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︵ ೀ mdni. satoru is undoubtedly attractive but you still see him as the annoying little kid you babysat every weekend to earn some extra money during high school. little do you know that he wants to rail you bad ( pervert!satoru / reverse age-gap )
satoru gojo used to be the annoying little kid you babysat every weekend to make extra money during high school.
he was your neighbor’s son—loud, spoiled, with those striking blue eyes that always followed you around the house like you hung the stars. you’d tuck him in, read him stories, and laugh when he threw tantrums about bedtime. “you’re like my big sister,” he used to say, clinging to your leg. you found it cute back then.
now he’s nineteen, tall, ridiculously handsome, and somehow even more trouble.
you still live next door, working part-time while finishing your degree. satoru has grown into something dangerous. six-foot-three of muscle, messy white hair, and that infuriating smirk that makes girls on campus lose their minds. but to you, he’s still little satoru. the kid you used to scold for eating too much sugar.
he wishes you’d stop seeing him that way. because every night when he’s alone in his room, it’s your face he sees. your soft smile, the way your hips sway when you walk, the curve of your breasts under those old t-shirts you wear when you come over to help his mom. he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself slow and desperate, imagining bending you over the same couch you used to read him stories on.
he cums hard every time, biting his lip to stay quiet.
SWEET OBSESSION'S
pairing. trucker!sukuna x waitressfem!reader
summary. sukuna cannot stop fantasizing about you, the sweet waitress he frequents on his route. he’s convinced you’re too stupid to look after yourself, so he takes things into his own hands—which means showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night with the means to fuck you.
warnings. NSFW/MDNI, DUB-CON, dead dove do not eat, stalking, perversions, corruption, obsession, sukuna is NOT a good person with very fucked up thoughts, bimbo reader, making out, dominant sukuna, sukuna has a prince albert piercing and a tattooed dick LOL, submissive reader, degradation, rough sex, size difference, running from it, marking, manhandling, cunnilingus, piv, missioniary, unprotected sex, slapping, unsolicited drugging/feeding aphrodisiacs without consent, mentions of lot lizards.
a/n. this was requested by 🚚 anon here <3 please read the warnings and enjoy! art by @/knullkhan
TRUCKER!SUKUNA took the exact same route every single week. 9 bleak hours behind the wheel, transporting goods and parts from one side of the country, to the other. And thrice a week, he would find himself at a humble little diner. Food was pretty shit, but it was better than going hungry for another 200 miles.
TRUCKER!SUKUNA is a simple man. Stack of six pancakes for a late breakfast, three sides of eggs doused in ketchup, fried hash browns, and black coffee that tasted... off. It was decent. But what kept him wasn’t the food, no. It was the doe-eyed waitress that would serve him like clockwork every time. Skimpy little skirt that showed off the curve of your ass, your tits practically hanging out from your uniform when you leaned over to take the hefty tip he’d leave.
Bulking season with Roommate Yuji
MDNI| 18+
AFAB READER
Your Roommate Yuji has always been a big guy since you've known him he's always been taller than most guys, buffer then most and well stronger than most too, it's always been his thing.
Roommate Yuji who randomly said he wanted to start bulking up you weren't against it, it was just kinda surprising.
So here you are a couple months in and Roommate Yuji is already filling out clothes that were loose on him and not fit those that were his perfect size, his pecs are literally pulling on the seams of his button up shirts, your hands can't even fully wrap around his back when you hug him with how much bigger they are, his thighs are messing up your head with how much they're filling out his pants and goddamn those biceps.
Roommate Yuji who sends you a progress photo shirtless in the gym changing room showing off his gains not knowing you are laying in bed stuffing your pussy with your fingers to those images whilst wearing one of his many compression shirts
Roommate Yuji who is talking to you as he helps you get something off the top shelf and all you can think about is the way his back moves in the compression shirt, the little sliver of skin showing his abs as he lifts his arm and those biceps reaching into the shelf, he's not doing anything over the top but here you are imagining him bending you over and fucking you with his bicep choking you out
Roommate Yuji may or may not have noticed your interest in bigger guys especially seeing the stuff you like online and may or may not have decided to replicate that just so he can grab your attention.
Roommate Yuji isn't blind he knows how pretty you are and he always tries to not make it obvious so he doesn't come off as creepy roommate but can you blame him when you walk around the house wearing those cute shorts or when you try to reach something on the top shelf and your shirt lifts giving him a sliver of skin.
Roommate Yuji who purposely gives you his shirts that no longer fit him just so he can see you walking around in his clothes with your nipples poking through them and maybe he does that so he can fist his cock in the shower after coming from the gym to the thought of bending you over and fucking you in his shirt.
It's another day of Roommate Yuji being at the gym and you finally snagged another one of his gym shirts, and him sending you another gym photo saying he won't be back till later today it's like the universe is smiling down on you, that's why your'e on your hands and knees back arched face in his shirt as your fuck yourself stupid on a vibe moaning out his name "y-yuji please"
Roommate Yuji is such an idiot he forgot the flash drive he needed for the project he has due and needed to work on, imagine his surprise when he comes into the house just pass by your door to hear a very faint buzzing sound, he was gonna knock until he hears a muffled "f-fuck y-yuji right there~".
Roommate Yuji opens your room door just to find you face down ass up his gym shirt under you with a vibe against your clit, he feels light headed as all the blood rushes from his blushing face down south. "Didn't know you loved my shirt that much" he says walking up to your bed, a surprised sound comes from you as you scramble to cover up "YUJI what- no- why are you- how did you get in? " you say pulling your covers over you, feeling a flush of embarrassment run over your skin.
Yuji wasn't supposed to be home now he was working on a project yea he said that he was gonna be busy oh my gosh he probably thinks I'm a disgusting pervert getting off to sniffing his clothes, your mind is running a mile a minute, just for Yuji to lean over your bed and reach for the toy you were using that was still buzzing away on the bed "well this is my house too and I needed to pick something up, but who would've thought that my goody two shoes roommate" he whispers whilst holding the vibe and slowly unraveling your covers "was actually a horny slut who gets off to my gym clothes" your high squeal bounces off the walls as he places the vibe back on your clit and holding you down with his palm on your tummy as you trash about to escape the stimulation.
You were already on the edge and the embarrassing situation has you covering your face as you ride his hand holding the vibrator, "I-i'm gonna I'm gonna-" suddenly he pulls away leaving you high and dry.
Still processing the orgasm denial you're suddenly flipped over "you don't get the cum unless it's on my cock" he pulls your hips to his cock and slowly sinks in to the base a deep guttural sound comes out from deep in his chest. His thrusts are hard and fast like he's trying to meld himself into you and sink himself totally into your cunt "F-fuck can't believe you've been hnghh keeping this cunt from me all along roomie" he groans.
God, he's so big, his hands are so big, his palms pressing against the back of your neck his hand holding your waist and his cock rubbing against your cervix everytime he drilled into you, the curved head rubbing against your g-spot again and again.
"Hahhh 'ji s'too muchhhh" you drool out whilst trying to reach behind you to push against his pelvis "you. can. take. IT. "He grunts as he finally puts all his weight on you punctuating every word with a hard thrust and slowly he wraps his bicep under your chin and squeezes your face into a pout "I noticed you always loved -shit complimenting my biceps" flexing them even more as he cuts off your air flow and has you gasping out moans of "y-yes yes I doo~".
"So glad you love my body I started bulking all for you so guess it worked" he whispers in your ear and hearing that literally has your eyes rolling back and cunt spasming as you finally get to cum on your roommates dick, the orgasm is toe curling and erratic with a loud moan spilling out of you, Yuji's pace becomes uncoordinated as he finally spills in you and fills you up with his spunk as he moans lowly into the juncture of your neck.
"I guess bulking season is over " he says with his signature goofy smile.
Prowl
Rafe Cameron x Reader
WARNINGS: Non-Con, loss of virginity, depression, mentions of blood, semi-public sex, underage drinking, non canon ages, Carrera!reader, Rafe is an asshole with a capital A
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summary: Rafe Cameron never thought of himself as the hunting type, but the more you hid, the more he wanted to find you.
streamer!jo is mid-stream, leaning back in his chair, one hand on his mouse, the other lazily resting on the desk. when the door opens, he doesn’t even look but instead plays.
“chat, if I clutch this, you all have to donate at least—”
you walk in and he immediately looks back. “hey,” he says, already smiling, voice softening without him realizing. “what’re you doing?” you’re holding something carefully in both hands, eyes bright. “I made something.”
gojo swivels his chair toward you, completely abandoning whatever he was doing. “lemme see.” you step closer and lift it proudly.
a full lego set. clean, detailed, and clearly not easy.
“I built it,” you say, a little proud, a little shy. gojo blinks then grins. “no way you did that by yourself.”
you gasp, offended. “i did! don’t start.”
the chat as usual, explodes.
pinkglossbaby: SHE DID THAT??? itadori.exe: nah that’s actually impressive domainexpansionTHIS: gojo doubting already 💀
you turn toward the stream, holding it up carefully so the camera can see.
“do you guys like it?,” you question, reading some comments, “this was my first time and i had to follow the instructions exactly or it wouldn't align.”
gojo leans back, watching you instead of the screen, elbow on the armrest, chin in his hand, completely dazed
you keep going.
“and people think you can just skip steps—no. you cannot skip steps. because then the top layer won’t connect properly and everything collapses.”
cursedenergyLOL: SHE’S TEACHING US 😭 nanamisworkwife33: the tone shift is crazy gojosblindfold: she said STRUCTURAL
satoru snorts softly, eyes flicking to chat, then back to you. “you hear yourself right now?”
you ignore him.
“and this part—” you point at the set, “this took the longest because the pieces are similar but not the same, so i had to pay extra attention.” you lean in a little closer to the camera, completely focused.
satorus hand comes to your waist automatically, just resting there, holding you in place. “guys,” he says lazily, “she didn’t let me help, by the way.” you turn your head, frowning. “because you would’ve messed it up.”
he gasps, offended. “i would not—”
“you would’ve skipped steps.”
limitlesscrybaby: CLOCKEDDD sukunaIRL: yeah toru man ur cooked tojiZenin: sounds like a skill issue
satoru narrows his eyes at the screen then he looks back at you, lips twitching into a grin. “it does look good though,” he admits, quieter and you brighten instantly.
“i know,” you say proudly.
he laughs under his breath, pulling you a little closer into his lap again like it’s second nature.
“yeah,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. “you’re cute when you explain stuff.”
you blink, shying away behind the lego piece.
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a collection of moments inside a loud quiet house where ryomen sukuna loves, protects, and controls everything under his roof. or in other words...
keeping up with the ryomens
pairings: papa!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of violence, more to be added
author's note: here it is!! ill try to put the drabbles in timeline order but you can read them in whatever order you want, or as stand alones.
⌗ I. beginnings
⤷ when it was your first interaction
⤷ when it was your first argument
⌗ II. instincts
⤷ when it was your ovulation and he could sense it
⌗ III. papa!kuna
⤷papa!kuna who will tolerate a lot from his kid but disrespecting you isn’t one of them.
⤷papa!kuna overhears your son's friends making comments about you and decides to remind them very quickly whose house they’re in.
⌗ IV. extras
⤷ headcannons
⤷ !readers
[ ongoing series and updates ]
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papa!kuna overhears your son's friends making comments about you and decides to remind them very quickly whose house they’re in.
the kitchen is warm with the quiet clatter of dishes and the soft hum of the refrigerator. sunlight spills through the window above the sink, lighting the counter where you’re slicing fruit and setting out small bowls.
from the living room comes the chaotic noise of a video game. shouting, laughing, the rapid clicking of controllers.
your son has friends over again. you lean slightly around the corner, raising your voice just enough to be heard over the tv.
“what do you guys want for lunch?”
“gyudon!” one of them calls instantly.
another groans. “not gyudon again, man.”
“burgers,” someone else says. “burgers would be good.”
your son sighs loudly. “anything but rice.”
you laugh under your breath and wipe your hands on a towel.
“okay. burgers it is. i need to grab a few things from the store though.” you slip your shoes on near the door. “i’ll be right back.”
a distracted chorus of “okay” and “yeah” follows you as you step outside and shut the door behind you.
the house settles into the background noise of the game. on the screen, characters run across a battlefield. one of the boys leans back against the couch and stretches his arms.
“your mom’s fine as fuck”
your son barely reacts at first, eyes still on the screen.
another boy snorts. “yeah, seriously.”
a third laughs quietly. “no wonder your dad is always on her.”
that gets a few chuckles.
“i mean, i get it,” one of them continues, glancing toward the kitchen even though you are gone. “if my wife looked and had a body like that i wouldn’t leave her alone either.”
your son’s character stops moving. the sound of the game continues but his controller slowly lowers in his hands. he turns his head.
“yo,” he says.
his voice is calm but tight around the edges.
“watch the way you’re talking about my mom.”
one of the boys shrugs. “what? it was a compliment.”
“it didn’t sound like one.”
the room grows quiet for a moment. then the front door opens. none of them notice at first. heavy footsteps move through the entryway. a tall figure stops at the edge of the living room.
“cut what out?”
the voice is deep. low. all four boys freeze. they turn their heads.
sukuna stands there, broad shoulders filling the doorway, one hand resting lazily against the frame. his expression is calm but his eyes are sharp in a way that makes the air feel suddenly heavier. “repeat it,” he says quietly.
no one speaks.
your son shifts uncomfortably. the other boys stare at the floor. sukuna’s gaze moves across them slowly.
“i asked a question.”
one of the boys finally mutters, “it was nothing, sir.”
sukuna steps into the room. each step is unhurried, controlled. “nothing,” he repeats. he stops beside the couch, looking down at them.
“i heard enough.”
his voice never rises, which somehow makes it worse.
“you’re in my house. sitting on my furniture. eating my food.” his eyes narrow slightly. “and you think it’s acceptable to talk about my wife like that?”
the boys shake their heads quickly.
“no, sir.”
sukuna studies them for a moment, then speaks again.
“let me make something very clear.” the room feels smaller.
“you don’t speak about women like that. not in my house. not anywhere if you have any sense in your heads.”
one of the boys swallows.
“she is my wife. she is the mother of my child.” sukuna’s gaze flicks briefly toward his son before returning to the others. “show some respect.”
“yes, sir.”
“understood?”
a chorus of nervous agreement fills the room. “yes mr. ryomen”
sukuna exhales slowly through his nose, irritation still clear in his expression. “good.”
right then the front door opens again.
“wait,” your voice calls from the entryway. “i forgot my wallet.” you step inside, already reaching for the counter where you left it. as you walk into the living room you notice the silence immediately. four boys sitting stiffly.
sukuna standing in front of them like a statue. you blink.
“what happened in here?”
your son looks like he wants to disappear into the couch. sukuna glances at you. the sharpness in his expression softens just slightly.
“nothing important,” he says.
you look between them again, suspicious but not pushing it. “...okay.”
you grab your wallet and head back toward the door. “i’ll actually be right back this time. don’t destroy the house while i’m gone.”
one of the boys practically salutes. “yes ma’am.” the door closes behind you. the boys slowly look back at sukuna. he is still staring at them.
“game off,” he says.
controllers immediately lower.
asking her why she so pretty in between kisses >>>
Yandere Targ! Men to his sister not loving him romantically (separate)
Summary: They're in love with their sisters; it's a shame their sisters don't feel the same way at all, but when has that ever stopped them?
Pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader, Dark!Viserys III Targaryen x Fem!Reader.
Warning: Incest (typical of the canon), sexual content, possessive attitudes, toxic relationships, forced kiss, forced marriage, attempted rape and rape (Viserys), infidelity, physical violence, abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of children, threats against babies, alcohol.
I've had this in drafts since January 29th of last year, I'm a mess :'b (I wanted to add Aegon II, Maegor, and Aerion but I got lazy)
I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors; English isn't my first language and I'm very tired. Even so, I hope you like it, xoxo
Daemon Targaryen
Daemon and you had always been very close, you were born just a year after him, the small age difference along with the fact that you were both cunning and reckless brought you together a lot, even more than with your brother Viserys.
As you grew up you became closer and spent all the time you could together; you shared all the important moments together, you were each other's first everything, first kiss, first love, you two even lost your virginity together which made a feeling of entitlement and possession grow in your brother's heart.
Daemon even asked Queen Alysanne to marry you to him but she refused claiming that you two would be too much trouble together and instead engaged him to Lady Rhea Royce which infuriated Daemon to the core.
That same night he came to your chambers and asked you two to take your dragons and go together to Essos, but you rejected him telling him that although you loved him deeply it was not romantic, just like Viserys you loved Daemon as a brother even if you two shared intimate moments frequently.
Daemon let out a dry laugh at your words, so you only love him as a brother, huh? Well he's not going to accept that, fuck no. But he'll play it smart as always. He pretends that everything is fine and that he accepts what you said but in his mind he's already creating a plan for you to stay with him whether you like it or not.
When there was only a week left for Daemon to be forced to marry Rhea Royce, he came to your chambers with wine and proposed to toast with it for his last week as a free man; of course you accepted how could you not? You would never refuse to drink good wine and spend time with your handsome brother; As the alcohol took effect in your system you grew bolder and things between you and Daemon heated up pretty quickly.
Before you knew it you were already face down on the mattress with Daemon on top of you both stripped of their clothes as he fucked you from behind with vigor, one of his calloused hands placed firmly on your hip while the other painfully pulled at your white hair so similar to his own, the sound of wet slaps filling the room accompanied by your pitiful moans and Daemon's labored breathing.
“By the gods! What do you two think you're doing?!”
You turn your head when the door is suddenly opened by two royal guards and your grandmother Alysanne appears accompanied by some maids. The queen looks horrified and the maids cover their mouths in shock. You try to move away from Daemon but he pushes your head down, your cheek pressed into the mattress. He leans forward, still moving his hips, and you feel his hot breath on your ear.
“Where are you going, sister? Let them see when I put my child inside you. Romantic, don't you think?”
After that, everything happens in a blur: your grandparents' scolding and drinking moon tea. Despite the queen's best attempts to conceal what happened, the rumor spreads like wildfire. You end up having to marry Daemon to maintain your honor and avoid further dishonor. Daemon never stops smiling arrogantly; he thoroughly enjoys the marriage ceremony. He had made the right decision in bribing the maid to summon the queen and spread the rumor among the commoners. Now everything was in place.
Aemond Targaryen
It was no secret to anyone that Aemond had always felt a deep affection for you, his beloved older sister who always defended him from the cruel mockery of Aegon and his nephews; and comforted him when he felt sad for not having a dragon.
He had always been sweet to you, following you closely and going with you everywhere literally glued to your hip, but that didn't bother you, you just found it cute; but everything changed on the tragic night when he lost his eye and claimed Vhagar, the fact increased his confidence and gave him a delicious feeling of power; he was no longer inferior now he was also a dragon rider and not just any dragon, the greatest dragon.
When Aemond grew up he became someone much colder and reserved but his possessiveness with you had only increased to an exorbitant level, his terrifying aura scared away all your possible suitors since he always lurked around you which worried your mother Queen Alicent who disapproved of your brother's behavior.
Your mother, alarmed by Aemond's attitude, decided that the best thing would be to send you to Oldtown where you would be under the care of your maternal home, House Hightower; in addition to that you could spend time with your younger brother Daeron whom you had not seen for years, although you usually send letters from time to time.
When Aemond found out about your mother's plans he felt betrayed and a cold anger ran through him; he decided that it was his time to take charge of the situation, this is his time; it is time to take his destined place as king of the seven kingdoms with you at his side; His plan began during the ambush when he killed Rhaenys and attacked Aegon, leaving him gravely wounded and close to death.
When he returned to the Red Keep he announced the events to the shocked council; as expected they ended up choosing him as the new regent given Aegon's precarious condition; Aemond's first decision was to take you as his wife; your mother and the members of the council did not agree but he stood firm.
“Uhm, my duty now as regent is to produce an heir to solidify our claim on the throne since Jaehaerys is dead.”
“Eh... yes of course my prince regent... but it would be best if you and the princess married some lady and lord from other important houses... to have more allies in this war and-”
“And if we need more alliances Daeron and even Helaena can marry and if that doesn't work, then I will go to Vhagar myself to convince them; but I will not marry someone who would stain the blood of my children.”
Jacaerys Velaryon
Jacaerys couldn't understand why you didn't love him. He'd always thought you two were made for each other, simply perfect together. It broke his heart that you didn't think the same. The worst part was that it wasn't even because he was your brother or because you didn't find him attractive. No. It was because you were in love with another man, a pathetic nobleman from some random house who could never give you a life like the one you were used to.
You were too spoiled and unruly, too fiery. You need someone with dragon blood to tame you and keep you entertained, to keep up with you and make you happy. Furthermore, the man you chose wasn't the most faithful in the kingdom. Jace had seen the "love of your life" staring at her breasts and flirting with every woman who approached him. Every time Jace saw that, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms almost drawing blood, and he resisted the urge to hit him for having the audacity to look at other women when a goddess like you was by his side.
Patience is key. He had never been impulsive or hasty. He had to devise a plan to completely remove this man from your life and your heart, but first he let you spend time with him, let you fall deeply in love, so that his betrayal would enrage you even more, hurt you more, even though he hated seeing you sad or upset, you would run into his arms as soon as you felt that way, and he knew that your pride wouldn't allow you to forgive your "beloved" no matter how much you loved him.
One day, when he overheard them both talking about marriage and children, he knew it was time to act. He couldn't allow you to marry someone like that man, much less have his children. No, no. He went to the trouble of going to the Silk Streets and finding a prostitute to pretend to be a foreign noblewoman and seduce your beloved lover. His master plan unfolded perfectly during one of the banquets. The woman approached your lover and got him drunk. She took him out of the hall and led him to the agreed-upon room. Then he sent a maid to bring you to that room so you could witness him having sex with the woman
Your shock lasted only a second. Handmaids had to restrain you before you furiously approached the source of your anger, hurling all sorts of insults at them and swearing you would throw them both to your dragon to be devoured. They took you to your chambers before you could cause a bigger scene. When he went to see you, he found you crying, cursing your former lover and yourself. Jace couldn't bear to see you like this and came to you, enveloping you in a warm embrace and allowing you to cry on his chest while he gently stroked your hair and spoke to you softly.
“Shhh, don't cry, sweet sister. That man doesn't deserve your tears, much less your love and affection... he could never have loved you as you deserve.”
You pull away from him and look at him with teary eyes. He dries your tears with his thumb and leans in, gently kissing your lips. When you don't pull away, he takes it as approval. He puts his hand in your hair and tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His warm tongue explores the wet cavern of your mouth. His other hand travels to the back of your corset. His fingers pull the lace, loosening the knot and the bodice. He breaks the kiss. You both breathe heavily. His swollen lips travel to your neck, leaving wet kisses before moving up to murmur in your ear.
“I promise to make you the happiest woman in the seven kingdoms, you and our future children, just... don't ever push me away again, sweet sister.”
Viserys Targaryen
At first, you didn't mind spending time with your older brother Viserys. As children, he was charming and a good brother to you. But when you were forced to flee King's Landing, far from everything you knew, and with your mother's death, he began to change. He became more resentful, paranoid, and cruel.
As time passed, his hatred for the Lannisters and the Baratheons grew, as did his lust for power and his desire for the throne... and for you. Since you were children, Viserys had made it clear that you were his and that one day he would kill the traitorous pigs who betrayed his family, take the throne, and you would be by his side as his queen and wife, the mother of his children.
Viserys became jealous easily when your attention was given to others other than him. He had struck Daenerys countless times for "stealing" your attention and threatened to strike you as well when you tried to defend her. Even though the three of you had your own rooms in Pentos, he often insisted on sharing your bed. He liked to touch you without permission, though he never went very far thanks to Illyrio, who kept him in check. Although Viserys hated him, he couldn't risk offending his host; it infuriated him that you rejected his "love" and sought Illyrio's protection.
When Daenerys was betrothed to Khal Drogo with the promise of an army, you comforted your frightened younger sister and tried to convince Viserys not to do it, that Dany was just a child and that you would take her place if he wanted someone to marry Drogo. Your words only enraged him, and he slapped you so hard your lip split and you stumbled backward. He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look into his furious eyes, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks.
“You want to spread your legs so much for someone that you don't even care about doing it for a savage? If you have such a desire, sister, then I'll do it.”
Your brother grabbed your hair tightly, dragging you to the center of the room and pushing you onto the bed. You tried to escape, but he grabbed your ankle tightly, pulling you to the edge of the bed and roughly positioning himself between your legs. Your silky dress rode up your thighs because of the struggle. He held you tightly with one hand and with the other untied the drawstring of his pants. You swallowed hard when he freed his long, pale, erect member adorned with white hair at the base. That was one of the most painful nights of your life; you could never forget it even if you wanted to.
Shortly after that, your sister married Khal Drogo. You were forced to endure it and stay by your brother's side at all times. Viserys spent his time complaining about the "wildlings" who didn't respect him. You had to share a tent with him, bathe him, and be intimate with him. Even though Dany told you that you could have your own tent, you refused. You didn't want her to know what happened between you and Viserys; it was... shameful. Viserys had threatened to tell everyone if you didn't obey him.
In the end, you revealed the truth when the furious Viserys stormed into Khal Drogo's tent and threatened Dany and her unborn child. Even though your brother was an idiot, you didn't want him to die. When they restrained him, you ended up begging and pleading with them not to kill the father of your child. With Dany's help (thanks to her affection for you), the Khal decided to let Viserys go, but not before a beating. You had to tend to his wounds while he insulted and berated you.
“Damn savages, all of them! When I'm king, I'll have them all beheaded and their heads mounted on pikes for this! And you... how dare you beg another man?! When did I ask for your help?! You're lucky to have my child inside you... otherwise... I'd make you regret it.”
𓂃 𝜗℘ outlaw!toji always struggles to stay quiet while fucking you prone bone in your room.
“quiet, princess,” toji rasps against your ear, “y’r daddy’s room is right down the hall.”
he notches his fat tip at your pussy—stretching you open inch by torturous inch. your bed groans under his weight. he freezes halfway in, jaw clenched and every muscle locked. you whimper into his palm.
“fuck,” he breathes which is barely audible, “this damn bed of yours is gonna give us away.”
he tries to go slow to minimise noise. god, he tries. shallow rolls of his hips, barely rocking, keeping the old wooden frame from singing its betrayal. but you’re so tight and wet around him. the way your back arches just enough to push your ass higher makes his control fray. his free hand grips your hip, fingers digging bruises you’ll have to hide tomorrow.
the pace stays agonizingly measured at first—long drags that make your toes curl and your breath hitch against his calloused skin. every thrust threatens the creak. the headboard taps the wall once, soft as a heartbeat. he curses under his breath and stills again, buried to the hilt whilst his cock pulses inside you.
you clench around him on purpose, “mphh.. ‘ji—“
his hand tightens over your mouth in a silent warning. “oi, shush. . . fuckin’ brat.”
but toji can’t stop now. he drops his chest to your back, caging you completely, his heavy weight pinning you prone to the mattress. the new angle sinks his big cock in deeper.
“mmh!” you muffle a sob into the pillow. he starts moving again—slow and grinding rolls that drag every ridge along your wet insides without lifting off you. the bed protests in tiny, rhythmic squeaks he tries to smother with the rhythm of his breathing against your neck.
“gotta be good f’ me,” he smirks as his lips brush your ear. “can’t have the whole house know how pretty ya look stuffed full of this big, bad cock, hm?”
you’re trembling. your thighs are shaking and clit throbbing against the sheets with every slow grind. he shifts just enough to nudge that sweet spot inside you and you bite down on his palm to keep from crying out. he growls and finally gives in a fraction, hips snapping once and hard. the bedframe whines loud enough to make you both freeze.
he exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “almost… shittttt, almost there. gonna fill you up so good, promise.”
one more sloppy thrust. then another. slow, punishing and possessive. his hand slips from your mouth to cradle the back of your neck instead, thumb stroking the pulse hammering there. it’s such a casual touch, and yet it makes you cum without warning.
“f! nghhh—“ you’re struggling to stay silent as your cunt clenches around him so tight he has to bite his own lip bloody to stay quiet.
he follows right after. he grinds in deep, spilling his sticky cum inside you with a choked groan. the bed creaks one last time as he collapses over you. both of you are panting, slick and trembling under the covers. he doesn’t pull out yet. as always. just presses a rough kiss to your temple.
“next time,” toji whispers, “i’m takin’ you to the barn. this bed’s gonna kill me before y’r old man ever gets the chance.”
Booba Toji. Check my beloved @innaillus for Sukuna version!!! that's something like a collab of ours xD