Synopsis : You moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around. but with four insanely hot men under same roof, it didn’t take long before things got messy. now you’re cockwarming nanami at midnight, riding gojo in the shower, bent over for geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by toji. college? peace? who needs it when you’re getting dicked down for good?
A/N : this fic is very smut-heavy and most chapters contain multiple smut scenes. if that’s not something you’re comfortable reading, please feel free to skip this one *.✧
Me and my tgirl moots need to pick one of you needy sluts and fulfill your fantasies of getting used by a huge group of perverted trans girls ^_^ I'd be nervous if I were you. Are you sure you can take all of those dirty things you post about on your blog?
okay i had a vision bcus i was thinking about willmack omegaverse (like one does)
*deep breath*
and than i was like omg like mack would be so needy during his heat, like he would want every one of his holes filled.
And than i was like, no matter how hard will tried he just wouldnt be able to put as much effort into fucking every hole at the same time (yk fingers from one hand in macks mouth, the other hand in his pussy, and dick in his other hole)
n knee ways so he'd be like "fuck i need to make sure my omega gets everything he wants no matter what."
*taps mic* still with me?
so obviously he calls in reinforcements, except it has to be guys he trusts. Guys he knows won't try to steal his omega away or be better in bed than him, etc etc.
So clearly the only choice he has is to call up Gabe and Ryan
Fast forward to Mack being blissfully full and content (finally)
Oh. My. God. The way I’d read the fuck out of this. Do I write a full one shot? Do I add it to me list guys??? Would yall read this?
Synopsis: Since your youth as a lonely, bullied kid, you learned how to summon demons, and have been using it for your entire childhood to summon a creature "too ancient" for a name. A fateful night in your college dorm, you make a mistake and things escalate.
CW: Dubious consent, demons and sorcery, mental invasion, eldritch horror.
Reader: Reader's gender and genitals are feminine.
Special Warning: Still figuring out that X Reader thing! This is also a short fic that I wrote while working on a much longer one, stay around if you want to catch chapter one when I post it 🖤
As a kid, you were never the best at making friends. Too weird, a little too loud, lonely. You got bullied a lot. But you became pretty good at summoning.
You found the Tome in a ruin somewhere in the forest, an old house filled with bugs and spiders and centipedes. It was easier to face the creepy crawlies than your peers.
The knowledge contained within those pages gave you headaches at first. It felt like it poured itself into your mind on its own, wanted a place inside of your thoughts. Names, rituals, furnitures. A few hundreds of demons with various powers. But one drew you in more than the others: a stray sheet of paper, with no name, only a ritual. "Summon if you need a friend" said a scribble in purple pencil.
Your first attempts were fruitless. Soon enough, though, you got the nameless demon through. It didn't look like anything at first, it hurt to even try to make sense of it. Not invisible, but incomprehensible, a feeling more than an image. It didn't talk, but you did. You talked a lot, like you were writing in a diary. At least twice a week, you would push your rug to the side, draw the circle, drip some of your blood in a ceramic bowl and light the candles. Then you talked. About school, about your parents, about your grades, about your bullies.
As time passed, it learned to reply, though it never made a noise. Instead, you just found stray, foreign thoughts in your own head. “Language is difficult,” it had explained, “It doesn’t come to me naturally, but I like learning.” That motivated you somehow and you started reading books to it. After a while, it started helping you with your math homework. “Math is easy,” it said, “It’s in the nature of everything. Shapes, numbers, functions.” You started shining among your peers. Your grades improved, your mood got better and it kept changing.
From an incomprehensible something, it turned into a shadow hanging in the air, then took the shape of a human silhouette with glowing eyes. By the time you got into college, it looked like your perfect twin. It shared every single one of your features, except for its eyes: iris-less expanses that glowed a color you couldn’t quite name.
Hiding your demon summoning from your roommate required some concessions: you had to wait until she got to sleep, talk in whispers, keep in your laughter, stay on the lookout for any signs of her waking up. Fortunately, you had separate rooms so you still could work your little magic if you were careful.
One night, however, you got completely drunk, barely making your way back to the apartment after flirting with a cute classmate for hours. Your mind was too fuzzy, your body too comfortable. You drew the circle, spilled the blood, lit the candles. And you forgot the binding symbols.
Your eyes opened wide when it walked over the ritual circle. Your breath hitched when it approached you. A gasp made its way through your lips as you backed into the wall. Another when it reached for you, its touch electric.
The Tome had been very specific: never summon a demon without binding it. It repeated it profusely, the various scribbles and notes of previous users warned against the incredible dangers of unprotected summoning. But you forgot. And now the demon you forged was pressing its body against yours, pinning you with your own appearance, and making its way into your head.
Your mind was quickly invaded by a pour of white noise that drowned out any coherent thought that hadn’t been already dulled by booze. It wasn’t painful, however, in fact, if anything, it was overwhelmingly good. You almost couldn’t feel its lips kissing your neck, followed by the much clearer sensation of its teeth nipping at your skin.
Its hands were quick to find just the right spots, just the right way to touch you. It was like it knew you inside and out, as well if not better than you knew yourself. Hips bucking with its hand up your skirt and teasing at the hem of your panties, you gasped out a “Why?”
“You let me out,” it told you, “I want to thank you.”
The terror of what consequences could follow were carefully minced apart by the demon’s hand. Its lips, its fingers, its teeth, its stray thoughts, all working together to break you down. Finally letting out a moan muffled by a deep, passionate kiss, you relented.
Its presence was everywhere in the room, everywhere against you, not just bound to its physical body. It was a constant buzzing, electric sensation that shifted over your entire skin, even through your clothes. It didn’t even need to undress you to make your toes start to curl.
Suddenly, you realized you were lying on your bed, your panties around an ankle, as if the last two minutes had slipped by. Stolen time. Something that looked exactly like you slowly made its way up your thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. Another copy of your body held your head in its hands to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, stealing your breath with its lips.
When that tongue finally pressed against your clit, it knew exactly what to do. It was in your own mind, your own thoughts and desires betraying you, telling it what you wanted, what made you tick. Next were its fingers, playing you better than you ever did, more ambitious, with this electrifying touch that quickly turned you into a moaning, whimpering mess. It hadn’t left a single space left in your brain to think about the thin walls, about your roommate, or even about the neighboring apartments.
It made you cum again and again, every time coming back with more hands, more mouths, more tongues. By the end, you were surrounded by half a dozen or so of your own doppelgangers, hushing you and caressing you back down to earth. The buzzing in your mind slowed down, the one against your skin retreated to only the vague feeling of some invisible presence.
When you could finally make words, you asked it what it was going to do now, the words barely making their way out of your lips. The prospects of it being let free on the world was terrifying. You never imagined how powerful this creature could be. The extent of its abilities was still out of grasp.
“I was thinking about moving in,” it replied, “If you don’t mind.”
You moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around like a shared secret. But with four insanely hot men in one apartment— Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Nanami—it didn’t take long before things get messy. Now you’re cockwarming Nanami at midnight, riding Gojo in the shower, bent over for Geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by Toji. College? Peace? Who needs it when you’re getting ruined nightly?
A/N: a reminder that Room for one more is a no-limits smut-heavy fic—it’s only going to get more intense and darker, please check CWs and only read if you’re comfortable with that kind of content .
