Sometimes I wish people put the same energy into caring about r*pe/SA victims or victims of ab*se of any kind like they way the put into harassing/bullying authors on tumblr for writing dark content in FICTION.
Idk why they feel obligated to interact when they know it's not their cup of tea. Harassing a real person over fiction isn't a great look like they think it is, like you're not taking a stand for something good, you're just instead coming off as an asshole to an author/reader that's already self-aware 💀
There's a pattern in people that do that too, cause they almost never read warnings/disclaimer that the author has put out ✌🏻 because if they do, their shallow minds will explode when they find out that the world isn't just black & white and that the author they were harassing doesn't actually tolerate the same content they write about in the real world cause they can understand the difference between fiction and reality.
what do u think would happen if hypothetically the hero commission trafficking ring in 7tgh was exposed? like all the csem videos and the doll programming stuff and the hero training programme that hawks and bounce boy went thru were somehow leaked? do u think anyone would see rindou and be like "wait isn't that endeavours son..."
been loving tbe series so far hehehehe
Yeah I wanna imagine it wouldnt go well and would probably cause a lot of controversy. Spoilers for part 5, but again, this is something that's planned to come up. There's definitely some question about how exposing it would be carried out, like how they'd evidence for what happened there, and if it would be ethical to leak such sensitive material. Idk if Touya would be recognizable since Touya wasn't "Touya" in the movies, she was Rindou. Touya's trans and was raised as a boy pretty young, (wow an occasional woke thing Enji did,) publicly the world only ever knew him as a boy. Rindou however was extremely feminized in the films and used a fake name for that purpose. I don't think she'd be super recognizable.
There's also the fact that the men doing the things in the videos often wore masks or their faces were blurred for production, so narrowing down who was even in the clips would be hard. It's shown in the lil memory arc in part 4, too, but the type of programming they did with Rindou caused her to create blocks in her memories, "black out" the infromation, which was why even when the league saw the memory they were unable to make out the faces of the men involved. I imagine most of the victims had that programming, so they couldn't tell anyone about it in detail or identify the abusers.
The hero training program Hawks and Bounce Boy were in though is a totally different thing, not at all connected to the film ring. That's basically the canon training program Hawks and Lady Nagnat were in. That probably also wouldn't look good coming out but that's a whole different thing.
tw: gn reader, noncon, (mention of reader having children), minor injury, drugging, victim blaming, video tapping, creampie.
your heady scent wafts through the air.
it’s taking everything in him not to take what he wants, right here, right now. his fist clenches underneath the table. he offers you a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, noticing your attention drawn to him as the conversation lulls.
you’re collarless, scent gland on display.
it’s a bit engorged. the skin raised from your impending heat. he’s never known omegas to flaunt themselves like that. not unless they wanted something to happen to them. that’s what this is, right? some little signal to him? you’ve always been so elusive. it’s hard to tell when it comes to you.
it’s starting to drive him insane, but it doesn’t matter. you’ll be his all the same.
he sits a bit closer to you, throwing his arm around the couch as he listens to you prattle on about some show he can’t be bothered to care about, not right now. not with your scent coiling in the air like that.
you smell so sweet, even to someone like him with dulled senses. it’s so much better close to the source.
when you lean into him, head knocking into his shoulder, his mouth waters. his teeth start to ache. all it would take is one bite. he’d pull you into a hug, grip your hair tight, splay the delicate line of your neck to him.
no, no, no.
not one bite. it wouldn’t last, not from someone like him. he’ll have to keep doing it, over and over and over again. make the mark stick, leave his indentation in your neck. until you never have to wear that stupid collar ever again.
you’ll bear his mark on your skin instead—the perfect necklace.
for now, he’s keep listening, keeps letting you press yourself against him, none the wiser that he has something special planned for you.
“i’ll get us something to drink,” he states abruptly, squeezing your shoulder as he departs.
he doesn’t wait for you to answer, just getting up and heading into the kitchen. he’s been here long enough that everything’s become second nature to him. he knows where the utensils are, where you keep your favorite snacks, the food you eat, nearly everything about you at this point.
that means you’re perfect for each other.
he opens the fridge, grabs the pitcher, and sets it on the counter. his hand lingers on his front pocket, on the little packet of heat inducer. it was surprisingly easy to obtain; who would’ve thought? you know a guy who knows a guy, and things just magically fall into your lap.
he tested it on himself first, of course. luckily, it didn’t do much but give him an erection that seemed to last for fucking days. he’s not leaving this shit to chance. he waited too long for you to mess this up.
he grabs two cups from the dish rack, not wanting to dawdle too long. that’ll seem suspicious, and he’s not that type of guy. he pours it into your cup, watching the white powder be absorbed by the juice.
it’s supposed to be flavorless.
hopefully, you’re not one of those people who notice everything. as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you. he’s not afraid of getting rough, but it’ll still be really unfortunate to break that illusion.
all of the work that went into carefully crafting his personality to your liking.
all down the drain.
he returns to your side, a smile on his face as he hands you the glass. “for you,” he adds, gaze lingering on your face. his fingernail scrapes down the glass as he counts down the seconds, that drag into minutes, waiting for the drug to kick in.
any day now.
and there.
he feels the exact moment you slump into him, nearly slipping your drink onto the floor. he takes it out of your hand, breath hitching from the contact. even now, just the touch of your skin against his is enough to set him off.
he sets the drink down.
that sweet smell deepens, practically pressing against his nose. his tongue swipes across blunt teeth. he wraps his arms around you, nosing against your neck as he lets out a pleased sigh.
“w-what? what did you give me?” you slur, trying and failing to push him away.
you can barely feel your fingertips. it’s like you’re watching everything happen from outside of your body. your mind’s growing all hazy with want. it feels like you’re going into heat, but that shouldn’t be possible.
you take your pills on time. you shouldn’t be due for another week at most.
it couldn’t possibly be him.
he’s supposed to your friend.
he licks a stripe up your neck, allowing you to slide down the couch. you’re rag-dolling at this point. he has to position your legs to keep you from falling off. he’d prefer to do this in your bed. just so you can remember this exact moment, every single time you fall asleep.
but he’ll accept this for now. the drug isn’t going to wear off that fast, especially not for its intended target. he paid far too much for this shit to be a dud.
you feel the exact moment his teeth sink into your scent gland. the smell of iron burns your nose. he bit down hard enough to draw blood. you want to cry, but the tears just won’t come. the only reaction you can muster is the slight hitch in your breathing.
he pulls back, just enough to look at your face. he wants to write this moment in his mind forever. you’re just so beautiful, even limp and useless. you can’t give him a proper reaction right now, but that’s alright.
you have all the time in the world. you didn’t really think he’d be alright with just having you once, did you?
his grin widens, showing off blood-stained teeth. his hand comes down to caress your cheek, trailing down to your gland. the skin is angry and bruised, teeth marks imprinted on your delicate throat. he presses his thumb into it, watching the beginning of tears well up in your eyes.
finally, a reaction.
“oh, did that hurt, darling?” he questions, tone mocking. he brings his thumb back up to his mouth, licking the blood, your blood, off his finger, reveling in the sight of your teary face.
fuck, that’s so hot.
he chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. he takes out his phone, the first photo he’s ever taken of you staring back at him as he unlocks it. he opens the camera app, the click of the shutter breaking through the noise as his library fills with more pictures of you.
“i think i’ll keep this one, and that one, and the other one,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners. “might even make it my lock screen. you’re… god, you’re just so beautiful, you know. you just… make it so hard to keep my hands to myself. honestly, i’m surprised i lasted this long.”
he sets the phone to the side for now, returning his attention to you.
“i’m gonna take reeeal good care of you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nimble fingers sliding your pants down your legs. his gaze lingers on the sight of your slick, soaked thighs. you’ve managed to make a mess of your underwear, and he hasn’t even properly touched you yet.
still, he’s a gentleman.
he’s not going to skip out on foreplay and pass up the chance of tasting you. he takes off your underwear as well, stuffing them into his pocket for safekeeping. he kneels between your legs, face hovering inches from your glistening sex.
ah, you’re so wet and all for him.
the scent of you is even better here, all musky and sweet. the flavor of your essence erupts on his taste buds as he licks a stripe up your sex, letting out an airy moan. his nails dig into your thighs as he drags you closer, arranging your legs to dangle over his shoulders.
he laps at the slick dripping from your entrance, fingers stroking the length of your arousal. it’s pulsing beneath his fingertips, throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own. you’re just as wet as he’d imagines you’d be.
the real thing is way better than the omega porn he watched. only, after he found out your designation. there’s never been a point in watching it anymore. not when he has actual material right in front of him.
he takes you into his mouth, suckling on your swollen heat. his gaze is drawn to the shaky rise and fall of your chest as he keeps sucking. yeah, you’re starting to feel it now. he squeezes your chest, rolling your pebbled nipple through your shirt.
you’re just so responsive. when he licks, your thighs start to twitch. when he sucks harshly, you let out an exhale that sounds more like a sob than anything. a sob of pleasure? yeah, that’s what it is. you want this just as much as he does. you always have. you just needed a little more… coercion.
someone like you—an omega.
you just don’t know what you actually want. that’s why you need someone like him to take control. someone who’ll fill your mind with blissful pleasure. that’s how it’s supposed to be. people like you don’t have ambitions. you don’t need to go to school or keep that shitty little job that doesn’t pay you enough.
you’re supposed to have his children, stay home and take care of them. in fact, you shouldn’t ever leave. it’s not safe. what if someone has the same idea as him? of course, they would. you’re just too enticing.
that’s why he can’t help acting this way.
it’s all your fault.
you caused all of this to happen. why else would you have invited him into your home? no, your home together, so close to your heat. allowing that sweet scent of yours to coil around him like a lover’s embrace.
you’re so coy.
acting like you don’t want this, when you’ve been throwing yourself at him this entire time.
his finger breaches your hole, two at a time. you’re so wet that his fingers slide right inside. he listens to the messy squelch of your hole, teeth biting into his lip at the lewd sight. with every push of his fingers, more of your slick drips out. if he keeps this up, you’ll stain the couch.
so naughty.
oh, it’ll be so sweet. just think about it. every time you sit down on this couch, you’ll remember just how we took care of you, ate you out, fingered you open, prepped you to receive his love.
now, that he thinks about it. what better way to remember this special moment than with a video? a photo. those are alright, but a video. he’ll have all of your cute little reactions saved in the memory of his phone. it’ll be something sweet to look back on with you. wouldn’t that be so nice?
right, sweetheart?
he pulls away for a moment, fingers glistening with your juices as he reaches for his phone. he props it up on the discarded glass, making sure the angle is right before he presses record. he takes a moment to think to himself.
he’s actually doing this. you’re finally going to become one.
the sound of him pulling down his zipper rips through the delicate moment of appreciation. he can feel the weight of your teary gaze on him and see the subtle motions of your lips mouthing out words. he doesn’t wait for an answer, merely pulling his pants and underwear down far enough to slip his dick out.
he lets out a sigh of relief. god, it feels like he’s been sporting a half chub since the moment he got here.
he climbs on top of you, bracketing you in as he strokes himself. “are you ready, love?” he murmurs, gaze filled with possessiveness and, most of all, pure love. his hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with your limp ones as he presses inside.
he lets out a satisfied sigh, feeling you tighten around the intrusion. he noses at your neck, sucking on your scent gland as he rocks against you. that sickeningly sweet scent wafts into his nose once more. it’s euphoric, better than any drug.
it’s almost enough to make him come from the thought alone, but he won’t.
no, not yet.
he has to make sure you enjoy yourself first. he might not be able to satisfy you with a knot like an alpha would, but a few orgasms should do the trick. that’s what it said online, at least. when he was doing… research.
his hand wanders back down, rubbing between the junction of your thighs. your eyes are still glazed over, face lax with a line of drool decorating your chin. mmm, you’re so sloppy. that’s what he loves about people like you. the kind who lose control during sex, making a mess all over themselves.
he starts to thrust faster, feeling himself start to leak inside you. “a-ah, yeah. you feel that, sweetie,” he murmurs against your skin. it’s like you’re trying to push him out every time he thrusts back inside you. “y-you keep making me feel that good, and i… i might just put a baby inside you. you want that too, right? a bunch of brats together? just me and you… and our kids running around the place.”
you’re not responding to his tentative touch anymore, but… that’s alright. he knows just how overwhelming things like this can be, having your first time with your soulmate.
he can’t even believe it’s happening himself.
he surges forward, lips pressing against yours for the first time. his tongue parts your lips, slipping inside your mouth as he loses himself in the taste of you. the gentle smacks of his lips pressing against yours fill the room, a backdrop to the sound of the television that’s grown long forgotten, the very moment he handed you that drink.
he continues rutting against you, keeps rubbing his fingers along the throbbing heat between your thighs as he presses your prone form further into the couch cushions.
he’s going to make you come.
he can feel it.
your body doesn’t lie, even with those deceptive tears that are spilling from your eyes. god, he wished you'd stop with the fucking theatrics. having a cock inside you can’t be that damn bad.
you’re in heat. you want this.
if he didn’t come over here. you’d probably be on your hands and knees for the first dick that appeared, begging to be knotted. if anything, he’s doing you a favor.
so, you should be grateful. grateful that he even prepped you at all. maybe you would’ve preferred he just shove his dick inside you dry. no slick to help with the intrusion.
just him.
he grits his teeth, willing away those thoughts. he just needs to focus on the feeling of your hole fluttering around him. don’t think about other people with you. he’s here with you right now. it’s his dick that’s making you feel this good.
no one else’s.
that euphoric feel that he’s been chasing catches up to him as he lets out a choked-off moan. his fingers tighten around yours, hips slowing to a still as he paints your insides white with his release.
he really did it.
he came inside you. you have his teeth marks on your neck.
something that only happened in his wet dreams that would keep him up at night.
he pulls out of you, taking the moment to admire the sight of his seed dripping out of you. now, this is something he can get used to. your beautiful face, and the sight of your freshly bred hole. he scoops back up his come, fingering it back inside your entrance.
you didn’t think really think he about your little problem, did you? he might be coming down from his high, but he still has to breed out your heat. show you that he’s way better than any of those useless alphas.
and he’s going to make sure you come again, and again, and again.
Step uncle Shane who forces himself on you and then threat you to keep secret😔
tw noncon
you stirred in your sleep gently as you woke.. the bed dipping slightly with new weight added.
"wh- shane..?"
your word coming out as a soft yawn as you register than man above you, stirring in your spot as he suddenly pins you down beneath him - your wrists clasped in one of his large hands as he holds it above your head.
"didn't think you were still awake, baby."
a short chuckle leaving him as he tugs your panties down without warning. "s'okay, guess you're just gonna have to stay quiet for me, huh?" his words a rough whisper as he invades your space.
your eyes widen slightly as you feel rough hands begin to pull your sleep shorts down, wiggling in your spot in panic as you attempt to kick him off, his hand quickly moving to your ankles as he glares at you - his grip tight like he was handling a capture deer, "don't make this harder than it needs to be, alright?" his tone leaving no room for debate as he releases your legs reluctantly.
soft sniffles leave you as he tears your panties off.. a quiet and appreciative sigh leaving him at the sight of your pussy before he bundles your torn panties up, "open." he commands, glancing towards your lips as you shake your head quickly - still trying to shove him off but he was so much bigger :(
"don't make me repeat myself.'
"shane! please-" opening your mouth to plead as he takes the opportunity to shove the fabric in your mouth to silence you. he pins you down with his body as he reaches out for the lamp sat on your bedside table, flicking it on with a soft grunt, a faint light illuminating the room and making you both see much clearly.
"wanna see this pretty pussy," sitting up as he nudges your thighs open, giving you a sharp slap to the inside as you try to close them. "don't." your cries and whimpers muffled as he groans quietly. he leans down to press a small kiss on your clit,
"fuck.. sweetheart. can't believe you've been hidin' this from youre favourite uncle."
his words muffled and soon followed by a smug grin as you flush in embarrasment.. feeling violated just by his stares as he begins to unbuckle his belt :( his hands work mockingly slow, unable to tear your eyes away as you continue to plead for him to stop,
shane continued to ignore you as he shoves down his pants and boxers, pooling them on the bed as his cock springs free. tapping it against your weeping entrance as he guides it through your folds.
you jerk at the feeling when he suddenly grabs your wrists behind your back, using his belt to secure them together with a soft huff. before his gaze turned back to your pussy..
he spits on his fingers slightly before rubbing them against your entrance, pushing one in before another.. stretching you out just enough,, "you're so wet.. makin' me wonder if you really hate this or not," teasing you quietly.
he slowly pushes his length inside of you with a groan.. tears swelling up in your eyes at the sudden stretch causing you to whine loudly against the fabric, the belt around your wrist began to mark slightly.. leaving a soft red.
"atta girl.. fuck- squeezin' me so damn tight." his eyes closing for a moment as he felt your warmth squeezing him before he pulls out, your soft whimpers breaking free as he tuts quietly, "gotta be quiet- can't have you waking up the others, hm?" taking the fabric out of your mouth, damp from your saliva as you drooled around it,
you gasped for air softly, soft tears prickling your eyes as you shake your head again, "shane- i don't wanna-"
a sharp hand landed against the side of your face, leaving a red mark in its path as he flips you over and onto your stomach. "too bad - you wanted to be a tease all fuckin' week? deal with it." before thrusting into you again.
your back arched as he grabbed your ass with one hand, the other shoving your face into the pillows as he grunted quietly. your own noises muffled as he continued to abuse your hole...
"that's it.. fuck- good girl, doin' so good.."
"not a word of this to anyone- you hear me?"
shanes rough hands slapping your ass as you squirmed at the touch, trying to pull off of him. "i'll do way worse than this, sweetheart- fuck- trust me."
We're all here playing with kinks that are, at best, only slightly problematic. I had someone I was chatting with go from us telling each other about some of the spicier scenes we've each done, to them basically telling me I should die. And it wasn't anything particularly reprehensible!
(I'm having my "fakeboy" introduce "herself" as a cis woman to the people I'm "making her" go fuck. Because it's more degrading. They said we're basically raping these people because we're not telling them that "she" isn't cis)
(preface - There some VERY OBVIOUS hard limits we should all have. There are some UNAMBIGUOUSLY NOT OKAY types of sexual content. You all know what I'm talking about. This isn't about that)
I understand that we all have our own rules for ourselves. That not everyone would be comfortable with everything. But let's use exhibitionist kinks as an example.
Are you sexually harassing the people around you if your partner controls a remote vibe while I'm out in public?
What if they make you call a friend or family member while they eat you out, and you have to keep it together?
Is it still informed consent if your tell your partner to go ask a stranger to fuck you? What if you don't tell the stranger that this no strings attached blowjob is part of a larger humiliation scene with your "owner" and they're getting off on knowing you're degrading yourself?
Your partner asks you to touch yourself to your best friend's Instagram pictures? Your partner has you go out in public in something skimpy with degrading body writing? Is rapeplay violating survivors of SA who might see you posting about it? Is Intox play unethical? Roleplaying as a fictional character your partner thinks is hot. Roleplaying as someone your partner used to date?
We're getting up on stuff because it feels fucked up. (Not the "should on everyone's hard nos list" stuff!) But Jesus Christ people, you lose the right to high road someone about the nuances of their kink scenarios when you're getting off to rape, misgendering, and dehumanizing people.
I assume everyone agrees, but like, I'm still hurt! They seemed cool and we'd been just kind of info dumping about kink to each other for days. And to get hit with something like that when I was feeling open and comfy just really fucked up my whole day and I feel so deeply unsexy now. I'll be fine, but like, what the hell?
You get high with your step-brother and things really spiral out of control.
pairing: geto suguru x reader
wc: 1.5k
contents/warnings: dark fic, 18+, step-cest, alcohol use, drug use, intoxication, noncon, non-consensual somnophilia (kind of), reader passes out, non-consensual cunnilingus, geto suguru is a bad guy, dead dove: do not eat
notes: i've been working on a full on fic for this concept but i haven't written a full fic on years so i'm just gonna upload the little snippets that are finished ig!!
credits: dividers by @/dividers-are-us
“So how come you don’t hook up with people?” Suguru asks while taking the joint from between your fingers.
You’re already a little high and still quite drunk. The two of you had just gotten back from Gojo's party when you decided to smoke a little weed. You don’t quite know how you got to this topic of conversation, how this turned into talking to your step-brother about your sex life. Or your lack of one.
“I dunno,” you start, hazy eyes fixated on the way he puts the joint between his plush lips—the one that was just between you lips— to take a deep drag. Once again you’re hit by how beautiful he is with his soft black hair, gentle amethyst eyes and perfectly sculptured face. You almost lose your track of thought, but at his waiting expression you continue, “I’m weird with sex.”
It’s a simple statement, one that doesn’t actually explain anything at all. But your marijuana riddled brain cannot come up with a better explanation.
“Weird?” He asks, mouth pulled up into an amused grin that would no doubt make you flush with embarrassment if you weren’t high.
“I just…can't, like, relax. I get so in my head over everything and then when it happens I don't really feel anything. Like, I get so overwhelmed by doing the right thing or saying the right thing. I need…”you trail off—the weed and alcohol really starting to hit you hard.
Suguru cocks his head, fox-like eyes glinting with interest and satisfaction at having his assumptions confirmed. Gentle fingers brush a strand of hair from your face and a content hum escapes your pretty throat before he asks, "What do you need?”
“I think I need someone to decide things for me, y'know?" You're mumbling, not even really registering what you're saying anymore. With glossy, unfocused eyes you mutter:"To do what they want…not let me have a choice."
He stills for a second at your response, before asking,“Is that so?”
“Hm,” you hum, not noticing the dark edge in his voice, and nuzzle further into his lap, heavy eyelids closing and your breathing evening out.
Suguru wonders if you can feel his erection, if you can feel the throbbing of much he wants you. His fingers wander down your throat, a feather-light touch and your breath hitches. The strap of you skimpy tank top has slipped down your shoulder and when you nuzzle even closer, cheek pressing against his boner, Suguru's self control snaps.
The movement is way too quick for you to follow, but suddenly he's on top of you and your eyelashes flutter open, a little surprised noise escaping your throat.
“Anything I want, hm?” He coos in your ear, hitching your leg up to settle between your thighs. A crease forms between your brows.
"Wha-" But Suguru interrupts you by pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy, sloppy thing. You’re too out of it to kiss him back properly—even if you wanted to, which you're not even sure you do—so he takes the chance to explore your mouth to his heart’s content. He licks into your mouth, practically exploring every crevice and grinds his bulge against your clothed core. When a whimper escapes your lips, he grins and rolls his hips harder against you.
Weakly your fingers dig into his arms, maybe you’re trying to get him off, maybe you're trying to hold on to something. He doesn't particularly care either way.
You're panting when his lips finally leave yours and there's a string of saliva connecting your lips.
You experience the next hours in flashes. One moment you're laying on your back, his head between your trembling thighs, white-hot pleasure building in your stomach. You're babbling incoherent nonsense while his talented mouth ruins you. His tongue assaults your clit, flicking it back and forth before sucking on it. He coos soft praises into your cunt when you start crying out, before he harshly grips your thighs and brings you to your peak. Your hips buck up, desperate to pull away from his administrations, but he doesn't let you. Tears drip down your cheek and your thighs tighten around his head before you're engulfed by darkness.
Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, clothes long gone, and your cunt is dripping slick down your ass. Your thighs are pressed to your chest, feet dangling over broad shoulders. Something hot and heavy is pressed between your folds, gliding from your entrance up to your twitchy, sensitive clit. You're moaning, back arching of the bed when something grabs your jaw. Slender fingers dig into the skin and your eyes blink open. It takes a while for your view to focus and your breath hitches when you look into Suguru's dark, hungry eyes.
"Open," he purrs.
When you do, he spits a heavy glob of saliva into your wanting mouth. As soon as it hits your tongue you moan. Your eyes flutter closed, and you swallow without being asked. It's then that the thick head of his cock catches on your entrance and he pauses. You hold your breath in anticipation. His grip on your jaw loosens, fingers gliding down to your throat before circling his fingers around it. It's not tight enough to cut off circulation, it's just there. Your inebriated, lust riddled brain doesn't flash a red warning sign, instead the threat makes you tremble.
You shriek when he starts pressing his cock into your too tight hole. It hurts in a way that makes you freeze, body coiled tight with tension. Suguru groans when you clench around his tip, your hot cunt restricting around him in desperation to push him back out. His fingers squeeze your throat once.
"Let me in," he groans between gritted teeth, pushing further into your heat. The pain is brutal, his cock to long and thick even though you're dripping wet. You whine, squirming beneath him, trying to wriggle away from the sting but Sugurus hold on your waist tightens. He stills and presses his forehead against yours.
"You gotta relax, baby," he murmurs and presses a soft kiss to your lips, "can you do that for your big brother?"
It's shameful, really, how your cunt clenches around him at the title. You whine, nodding before you hide your face in the pillow. The hand on your hip slides to your core. His thumb finds your clit, and you gasp at the touch. He circles around it gently, nose nudging at your jaw. Willing, you turn your head and then his hot lips are on yours again, swallowing your pitchy moans and your cunt finally starts to give.
It's still a tight fit, your scorching, dripping walls attempting to stretch and stretch and stretch. There's still a feeling of discomfort, but with his thumb on your clit and his tongue in your mouth it morphs into something else. Pain and desire start intertwining, every new inch stretching you open is accompanied by a spark of pleasure. The feelings start to amplify each other.
When he's finally sheathed all the way inside, his tip plugged neatly against your cervix, you almost choke. Your thighs are trembling, your cunt clenching so tight around him like she never wants him to leave, like she wants to milk him dry. You've never felt this full before, it's like he's all the way in your throat. He's now forever carved inside of you, created this cavern only he can fill. Your breath comes out strangled and above you Suguru is groaning, gritting out profanities at your tight heat. For a couple seconds the two of you just try to breathe through the intensity of it all. It lulls you into a feeling of safety, like the hardest part is now over. But you couldn't have been more wrong.
You don't even have time to mourn the loss of his cock because he's already thrusting back inside of you, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs. There's nothing gentle about the way he's taking you apart. It's rough, animalistic, like he's lost all control. He's panting against your open mouth and the grip around your throat tightens. High pitched cries escape your dry throat, the noises almost drowned out by the sound of him plunging into you, by the noises of your sopping wet cunt.
When he starts angling his thrust upwards, to find that spongy spot inside of you, you start mewling. Your fingers find his neck, nails digging into the skin and your whole body spasms when he locates it, the pleasure so agonizing it feels like a punishment. It feels like an assault, the way he's attacking that that spot over and over while your cries grow louder.
The orgasm hits you like a freight train. It feels almost violent, your cunt threatening to cut off his dick with how hard she's clamping around him while your back arches off the bed. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you're sobbing. Wet, little hiccups escape your bitten lips while you're shaking. Your step-brother stays inside of you, your walls constricting around him, while he whispers little praises into your ear and pressing soft kisses to your wet cheeks. Exhaustion starts settling into your aching limbs and before you know it you're enveloped by blackness once again.
How old were Toga and Dabi when they met pre 7tgh, how long was Dabi with the pimp before she came along? When they joined the league together, did he have the same thing of 'can't believe you'd let this psycho in' - like, being close to her but thinking her flighty and unsuitable for something like this? How did Giran pitch the league to them and did he miss their presence? I love their whole friendship and Toga being caring and protective and Dabi accepting her and offering himself up to her (internal shame x low self worth I guess), they're so Let The Right One In
Omg you're right they ARE so Let The Right One In. I always thought about an au with them and that movie <33
I go over their backstory timelines in the strawpage, so this information is there too. Himiko ran into Dabi soon after she ended up on the street after she attacked that kid. She was around 13/14 and he was about 19. Timelines are different in this au than they are in canon, so basically it went-
Touya was thrown out of the lab at around 18/19 in this au, (instead of running away from the facility at 16)
He met Swifty Slim the pimp guy within a few months of being on his own, and Swift befriended him, kinda coerced him into a relationship, and then began pimping him out within the span of a few months. Touya was, like, hella naive and didn't know how the streets worked, how friends worked, or that Swift had fucked up intentions so he was manipulated into shit really quickly. There's a sidefic about this I've yet to finish.
Himiko attacked her classmate when she was 13, turning 14, and ran away. She laid low for a few months trying to avoid cops and such because she was afraid she'd get sent back to the psych ward. So she hung out in areas she knew cops wouldn't go, like the "bad" side of town and tried to blend in.
Swift and his buddies often picked up randoms off the street to pimp out. Some of them he manipulated into shit like he did with Dabi, others they just grabbed up and forced into it. Sometimes Swift was an asshole and made Dabi get involved in picking up people, like asking him if he noticed any new faces on the streets he usually worked on and then would kinda have him keep an eye out for people that would be good picks, or asked his opinion about randoms they saw. I like to think Swift saw Himiko at some point and was like "oh Dabi what do you think about her? You know her at all?" And she'd, like, said hi to him one time and he has problems so he's like "oh yeah she's nice I think." Then Swift snatched her.
By the time their pimp and his buddies brought Himiko into it, Dabi already had an established thing with Swift, was living with him and "in a relationship" with him, and Swift had made him dependent via getting him hooked on drugs and coercing him into staying around bc he "owed him a lot for taking him in off the streets and buying him food and medical supplies and stuff." So it had been at least six months that Dabi had been with Swift when Himiko ended up there.
Himiko would've hightailed it out the first chance she got if she wasn't 1) afraid of what these guys would do if they caught her, and 2) deeply concerned by the relationship Dabi had with their pimp and worried he'd hurt Dabi if she left. So she spent a good while trying to convince Dabi to run off with her but he was, like, thoroughly convinced staying with their pimp was the best option. There's a sidefic with this too.
I imagine they stayed there with Swift for a couple years, until they met Giran, who was a, for lack of a better word, colleague of Swifty Slim since Swift also dealt in drugs and weapons and Giran came to him for supplies. He noticed the shit going on with Himiko and Dabi, since they were both staying with Slim and clearly being abused. So he bought time with them a few times to get a better understanding of their situation and then basically offered them to stay with him instead, and he'd pay off the "debts" Swift said they'd owed him.
It took some convincing, especially with Himiko because she didn't really trust he had good intentions either. But eventually they went with him, he kinda bought their contracts off of Swift and then let them crash at his place like "hey btw you guys don't gotta do that anymore if you want, but if you do I can help you do that more safely and I'll be fair about it."
Himiko would've been around 15 or turning 16, and Dabi would've been like, 21 ish.
They stayed with Giran, and later Jin, until they were recruited into the league because they'd gotten into Stain's whole thing, and Dabi decided then he wanted to do something about Endeavor.
I like to think Dabi was okay with Himiko joining UP UNTIL they had the meeting and Dabi saw Shigaraki and Kurogiri and realized what the league actually was, and that all of this was connected to All For One, and Lowkey started freaking out internally at the idea of All For One, Ujiko, or Shigaraki having access to Toga and hurting her, so he tried to sabotage her attempt at joining by being like "omg you don't wanna let this CRAZY GIRL in she's A PSYCHO!!" Bc he's willing to put up with whatever when it came down to it, but he didn't want anything to happen to Toga. Which was kinda fucked up of him ngl.
Toga was hella confused he said that about her though, especially since he refused to tell her why he tried to sabotage her attempt at joining. Cue her glaring daggers at him as they walked back like "wtf was that?" And he wouldn't actually tell her so he's just "*sad puppy eyes* sowry 😔" and then he let her drink his blood and fuck him 🙂↕️
