warnings: stepcest, periods, period sex, fingering, infidelity (not really dwelled upon), use of “daddy”, enji is a human heating pad *1.3k words
notes: its about to be that time of the month *sob sob* and i am in a bad brain mood that makes me wanna do nothing except cuddle with my heating pad so here we are! manga cap colored n edited by moi (*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)
Enji hates seeing you like this, his little angel, overtaken by fatigue and pain. You’ve been lounging on the couch for most of the day, moving from one position to another in hopes of finding temporary relief. Enji had been eyeing the calendar in preparation, picking a few things up from the nearby store so that you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head.
But soft silicon discs and organic chocolate can only do so much. You keep swapping out your heating pad for the full heated blanket, keep curling up only to get up and walk around, and Enji can only take so much whining. It’s not that he’s irritated—never with you—he just hates seeing you in pain.
“Come here, baby,” he sighs, taking a seat on the far end of the couch and patting one of his humongous thighs.
You look at him with a hesitant sort of hope, “are you sure, daddy?” waiting for him to nod before scrambling over and slotting yourself on his lap.
You sit facing him, chest to chest, your head resting on his burly shoulder as Enji allows his hands to heat up. He slips them under your threadbare shirt, placing them on the small of your back just over your kidneys. Your relieved sigh comes out as more of a moan, your body melting against his.
Enji has gotten better about keeping his hands off of you, his precious step-daughter. What started as a curiosity turned into an accident that formed a habit. A very bad habit. It isn’t illegal. You’re in your twenties for Christ’s sake. But, it isn’t right. Enji shouldn’t be touching you like this. But, you want him to, especially on days like this.
“I know you’re the number one hero n’ all,” you hum, nuzzling against his throat, “and your job is to fight villains, but… I think your true calling is period relief.”
Enji laughs deeply, slowly working his thumbs into your back. “I don’t do this for just anyone, you know.”
“I know, I know.” You place a feather light kiss to his neck, and Enji damns himself when he feels his cock twitch under you. “Just saying. If hero work doesn’t pan out…”
He doesn’t respond, trying to stay in his right mind as you shift over him. You get comfortable where you lean against him, legs parted on either side of him, and for a little while Enji just sits and watches the asinine drama you have playing on the TV, rubbing small circles into your muscles.
It isn’t like he’s had these feelings since you were young. You and your mother came into his life when you were nearly 18 already, and his mind didn’t start betraying him until a few years after that. Enji isn’t sure if it’s the slew of worthless boys you keep bringing around to meet him, the constant threats on your life, or his own struggle with mortality, but something has Enji going a little crazy in recent months. Something is giving him an insatiable need to protect and take care of you. To make you his.
He doesn’t look at you the same way he looks at his other children, nor does he see you the same way he saw Rei or how he sees your mother. You're something else entirely. Quirkless but fearless, a force to be reckoned with yet so easy to be brought to your knees when it’s your dear daddy asking.
It was just a one time thing when you came home crying after a break up and Enji helped you forget about that stupid boy. Just a special occasion when you got all dressed up for the gala and Enji took you in your bedroom after everyone else had gone ahead. And, all the nights he saunters into your room while you’re knuckle deep in your pussy, trying so hard to get yourself off—that’s just so you can both get some rest. He doesn’t want you like that because it would be wrong. No way for the Number One hero to behave or think. They’re just little lapses in judgment here and there.
“Daddy?”
Enji grunts in response, toes curling at the sound of your voice cooing such a suggestively innocent title.
“Still hurts,” you whisper.
He warms his hands against your back a bit more, palms probably an uncomfortable temperature to anyone who isn’t seeking heat therapy.
“Any better?”
You shake your head, rubbing your face back and forth into his neck. “Inside. It’s…” He can hear your teeth slide against one another as you clench your jaw tightly. “Just hurts.”
He feels the way you spread your legs further, bearing down on him. It isn’t subtle. You may not be saying it with your mouth, but you’re all but rubbing your covered pussy over his hardening cock, a silent plea.
“You think that’ll help?” Enji questions, well aware of his baritone voice and the effect it has on you.
You shiver in his lap and nod. “S’long as you’re gentle.”
Tilting his head to the side, he guides your chin on his shoulder until you’re eye to eye with one another. “Aren’t I always?” Enji hasn’t always been known to be a soft man. In fact, his reputation has always been about being cruel, harsh, with no room for mercy. Things change over time, though, and even if they hadn’t, you would be the exception.
He helps you off of him so that you can shimmy out of your cloth shorts and panties. You tell him these are special made for periods, to absorb blood, “but if you want me to put a disc in really quick…”
Enji hushes you, fighting not to roll his eyes. “I’m not scared of a little blood, honey.”
To prove his point, he guides you back to his lap, slipping two thick fingers between your folds. Enji doesn’t push them further, just gathers the warm fluid coating your lips, teasing your hole with it. You grip his shoulders, face scrunched up.
“I’m going to give you one now, hm?” he warns, slowly delving his middle finger into the heat of your cunt. You take him easily, aided by your arousal and blood. As promised, Enji is slow and careful as he stretches you, watching for your expression to relax before adding his second finger.
“Alright, turn around, sweet girl,” he softly commands, waiting for you to face outward before guiding your hips down to meet his. Your body tenses when his fat cockhead slips into you, and Enji holds still so that you can adjust to his size. He lets you set the pace from there, delighting in the way that you slowly ease yourself down on his cock. Little by little, inch by inch, your walls spasming around his length until you settle right in his lap.
You let out a shaky breath, legs trembling, but it all goes away when Enji ushers you to his chest, letting you lean back as he places his hot hands over the lower part of your tummy. The angle has his cock pressed against your front wall, spongy tissue swelling around him, and just like that you find your relief.
“Feels so much better,” you say. Your voice isn’t slurred or all pleasure-rich despite Enji being able to feel your body’s reaction to him. No, you are content, at peace after a full day of discomfort.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod and giggle, “need to remember this for next time. Who needs Midol when I can just have this cock?”
Enji groans, shifting his hips to push his tip straight against your cervix.
“You can have it whenever you need, angel,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your shoulder and expertly kneading the tender skin of your hips. “Just say the word and daddy will come to your rescue.”
cw: NSFW, pseudocest, step dad/step daughter dynamic, Aizawa masterbating to the thought of you. Includes Shoji x reader because he’s my fav. A/n under cut
Aizawa can’t help but feel guilt wash over him as he strokes himself to the thought of you.
His sweet, loving adopted daughter he took in just about five years ago after an accident had left you an orphan, ultimately falling into Aizawa’s hands as you trusted him the most.
He knew your bonds with the rest of your family weren’t exactly tight, or stable, for that matter, so what harm would come to you living with him? A pro hero, for that matter.
And for a time, it was true.
He took care of you. He gave you an allowance, a reasonable amount for a young adult your age to spend, a curfew that didn’t seem too late or too early, and allowing you enough space to grow your wings and flourish as an adult, navigating the world on your own, while hovering just enough that he could keep an eye on you.
It was sweet, for a time, but a change in the air had him thinking twice the first day you brought him over.
Shoji Mezo, possibly one of the better students in his class.
Quiet, good grades, and overall kept himself out of trouble, compared to the rest.
He was a gentle man, and Aizawa thought he was quite fit for you.
But something changed the night he unlocked the keys to his apartment he shared with you, deep groans and high pitched moans hitting his ears as he picked up on them instantly.
He immediately felt his body stiffen, at first with caution, eyes darkening with the thought that someone managed to get inside the place while you were alone and vulnerable, as being involved with hero work made Aizawa a target.
But as he took each step and listened further, his precision keen before rushing to your bedroom door, it sounded less like pain and more like pleasure, twisting his previous belief that someone had managed to take advantage of you.
The voice of his student was all too familiar, the groans being produced by the same boy he saw just last week in his classroom releasing these same sounds, as low as they were.
Aizawa almost couldn’t believe what he had walked into, but after a moment of thought, he knew his step daughter was bound to get into sexual activity at this age, just as he did.
After he had handled the matter, sending Shoji on his way home and having “the talk” with you, he found himself here now on his bed, reminiscing to the sound of you.
Every stroke of his cock filled the room with a lewd schlick, twisting his hand around his cock as he let his eyes close to the thought of you.
How every moan of yours was laced with pure ecstasy, getting higher and higher in pitch as you drew close.
It made Aizawa sick.
Sick with need, sick with temptation and the weight of guilt, knowing that a step father shouldn’t be thinking of his step daughter this way, and yet, he let it all go, furthering each stroke as he threw his head back.
His cockhead was reddish in color, angry yet free as he pleasured himself swiftly.
He didn’t waste any time, wanting to keep himself up to pace with the imagination he had in mind, picturing you riding his cock as your sweet, puffy lips sucked him in.
Aizawa was too grown for childish jealousy, but he couldn’t help but admit he wished he had you all to himself.
And as he fucked his fist in quick motions, twisting his shaft at his own rhythm, he thought back to the times you’d touch yourself at night, sinking your fingers inside the tight hole of your pussy, unable to get it to curl just right like he could, if you’d give him the chance.
He’d often wonder if you knew how thin these walls were. How easy it was to hear the sound of you pleasuring yourself late at night.
He could treat you so much better than silicone and every other toy you owned, but for now, he refrained from crossing the line, bucking his hips until he finally came, spilling all over his chest as he came in spurts.
Aizawa fisted his cock once or twice until he finally came down from his high, panting out into the open air of his bedroom, soon having to face the fact that he had just came to the thought of you, his charming little stepdaughter.
a/n: not too crazy about this one, wrote it while im sick with the flu but I hope you guys like </3
cw: NSFW, noncon, Mahito using you in front of boyfriend! Itadori
Mahito just loves taking you in front of your sweet little boyfriend Yuuji, watching his favorite sorcerer be forced to face the fact that his girlfriend is being ruined by a curse.
He gave him a show, watching as Yuuji’s brows furrowed in pure rage and anger, nothing he could do but watch, no one that could save you, as he kept his brutal pace.
That voice that often spoke up for Yuuji was silent, this time around. Sukuna was quiet, perhaps finding enjoyment in seeing his vessel experience such emotional torment. And at a time like this, Yuuji cursed himself for being too weak to save you.
It felt like Mahito was invading every part inside of you, giving you no time to prepare as he forced himself inside in one go, lips curling with a smile watching you in pain.
He may have not particularly had sexual desires the way humans did, but he surely gained sick pleasure from making the young man watch.
Mahito, in every way and form, is sadistic, twisting himself in many shapes and figures that stretch you beyond your limits, while he makes you beg.
But does he stop..? Of course not.. because it’s Mahito’s favorite show, and thus, it must go on.
Bro Santa and his sweet daughter. | cw :: psuedo-incest , daddy kink.
♡. 𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 wanted to wait until his girl was at least old enough to get a sip of alcohol in her system, but it seems that plan had faded into obsolescence.
"Bro… daaddy… oh," you moaned softly as his heavy hips collided with loving intensity against yours. How did you end up here again? Oh, right. Boys. Bro observed the leering eyes of men. Men looking at his beautiful daughter, as if you were nothing more than some doll to use and ruin. Worst of all, you were at the height of your puberty. He knew your hormones would take over eventually and he wouldn't have some scummy boy ruin his daughter for a bit of fun.
"Is that good, sweetheart?" Bro rumbled softly as he adjusted his grip on your hips to ensure your comfort. They had gotten so full now, like your other curves. He could remember when he had found you, so sweet, so shy. Now, look at you. A fine young lady with a finer body and tight, delicious little hole. He can't lie, even as he tried to, your snug hole—so keen on milking him dry—was making it difficult for him to go anything beyond this deep yet moderate pace. He doesn't want to hurt you with his strength, but you were making it increasingly difficult and you were aware of it.
You were also aware that Bro wasn't one to deny you or Dear very easily, practically folding at each of your whims without much struggle. With a soft whine—"daddy…"—you arched your back just enough to make him throb, pressing your little ass just barely against him. It was the sight of nothing but pure, sinful begging. And he'd give it to you. With a deep sigh, he slowly quickened the pace. "That feel better, sweetheart?" "Uh-h.. huh… yeah- yeah- uh," he smiled playfully at your breathlessness and overstimulated whines. If it was one thing he loved, it was always keeping you satisfied. If you were satisfied, he was satisfied.
Before long, he felt the familiar constriction and heavy warmth before his ears picked up on your quickened breath. Placing a hand firmly on the side of your waist, gripping you firmly, he drove into you faster, deeper, and hard enough that you—"daddy—! Oh… daddy…! Please— slow down!"—couldn't keep in your your blissed out moans. Though, the idea of silence had long since been thrown out the window after your first climax.
"Quiet now, sugar," he murmured gently against your ear, only making you clench harder. "Don't want Enjin and the others to hear, now do we?" his hand then slid up over your mouth, gently but firmly clasping your jaws shut. You shook your head frantically, muttering out a broken, muffled 'no' against his hand. The stimuli, the assault on your sensitive pearl, the absolute debauchery of it all had you leaking everywhere. Before long, you clenched so impossibly tight, he let out a soft groan, your body tensing as you came—the climax nothing but white-hot bliss. With an exhausted sigh, your body finally goes limp, your legs are shaking uncontrollably, and you—without a doubt—satisfied.
"That's my good girl," Bro rumbled, gently sliding out of you before tucking you in with the same meticulous care he used to help you cum. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
Yuuji loves to roleplay with you, watching you sit pretty on his lap while he plays with your nipples in his mouth.
He loves the way you call him your little brother, praise him for how good he’s marking you up, leaving hickies on your chest that litter your breasts.
You grind on him too, a hand of yours in his hair while you rock yourself slowly on his cock, pussy just barely soaking him through your wet panties.
“Brothers shouldn’t penetrate their sisters”, you said, but you didn’t utter a word when he eagerly asked if you could grind on him, only nodded.
“It didn’t count”, he excused, Yuuji’s puppy eyes looking into yours as you kiss him sweetly, just the two of you in the dark room with nothing but the blue hue of the tv lighting you both.
Anyone else might’ve found you two weird, but it didn’t matter. All he needed was you, playing pretend, feeding into each others fantasies.
He didn’t need anyone else when he took control, flipping you on your back and fucking you deep on the couch. You thought he had simply forgotten what you had just said, but in fact, he had ignored it completely, letting his urges take over.
He watched your toes curl, and your eyes roll back as far as he could see.
Yuuji Itadori had no complaints or concerns. He was right where he wanted to be.
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