um so hiii. im an adult. i have many, many, icky thoughts >...< you can call me suki. this blog has ADULT content so mdni pls!!!
this is only my sideblog, so i can't follow back from this acct.
--since people keep asking if i do requests: yes! if i am ABLE to do it, i will. but i am a slooow. so if you're willing to wait, just send it in <3
if i can't do it, i will let you know in the ask orrrr i just won't do it lol
^ (when i say able i mean within things i'm comfortable writing)
if u don't like these cw just block me! ill update it as i think of them. i already got a hate ask so in case you forgot: fiction does not equal reality! its not real 😝
cw: incest/stepcest, somno, age gap, dubcon/noncon, brat taming, preg, breeding, blood, ddlg, agere, dddne, dark content, cheating, cannibalism (sukuna), virgins (if that's even a cw?)
The apple didn't fall far from the tree when Sukuna had you. A girl version of the brooding man, you were equally as confident and attractive, though maybe even more fucked up.
It was hard to know for sure.
Sukuna never tried to hide his lack of morals from anyone, wearing the trait instead as a badge of honor. He reveled in the way others would whisper about him as they watched him out of the corner of their eye, steering their daughters away from him because they knew what he was like. Everyone saw the way he looked at you, his own daughter—lidded eyes that stared for longer than they should, shamelessly ogling what he considered to be the best parts of you.
When his friends would comment about how well you "filled out" after you grew up, he wouldn't chide them. He'd just laugh and agree.
"She's mine, course she looks good."
What people didn't see was how much you fed into his behavior. It was a secret piece of knowledge that Sukuna kept to himself, not wanting to risk it getting out to the wrong people… like your mother.
You were the only good thing that came from his union with "that woman," as he called her.
His perfect daughter that never wore pants around the house, opting instead for a pair of panties and a tank top. You were so sweet to him, bending over in the fridge to give him a nice show while he had his breakfast. Sleeping naked with the door opened so when jerked off he could get a view of your bare pussy, still slick from touching yourself—preferring his hand and the idea of his daughter over the body of his wife.
But as perfect as you are, you sure as shit know how to piss your old man off.
Veins are bulging in his hand from how hard he's gripping his phone, glaring down at the screen as he replays the video you sent him for the fifth time. Your high pitched moans are flowing from the speaker, all whiny and desperate, as whoever you're with points the camera right at the place where he's sliding inside you. The flash is on, giving Sukuna almost too good of a view of the way your virgin cunt is swallowing the boy's underwhelming length.
Slut.
That was the first word that came to his mind when he'd opened your message—"my first time :)"
"Home. Now." He'd replied curtly.
Your knees are aching from being pressed into the floorboards for so long, but they don't hurt nearly as much as your jaw which has been stretched wide for the same amount of time. Sukuna pushed you to his feet less than a minute after you walked through the door, slapping you once across the face with a single command to 'open up.'
The gags coming from where you're choking on his dick between his legs are merely a distraction as he watches the pathetic way you're getting fucked on camera.
"You could've just asked if ya wanted your daddy to fuck you like a whore," Sukuna's anger is evident in his tone and the way he presses his cock impossibly harder into the back of your throat.
Your nose is buried in his untrimmed bush, his natural musk filling your nose as you struggle to breathe. Drool is already spilling from your lips and down to his heavy balls from how long you've been forced to cockwarm the man with your little mouth.
Sukuna finally closes out of the video, opting to open his own camera now. He makes sure you're captured in the middle of the frame, the flash on as well so he can see the pretty tears in your eyes, the sweat on your skin, the way his dick is shoved between his bratty daughter's lips. "You look good like this, baby. On your knees, mouth filled with my cock," Sukuna muses. "Got you to shut up too. Might have to show Fushiguro."
Sukuna grins wickedly when he sees the way your eyes widen. You don't know what you'd do if a photo like that got out—the tell-tale tattoos around your father's thighs being particularly incriminating.
"What? Now you don't like bein' in the spotlight?" he goads, pulling you off of him until just the tip rests on your tongue. You're coughing immediately, but the second you're about to take your first real breath of air, Sukuna is thrusting back down your throat.
"Yeah, get my dick nice and wet like that—gonna regret it if you don't. Means it'll hurt more when I fuck your ass."
"Mmmfg!" is what your strangled attempt at protest sounds like. Even if you could get a word out, Sukuna wouldn't listen. You lost the right to him treating you nicely when you pulled your stupid stunt.
"You wanna go 'round whoring yourself out on camera, then you'll get fucked the way you deserve," Sukuna all but snarls at you before finally yanking you off of him for good. With one last shove, he sends you tumbling into the ground at his feet.
You hit the floor hard, your palms stinging from attempting to catch yourself. The whole time, Sukuna just stands there. With his cock in his hand, he's pumping himself slowly as he gets off on the way your naked form is sprawled out before him, trying to recuperate. "Face down, ass up, and spread yourself open f'me."
You scramble to do as he says, not daring to talk back with how stern his voice is. When you're finally presenting yourself to Sukuna how he asked, he wastes no time kneeling behind you, the head of his cock already kissing your entrance.
"Wait, dad, condom." You remember when you feel the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit, smearing his pre into the arousal that already gathered there from him using your mouth.
"You really gonna tell your old man to wrap it up? Don't act like a fuckin' prude when I know you didn't use one with that kid."
He's right. But it's not the same, because 'that kid' isn't Sukuna. He isn't your own flesh and blood like the man behind you, slamming into your sweet cunt with a single punishing motion.
Your face rubs painfully against wood floor as you're sent forward with the force of his thrust. "Aah, fuck!" you wail, but Sukuna dismisses you immediately. The weak "Ow…" you let out after must have sounded too close to a moan for him to care.
The way your pussy feels so good around his dick almost makes Sukuna want to go easy on you, remembering how much he cares about his daugther.
Almost.
And then remembers that he's not the first person to know what your cunt feels like, and any hopes of being shown mercy from your dad melt away. He sets a pace so brutal that you're trying to crawl away from him, only for him to grab your hips tighter and pull you back. Judging by the footage of your only experience, Sukuna knows you can't handle it and that only makes him want to go harder.
You're whimpering so cutely, cheeks wet from tears and your lips from the saliva that keeps spilling from them. Everything burns. The stretch from your dad's fat cock inside your tight pussy, your already sore knees now starting to bruise, your neck stiffening as your head is bent at an uncomfortable angle. There's no plush mattress, no cushiony pillows to make you feel better as Sukuna pounds you into the floor so hard you think it might splinter into your skin.
Through it all, there's nothing you can do to prevent the lewd sounds that are slipping out of your mouth with a messy amount of drool that only makes you look even more like a pornstar. Deep down, you love this, he knows you do. You internalize all the insults that Sukuna throws your way because it makes the occasional praise he sings sound that much louder. Just as with the immense pain he's inflicting upon you, it only serves to make the pleasure that much better.
Your orgasm is building too quick for your own brain to keep up, rapidly reducing you to a puddle of moans and cries for the man that's destroying you.
"Daddy! I—ohh fuck, I'm," you mewl, eyes rolling back as your cunt starts to throb around Sukuna's girth.
"Yeah, I know," Sukuna grunts. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what he's doing when you feel him shifting around you. He adjusts his position with his cock inside you until your face is being trapped against the hardwood, pinned underneath Sukuna's bare foot.
The new angle is too much. No longer rutting forward into you, Sukuna is slamming down onto you, splitting you in half on his cock as he forces it unbelievably deeper inside you.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, I can't," you sob, chest heaving as you cry harder. "Too deep, dad, wait—"
"Save it," he snaps at you. "This cunt is cryin' more than you, I know ya love getting used like the pretty slut you are. You're fucked in the head just like me."
He's not wrong. Within moments you're cumming so hard that you think you might pass out, your legs shaking uncontrollably as Sukuna finally starts to slow down.
"See? Makin' a god damn mess too." Sukuna sneers as he watches the way your pussy is starting to leak, creamy white slick coating his shaft as he slides out of you. "Your mom would be disappointed to know you turned out this way."
"Fuck off," you groan tiredly, not able to be bothered to care what your mother would think when you just had the best orgasm of your life.
Sukuna chuckles as he steps off your head, moving instead to rub his hand between your folds, gathering your slick on two fingers. You wake up more when you feel him circling the rim of your asshole, prodding at the tight entrance with every couple swipes.
"No, don't. I don't want to… not today," you try, having a feeling you wouldn't change Sukuna's mind.
He rolls his eyes, confirming your suspicions when he lazily pushes both fingers into your ass, ignoring the loud whine from you. "You say that but you don't mean it, look how well you're takin' these fingers. Can tell you want more." Sukuna slips his hand out of you before replacing them with the tip of his dick. "I know what my little girl needs."
It's almost adorable the way your asshole clenches like that would stop him from fucking it. And the way you whimper another 'dad please, don't." Pathetic.
When Sukuna presses his cock inside your tightest hole it's with an agonizing stretch. He didn't give you nearly enough prep to comfortably take someone of his size, and all of the cum and spit that's coating his monstrous length is doing nothing to ease the intrusion.
A sound halfway between a scream and a croak escapes you as you crumble under Sukuna's weight, slumping into the hard floor beneath you for the second time tonight.
"You need to loosen up, kid," he grunts, both hands spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of his dick nudging inside your ass. The skin is taut and he can see the muscles tensing, trying to keep him out. It's causing him such difficulty that he wonders if it's even worth it as the friction starts to spread some of your pain to him.
But it's the only part of you that hasn't been corrupted yet, and he'll be damned if another man gets to it first.
"Fuck, it hurts," more tears pour from your eyes, dripping onto the ground below you. "Dad, I'm—am I bleeding?" You have to ask with the way it feels like you're being torn apart—you won't be surprised if the answer is yes.
"Nah, I'd fit inside a lot easier if you were though. Maybe you should," Sukuna muses, grinning when you writhe in his grip, trying to adjust to his size. "What, you don't want that?"
You're not even sure what you want.
You want this all to be over. You want Sukuna to leave you alone and pretend you never started this whole thing. But you also want him to make you feel good in every way that he knows how, even when it hurts and you're not sure you can take it.
Because your knees are not only bruised but now scraped from sliding roughly against the wood with each thrust you had to endure. Your throat is sore from crying and shouting and gagging on your dad's cock. And still, your pussy is so soaked that it's leaking around nothing, producing more slick as Sukuna's hips inch to yours, until you're flush together once more.
"Never felt anything this tight," Sukuna groans, his entire length now buried inside your ass. It's so warm and squeezing him perfectly, he's not sure he'll ever want to fuck anything else again. With an experimental roll of his hips, his dick feels like it's pressing all the way into your stomach, making you whimper and squirm.
The pressure is unparalleled. He's everywhere, overwhelming you from the inside out until all you can think of is him.
All you can smell is his cologne and sweat. All you can hear are his grunts and groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours when he pulls out half way before slamming back in. And all you can feel are his fingers digging into your flesh, his girth spreading you open so wide and deep that it's dizzying.
"Play with yourself for me, baby." His voice is raspy, laced with exertion and strain from trying to hold himself together. Your body fits him much better than your mom's. "Told ya to loosen the fuck up," he lands a searing slap to your ass that makes you yelp.
You have to lean onto your shoulder in order to snake a hand under you, reaching for your clit with a weak finger. Your neck is stiff, crooked at an awkward angle, and the poor thing feeling like it's going to snap when you try to look between your legs as your fumble around. Sukuna's moving faster now, reaching a steady rhythm that only serves to throw you off as you try to touch yourself.
But eventually you find it—the right amount of pressure on that perfect spot which brings you just enough pleasure to forget all the ways in which your body feels like it's falling apart. Finally you relax just the slightest bit, allowing Sukuna to rut into you easier.
"Thaaat's it. See, feels good when you listen to your daddy."
"Mmhng," you mewl, unable to find your words. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything more than trying to breathe through your punishment until you can get rewarded with another climax.
"You let that boy fuck you here?" He already knows the answer.
"N-no," you reply, your voice shaking.
"Good," Sukuna growls. "Stupid girl. Fuckin' pissed me off today," he emphasizes the sentiment with another harsh slap to your ass. He puts all his strength into it, watching as the skin immediately starts to well up.
He knows he's broken you completely when you don't even cry out at the impact, instead your breath just catches in your throat, followed by a sniffle.
Tears and snot stain your face. Spit keeps pooling in your mouth and it seems like you're never able to swallow it all down, leaving some saliva to constantly dribble out between your lips and onto your chin.
"Need a picture of this next time, should see how well this ass is takin' my dick. Knew we'd be perfect together." Sukuna is rambling on now, lost in his own thoughts as you're lost in your second approaching orgasm. "Made these holes just for me. No one else."
Sukuna can feel the blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the rest of the room. He's teetering on the cusp of his orgasm, only holding on by a thread because he wants to bask in the feeling of you for as long as he can.
But then you're cumming again. Shuddering and gasping on the floor as your arousal seeps onto your hand, sticky and warm. Your muscles tighten up so much it makes Sukuna hiss as you clamp down around his cock and he knows he's done for.
"Should breed that pretty pussy, fill you up. You want that?" In a twisted sort of way, it's comical how quickly you panic, snapping out of your cockdrunk haze at his threat.
"No! Please no, dad, you can't," you beg him, trying to appeal to the side of him that you know loves you as his favorite and only daughter.
"You're lucky this hole feels so good," Sukuna grumbles, "fuck but you'd look so good pregnant with my kid—might even give me another girl. You don't wanna share your daddy with a sister?"
You don't. You don't want to share him with anyone. That much is clear when you feel his hips still, his balls twitching once before he's spilling inside you. It's a weird but addictive feeling when warm spurts of cum begin to coat your insides, making it easy for Sukuna to finally slide out of you.
The worst part of you wishes that your mom wasn't even in the picture. You would be fine with just Sukuna to take care of you, relying only on him and knowing that he only has you too.
"Shit, look at that," Sukuna breathes, admiring the way your gaping hole is now leaking white spend. It's thick and slow as it slides down towards your cunt.
He can't help himself when he reaches forward, gathering as much of his seed as he can onto his fingers and pushing them inside your pussy. Sukuna doesn't stop until he's reached the last knuckle, reaching as deep as he can.
"What…" you cough, the fatigue finally catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy. "What are you doing?"
"Just couldn't waste it," Sukuna murmurs, pumping his fingers languidly in and out of you. You look so spent, your skin bruised and red, your pussy lips all puffy and sore and smothered in slick.
If you were all his, he'd make sure you looked like this everyday.
Come next morning when you wake up in your bed, your body shows the evidence of your night though red scratches and purple splotches. But you've been showered and tucked under the sheets, a testament to how gently Sukuna cleaned you up and brought you back to your room. It was confusing after he'd treated you so roughly.
Maybe he felt bad.
But then you remember the way he pushed more and more of his release into your cunt despite your tired moans of protest. And when you try to tell yourself that it will be okay because it's different than if he'd really came inside you, you remember what he said when he laid you down for bed—about how he got your mom pregnant on their first night together.
cw incest : older brother sukuna who makes you sit on his lap while he shows you video after video of all kinds of porn.
he likes watching the way you twist your face up in disgust at the particularly gross videos—the kinds with girls tied up in the most uncomfortable positions, getting used until they’re a ruined mess covered in spit, sweat, and cum. sometimes piss.
then he always leans in closer and tells you how much prettier you’d look if you let him turn you into a girl like that.
if you ask him to stop or say he’s being weird then he’ll be sure to pull up an incest video next, making you watch some guy pound his “sister” into the mattress.
see, it’s not weird! everyone does it, so why don’t you let him?
cw: dead dove do not eat, dark content, incest, non-con, icky uncle sukuna, sukuna is on his 50s and reader on her early 20s, mocking, non-con picture taking, dacryphilia, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, mean sukuna that’s it
thinking about uncle!kuna finding always a way to touch you at the family reunions.
he would order you to spread your legs on your bed as he inspected your cunt, demanding no other man but him should touch it. his fingers would find his own path to your insides as he pumped you roughly, making you whine as you cry and beg him to stop. but he never does and never will.
uncle!kuna is always mean to you, mocking your tears when you get embarrassed as he has you on your knees while he is fisting his cock to your beautiful and innocent face. he would cum all over you, his thick and musky scent painting your nose, lips and hair as he grunts while taking out his phone to take a few pictures of the piece of art he just made.
uncle!kuna loves stealing a pair of your dirty panties before he leaves the house. he says it’s a souvenir to remind himself of all the sweet times he spends with you. and you know it’s bullshit, because there’s nothing sweet about him when he is filling up your insides and swearing he will put a baby in you.
uncle!kuna is such an icky man, whispering the nastiest shit to you. he would say in detail the ways he would touch you, how he would take away all of your innocence as you plead him to stop. and it didn’t matter how much you begged, how much you cried…your uncle was a perverted man, he got off to your tears and your fear, because there was nothing that could ever compare to your scared face as he approached you on family meetings. you always knew what would happen, and you still followed him upstairs with the excuse of talking to you “favorite” uncle. it was all an act where he took advantage of you and maybe, just maybe, there was that dark feeling inside you that awaited those reunions, because deep down you adored the love he showed you.
You've known it your whole life; been privy to enough dinner-table conversations to know he's no good. He's always been the heavy weight of a room. The 'you-know-who' who did 'you-know-what' and'll be paying for it behind bars for god-knows how long.
You've never met him, of course. You don't have the childhood memories of a doting uncle to look back on and wonder just how he had become such a monster. He was never around, always just a name you'd hear whispered beneath your mother's breath when she'd get talking with her sister on the phone. That Ryomen, she'd call him, bad news.
After you graduated high school, and were soon to leave home, your father had taken you for a drive so that you could talk. You expected the usual lecture a girl gets before venturing off to college — no boys, no booze, no benzos — but instead, he looked you in the eyes and made you swear to never seek Sukuna out.
It was an easy promise to make, considering he was locked up and you weren't vying to get to know a man who was involved in such sketchy things, relative or not. He's probably taken life, and you weren't willing to put yours on the line.
Still, perhaps a life of knowing you shared blood with someone who had spilt so much of it made you curious about the dangers of the world. Could anyone really blame you for latching onto the scary older guy you met at a bar after a particularly gruelling test? He had sweet talked you, made you think that maybe such a rough and imposing man was capable of holding a soft spot for a sweet thing like you.
And you were, of course, wrong in your judgements; he was rough and mean in every way of the word. Hardly any respect for you or your virginity when he took you back to his barely-furnished apartment and fucked you into the mattress on his floor until you wet his pillows with your tears.
Painful as he was, it was like you'd seen the light. Your eyes were opened to a whole new world of fear-laced pleasure, and this tank of a man on top of you wasn't relenting any time soon.
What would your daddy think? His little girl who he's spent so long trying to protect from the dark and scary in this world, laid out beneath a man as mean and nasty as this one... and moaning like a whore for more.
"Quit squirming," he's holding you down, pressing the heel of his palm into your lower belly, feeling his prodigious cock near splitting you open from the inside out. "Should have put something in your drink, woulda made this easier."
That's... doing more to you than it should. Your tryst must feel the way you tighten at the prospect of being completely subjected to his whims, because he gives you a filthy fucking smile and increases pace.
"It's..." the air is forced from your lungs with each deep thrust of his length inside of you. "Oh my god, it's my first... first time."
He only rolls his eyes, slaps your hand away when you try to grab at his arm. "Obvious. You're bleeding."
You are? You'd check for yourself, catch a glimpse of the red sheen on his cock as he jackhammers into you, but when you lift your head he slaps you hard across the cheek. You gasp, choke on a sob. "'M sorry."
He rolls his eyes, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back inside of you with a grunt. "You'll clean it up."
The force of his endeavours have fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you've never known a feeling like the one blooming in your stomach, so you endure the searing burn and cruel stretch for what rewards it might reap.
Not that you're sure he'd stop if you asked him to anyway.
You try to take him in like this, the stately build of him. He's all muscle, tattooed and pierced and imposing from all sides. His eyes are sharp and uncaring, but hungry and ravenous all the same — you couldn't think of any way to describe him outside of beast-like.
His orgasm is quick to come, his face hardening as he jolts his hips forward and shoots his load inside of you with a groan. He looks so good, muscles irritated and tense as he spills his seed that you can't bring yourself to care about his earlier promise to pull out.
The feeling of being filled up like this, pumped full of cum by a man whose name you don't yet know, is almost enough to spur on your own orgasm. Another stroke from him, or a few mean words in your ear, even another strike across the face and you'd be cumming too.
But he pulls out harshly, no care for your lack of orgasm, and shuts you up when you whine at the burning loss of sensation by prying your mouth open with his fingers and feeding you his cock.
He said you'd clean up, right? Your head is forced back, jaw held open as his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. The taste of salt and iron floods your mouth, and you're keenly reminded of what he said about you bleeding. You gag, forgetting how to breathe through your nose as you're reduced to a warm, wet mouth.
It's only once you've swallowed around him a few times, cleaned the evidence of your loss of virginity from his cock, that he pulls back and lets you breathe. You cough and splutter, wipe the drool from your chin and the tears from your eyes, just to look up him leering over you and decide that you might've just fallen in love.
There's definitely something wrong with you. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from the floor beside the mattress and plucks one out, lighting it with a discarded lighter and inhaling nice and deep.
He cocks a brow when he meets your gaze, still stupid-looking and cockdrunk. "Problem?"
You blink, shake your head once and then wince at the pain blooming on your cheek where he slapped you. "Just..." your voice is hoarse, you cough. "Didn't expect my first time to be on a mattress on the floor. Or... to be like that, at all."
You weren't complaining, he could tell you'd be crawling back with downcast eyes within the week, begging please, fuck me again. Still, he rolls his neck and tries to muster up something apologetic. "Don't have much furniture yet."
"Did you just move in..?" you look around, taking in the sparse apartment. You hadn't been so focused on the decor earlier, not with his cock stealing your attention.
"Something like that," he speaks around his cigarette, looking down at you with eyes that, for some reason, have darkened. "Just got out of prison."
Nausea roils your stomach as, just for a split second, you entertain the impossible. "Oh."
He smiles. It's so predatory and shark-like that you can't remember if he had looked this familiar when he approached you at the bar.
And that look of uncertainty on your face has his cock stirring all over again. Maybe he should've been easier on you, let you cum on his cock and look back on your first time with a little more dignity than this...
but Sukuna never was great at first impressions, especially when it came to family.
big brother kuna telling you it doesn’t count if he puts it in your ass :/ who are u to argue with that logic i guess
so he spends half an hour eating your ass and stretching you out on his fingers, laughing at you and calling you a ‘fucking baby’ when you squirm at the stretch
you’re just too eager to prove yourself to him as something more than his fragile little sister!! so you tell him you’re squirming bc he’s boring you already & he just smiles at that because you have no idea how much you’ll wish you didn’t say that.
now he’s prone on top of you, his chest pressed heavily against your back as he thrusts in and out of your ass real fast and mean, letting your sniffles and apologies get muffled by the blankets you’re pressed into :((
biting at ur ear, growling praise and degradation about how you feel so fucking good, it’s a shame you’re enough of a whore to be willing to give your ass up to your brother. maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat all the time, he’d wedge a hand between you and the bed and rub at your sore clit. but you can take him like this if you insist on being so mouthy :/
cw: incest, (unconsensual?)Exhibitionism, kinda noncon, theyre having sex on a site similar to omegle ALLEGIDLY
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ExhibitionistDad!Nanami felt your cunt pulse around his cock in shame as another gasp echoed in the room. There was a camera angled just above the foot of the bed, poorly lit up by a small candle off frame and the faint light of the computer sat besides the camera.
A sob escaped your kiss-swollen lips, shame and embarrassment filling you when you heard another petrified gasp.
Your father, Nanami Kento, had two sick fantasys. The first one was to have you, his eldest daughter he couldn't keep his hands off. And the second one?
Sharing that fantasy with everyone else.
That's why he had you pinned down in a mating press, your most intimace place being recorded by a camera, the video being streamed on an active social platform while your father stuffed you full of his cock :(
ExhibitionistDad!Nanami could barely hold back his load when he glanced back at the appalled faces of whoever was watching the feed, his cock twitching eagerly inside you as he began to pick up his pace once more. He had already came inside you moments prior, your puffy cunt wet and sticky from his eagerness, but as more and more people continued to watch, the more people who screamed and gagged, the closer his impending orgasm grew.
Some people didn't skip the feed. Others stayed and watched, masturbating to the sight of your father fucking you so hard you squirt onto the camera lens. They didn't care who you were, so long as they could watch your father stuff your unwilling pussy full of cum :(
You could barely breathe with each thrust, the tip of your fathers cock kept kissing your womb, leaving pulses 'n pulses of precum all over your squishy insides. Not only that, but ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just wouldn't stop kissing you! His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, slurping on your tongue to muffle your moans.
Another wave of shame filled you when though the sound of sex, an unfamiliar mans voice murmured-
"Fuck...look at that asshole clench...you should fuck 'er there next."
Unwillingly, your ass clenched at his words, puckered and swollen from when your father's ballsack would slap at it <3 You didn't even want to think of the sight. The mess, the taboo, the noise, it all made your stomach and your pussy tighten.
Ahh, but you probably shouldn't have done that...'cause now ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just spilled his 2nd load deep inside your cunt, your womb happily taking it all in as you prayed you wouldn't get pregnant after this!
If you write ddlg and agere, would you write something with age play elements? Not to imagine being a child I just love being pampered and taken care of and I think it’s unfair only they get so much attention🤧
yes i totally would! i kinda did on some of my papa! gojo ones but i definitely think toji (and some other's) can fit that trope pretty well too. did you have a specific character in mind??
I can't believe we got the same loser in our ask box saying dumb stuff. Stay safe Suki i love you 🫂🫶
i blocked that weirdo! they want attention so bad and im not dealing with that nonsense anymore. ilysm 🖤 i def recommend blocking all these weird anons too!
another summer day where the house was mostly empty. your mother was at work and megumi was at yuji's house. it was the perfect day to relax and just stay inside.
stepdad!toji walks by your room and hears your blaring music. he doesn't mind it too much — it's background noise while he heads to the garage to work on your car (again). the check engine light seemed to always pop up on your dash like it's christmas.
by the sound coming from your room, your current obsession must be rihanna. only girl in the world? he hopes you're not singing this for some dumb schoolboy of yours :(
toji tries to tune out your singular dance party and focus on repairing your car.
for the next couple hours it's just him with your hood popped open while he listens to some rock n roll music coming from his phone.
eventually, he gets it! engine fixed, light off, and done (for now!)
toji tries to clean up any oil off him and just resigns to taking his shirt off before going back inside the main house. it's pretty damn hot today and you've seen him shirtless before anyways.
he's just about to grab a cold drink when he suddenly hears you screaming over the music.
"dad! dad, daddy!"
with no time to hesitate, toji rushes inside your room (which you conveniently forgot to lock) and is blinded by your naked body.
he thought you were in danger :(
because the music was playing loudly, you didn't even notice he came into your room :( you still had your blindfold on and your dildo perfectly sliding in and out of you while you rubbed your clit with your other hand.
"yes, daddy harder!" your thumb hit a button to make your dildo vibrate even faster inside you.
toji should've left. the second he saw you naked and weren't actually calling for him, he should have bolted. but the sight of you, all naked and pretty, pussy slick and wet (for him?) was beautiful. he instantly got hard.
the right and moral thing to do would be to leave, go back to ANY other room and forget this ever happened.
but toji isn't a moral man. he literally kills people for money for a living. what's the matter with jerking off to his pretty little stepdaughter?
with that debate settled, toji pulls out his hardening length out of his pants. he hovers at the edge of your bed, loving this show you're putting on for him.
"more daddy! more, more, more," you softly moaned to yourself, picking up the pace thrusting your dildo inside you.
toji spit in his hand and gripped his cock, matching your pace. you steadily went faster and faster, continuing to voice the cutest moans toji has ever heard.
it wasn't until you both started to get close that you said something that surprised you both.
"t-toji!" you shouted. your stepdad groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. at first he thought your 'daddy' nickname could've been fantasizing anyone, now he was certain you were thinking about him.
it didn't take much longer for you both to reach your peaks.
your legs tremble, imagining the monster that would be your step dad's cock inside of you instead of your toy. you turn up the dildo's vibration even more and not even ten seconds later, you're cumming all over it. :( "toojiiiiii!"
much to your surprise, the sight of you cumming is just what toji needed to finish. toji throws his head back when you moan his name again, fisting his cock rapidly at the sight of you. with a few violent pumps, he gets his euphoric release, sending his cum straight towards you! "fffuck," he groans.
it happened all so fast — like one of his assassin missions. one moment, your masterbating with your music blasting and your blindfold on, the next your chest is being sprayed with scalding hot cum.
it was like a fucking shower. rope after rope of hot cum suddenly sprayed you like a rogue out of control garden hose.
you tore your blindfold off and came face to dick with your stepdad.
your mouth was so dry from your earlier singing and moans that you couldn't scream. you just sit there horrified in shock, staring at your stepdad.
"don't act like you didn't want this," toji casually shrugs. "i heard you calling my name babygirl." you want to pull the covers over you to die from embarrassment. "next time you need your car fixed, i think you know how you can repay me."
with that, toji pulls his pants and boxers back on and heads toward the shower.
you're still sitting on your bed, in utter disbelief at what just happened. maybe you should leave your door unlocked more often?
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a/n: uhh sorry this was late. im trying to write more when i get motivation but it's been hard lately :(
btw to clarify let's just say toji has really good hearing (from being an assassin) to make this story work
another summer day where the house was mostly empty. your mother was at work and megumi was at yuji's house. it was the perfect day to relax and just stay inside.
stepdad!toji walks by your room and hears your blaring music. he doesn't mind it too much — it's background noise while he heads to the garage to work on your car (again). the check engine light seemed to always pop up on your dash like it's christmas.
by the sound coming from your room, your current obsession must be rihanna. only girl in the world? he hopes you're not singing this for some dumb schoolboy of yours :(
toji tries to tune out your singular dance party and focus on repairing your car.
for the next couple hours it's just him with your hood popped open while he listens to some rock n roll music coming from his phone.
eventually, he gets it! engine fixed, light off, and done (for now!)
toji tries to clean up any oil off him and just resigns to taking his shirt off before going back inside the main house. it's pretty damn hot today and you've seen him shirtless before anyways.
he's just about to grab a cold drink when he suddenly hears you screaming over the music.
"dad! dad, daddy!"
with no time to hesitate, toji rushes inside your room (which you conveniently forgot to lock) and is blinded by your naked body.
he thought you were in danger :(
because the music was playing loudly, you didn't even notice he came into your room :( you still had your blindfold on and your dildo perfectly sliding in and out of you while you rubbed your clit with your other hand.
"yes, daddy harder!" your thumb hit a button to make your dildo vibrate even faster inside you.
toji should've left. the second he saw you naked and weren't actually calling for him, he should have bolted. but the sight of you, all naked and pretty, pussy slick and wet (for him?) was beautiful. he instantly got hard.
the right and moral thing to do would be to leave, go back to ANY other room and forget this ever happened.
but toji isn't a moral man. he literally kills people for money for a living. what's the matter with jerking off to his pretty little stepdaughter?
with that debate settled, toji pulls out his hardening length out of his pants. he hovers at the edge of your bed, loving this show you're putting on for him.
"more daddy! more, more, more," you softly moaned to yourself, picking up the pace thrusting your dildo inside you.
toji spit in his hand and gripped his cock, matching your pace. you steadily went faster and faster, continuing to voice the cutest moans toji has ever heard.
it wasn't until you both started to get close that you said something that surprised you both.
"t-toji!" you shouted. your stepdad groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. at first he thought your 'daddy' nickname could've been fantasizing anyone, now he was certain you were thinking about him.
it didn't take much longer for you both to reach your peaks.
your legs tremble, imagining the monster that would be your step dad's cock inside of you instead of your toy. you turn up the dildo's vibration even more and not even ten seconds later, you're cumming all over it. :( "toojiiiiii!"
much to your surprise, the sight of you cumming is just what toji needed to finish. toji throws his head back when you moan his name again, fisting his cock rapidly at the sight of you. with a few violent pumps, he gets his euphoric release, sending his cum straight towards you! "fffuck," he groans.
it happened all so fast — like one of his assassin missions. one moment, your masterbating with your music blasting and your blindfold on, the next your chest is being sprayed with scalding hot cum.
it was like a fucking shower. rope after rope of hot cum suddenly sprayed you like a rogue out of control garden hose.
you tore your blindfold off and came face to dick with your stepdad.
your mouth was so dry from your earlier singing and moans that you couldn't scream. you just sit there horrified in shock, staring at your stepdad.
"don't act like you didn't want this," toji casually shrugs. "i heard you calling my name babygirl." you want to pull the covers over you to die from embarrassment. "next time you need your car fixed, i think you know how you can repay me."
with that, toji pulls his pants and boxers back on and heads toward the shower.
you're still sitting on your bed, in utter disbelief at what just happened. maybe you should leave your door unlocked more often?
masterlist
a/n: uhh sorry this was late. im trying to write more when i get motivation but it's been hard lately :(
btw to clarify let's just say toji has really good hearing (from being an assassin) to make this story work
