cardiac arrest.

“I’ve missed you, Satoru.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gestured toward the table beside him where a pot of tea sat, steam rising from its spout. “You must be tired, can't imagine your husbands family has a better driver than us,” he murmured, the tone of his voice thick with something that wasn’t quite right. But he couldn't help but give the light jab. “Please, allow me to make you comfortable.”

As you settled into the chair, Satoru moved effortlessly, the calm exterior he’d always worn masking the storm raging within him. He poured her tea, the liquid swirling in the porcelain cup, then casually dropped in a single, tasteless tablet— one that would ensure she stayed with him, unable to leave for the rest of the evening.

“You sound so polite now,” He wanted to record your soft, airy chuckle so he could replay it over and over and over when he pumps his cock to your photo at night. “It's only me.”

He was careful. He knew what it would do, how it would slow your thoughts and dull her senses. He watched as the tea darkened slightly, the drug dissolving, and he handed the cup to her with a smile so practiced, so serene, that it almost seemed normal. “A gift from me,” he said. “A special blend for your return.”

As you take a few sips, humming softly at the blend- it was so sweet.. sweeter than normal, but you figured the special blend was probably why.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, filled with an edge of something more dark. “Just as I remember. I’ve missed you, more than you could ever know.”

“I’ve missed... you too, Toru.” Your voice trails off, blinking as you feel a bit dizzy- but of course, you'd never suspect him. It was the fatigue of travel, surely.

As you finished the tea, your eyelids beginning to flutter with weariness, Satoru felt a dark satisfaction wash over him. But it was more than that— it was a need, an insatiable hunger that twisted in his gut. He wasn’t going to let her go this time. Not again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, his voice a mere breath now, barely containing the madness within. His hands reach out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ears, leaning in so close you can feel his breath on your neck. “You’ll stay, won’t you? Just for a little while longer. We have so much catching up to do.”

And by the time you realized his other hand was sliding up your kimono, it was too late. You sunk deeper into the chair, eyes fluttering up at him like a hopeless little lamb seeking mercy.

But he was a wolf, ready to devour you whole.

[aangelicest]

ANGEL PLEASE. I NEED YOU. WHERE DID YOU GO.

oh who.... me?

kidding lol.

I actually got stuck in Japan funnily enough, the US doesn't want to let me back in and my grandparents' internet is actually ancient. I have many drafts in my notes I'd love to post, but without reliable internet on my laptop, I'm not sure when I can. I could always post them from my phone but I don't even want to think about having to translate everything properly on my own, my brain isn't big enough for this... wait for me baby <3

[aangelicest]

Sorry you guys but Caleb's release from Love and Deepspace had me in a chokehold, and all I can think about is big brother route big brother route big brother route so I haven't been around to writing

[aangelicest]

hiii angel, i don't really see you around outside of your blog, do you interact with anyone or is this a sideblog :-0

Ah, english is not my first language and I often run my responses (and even writing) through translation app to make sure I'm saying the right thing, so I get shy when interacting with other blogs. I sort of just stare at everyone from afar ww

But yes! This is also a sideblog, so if I ever like a post, I doubt anyone will be able to trace it back to me since this isn't my main.

[giyusdarling]

BROTHER KNOWS BEST

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, incest, teasing, slight degradation, manipulation, making out, fingering, oral ( m receiving ), mentions of virgin!reader, penetrative sex ( p in v ), panty stealing, unsolicited pics?, possible spelling/grammar errors

pairings: satoru gojo x loser fem!reader

words: 0.6k approx

note: inspired by @dilftoru, oml you have given me so many gojo brainworms in general 🙏 /pos

big brother!satoru who, ever since you were little, has told you about how all the other men you’ll meet are just going to use you for your body, and that he’s is the only one who truly loves you for you! he does feel a bit bad at how scared you always look whenever he tells you stories about all those bad and evil men, but it really is just for your own good. but technically what he’s saying is somewhat accurate, he’s just stretching the truth, and that never hurt anyone.

big brother!satoru who teaches you all there is to know about boys—and more specifically how to please them. though he’s the only one you’ll be needing any of those skills for. he’s still remembers the first time he taught you how to kiss, the way your soft, inexperienced lips mashed against his own as his hands roamed your body. and the sweet little gasp you let out as his fingers toyed with the hem of your waistband, urging you to let him pull your bottoms off.

and he most definitely remembers the adorable mewls you released as his fingers poked and prodded at your entrance, hips bucking towards his hand, your body begging for any sort of relief. it ended with you cumming all over his fingers as hot, wet tears rolled down your cheeks, your body clinging onto his larger form as you came down from your high.

big brother!satoru who was your ‘first’ everything. he takes pride in knowing that it was him who was the first man to experience being in your gooey walls that drove him insane. he was supposed to be the more experienced one, the one who took charge, but can you really blame him for getting all drunk on his sister’s pussy when your walls clamped down around his cock like a vice.

big brother!satoru who loves nothing more than to come home from a day at uni and have his pretty sister suck him off while he plays video games. he will admit that at times your warm mouth gets a little distracting, and he’ll have to take breaks to just bury his fists in your hair and fuck his length into your throat, gritting out sweet praise in between each groan.

he makes it obvious that he doesn’t care how irritated his other teammates might get, considering that if they had someone like you around, they’d most definitely be taking advantage of the opportunity as well. who could resist such a pretty face, and awesome head—his guidance really paid off.

big brother!satoru who is such a tease, calling you all sorts of mean names, and berating you for being so shy. awh you’re gonna cry? shh it’s okay, he’s just teasing you! c’mon, don’t be such a loser! it’s just some harmless fun, he doesn’t really mean it, he’s your brother after all.

and yet despite all his teasing, at the end of the day he’s always the one who comes into your room begging for you to let him put his cock inside your warm cunt. he’s the one who will pout and look at you with a sad, puppy-like expression until you cave into his pleading. he’s the one who’s pathetically moaning into your ear about how good you feel, and how tight your pussy is just for him.

big brother!satoru who, once you’ve passed out from exhaustion after him fucking you senseless, always sneaks a pair or two of your panties into his pocket so that he can jerk off with them later. sometimes he’ll even snap a pic or two of them to send to his friend suguru, showing off how cute they are.

[aangelicest]

Daddy!Cultguru would be the type to fuck you in front of his followers, putting you on display while he watches his cock slide in and out of your battered pussy, thick globs of semen pooling under your bodies as he has his curses hold you down and cover your mouth so you dont scream.

He's just being a good father, teaching you that the only man worthy of bringing you this much pleasure is him. No monkey or sorcerer will ever compare, he'll make sure to stuff you full until you understand there's no point in running, not when you'll give him pretty heirs as proof of your love ❤︎