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[pixieknows]

𝟑.. 𝟐.. 𝟏.. 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧⭑.ᐟ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

➛ 18+ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊.

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pics from pinterest. divider cred: @/strangergraphics, @/cursed-carmine

[michispansones]

[angelexile]

do u want to dress me up in little outfits and take pictures of me like ur little doll yes or yes

[pixieknows]

meow meow

now playing ⋆˚࿔ : kitty hybrid reader and your fav toy. oh and your owner is there too you guessss

in this play ⟡ (cw) : 18+ mdni, no smut :p , pet play, d/s dynamic, older man, reader is 21+, kitty!reader, reader uses chew toys, nipple touch (one time), petnames (sugar, sweet thing, baby, kittycat), no use of y/n, character insert

word count: 1.9k

director's note: ive been very blah lately and just want an older man to take care of everything n call me kittycat ughh.

While sitting back on the sofa–busy watching a movie, a feeling of something fuzzy dances across the lower half of your owner's leg, startling him slightly. A tail. He hadn't heard you come in.

You're crawling around on the hardwood floor, getting dust all over your palms and knees, tail flicking behind you in an annoyed fashion. He hears you grumbling to yourself near his feet while you're pressing your body lower to the floor; checking under the sofa for something.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asks, eyes glancing your way and then back to the tv. You let out a grumpy huff in response which amuses him, but he holds in the chuckle, humming instead.

"Words, kitty. Can't help 'less you say something."

With a little sigh, you sit up, ears ticked back atop your head. "Lost my toy." It comes out like a mumble but he still hears it over the tv.

"Mm." he sets his hands atop his knees, pushing off to stand over you. "I'll get it for you, baby," he says, tone plain despite the roughness. He's looking down at where you sit. "Scoot."

Another huff escapes you. "I wanna get it myself." You're already starting to pout, tail still flicking with impatience mixed with frustration.

His head tilts. Then he's setting his broad hand atop your head, rubbing between your ears. "'S okay to need help sometimes."

Instead of answering, you turn your head away from him, choosing to stare at the sofa.

He hums noncommittally. "Alright. How about I just help look?"

"That's fine." You're already crawling back down on all fours, much to his dismay. He'll have to remember to sweep more thoroughly later.

Stretching a bit beforehand, he starts to bend and twist while checking in between the couch cushions. His large frame makes the sofa creak under his weight, brows furrowed while he focuses on the task at hand.

Eventually he grabs hold of something small lodged between the love seat. Pulling it out reveals the fated chew toy you've been searching for—a small, ribbed ring now covered in couch fibers.

He holds the light colored toy between two fingers, turning it over to check for any damage.

"Found it."

You quickly turn your head his way, fuzzy ears on high alert. Once you see the pastel plastic dangling from his fingers, you start to crawl closer on instinct. His eyes crinkle in amusement at your expression before he moves past, headed to the kitchen. "Has to be washed, baby." His words are calm but has a lingering authority to it. "Can't let my sweet thing get sick."

He's setting the thick ring aside while looking through the cabinets. You pause, pout returning to your face. "And how long will that be?"

He finds a small pot, turning to the sink to fill it. The pot is carefully pushed onto the stove eye and he turns the temperature on high. "Hmm… shouldn't be too long."

Next, the little thing gets plopped into the boiling water with a small 'bloop' sound.

While waiting for the water, he finally realizes how quiet you've been. He looks over his shoulder, feeling eyes on him. Sure enough, there you stand, lingering by his side and staring down at the stove with a blank expression. He can tell by the constant tail flicks that you're still upset.

His eyes then drift to the dust still clinging to your legs and fingers. "How 'bout y'get cleaned up in the meantime," he asks quietly, reaching out to gently rub your cheek with his knuckle. It's a small attempt to soothe your growing attitude.

Despite your annoyance, you lean into his touch, frown just a little less prominent. "Maybe.." you murmur, avoiding his gaze. You really wanted your toy sooner than later.

His fingers unfold to pet your face more in slow, gentle strokes. "Maybe, hm?" Your chin ends up in between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your face to see the amusement in his eyes. "Need me to wash you then?"

Warmth rises to your cheeks at the offer–embarrassed, though you're secretly interested. "Don't need… can do it myself." Your words sound hushed now, clearly affected by his touch and forced eye contact. " 'm a big cat."

He grins ever so faintly and looks into your eyes while thinking something over, pot still boiling behind him, swiping his finger across your jaw.

"Need me to help you get undressed?" he asks it quieter, tone still rumbly and protective. You blink slowly at him, letting out a low, barely audible purr, before giving a short nod.

His lips curl into the faintest of smiles, pleased with your compliance. "Lift up," he says, guiding his hands to the hem of your nightgown. You quietly obey, watching as the fabric climbs up over your torso and chest, then your head, and lastly your raised arms. You give your ears a flick, tickled from the undressing movements.

He sets the nightgown into your hands, eyes following the path of soft skin and fuzzy fur. "Pretty thing," he hums, reaching out to lightly thumb your nipple. It's barely touching, another gentle pet amongst many that he places against your skin. A careful reminder of his closeness to you.

Your eyes flutter and lips fall open slightly, a spark of pleasure running down your frame. "Thank you…" you whisper in response to the compliment, your mind a mushy mess now.

He grins. "So polite too." He's leaning down to kiss your forehead, lingering an extra second to feel your warmth, before pulling away.

Blinking at him with a certain expectant look–wanting his fingers to poke your body some more, you stare a while longer, before reluctantly leaving to go down the hall into the bathroom.

He wonders just what exactly goes on in your fuzzy head.

 

Leaning against the kitchen island with his hands in his pockets, he taps his foot idly as he waits for the toy to finish sterilizing.

After well over ten minutes, he's using tongs to fish it out, setting it down on a paper towel to dry. While pouring out the hot water he hears your pittering footsteps down the hall, heading his direction.

You stop right where the kitchen doorway meets the hall, peering at him through wet bangs. He's got his hands busy with a soapy dish rag and pot. You can't help imagining taking the pot's place, being thoroughly squeaky clean from his hands alone. But you're already washed now. And you turned down the earlier offer. Pity.

He rolls his shoulders, readjusting his grip on the dish. "See ya' didn' dry off too well, baby." His tone is flat, disapproving. Words breaking you out of your daydream. He hardly has to glance over at you to see how damp you still are, dripping water droplets in some spots right onto the floor. "Go on and finish."

You stay in the doorway, more focused on the paper towel housing your toy than anything else. You're starting to step a foot into the kitchen when his words start up again.

"Kitty." Its a quiet warning. His washing has paused, head now turned just slightly to face you. "Y'heard me speakin', right?"

Embarrassed, your tail starts to curl around your leg. Then you're tucking your hesitating foot back into the hallway. You give him a little nod which is instantly met with a tut.

"Words. You a big cat, right? Use 'em."

You bite the inside of your cheek. But reluctantly answer him. "Yes, sir. I heard you."

He hums, pretending to be lost in thought. "Towels not in here. You must've got lost, hm? Must be it."

Sheepishly, you stare at the floor, contemplating wether to bicker with him. Must he tease you? "Mhm.." You agree to get it over with, damp fur standing up.

"Mm-mm, poor thing." His eyes linger on you a moment longer before he turns back to washing the pot. Huffing out a sigh, you head back down the hall to your bedroom to finish drying off.

 

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The sound of some old action movie you don't recognize echoes from the tv speakers, bouncing off the living room and kitchen walls. Now fully dry, you're at the fridge, sticking your nose in whatever smells fruity. You want something sweet before using your chew toy.

Sitting on the sofa with an arm behind his head, his focus is on the movie playing in front of him but he still regards you. "Lemonades behind the milk." Your eyes flick over to him, narrowing a little. Somehow he already knows what you want without you saying anything.

After grabbing a cup and pouring some strawberry lemonade for yourself, you take a slow sip. The juice is tart but sweet, the sourness rolling along your tastebuds and making them water. Just what you needed.

Then you're making the short way over to the opposite counter, grabbing the paper towel from earlier to take your ring out from it. Lifting it under the kitchen light, you turn it and sniff at it curiously, before–finally, setting it between your lips.

You're humming contentedly–quietly, enjoying the instant comforting feeling of having something just right to chew on again, unaware of the pair of eyes on you watching from the couch.

"Sugar," he says, softer than usual, making your ears quickly flick in that direction. He sees the way you slowly turn your head, chew toy between your lips and ears still on alert. It makes his lips curl up. "Can you c'mere, baby?" He sits up to flip the station to something less… battle heavy–a nature station. Deep sea squids drifting through the ocean play on the tv.

You set your empty cup on the island and head over to him, staring at his face the whole time. "You can blink, kitty." He knows you're just curious but teases anyway, causing your eyes to narrow. 'Cute,' he thinks.

Standing between his spread thighs, you're looking down at him while nibbling that pastel ring, tail already starting to flick in irritation. Your owner's large hands reach out, just barely petting your wrists. "C'mon. Haven't even done anything yet." He lowers his voice further, trying to calm you before you try pulling away.

His eyes look softer from this angle, not the regular tired and authoritative look. There's warmth dancing in his gaze. "Just wanna hold my kittycat." His thumbs trace your pulse point with a gentleness that rivals his size. "Won't tease anymore. Promise."

You only hesitate for a short moment, contemplating it, before decidedly turning to sit down in his lap. Resting your head on his shoulder with a little puff of air from your nose. He spreads his thighs wide to give you more room, lightly running a hand up your back to settle you, thick fingers gliding over your fuzzy tail. He murmurs a 'thank you', tucking your soft body closer to his.

He turns his head to give your forehead a soft kiss with his stubble tickling your skin in the process. Despite the little bit of grumpiness that started to brew, it disappears once you're snuggled in his warmth. Carefully breathing in his scent–aftershave and musk, listening to his slow breathing, enjoying his gentle pets while the tv plays an ocean documentary. You could fall asleep like this.

And soon, you do. Listening to his quiet hums with heavy eyes and slowing down with nibbling your toy, you're lulled to sleep.

[marypickfords]

In the Realm of the Senses (Nagisa Ōshima, 1976)

[highmaintenancee]

[astarlinggirl]

was thinking about reader and dadbf!jack. when reader cant sleep she puts him in her mouth and just basically cockwarms him. he doesnt find out until one night, he was barely aslep and he feels her moving. what do you think?

dad!bf jack x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, cockwarming with mouth, spit, fauxcest (dad and daddy), somno

a/n: OH MY GOD BABY YESYEYSYEYS and look I lowkey gotta add a bit of erectile dysfunction here but he still gets hard dw. I typed this straight onto here im scared for the word count icl…

Your oral fixation is bad enough as it is, always needing to have something in your mouth. Some lolly, the neckline of your shirt, Jack’s fingers. Sometimes it gets so bad you’re not able to sleep without something in your mouth. Your fingers, hell, even Jack’s fingers aren’t enough. They don’t taste like anything particular either.

So one night, you decided to try something. Gently pulled the covers off both of you, and crawled down the bed until your face was inches above your daddy’s bulge.

Even soft, he was just so big - you know he’d fill your mouth the way you needed. And so you slipped his boxers off and sucked on his tip, licking, kissing. Before trailing your tongue down his length, down the vein that runs on the underside. You expected him to start hardening, but he didn’t, the poor old man. But that wasn’t going to stop you.

You continued sucking on him, taking the entirety of his cock in you mouth, drool escaping the sides of your mouth. Your brain finally quietened down, letting out little whimpers as you hollowed your cheeks and closed your eyes. You could hear Jacks own little grunts as you cockwarm him with your mouth, taste the slight saltiness of his precum. Your Dad filling your mouth up, just like you wanted. You hummed around him and closed your eyes, sucking gently until you fell drowsy enough, pulling his cock out and tucking it back in his boxers.

It became a daily ritual almost, for the next few weeks. Some days he’d harden in your mouth and you’d drag an orgasm out of him, others he’d stay soft while you sucked him, satisfied with his precum. And he’d always be sleeping through it, exhausted after fucking up his sleep schedule, working the day shift, covering for Robby as he went on his sabbatical.

But tonight you make the mistake of being too brash, too rough. You don’t even wait an hour for him to fall asleep like you usually do, more pent up than usual because he’d worked a double and you’d barely seen him. You think he’s asleep, his breaths are slow enough, as you pull his boxers down. Just as you lick a strip up him, and suckle on his weeping tip, you’re interrupted.

“What’re you doin’?” Jack grumbles, voice tired and husky.

You freeze, looking up.

His eyes are still closed.

“Nothing,” you mumble as you slip him out, and start tucking him back in, praying that he’s sleepy enough to not realise how filthy you’ve been.

“Did I tell you to fuckin’ do that?”

You still. He slowly blinks his eyes open, shifts a little until he’s propped up against the headboard.

“Did Dad tell you to stop sucking his cock?”

You shake your head.

“Then why’d you stop, baby? Keep going,” he grits out. You know him well enough to sense the anger bubbling underneath, not just at you stopping, but at the fact that you’d been sucking him while he was unaware in the first place.

You immediately break into apologies.

“M’sorry Dad, I just haven’t been able to- I couldn’t sleep and so I started putting you in my mouth a few weeks ago and-“

“It’s been weeks?”

Fuck. You weren’t supposed to tell him that.

“No- no that was an accident-“ you begin to stammer.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to your Dad. Been a bad girl already.”

You whine then, terrified for how he’ll punish you.

Nuzzle your face against his bulge, pouting and widening your eyes the way you know he loves.

“Please Daddy, m’so, so sorry. Promise I’ll ask you next time.”

“Not gettin’ swayed by those doe eyes today, sweetheart,” Jack clicks his tongue.

He grips your hair in one hand and pulls your head up, telling you to open your mouth.

He spits in your mouth, telling you to swallow, patting your cheek harshly, almost a slap.

“Bad fuckin’ girl. Got to clean up that mouth.”

You moan, apologising again as that familiar haze turns your brain into mush. Whimper against his palms, eyes tearing up.

“Shhh, s’okay baby,” he starts as he rubs under your eyes. “Now, you keep sucking my cock like a good fuckin’ girl and maybe Daddy’ll be less harsh with your punishment, yeah?”

You nod quickly, immediately pulling him out, mumbling a small thank you, Dad as you lick at his tip.

Even after you make him orgasm in under five mins, and swallow up his cum, you’re still unable to sit on your ass for the next two days after that night.

got possessed and wrote this beside a river… Edinburgh ghosts are Fr gonna haunt me anyways anon i love u

[gxtitobxby]

puppy!reader being a humper, humping her daddies' thighs or fingers or bellies or boots almost every time she gets the chance to

robby being super strict about it and punishing her when she gets too pushy, telling jack they need to "train this habit out of her before it becomes a problem"

meanwhile jack's fine with it, pats her head and sticks his fingers in her mouth every time she slots her legs around his because "it's just in her nature, man, she can't help it"

CRIESSS jack is so nice he knows you'll get in trouble if robby hears you humping at his leg, so he shoves his fingers into your mouth to muffle your loud pants and groans and cries, smiles down at you so endeared because you look so cute when your little clit does all the thinking for you :((((

eventually robby realizes ofc and he's all grumpy like "why do I even bother if you just let her do whatever she wants"

"stop being so uptight, man. c'mon look at her, she's just a pup." he moves your head by the fingers he has in your mouth. you blink at robby, smiling around jack's fingers and picking up the pace with your hips because seeing him makes u wanna cum even more!! jack laughs, knowing he won the second robby grabs at the crotch of his pants, "'I'm sure she'll be happy to help you out with that."

[holydayaria]

flattering or gross : guy that keeps getting annoyed with porn because he can’t find an actress that looks similar enough to you

[dumbformore]

ೀ ⋆.˚ WHY HAVE ONE WHEN THERES TWO ? t. fushiguro + k. shiu

pairings — Grimy Stepdad! Toji x Bratty Fem! Reader x Stepdad’s Bestfriend! Shiu

synopsis — toji is your stepdad and your mother is cheating on him heavily, so you made it your mission to show him what real attention felt like, even if that meant fucking shiu along the way.

wc: 2.8k

warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW 18+. stepcest, daddy kink, taboo, age gap (toji and shiu late 40’s, reader 22). exhibitionism, voyeurism, brat taming, power imbalance, threesomes, manipulation, teasing, objectification, jealousy, praise & heavy degradation, cuckolding elements (but reverse), infidelity, panty stealing/sniffing, pet names (kid, daddy, slut, good girl, etc.), hidden cameras, choking, p in v, size kink, m!masturabation, sharing, shame play, humiliation, possessiveness, spit roasting, dubcon themes, psychological ownership, spit, creampie, cum eating, throat fucking, aftercare with twisted tenderness. toji is the outwardly gruff but reluctant “moral” stepdad who’s secretly vile and depraved, shiu is casually complicit and just as fucked up.

you loved coming home from break.

winter break, summer break, easter—didn’t matter. the second your mother’s house came into view, that familiar heat pooled low in your belly. not because of her. never because of her. it was because of him. toji fushiguro. your stepdad.

the house always smelled the same—faint cigarette smoke, expensive cologne, and the stale resentment your mother left behind like perfume. she was gone again, like always. another “girls trip.” another week of radio silence while she fucked whoever could pay for her drinks and pretend she wasn’t a married woman while toji sat in the living room of their shared home nursing a beer.

you met him two years ago when you were twenty right after your sophomore year of college. your mother had dragged him home like a trophy after two months of whirlwind dating, flashing the ring like it meant something. toji fushiguro. tall, broad, scarred, thick arms with a lazy smirk and eyes that looked like they’ve seen every sin the world had to offer. he’d shaken your hand that first night, called you “kid” in that low, rough voice, calloused palm swallowing yours, and something shifted in his gaze when you smiled up at him—soft, curious, already a little too interested.

you thought it was politeness. surprise. maybe even a hint of moral hesitation.

you had no idea it was that exact moment he’d make a terrible mistake marrying her… and the exact moment his mind started rotting with thoughts of you.

he married her for the quiet life, he claimed once. a stable home after years of underground work. he was the grimy enforcer type who cleaned up nicely in public but still carried the smell of cigarettes and motor oil. she had money from previous husbands, the house, the lifestyle, and a pretty face. but the way she spoke to him, the constant arguments, the cheating, the way she treated him like he was disposable… it made your stomach twist. it reminded you of the reason you fled to college hours away the second you turned eighteen. to you, she was just the woman who gave birth and checked out.

you never understood how she could treat him the way she did. he was too good for her shit. the more she treated him like an afterthought with a pulse—the more you decided that he deserved better. deserved you.

toji played the moral stepdad part perfectly at first. you ate it up. the tired, reluctant, decent man trapped in a bad marriage who frowned when you flirted too obviously. at first it was little things. lingering hugs when you came home. sitting on his lap during movie nights while she was upstairs on her phone because “there was no more space on the couch.” he was the kind of man who cleared his throat and looked away when you “accidentally” brushed against him wearing nothing but lace panties and an oversized tee that barely covered your ass.

“kid,” he’d grunt, voice rough like gravel, eyes fixed on the fridge instead of your body. “go put some clothes on. it’s three in the morning.”

you’d just smile sweetly, stepping closer until your tits brushed his arm while reaching for water. “oops. sorry, daddy. didn’t see you there!”

or other times you’d whisper to him, lips brushing his ear. “i don’t understand why you stick around. she treats you like shit anyways.” toji stared at you for a long moment, jaw tight, looking ever bit of the man wrestling with morality. “watch your mouth, kid. she’s still your mother.”

he never reacted the way you wanted. never grabbed you. never pinned you to the counter and fucked the brat out of you like you fantasized. he’d just deadpan, sip his beer, and mutter something about not calling him that and “respecting boundaries.” it drove you insane and it only made you push harder. made you bolder.

you loved the game. tight little outfits around the house. “accidental” lap sits while shiu—his bestfriend—was over for cards. whispering filthy things in his ear when no one was looking: “bet she doesn’t even suck your cock, does she? i would. i’d swallow every drop like a good girl.” toji would just stare at you with those flat unreadable eyes. muttering “behave. brat,” under his breath, pushing you off his lap with a rough hand on your hip.

it made you bratty. frustrated.

god, you wanted him to break.

so you fucked shiu.

his best friend—equally older, sharp eyed, cigarette perpetually between his lips. he was always around, watching you with that quiet, calm, knowing smirk. you knew he was hot. you thought seducing him would finally make toji snap with jealousy. you “dated” him in secret for a few weeks. or at least, that’s what you told yourself—stolen kisses in the hallways while toji was supposedly out. quick fucks in his apartment, letting him bend you over the hood of his car when he picked you up for “coffee”, in your childhood bedroom, fucking you raw as you bit your lip to stay quiet when toji had gone to “bed”. sometimes you’d corner him in the guest room, drop to your knees like the little brat you were. he smirked down at you, fingers threading through your hair.

“does your stepdad know his pretty girl is such a slut?” you moaned around his cock, thinking of toji the whole time.

you didn’t know toji orchestrated the entire thing, in fact, he encouraged it. every bit of it. had practically handed you over so his best friend could break you. he got off on that kind of thing. listening to you getting fucked like some desperate slut in your bedroom. he’d stroke himself slowly in the other room, from tip to base, listening to the sound of your gargled moans and sputtering, eyes dark with satisfaction as his best friend used your throat. “that’s it” he’d mutter under his breath. “break her in for me.”

toji had already broken since the day he laid eyes on you. he stayed for one reason only: access. easy, constant, deniable access to you. the sweet little thing who looked at him like he hung the fucking moon while her mother treated him like dirt. he played the part flawlessly. the gruff but decent stepdad who fixed things around the house, who asked about your classes, who told you “no boyfriend this time?” when you came home for break without your usual fling, pretending to be relieved for your sake. he stayed because every time she bitched at him, every time she ignored him in bed, he had fresh material waiting for him in the laundry room.

he was careful at first. moral on the surface. the first time he truly slipped was months after the wedding. you had come home for summer break and left your worn panties out in the laundry hamper near the washer. toji found them. the grimy, disgusting part of him he buried under layers of “i shouldn’t” took over. he pressed the damp fabric to his nose in the dim laundry room, inhaling your scent like a man starved while your mother slept two rooms away. licking the slick from the fabric like a depraved animal before stroking himself quiet and fast. “fuckin’ tease,” he’d growl under his breath, thick cock pulsing in his fist as he imagined ruining you.

he came hard in the seat of your panties, then carefully placed them back like nothing happened.

he was disgusting. and he loved it.

while you were away at university, he’d install a small pinhole camera in your bedroom—disguised as a smoke detector. every break—winter, summer, easter—he’d watch you at night. after a long day you’d peel of your clothes, fingers buried deep in your soaked cunt, moaning his name while you played with your tits. “toji—daddy—please…” he sat in his office, watching the feed on his phone, saving every clip. he’d stroke himself in time with your frantic little thrusts, cumming hard when you whispered how much better he would feel than your pathetic flings.

shiu had been in on it almost since the start. toji showed him the footage one night over whiskey. “look at her go,” he’d said casually, like he was showing sports highlights, phone screen glowing with you fingering your pussy, legs spread wide, whimpering “daddy, want your cock…” shiu exhaled smoke slow, eyes gleaming “lucky bastard,” voice low and dark, not a trace of humor. “look at how she spreads her legs thinking about you. pathetic little thing. you gonna break her soon or keep letting her play her games?” toji grunted, palming himself through his pants. “keep breaking her. i want her desperate when i finally take what’s mine.”

toji let you think you had the power. let you flirt, tease, “accidentally” grind on him. he acted the conflicted moral man—furrowed brow, heavy sighs, the occasional “we can’t, kid. i’m married to your mother.” all while his cock throbbed and filed away every whimper, every flash of skin, every bratty “daddy” you tossed at home when shiu was around.

because he wanted shiu to see. wanted to show off his pretty, desperate stepdaughter like a trophy.

it all came to a head one cold night. your mother was gone again. you had spent the evening teasing toji mercilessly—tiny shorts, bending over in front of him, whispering filthy promises. when he still wouldn’t react, you’d “stormed off” and found shiu in the living room. you dragged him upstairs, loud enough for toji to hear, determined to force a reaction.

shiu fucked you right on your childhood bed, rough and efficient, slapping your ass and calling you toji’s pretty little stepdaughter. you came hard, moaning “daddy” the whole time, thinking it would finally make toji jealous enough to claim you.

you didn’t know they planned this.

toji walked in while shiu was still buried deep inside you, face pressed into the mattress, ass up.

you startled, eyes wide with shock as your stepdad leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the same unimpressed expression on his face. except this time, his eyes were burning.

“keep going. don’t stop on my account. should’ve known you’d go running to my best friend when you didn’t get what you wanted, kid.” toji said calmly, stepping inside and closing the door. “been teasing me for two years, flirting like some shameless whore. thought fucking shiu should make me jealous?”

shiu chuckled darkly, still thrusting slow and deep, making you whimper. “she’s been a brat about it too. kept moaning your name while i fucked her.”

your mind reeled. “w-what… toji—?”

he moved closer, towering over you. one big hand gripped chin, forcing you to look up at him while shiu continued to use you’re cunt. “you really thought you had the upper hand, huh? all those little outfits, sitting on my lap, calling me daddy in front of him?” toji’s thumb brushed your lower lip. “i let you think that. made it more fun.”

he leaned down, voice dropping an octave. “i’ve been watching you. every night you spread these legs and finger this sloppy pussy thinking about me. got the camera feed right here.” he tapped his phone. “showed shiu how pretty you look creaming to your stepdad’s name. he agrees—you’re the best entertainment we’ve had in years.” shiu grunted in agreement, hips snapping harder. “lucky man. she’s so fucking tight. been dreaming of sharing this hole with you.”

the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. all this time… he’d been in control. the moral stepdad act, the deadpan reactions, letting you fuck his friend—it had all been apart of his game. you were never the predator. you were the prey they had been toying with.

tears pricked your eyes even as pleasure built again. brows furrowed, lips pulling into a bratty sneer even as you cunt clenched traitorously. “you… you’re sick—“

“yeah,” toji said simply, unzipping his pants. his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, already leaking. far bigger than you had imagined. “but you’re still gonna take both of us, aren’t you? because you’ve been begging for it.”

you hated how much he was right. the humiliation made you ache.

they used you together.

shiu stayed in your pussy while toji fed you his cock, stretching your throat until your nose pressed against his pelvis. they talked over you like you weren’t even there, voices casual and dark.

“pass her over when you’re done,” toji said, voice steady even as he fucked your face. “i want to feel how sloppy you left her.”

shiu chuckled breathlessly. “she’s been sloppy since the moment she started flashing her panties at you. little exhibitionist whore showing off for you every time i came over.”

“i let her because i knew you’d want a taste,” toji grunted. hips snapping, balls slapping your chin as spit started to soak the bedding beneath you. “been dreaming of breeding this tight cunt since the day i met her. fill you up until you’re swollen with my kid. bet her mother would love that.” he held your head there still for a moment as you began to gag around his length. “you’d look so good ruined, kid. tits leaking, belly round, still calling me daddy while i fuck another load into you.”

shiu laughed low, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded you from behind. “she’s clenching so hard hearing that. pathetic. all that teasing and she’s just a needy little slut for her stepdad and his best friend.”

your mind fractured under the overwhelming pressure. pleasure, shame, betrayal, and overwhelming need mixed until you were sobbing sobbing around toji’s cock, cumming hard on shiu’s dick.

they switched positions—toji finally claiming your pussy while shiu used your mouth. toji fucked you like he owned you, which he did. deep, punishing strokes that hit every spot, pressing down on your lower belly so you could feel him rearranging your insides, pushing shiu’s cum from earlier back inside of you with his cock.

“fuck—been waiting two years to ruin this hole,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was stretched so obscenely around him. “so much tighter than your mother’s. this cunt was made for me.” you sobbed around shiu’s cock, mascara running, body trembling from overstimulation. the powerlessness was overwhelming—humiliatingly and shamefully intoxicating. they had reduced you to nothing but a toy between them, and some broken part of you loved it.

toji’s pace grew brutal. “gonna fill you up, kid. knock you up so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. say it—tell daddy who you belong to.”

you could only moan brokenly, but they didn’t need words. your body gave them everything. when they finally pulled out, you were a wrecked, cum-filled mess—leaking from both holes, thighs shaking, mind blissed out and empty.

toji gripped your hair, pulling you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. both men stood over you, cocks still half-hard.

“clean us up, princess.”

you obeyed without thinking, broken, mouth open, tongue lolling out like a good little doll as you licked them clean—first toji’s cock, tasting yourself and his cum, then shiu’s. giving them both small kitten licks, cleaning the mess you made like a good girl. they stroked your hair almost gently, murmuring praises that made you nuzzle into their touch and little degradations that made your leaking hole clench around nothing.

“such a well trained princess,”

“good girl… such a perfect cumdump.”

“swallow every drop. that’s it. look at you, all fucked out and obedient. knew you’d break so pretty, baby.”

when you finished, licking every inch until they were spotless, shiny and spent, toji pulled you into his lap on the bed. shiu lounged beside you, flicking open his zippo, lighting a cigarette in the dim lit room. “she’s even better in person than she is on camera,” he muttered.

toji’s hand rested possessively on you hip, thumb circling the bruise he left. “told you. she’s been mine the whole time. you just got to break her in first.”

“you’re ours now, kid, understood?” he murmured against your temple, voice deceptively soft. “no more games. no more pretending. you come home for break? this is what happens. every single time. but dont worry… daddy’s gonna take real good care of you from now on.”

shiu smirked, exhaling smoke. “both of us will.”

you whimpered as you nodded weakly, too drained and owned to argue. cum still drying on your tongue, mind blissfully blank. deep down, the twisted part of you that started this knew the truth: you never wanted the power anyways. not really.

toji let you play your games because it amused him. because it made claiming you all the sweeter. why have one when there’s two? because two filthy older men could ruin you so much more thoroughly.

and you’d coming home for every single break from now on.

toji had pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, voice low. “welcome home, kid.”

a/n: i hoped you guys liked enjoyed the filth, it took way longer than expected because i gave up so many times. i always imagine shiu and toji double teaming someone so i thought why not write something nasty. part two of pervy nerdjo is on the way! xoxo, ly loves youuuuu 💋! dividers by @/cursed-carmine

[mona-ex-machina]

If you were really my friend you’d do this highly unethical experimental surgery on me

[crowttore]

Also.. getting your tail pulled while they've got you face down ass up.. grabbing it to force you to arch further, free hand playing with your holes while they laugh about how wet you are

[cakelitter]

Spoiled Rotten

Bunny! Leon x Bunny! Reader

warnings: 18+, p in v, praise, age gap, breeding kink

summary: Sitting next to him across the couch doesn’t cut it anymore. If you’re not grabbing onto him, suffocating him, then you’re not close enough. If you did what you’re currently doing a month ago he would’ve told you to get lost, but it takes a lot to break a man and you’ve officially done it. Leon quickly realized that just accepting his fate saves him more energy than telling you off would.

words: 3k

Maybe it’s the age, or maybe it’s the pent-up sexual frustration, but if he could choke out either one of you and get away with it, he wouldn’t mind.

Ever since his owner adopted you, they have shoved you up Leon’s nostrils, his mouth, his ass, basically up every orifice available. And at first, he tried to be patient, to be understanding that you’re still new here. He remembers the days when he was just adopted from the shelter, the level of attention he used to get before he became a mundane presence after a few weeks.

But your effect doesn’t seem to wane. Two months and counting, and every single day you get practically worshipped in this house. It’s not like he’s jealous, he’s too old for this kind of attention. Maybe when he was younger he would’ve been, sure; but all Leon cares about anymore is to be left the fuck alone, in peace and quiet until death comes knocking on his door—and perhaps that’s why your owner got you.

Obviously, a new young bunny doesn’t quite match his lifestyle; not with the way you run around the house, not with the way you get way too excited for meal time like you aren’t going to eat the same fucking thing for the rest of your life, and definitely not in the way where he is made responsible for teaching you basically everything without his consent.

You’re a pretty thing though, he’ll admit that. Nice long ears, a very fluffy tail, and eyes that no one can say no to—basically the whole package, so he can understand the appeal. What he can’t understand however, is why he is getting roped into this.

After your owner showed you around the house, they then introduced you to him and you immediately hid behind them.

“No come on, don’t be shy. This is Leon, he’s basically your older brother now. If you ever need help with anything you can ask him.”

His expression immediately morphs into one with utter disbelief—not that he purposefully wanted to make an unpleasant first impression, but it’s rather difficult to contain yourself when someone starts speaking straight up bullshit in front of you.

“Right, Leon?”

“No.”

First off, he wasn’t becoming anyone’s older brother. Older brothers babysit, older brothers care, and he was about to do neither of those. Secondly, they decided to expand the “family” not him, so if you need help don’t come running to him.

He did feel bad for making such a harsh introduction for a while, but eventually got over it when he realized that you didn’t speak a drop of English—nor any languages for that matter. It’s typical for hybrids to be behind on communication thanks to some of their animalistic characteristics, he didn’t manage to speak fluently till a few years ago. But he doesn’t recall himself being that bad when he was younger.

Point is, you were terrible to deal with; which he soon realized that he didn’t have choice but to do. Your owner would go to work from the early morning, and come back home later at night. You would sit by the door the whole day, just staring at it. You would concentrate on the handle, as if the more you concentrated, the quicker they’d come back.

Leon left you to it, the busier you were the less likely you were to bother him after all. But it didn’t take you long to realize that this whole telekinesis thing was hopeless. To pass time, you started bothering him instead.

“She’s weird.”

“She’s just watching you Leon, be nice.”

Apparently, being stared at all day, every day is not a form of harassment. Whenever you wanted food, you’d just stand in front of him and stare until he figures out what you want. Do you have any idea how many of his snacks he had to hand over to you just to get you to leave him alone?

And even if you’re fed, it doesn’t mean he gets a break from you idling around him. If he’s watching something, you’re there. If looking at something, you’re there. If he has to change, he’d have to physically kick you out his room to do so.

The thing is, this wouldn’t be that bad if you were looking at what he’s actually doing rather than directly at him. And it wouldn’t be that bad if you had some sort of expression on your face while doing so. You once spent two whole minutes staring at him in silence without blinking a single time-yes, he counted.

When you finally decide to stop ogling at him, you nap conveniently beside him, or on the floor besides his feet if you have to.

You never speak to him however, keeping your thoughts to yourself—and thank God for that, the last thing he needs is your squeaky voice in his highly sensitive ears. The only time you show an ounce of emotion is when your owner comes home, jumping up and down in excitement, practically throwing yourself at them.

You love the attention, the coos, the compliments even when you can’t quite understand what they say. After observing you for a while, he can tell that you’re fond of physical affection. You like curling up next to anyone who steps foot in the apartment, batting your eyelashes at them and devouring every drop of affection you get.

“Oh my god, she’s so cute!”

“Isn’t she the sweetest thing?”

“Aww look at her!”

Sweetheart of the city, what can he say.

And because you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it makes Leon stick out like a sore thumb. Your owner thinks it’s because the two of you haven’t “bonded” enough based off one answer from chatgpt. Surely that’s the reason, not because Leon has time and time again stated that he doesn’t care.

And as if thing couldn’t get worse, they somehow stumbled across an article that said that bunnies bond through cuddling. Again, bunnies and not hybrids. But thanks to you being an attention leech and for your lack of respect for personal space, they think that this behavior is a natural instinct. Either way, it’s not like anyone has been listening to him since you’ve stepped into the picture.

Bonding time consists of the two of you awkwardly hugging each other for ten minutes; and it takes one look at both of your faces to draw the conclusion that none of you are feeling the bondness of it all. Well, to be fair Leon went from hating it to just wanting to get it over with. You on the other hand, you went from being a little shy to being very comfortable with the whole concept. Another victim to add to your never-ending list.

At first, your arms would intertwine but your bodies would still be away from each other. But then you started stepping closer and closer until resting your head on his chest became a regular thing. He decided to not make a fuss about it—it was only for ten minutes after all.

Your owner had to out of town for a few days leaving the two of you alone, and Leon made it clear that no bonding time will be held during these days. Besides, preparing both of your meals seemed more than enough bonding time for him.

But with the way you were acting, it seemed pretty obvious that you were missing that time you had together. It’s either that or the lack of attention is cutting off the oxygen from reaching your brain.

Now, sitting next to him across the couch doesn’t cut it anymore. If you’re not grabbing onto him, suffocating him, then you’re not close enough. If you did what you’re currently doing a month ago he would’ve told you to get lost, but it takes a lot to break a man and you’ve officially done it. Leon quickly realized that just accepting his fate saves him more energy than telling you off would.

Leon runs a very strict protocol when it comes to sleeping. Having big bunny ears means that he can overhear a conversation in another state if he put his mind to it. So, it doesn’t take much to hear and feel another person climbing into his bed.

“Oh my fucking god”

He grumbles before even opening his eyes, he doesn’t need his visual senses to confirm that it’s none other than you. His eyes crack open seeing you on all fours freezing in place once his eyes catch yours.

“What are you doing here?”

His brows wrinkle in disbelief at how far he let things get. You don’t move, instead you just stare at him with that kicked bunny look on your face. He shrugs his arms and shakes his head, waiting for an answer from you.

“…Bonding time”

“No, no fucking bonding time. Go back to your room.”

Dealing with you when he’s fully rested is already draining, let alone when he’s getting cranky. Deciding he’s had enough, he turns around and lays back down closing his eyes.

After a moment, he feels you shift on the bed, sitting down on your knees. You know it’s a problem when he can sense those eyes of yours staring into his back in a pitch-dark room.

“I said go to your room.”

You stay still for a moment before he feels your weight shift off the bed. And for a second, he felt a rush of dopamine at the idea of you finally finally listening to him. But that happiness was short lived when he hears you shuffle and curl up into a ball on the floor below him.

He takes in a deep breath, and reminds himself that things could’ve been worse. You could’ve been a serial killer, or had a hobby for setting things on fire, or a kleptomaniac—actually you’re worse, you hoard all the snacks under your bed.

And even though it’s sad that the bar had to get this low, but being clingy isn’t the worst-case outcome.

The two of you sits in silence, which gives Leon’s subconscious the perfect moment to strike. What if you’re cold? What if you had a nightmare? He recalls dealing with those after leaving the shelter. What if you end up tragically dying in your sleep and he has to live with the guilt for the rest of his life?

His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to shoo away all the dramatic scenarios that pop into his head. But rather than going away, they only seem to get louder and louder.

He caves in, deciding that going to sleep with a hurt pride is better than not getting any sleep at all. He looks down at your figure below him, knees to chest with your arm propping your head as a pillow.

“Hey.”

You lift up your head, looking over at him. You look like you’re expecting a lecture from him for not listening, which truthfully is what he should be doing.

“Come here.” He pats the space on the bed next to him.

“Bonding time.”

Your ears perk up at the last words, immediately getting up and climbing next to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, your head snapping to his chest like velcro. Leon takes in the silence after managing to shut his thoughts up. His arm is branched behind you, supporting your back—it is bonding time after all.

His eyes move over to your figure after a while, a strip of light running across your face from the bedroom door you never fail to leave open behind you; and to no one’s surprise, you’re already looking at him. Deciding since he’s already doing something nice, he might as well go all in. He flashes you a soft smile and you mirror him hesitantly.

 He can feel your heartbeat starting to accelerate with your close proximity as you begin to lean in; your eyes locked on his lips. He thinks of pulling away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls the arm that’s draped around you, pulling you closer to him. His lips caging your bottom lip in a soft embrace, and you reciprocate.

It starts off sweet, his hand finding its way to your cheek before tangling in your hair and exposing the side of your face. His brain struggles to make sense of what’s happening, struggling to blame his actions on his sleepy state or his dormant feelings. You melt into his touch, your thigh stacking on top of his and he grabs onto your side; his thumb on your chin coaxing your mouth to open wider.

His tongue enters your mouth, and you give him full access by leaning in further. A whine escapes your lips, your hips bucking in need. You grab his hand, bringing it down to the aching between your thighs.

He groans as he senses your naked cunt, slick pooled and almost dripping down your thighs. The idea of you going to sleep with nothing other than a shirt makes his feel brain fuzzy with arousal, his middle finger circling your clit.

“Fuck, needy little pussy,”

You instinctively begin to rock you hips against his digits; your palms planted on his chest for support. Deciding to give you more, his fingers tease your dripping entrance before sinking into your cunt.

You moan at the sensation, and Leon feels his cock begging to be released from the confined of his clothes. You begin to ride his fingers, your fluids collecting on the base of his knuckles.

“This pussy just wanted to be filled, huh? Just wanted to feel good?”

He watches you move, his nose picking up the scent of your fluids. He shifts his attention to the ache from his cock, forming a visible bulge in his sweatpants. His fingers slip down his pants along with his underwear enough to pull himself out.

He wraps his fingers around the hot length, earning a hiss from him at the contact. The sound causes your eyes to open and look at what he’s doing. A smirk forms on his lips, his blue eyes locking with yours as his fist pumps up and down his thick cock.

“You wanna try?”

You nod your head hesitantly and he grabs a hold of your hand. He wraps your fingers around him, and with his hand on top of yours he guides your movements. A low groan vibrates from his chest, his head leaning against the headboard behind him as your fingers squeeze around him.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.”

The movement of your hips on his fingers halt when you notice the amount of precum leaking from the head. It takes one look at your face to see the kind of ideas swirling in your head, and this is the first time he wishes that you could properly speak so he knows exactly what you’re thinking—but he has a pretty good guess.

He pats his thigh, signaling you to come closer. Moving towards him, your thighs bracket his with your arms around his shoulders. Leon’s hand snakes up your thigh before massaging the plush of your ass and you take this moment to connect your lips again.

He gives your jaw a quick kiss and teases his cock at your entrance. Sensing your impatience, he helps you sink down his length; your hands gripping his shoulders at the sudden stretch. Leon starts babbling words of praise as pleasure clouds his thoughts; and with each pulse of your walls, he actively forgives you for every inconvenience you have caused since you entered his life.

You begin to move, lifting yourself up before sinking down again and again. Leon blames the significant lack of pussy he’s experienced in these past few years for the way he feels intensely pussy drunk—or maybe it’s because your so wet it’s getting concerning.

“Shit, sweetheart. Show me those tits.”

His hand sneaks beneath your shirt pulling the piece of fabric over your head. Now met with your naked chest, his palms cup the tender flesh into his hand. He watches as the fat beneath the skin bounces with each snap of his hips, his fingers pinching the stiff peaks.

Unsatisfied, he flips you onto your back with his body caging you between his arms. Pushing your thighs further apart, his arms slot underneath your knees to keep them open as his hips move against your again.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he takes in the sweet scent of your shampoo tangled into your hair. With you positioned beneath him and his heart beat soaring, his animalistic instincts start taking over.

“Gonna breed this little pussy, get you so full of my cum.”

The mattress supporting your weight creaks with each thrust of his hips, sweat droplets forming along his hairline and down his back. Your whines start getting louder, your hands helplessly grasping at anything within your reach.

He hears his name being muttered a few times, his hands tangling with yours and pinning them down to the mattress beneath you. It takes a few squeezes from your walls to make his thrusts turn sloppy, your legs wrapping around his torso to keep him close.

“Like the idea, sweetheart? Having my bunnies? Keeping you knocked up all the time?”

Your fingernails leave trails of scratches along his broad back as his hips fuck into you feverishly. The head of his cock rubs against the spongy spot inside you, helping you reach your climax. Leon squeezes your hands, his chest heaving along with yours as you pull him into his orgasm with you.

He cusses under his breath as ropes of cum shoot into your velvety walls. He thrusts into you a few times, watching the white ring around the base of his cock become more prominent with each thrust.

His hand rubs your thigh soothingly before pulling out of your spent cunt. The hot liquid leaks from your hole, the sight making him miss being inside you already. You prop yourself up on your elbows, a smile plastered on your face.

“More?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, and nods. It’s still considered bonding time if he hugs you through it.

[alphauke]

omg normal people dni actual PERVERTS and DEPRAVED WEIRDOS with GROSS ABNORMAL EROTIC FIXATIONS only

[pixieknows]

i wanna write medplay. . . but i know i'll get the terminology all wrong (-ω-、)

ughh but hot pervert doctor </3..

[mewnbuns]

men who stroke your hair while their tip is kissing the back of your throat

[mattsundaes]

dry humping in his lap when he reaches around your ass and sinks the tip of his finger inside of you. he groans under his breath in disbelief over how wet you are, the way you gasp and whine and try to fuck yourself on the tease of penetration. he plunges in deep, finger buried in your cunt to the last knuckle as you tremble, desperately slipping and sliding up and down the ridges of his cock, face buried in the crook of his neck as you cum with a whimper.