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Don’t Scream - Ghostface

Pairings: Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Slight Degradation, Dirty talk, Oral (f! receiving), mentions of murder/breaking in entry, swearing, 18+ reader 

Summary: your family is away for the weekend your secret admirer, Ghostface, decides to make a move on you, 

Word Count: 5.1k (5,122)

A/N: Mmmm this is my first post on tumblr and I’ve posted fanfic and stuff on wattpad before so this is not my first fanfic. This was an idea that I had come up with in honor of Halloween so I actually finished writing this on October 31st. My friend had inspired me to write this because of the new Ghostface tik tok voice thingy. If anybody has any recommendations feel free to leave them but if you do just know that it may take a while for me to get around to doing them because I have a lot of request by friends and etc. Enjoy this I guess lol…

You said goodbye to your parents and your younger brother as they left for the weekend. They were going to visit your grandparents, sadly you couldn’t go because you had work and exams to prepare for. Thus leaving you busy and alone at home, your parents trusted you to stay home by yourself for a long period of time like this. They knew you were very capable and knew how to be responsible and take care of yourself. Your mom left you $100 just in case you needed anything only for an emergency though. 

Standing by the window you waved goodbye to your family, “bye,” you murmured to yourself as you watched the car pull out of the driveway. You sat back down at the coffee table on the floor continuing your work and listening to music. You enjoyed having the house to yourself it gave you peace of mind, making you feel productive. 

You breezed through half of your work feeling accomplished, deciding to take a break you walked into the kitchen seeing the money your mom left you on the counter. Two fifty dollar bills, grabbing it you settled that you were going to order a medium-sized pepperoni pizza. Even if you didn’t finish the whole thing you’d have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Picking up your phone you ordered the pizza which would be here in 20 minutes tops. 

A short while later the pizza had arrived, “That’ll be $10.50,” you handed the pizza deliverer the money. “Thank you,” you said while closing the door behind you quickly, it was pretty chilly outside and you were only wearing shorts and a shirt. Sitting down on the couch you turned on the tv catching up on episodes of a show you started but never got to finish. Not even a few minutes later you saw your phone screen light up with your friends’ name, “Heyy,” you said while still focusing on the television. 

“Hey, what are you doing? I had nothing else to do so I called you.” 

“I’m eating pizza and watching TV, I was studying and just doing some work but I am taking a break, it’s really quiet here,” you said. 

“Oh yeah, your family isn’t home right?”

“Yeah they’ll be gone for the weekend so I am all by my lonesome but I’m enjoying it so far, I don’t know how I feel about sleeping in this house by myself though.” You looked around the room as if someone was there looking at you. “You’ll be fine you can call me if anything,” before you could reply your call was interrupted with another call coming in. It wasn’t a number you recognized either not thinking of it you hung up. “Sorry, we were cut off some random number was calling me. Anyways thanks, next time you should sleep over my parents trust me.” You adjusted your position. “Yes! Sleepover,” your friend was overly excited. 

“Okay, so anyways I was thinking that-,” you were then cut off by another phone call…the same number. Maybe the person had the wrong number you thought, so you picked it up. “Hello? Whoever this is you may have the wrong number…” you trailed off. The line went silent for a second. “Oh no I have the right number and the right person, I just want to have a little fun with you,” your face flushed pale as to who this was and what they could want with you, the robotic weird sounding voice on the other side of the phone sounded creepy and menacing. 

The hair on your arms and neck rose your throat going dry, “Is this a prank call? Because this isn’t funny.” You tried to play it off that you weren’t even a tad bit scared. “No sweetheart this isn’t a prank call, why are you scared? Your voice seems a little shaky,” you could hear his smirk from the other end. “Fuck you!” And with that, you hung up the phone. Your friend was still on the line seeming worried at the sudden disconnection, “y/n what happened?! Are you okay you seem pale,” you shook your head. “No no no I’m fine it was just that person that called me on that number before…it was weird but let’s just please push that aside.” You both continued with your conversation as if nothing happened. 

Not even a few minutes later the number appears on your screen once again, “What the fuck.” You sat up with a look of annoyance on your face. Picking up the phone once again you were getting pissed off at this point. “What do you want please stop calling me,” you spoke in an annoyed tone. “Don’t think I can do that…so I think you should listen because if you hang up the phone one more time I’m gonna slit your fucking throat.” Your eyes widened at his comment your mouth went dry, he spoke in a calm eerie voice. You couldn’t tell if this was a joke anymore but this is something you didn’t want to take lightly. “Mmm seems like you want to hear what I have to say now, good girl.” Your whole body tingled all over at the pet name, trying to shake off the feeling you focused and listened to what he had to say.

“You see usually I just kill my so-called victims if that’s what you want to call them, but you, I’ve had my eye on you for a while and I don’t want to kill you I want to keep you around as my little plaything, so if you don’t want to die I suggest you cooperate.” You’re breathing became shallow. 

“Do you understand? Y/n?” The air in the room suddenly felt like it was compressed it was as if all the wind had been knocked out of you. How did he know your name? “How do you know my name?…” he slightly laughed. “I don’t think that matters right now does y/n? Pretty name for a pretty girl it suits you. But right now how about you text your friend and tell them something came up but it’s nothing to worry about and you’ll call them in the morning.” Not wasting any time you shakily sent the message waiting for his next demand. 

“Good girl now for this last step and it’s very simple, close your eyes…I’ll tell you when to open them.” You closed your eyes tears threatening to spill from them as you were ridden with fear. You couldn’t even think straight. The constant thought of “am I gonna die?” ran through your mind like a broken record. The sound of the TV in the background tuning it out like static. Before you could even take another breath you felt a large clothed hand wrap around your mouth and another hand snake across your body holding you close by your waist. 

“Don’t scream,” you heard a low voice talking into your ear. Your whole body began shaking all over your heart pumping as if it was about to come out of your chest. You began whimpering and breathing heavily into the hand that covered your mouth. “Relax I’m not gonna hurt you unless…” You felt something cold drag across your cheek down towards your throat. A knife. “I have to but we don’t want that do we?” You shook your head no. “Now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth if you try anything you know what happens, you can open your eyes too,” you nodded.

His hand slipped away from your mouth, opening your watery eyes you were faced with a guy in a mask. He wore all black, a robe, and black boots, the white of his mask sticking out among the whole outfit. He was nicely built but sort of lean and he was tall maybe 5’11 or 6’0, taller than you though. He walked closer to you kneeling down towards your height, his raised his hand towards your face wiping the tears from around your eyes. “You look pretty when you cry but I rather see you cry from other things,” he snickered as your face became flustered at the thought of his comment. 

“So y/n do you have a boyfriend or anything, by the look of it I’d say no,” he asked nonchalantly. What was that supposed to mean you thought…by the look of it? You shook your head no while looking down at both of your feet. “Mmm I like the sound of that,” it was difficult to stare at him not only because he was a murderer, he was wearing a mask and there were no eyes to make eye contact with. “You know you can relax around me, just because I’m a murderer doesn’t mean I’m not a person. I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.” 

“Yeah he’s a person but he still has killed people and how many people has he said that too before,” you thought. 

“You don’t trust me do you?, well it seems I’m going to have to gain your trust in a short period.” You furrowed your eyebrows wondering how he was going to get you to trust him. “First things first whenever I ask you a question you have to reply with words got it?” You looked at him with low eyes, “Yes,” you murmured out. “Good, so what do you like to do for fun y/n?” you watched him as he sat down next to you on the sofa waiting for your reply to his question. “Uh I like to read and draw and hang out with my friends and stuff I also write, but it honestly determines what you consider fun so…” you trailed off waiting for his witty reply. “True, I like reading as well and movies…scary movies or horror movies,” he chuckled. “What kind of books do you like to read?” he leaned back into the sofa making himself comfortable as if he was at home. “I like the usual romance book but I also really enjoy thrillers and mystery books like stuff with kidnappings or murder and poetry books,” he laughed at your response. “You like murder books interesting well then I guess you should be enjoying our little interaction right now huh?” you rolled your eyes at his snarky comment. “I saw that little eye roll is someone loosening up,” you rolled your eyes again this time you asked him a question. “So what do you like to do for fun besides killing people and bothering me,” he turned his head out of curiosity with a possible expression of shock on his face at your sudden question, if you could see his face. “Ooo now I’m being interrogated, well besides being a murderer I enjoy reading as I said before and something else we share in common is drawing…yes I have talent besides getting away with murder,” you smirked at his attempt of making a joke. “Well if you can draw as good as you say you can then draw me something,” you said. He hummed in response. 

Looking around the coffee table he saw your sketchpad that lay slightly hidden under all of the schoolwork. Grabbing the sketchbook he grabbed your mechanical pencil as well. He opened the sketchbook upon an empty page, “okay look at me I am going to draw your gorgeous face,” your face heated up at his compliment he was too into drawing already to notice. You watched him as he looked up at you from time to time sketching your face, you didn’t dare to look at his work until he was done. You wanted to be surprised. 

Were you warming up to a serial killer? 

15 minutes had passed and he was still working on his drawing. He was focused on it and was even getting closer looks at your face to add small details. “Okay, I am done.” He held the sketchpad to his chest then slowly turned it to reveal it to you. “Oh wow,” you stared at the drawing in awe. It looked exactly like you, every detail from the eye creases to the shape of your hair, it was phenomenal. “This is beautiful…” your words trailed off. Taking the drawing away from his hands you held it close to you looking at every part of it. He watched you fall in love with the sketch and chuckled causing you to look up at him. “Can I keep it?” You asked staring at him. His face blushed under his mask at your adoration, “Of course let me just…” he picked up the pencil signing his name at the bottom. Ghostface.

“Hmm Ghostface? I like it,” you weirdly enjoyed the comfort he gave you. “It wouldn’t be fair to have you just draw something for me and not let me return the gesture. Okay, now you look at me.” You quickly sketched something across your page only having the sketch take a few minutes to draw since there wasn’t much to sketch anyways. “Ok look,” you moved closer to him the heat from your body radiating off on him. “Do you like it?” He hummed. You looked at his face wanting to see what he looked like and what expression he was making. “Can I keep it as well?” You nodded putting your signature on the paper.

“Here,” you handed him the drawing watching him fold it and slip it in his pocket. You went back to admiring his drawing of you tracing your fingers lightly on the piece of art. “Do you really like it that much,” he leaned forward moving directly next to you, bodies touching each other that you could envelop each other in a hug. He put his arm around the back of the couch waiting for you to lean back into the couch to pull you even closer to him. He watched your little shorts ride up your thigh and your hardened nipples through your T-shirt. “Yeah I love it, it’s amazing,” you smiled looking at him then turning back around. His heart did backflips looking at your smile. He just wanted to grab you and have his way with you. He wanted to do so many bad things to you. 

You leaned into him trying to show him something, “I love how you did your shading especially with the tiny details,” you pointed showing him what you were talking about specifically. He wrapped his arm around your back using his hand to point out his detailing, you became flustered at this position and how close the both of you were to each other. You looked up at him from time to time as he spoke, he closed off his explanation waiting for you to ask something else. With nothing else to say you just stared at the drawing some more he looked at you and down at both of your bodies. 

“Y/n look at me,” you turned and looked at him out of curiosity. He studied your face his eyes working their way down to your lips, “Close your eyes, do you trust me?” You nodded yes closing your eyes along with your reply. You heard some slight shuffling noises, feeling his hand on your jawline moving his fingers across your face. You felt his thumb reach your lips moving his finger back and forth against your lower lip. Before you could say anything you felt two warm lips on yours, gasping you felt his tongue enter your mouth. His hands made their way from your face down to your body grabbing your hips pulling you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around him with your eyes still closed. His hands grabbed your ass sliding his hands up your shorts, your lips still connected your hips involuntary moving against him. “Fuck,” he groaned into the kiss as your movements made him hard. 

Removing his hands from your ass he slid them up your shirt grabbing both of your breast squeezing and flicking your nipples. “Shit, please keep doing that,” you whimpered against his mouth, you broke the kiss putting your head in the nape of his neck grinding your hips against his dick. The both of you groaned nonstop, his hands now moving to the hem of your shirt tugging at it signaling for you to take it off. Sitting up you grabbed the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head he watched your breast bounce, his hands moved up and down your bare skin cupping your breast. “So soft,” he looked to the side seeing a tie lay on top of the couch he stretched out his arm grabbing it. “Whose tie is this,” he asked looking up at you, your eyes still closed. “It’s probably my dad’s, why?” He looked at the tie. 

“Come here, I’m gonna tie it around your eyes,” you leaned downwards your bare chest touching his chest. You felt his arms go around your head the tie wrapping around your eyes now not being able to see anything. “I can’t have you see my face but you can’t keep your eyes closed like this the whole time,” you wanted to see his face but that’s one thing he couldn’t trust you with. “Is it too tight?” You shook your head. “Good come here, sit up,” you sat up leaning forward slightly with your hands on his chest. You couldn’t see anything waiting for what he was gonna do. Suddenly you felt his hands on your lower back his lips kissing up your chest latching his mouth onto your left breast. Your back arched as you moaned quietly but loud enough for him to hear, he hummed hearing you moan. His hand moved down in between your legs slipping his hand in your shorts pushing your panties to the side, you felt the leather of his gloves touch you. You gasped at the sudden contact his thumb touched your swollen clit, he had barely touched you and you were already coming undone. “M-maybe you should take off your gloves so you can-,” he removed his mouth from your now swollen nipple and chuckled deeply cutting you off. “So what? So I can finger you? Huh?” you whimpered not wanting to respond, “Come on sweetheart tell me what you need,” you rode your hips into his thumb, the nickname making you wetter. “Finger me…” you spoke hoarsely. “Say please,” he spoke teasingly. “Please,” you said softly rolling your hips biting your bottom lip. He watched you do that little move groaning, “Fuck you’re so hot,” he talked lowly. 

He removed his hand from in between your legs, looking at the wetness on his glove. “Your so wet, I wish you could see this,” you rolled your eyes under the makeshift blindfold knowing that he wouldn’t let you see anything. He took off his gloves throwing them onto the coffee table, “Take off your shorts and panties,” you obeyed his order blindly slipping off your bottoms tossing them on the floor now standing completely naked in front of him. “Lay back on the sofa gorgeous, legs spread,” he watched you lay down on the couch your stomach going up and down, your thighs beginning to close because you knew he was staring at you, “Don’t be shy keep them open, I haven’t had a taste,” your cheeks burned red. He grabbed your thighs pecking kisses along them, sucking hickeys into your thighs leaving a trail. 

His fingers made their way up to your pussy, he swirled his fingers around in your juices collecting it around his fingers as if he was painting, your mewling just made him want to tease you more. “So wet…” he was mesmerized between your legs, he slowly pushed a finger inside of you causing your legs to tense up. He added another finger pushing them in and out slowly, “Are you going to cum already?” He felt you tighten around him. He laid his tongue flat on your clit while continuing to finger you, his tongue moved quickly against your clit pushing you to cum. “Come on pretty girl cum on my tongue,” he murmured against your clit. Shockwaves moved through your body as you felt a coil in your stomach about to snap, your words got caught in your throat but he already knew what you were thinking. Your hips jerked forward, you’re toes curling, “I’m cumming!” you shrieked he moved his fingers faster overstimulating your climax. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he moaned against you sending vibrations up the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck me…please,” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, now in between your legs. “I want you to beg for it, like the pretty whore you are,” you whimpered at his words. “Fuck me, please fuck me,” you attempted to roll your hips against him. “Mmm not good enough, say ‘fuck me please Ghostface like a slut, fuck my wet cunt’,” he spoke in a deadly serious tone waiting for you to repeat his words. “fuck me please Ghostface like a slut fuck my wet cunt please,” the desperate words spilled from your mouth as you pleaded with him. “Come on then, ride me, pretty girl,” he stood up swiftly pulling down his pants along with his underwear, his dick sprung out. Now sitting down next to you on the couch he patted his hand down on the space next to you telling you to come. You listened to the sound, “Come here on my lap,” you crawled on your hands and knees from your position on the sofa next to him, feeling out for him you felt his hand grab your wrists rubbing the skin softly with his thumbs. He guided you to his lap feeling the bareness of each other’s body, the heat and wetness of your pussy touched his thigh, he cursed under his breath at the feeling and the sight of you. “Are you ready sweetheart,” you hummed in response as he stroked his dick up and down. 

“Lift up a little bit and move closer to me,” you followed his instructions your pussy now hovering over his cock. Your breath became deeper at the anticipation, “Bring your hips down,” you slowly brought your hips down feeling the tip of his cock press into your entrance. You splayed your hands on his chest on you felt yourself sink onto his cock you winced as you felt him fully enter you. “Fuck you’re tight, I can feel you squeezing me. So hot and wet inside I have to move,” he moved at a slow pace watching his cock move in and out of you, the wetness from your cunt collecting on his cock. He groaned watching as you ground your hips into him. You were in ecstasy, “Harder, deeper,” you chocked out waiting for him to fulfill your wish. He grunted deeply, snapping his hips into you as you squealed moaning louder. He pounded his cock into you, your moans becoming louder and louder, “Mmmm you’re so filthy, you like fucking a serial killer don’t you?” you mewled not being able to form words you were being fucked dumb not being able to think straight. “I-I’m cu-,” you were cut off by your orgasm washing over you practically screaming, “Fuck your squirting all on my dick,” he continued to relentlessly pound into you watching your juices spill all over him. Using one of his hands to rub your clit causing you to fall forward into his chest, “I’m gonna cum soon shit,” he muttered out. 

 “Don’t ruin the sofa.”

 “I guess I’ll just have to cum inside of you then,” he smirked at you letting out a small squeak his strokes and thrust becoming deeper. Feeling as if he was hitting your cervix. He smacked your ass repeatedly making sure to leave handprints. “Your mine now, all for me nobody else. I’ll come sneak into your room and fuck you like a whore while your family sleeps huh? You like the sound of that don’t you? I can feel you squeezing me tighter and tighter. Y/n’s family doesn’t know their sweet little perfect daughter is being fucked by a serial killer and that she’s a little slut.” he laughed as you were too fucked out to even respond. “Gonna fuck a baby into you for good measure, so if I ever get caught you’ll have something to remember me by. If you don’t get pregnant from this I’ll fuck you countlessly until you do. Imagine a little baby in your tummy your belly swelling up and your tits getting bigger filling with milk,” His cock twitched at the thought. You sat there taking everything he said letting out small moans your body trembling all over at the sensitivity. 

“I’m cumming,” his thrust became sloppy throwing his head back pushing you up and down on him. You felt hot spurts of liquid fill you up groaning at the feeling, “You feel so good I don’t want to leave from inside of you, fuck your dripping everywhere.” You laid your head in the crook of his neck, “I can’t move, I don’t think I can walk so sore,” your voice cracked and muffled as you spoke into his neck. “I’m sorry sweetheart but you were so good for me, too good,” he heartedly chuckled. 

“I can’t believe you cummed in me what happens if I do get pregnant, is a murderer going to take care of my baby?” He sucked his teeth at your snarky question. “Yes I would take care of our baby,” he said putting the emphasis on ‘our’. You sucked your teeth as well. 

“So now what you fuck me then leave, make your escape?” He looked down at you, “Well I can lay here with you for a little while maybe until you fall asleep then I’ll make my escape but you know I wasn’t kidding when I said your mine and I’ll sneak into your room like the pervert I am,” he snickered. “Very funny. Can’t believe I just had sex with you a murderer fuck what am I going to say if my parents see these marks on my body,” he rubbed your back and kissed down your neck, “Relax just live in the moment everything will be fine,” you sat up now facing him you hoped, “Will it? I can’t even see you right now I don’t know who you are—“ you were then cut off by a loud crack of thunder which caused you to jump slightly in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked sincerely. “Yeah, it just startled me,” you huffed out, he looked at you and the slight annoyance on your face. “Come on get up so I can get dressed and so you can take off the blindfold,” you shuffled off of him listening to the sounds of him getting dressed. “Fuck you need to clean up your spilling cum everywhere. I’ll get you a washcloth and some clothes. Stay right there, you can take off the blindfold by the way.” You heard him walk away his footsteps receding up the stairs. Reaching behind your head you undid the blindfold pulling it down from your face, looking up your eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light. You looked around to see that everything was a tad bit messy and you had to clean up before your family came home on Sunday. Then looking down in between your legs you saw the mess he was talking about, in the end, you couldn’t even keep the sofa clean. You examined your body through your phone camera, looking at the marks on your thighs the hickies and bite marks, the redness on your hips, and the purple and blue marks forming on your neck and tits. Turning your phone off you heard footsteps you looked up and saw him walking towards you, he was holding a fresh pair of clothes and a damp washcloth. He stood in front of you setting the clothes to the side, sitting next to you he motioned his hand for you to come here. “Come on let me clean you up especially since I know you’ll be too tired to do so,” you moved closer to him lying back on the couch. You felt the warm damp washcloth go up your legs in between your thighs, he wiped all of the juices that had come out of you gently wiping your clit which made you quiver a few times. He then wiped your chest and anywhere else you wanted, “Okay I’m done, here put this on,” he handed you a small pile of fresh clothes.

You quickly slipped on the clothes, it was a baggy shirt, underwear, and sweatpants, “I picked out sweatpants because it’s gonna get colder tonight and you were wearing tiny shorts and a thin shirt before, and this will probably stop the urge for me to fuck you again.” You chuckled looking at him, moving closer you leaned against him, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer into him. “Thank you for cleaning me up and for the sex,” you both smiled. “So when am I going to see you again?” His gloved hand rubbed your thigh, “Soon maybe tomorrow or the day after that. Are you gonna watch me on the tv?” He smirked looking at you and your pretty face you smiled at him and nodded biting your lips. He kinda became hard again looking at your face, your lips were swollen and puffy, your eyes were slightly closed and looked blissed-out, your neck had marks all over it. “Fuck y/n close your eyes just for a minute,” you didn’t ask any questions just closed your eyes. He took off his mask grabbing your face. Moving in your lips brushed against his, you kissed him gently at first. He groaned lowly slipping his tongue in your mouth, your body melting into his. Your tongues swirling around each other, he sucked on your bottom lip ending the make-out session sensually. He put his mask back on, “I just wanted to kiss you before I left. I can tell your sleepy too, come on lay down,” your eyes became slower. 

He grabbed a blanket putting it around you. “Goodnight y/n,” he spoke in a whisper rubbing your head softly. “Goodnight,” you spoke sleepily, you saw him pick up his knife from the coffee table and slide it in his back pocket. “I’ll see you very soon, you’re mine don’t forget it,” his voice quite trailing off. He went through the back door, you heard it shut. Disappearing off into the night. 

Could you do Daddy kink König x fem reader pls 🙏👉👈

König w/ a Daddy Kink

Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kink, Dominant König, Breeding Kink, Forced Breeding Kink, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con Kink (König would never force himself on you; he loves you very much and everything you do together is explicitly consensual), Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Submissive Reader, Fem Reader, Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, Petnames, Pussy Slapping, Plugging, Sadism, König’s dick is H U G E, Profanity, Fluff, etc.

DADDY KONIG AAAAAAAHHHHHH

Okay, Dom König absolutely has a daddy kink.

And you realised it by accident when you screamed “Daddy!” as he made you cum.

Body riddled with the ebbing of your orgasm, heaving chest flush against König’s, you lolled against him, perfectly oblivious to what you’d unearthed in König.

“What was that, Engel?” König said, panting, twitching, head tilting as he looked down at you.

You could barely talk, nevermind move.

When you didn’t answer, still panting heavily, König took your face in his hand, gripping your jaw, making you wince.

“Don’t test my patience, Engel.” His voice was low and rasping with lust. “I’m sure you don’t want me to pound you again. Not while you’re so…” He pressed his fingers against the bruised, sensitive skin of your lips.

You yelped, back arching, pushing you further into König’s chest.

“I…I called you…” Your gaze fell from his sharp eyes, drifting off to the side, shame obscuring your confidence and rendering you incapable of facing him.

“Go on,” König encouraged. “Say it.”

“Daddy…”

König shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth, and, slowly, ground his half-hard cock against your aching flower. You whined. König growled.

“Mmmh, Darling,” his breath shuttered, “such a good girl.”

König rubbed against your clit, making you moan - cry - against him.

“M’gonna fuck you so hard ‘til–”

He groaned, his tip catching your lips. God, so tempting - so inviting.

“‘Til you make me a daddy.”

Expect many thorough breeding sessions after this.

Literally just König filling you until you look and feel like you’re about to burst, only for him to plug you and make you keep his seed inside you.

“Pull it out and I’ll keep going until you actually pop.”

Definitely into somnophilia.

Will wake up at an odd hour of the morning with a raging hard-on and will just feed his length into your pussy, feeling you squeeze him while you sleep.

“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, giving a low moan when you shift in your sleep and invite him deeper.

If you wake up during this and tell König to: “Nnng, stop - please, don’t–”

You’re just gonna make him cum harder, draw him to his end quicker.

That being said, he has a slight (massive) dub-con kink.

Also, consensual forced breeding kink.

“N-no! Please, Daddy, I don’t wanna get pregnant–”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” König hissed, his cock bulging in your stomach, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“I’ll breed you as much as I like; m’gonna make sure you never leave this house again–” he moaned as he felt himself succumbing to his release, his member twitching. “So beautiful – you’re gonna look so pretty, swollen with my offspring.”

Well, given you actually want to bring a child into the world, of course.

If not, you and König can simply pretend, still indulging König’s daddy kink at every given opportunity.

König refuses to let you refer to him by anything other than ‘Daddy’ when he’s in the mood - failure to do so results in some serious pussy slapping.

Doesn’t matter how sensitive you are; he’s going to make sure you remember to call him Daddy next time.

The same goes for if you start being bratty.

König’s kink is not an invitation for you to start acting fussy.

“Oh, it’s too big?” he said, his eyes wide – mirroring and mocking your expression – inching his cock inside you, stretching you over him.

You whined, scowling, eyes doe and glistening.

“Daddy, it hurts!” you squealed. “Take it out, please–”

“Shh, Princess. Don’t make me angry.” König said, his eyes darkening. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”

Definitely into discipline and spanking.

Will sometimes do it even if you haven’t warranted it.

Slaps your backside and thighs with his belt, breath quivering when he hears the sound of leather against skin, sees the red marks across your body.

And when a wide-eyed, confused expression crosses your face, he just smiles cruelly down at you.

“Shouldn’t be walking around with that tight little ass if you didn’t want me to hit it.”

In more ways than one *wink*.

Outside of the bedroom, calling König ‘Daddy’ is a proven way to get him to do anything for you.

Just bat your eyelashes at him and say in your softest voice: “Daddyyy, the cookie jar’s too far away; will you get it for me?”

And he’s DONE.

“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”

He’s just so whipped for you.

Looks at you like you’re the Universe and all its celestial creations.

Tends to your every need, without question or hesitation.

Literally will not rest until all your needs are met and surpassed.

Sit in his lap, PLEASE.

He’ll literally just die in his seat if you do. Regardless of how dominant König’s feeling, he’s still vulnerable to your gentle advances.

And just vulnerable to you, to be honest.

But love will do that to a person, and König, a man whose profession made him think he was forced never to feel love himself, has never wanted to protect something - or someone - more.

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Dominant! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, forced pregnancy/breeding kink, size kink, somnophilia, cock warming, implied AFAB reader, abuse of physical strength (consensual), implied sadism, light fluff, smut, smut, more smut, POSSESSIVE König, a pun is hidden in here somewhere, stomach bulging, pregnancy mentioned, marking, edging, breath play (?), petnames, etc.

The thought of this behemoth as a top dom makes my insides hurt.

He may be socially anxious, but my god, this man does NOT shy away from you.

Specifically, doesn't shy away from making you his bitch in the bedroom.

He's a 6'10 trained killer and KNOWS how to use his sheer mass against you.

Gets off on watching you struggle under him when he pins you to the bed, grinding into you, both of you knowing there's no way you can stop him.

Definitely into consensual non-con.

And breeding.

My god, he loves to breed you.

Forced breeding/pregnancy kink 🥴.

"You'll mother my children whether you like it or not, maus."

Also loves filling you with his cum to the point your stomach bulges.

"Nobody else will ever have you like this," he rasps into your ear, watching the outline of his cock sliding beneath the skin of your stomach as he ploughs into you. "I'll kill them before they can."

He'll bend you into any position your body will allow to make sure he's hitting any and every spot he can.

If you're actively trying for a child, he'll practically have you chained down to the bed, filling you, AT LEAST, four to five times a day. Upwards of six on the days he's particularly horny or desperate.

"You're mine. All mine. And everyone will know when you're swollen with my child."

He actually does tie you down to the bed sometimes, and makes sure you're sat with your legs up against the headboard, ensuring that gravity increases your chances of impregnation to the best they could possibly be.

Man shoots heavy loads as well, so you're overflowing most of, if not all the time.

König is extremely possessive.

Loves to mark you. Anywhere and everywhere, visible or not. He just needs you to know who you belong to. Anyone else knowing is simply an added bonus.

Relates back to his breeding kink and his need for control and ownership.

SIZE KINK.

He lives for the obvious size difference between the two of you.

He loves the genuine panic in your eyes the first time you had sex together, telling him that you didn't think he would fit.

He does.

Just about.

He makes it all fit in.

His favourite position is missionary so he can watch your reaction to him ravaging you, as well as his cock bruising your insides whenever he thrusts.

Is also a fan of making threats to you.

Consensually.

Man's a sadist; he thrives on the fear on your face whenever he grabs your throat and starts squeezing, saying how he could "break your neck like a twig" at any time.

He wouldn't, obviously. He loves you too much to actually hurt hurt you.

He also loves how much you trust him, literally putting your life in his hands for him to do with as he pleases.

Calls you things like "Little one,"; "Princess,"; "Angel,"; and "Mama/Mutter," (meaning 'mama' and 'mother' in German, respectively).

And, wouldn't you know it, links back to his breeding kink.

That, or he has a mommy kink, which...I can definitely see him having.

But that's reserved for the days he's letting you ride him. When he's fucking you against the pillows, he's calling you "Mutter" because, yet again, breeding kink.

Makes sure to take his time with you whenever you have sex.

He knows and you know that his talents are not for a shortform session, instead reserved for the long evenings where he can use, fill and destroy you.

Very attentive to your needs, and uses that power to edge you.

Constantly.

Big fan of foreplay, especially in the forced breeding scenarios.

King (or should I say König??…I'm sorry) of aftercare.

Bathes with you, brings you food, makes sure you're comfortable.

After all, you end up taking quite a beating from his stamina and strength, regardless of how satisfied you feel afterwards.

One more thing: massive fan of somnophilia.

Links back to his breeding and non-con kink (as everything does).

Sometimes he'll just wake up in the middle of the night with a huge hard-on like :/

Then he sees you sleeping soundly next to him and he's like >:)

Makes sure not to wake you, though his size does make you stretch in a way that can be painful, and he can tell whenever you make a gentle noise of resistance in your sleep.

Once he's filled you, he'll just stay inside you. All night. Making sure all of his semen remains swimming inside you.

Cock warming #1 fan over here.

And cock warming fan #2 is you lmao.

Btw, if you do end up getting pregnant, you are literally never leaving the house.

He'll refuse to let you do any of the chores, shopping, or errands, giving you little reason to leave aside from to see family and friends, which König understands is important to you.

Always wants to come with you, and always will unless you expressly tell him not to.

He'll understand, but he'll be worried if you're gone for a lengthy period of time without letting him know you're okay.

Wouldn't pester you, though. He doesn't want to be one of those partners who's basically a helicopter parent.

Overall, König loves and trusts you with every inch of him and wants nothing more than to make you happy and raise a (very) large family with you :>

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I knew I played a dangerous game.

It was all part of the turn-on, to seduce a man and make him believe he was the one owning me. But men can be so silly, at times. They always think they are the only ones with nasty perversions. So few of them think that someone like me, some delicate looking little tipsy woman, can be the one holding the reigns. You just have to do it right. You just have to make them believe they’re raping you.

I found him at one of my favorite prowling spots. A dive bar, on the other side of town. Low lights, loud music, packed to the brim with college kids and party goers. It’s always so easy to look vulnerable there, you just have to wear the right clothes and walk with a slight stumble. He swooped in on me right away, tall and strong, telling me he was going to get me home safe. I feigned drunkeness and tripped into the cab and pretended not to see the devious smirk on his face as he directed the driver to his apartment. He was all mine.

And now he was on top of me. It didn’t take long, of course. I was dripping wet and he was rock hard at the idea of fucking. He pushed me onto the bed and laughed about how naive I was for following him home. I struggled and begged for him to let me go but he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed my skirt up. Of course I had prepared for this, and he laughed when he found I wore no underwear. 

“Fucking drunk whore, you fucking want this cock,” He whispered in my ear. “I saw you take all those shots by yourself. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll regret ever leaving your house.” 

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I did my best doe eyes and let a few tears slip, “Please sir, I can’t. Please don’t fuck me.”

He rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed in slightly. He was thick and I could already feel him throbbing with want. I gasped and he rutted against me again.

“So fucking tight, so good…” He whispered, “Fucking drunk slut. You fucking want my cock deep inside you.”

“No, don’t rape me. Please don’t rape me.” 

That was all it took. He pushed into me, splitting me open. I moaned loudly, pushing my face against a pillow so he wouldn’t see the look of pleasure on my face. He started fucking me, hard. His hands were on my wrists above my head and he was gripping me tighter and tighter. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out of me, my trembling body quivering with each stroke.

“Drunk little fucking whore. You’re so fucking tight.” He bit my neck over and over again, moaning loudly, “So fucking good. You like this? You like my cock in your pussy?”

I shook my head and cried no, no, please stop fucking me.

“I’m keeping you here all night so you can learn your fucking lesson.”

My body swelled with hot pleasure. My pussy was soaking wet and clamped down firmly on him, my walls tightening with every stroke. I let out the tiniest of moans and shook as he ground himself further into me. 

“You fucking like this. I fucking knew it.” He growled in my ear, “I knew you’d go crazy for this, baby.”

He slammed into me again and again and again. His mouth went from my ear to my lips, kissing me deeply. I loved it when they did that. They always thought they were violating me even more, making me more submissive to their little rape game. I held still until he demanded I kiss him back, and I did so, reluctantly at first. Then I kissed him deeper and deeper.

One hand went from my wrist to my tits, squeezing roughly. He bit my lip and then moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. 

Then I felt him start to swell. His thrusts became deeper but irregular and his breathing was harder and harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum. I’m going to cum for you, baby. You milked it all out of me.”

“Please,” I whined, looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”

His thrusts paused and he laughed. “Not on anything?”

“Please, my life would be ruined.” I squeezed on his cock and let a tear roll down my cheek, “Please don’t ruin me.”

He began thrusting again, laying himself flat against me. “Oh fuck, gonna ruin you. Gonna ruin your perfect body.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, barely able to keep the pleasure from my voice.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna knock you up. Gonna punish you, you fucking whore.” His thrusts were lazy but deep, splitting me open with each push, “Gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna keep you here all night and rape you till you’re pregnant.” 

“Please, don’t. Pull out. Pull out!” I screamed. That was all it took. My body shuddered with heat and I cried out as I came. My fear and my fantasy all rolled together beneath this sweaty stranger and his thick cock. I was in his power, I was his toy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant, take my fucking load!” He thrusted harder and harder and harder, “Cumming in youuuuuuuuuuu!”

Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper. His balls slammed against me and I felt the telltale rush of heat in my cunt. He yelled out and pushed down against me, forcing himself as deep as he could into my tender body. Cum splashed in me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Have my baby, bitch. Have my fucking baby.” He slapped me hard and bit my throat, “Fucking little plaything. Have my baby, worthless slut.”

He fucked me slowly until his cock was completely soft, laying on top of me and keeping inside of me. I was shaking from my own orgasm, my face against his shoulder. It took everything I had not to smile and laugh. He was going to fuck me to my hearts content and he had no idea I had planned it all along. 

“You loved it. You fucking slut. I’m going to rape you all night…” He whispered, “Knock you up, make you pregnant… nothing you can do to stop me.” 

I struggled in vain and faked trying to get away from him. He slapped me again and kissed me hard.

“All mine, little breeding bitch. You shouldn’t have left your house tonight…” 

I woke up with my legs spread. At first I thought it was just an awkward sleeping position. Then I felt him thrusting his cock deeper inside me. I groaned softly, although my eyes felt too heavy to open.

“Please, no,” I mumbled. “I’m so tired.”

“Shh,” Daddy hushed me as he pulled out. “You don’t have to do anything but lay there.”

He pushed back in slowly. I let out a whine as I felt my pussy stretching around his cock. His hands held my hips in place until he was balls deep inside me.

“I’m tired,” I whined, moving my arms to push him away.

He quickly grabbed them and pinned them down. I gasped as he began thrusting into me. His cock easily slid in and out.

“I’m tired,” Daddy groaned mockingly. “I use you whenever I want. You got that?”

One of his hands smacked my ass, making me whimper. I gasped for air as I felt his thrusts knocking the wind out of me. His hand fisted in my hair as the other kept my wrists pinned behind me. My eyes stayed closed, still too tired to open.

“You must be really tired,” he said. “You’re usually such a whiny little bitch.”

I groaned. “Please, Daddy, I wanna go to sleep.”

“You’ll sleep when I’m done.” His thrusts increased in speed and force, earning a whine from me. “Ahh, there it is.”

One of his hands fisted in my hair, and the other smacked my ass again. I cried out, which made Daddy chuckle.

“Rise and shine, baby girl,” he grunted, slamming his hips into me as hard as he could. “You’re never too tired to serve me. Right, bitch?”

I could only gasp and moan. He groaned as his hand started playing with my ass. Then I felt his thumb shove into my asshole. I yelped, immediately tensing up around him.

“Such a tight little hole,” Daddy groaned. “Maybe I should fuck this one next time, yeah?”

“Noo,” I whined. “Please, don’t. It’s gonna hurt.”

“Too bad you don’t get a choice.” He wiggled his thumb around roughly in my ass. “Shut up and lay there, or else I’ll fuck this tight ass right now.”

I whined as he forced his thumb as deep as he could. His brutal thrusts were sending waves of pleasure through my pussy.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned.

“Awh, you like when I have both your holes plugged, baby?” Daddy asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered out. “You f-feel so good, Daddy. S-so good.”

He groaned. “I knew you weren’t too tired. You’re such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?”

I moaned as he pulled his thumb out of my asshole. Then he leaned over me, shoving his thumb into my open mouth.

“Clean it off,” he ordered.

I eagerly sucked his thumb, swirling my tongue around. Daddy continued to pound into me relentlessly. His cock hammering into my pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of the smacks of our bodies together and wet sounds from my juices. He thrust into me as hard as he could one last time.

“Ohh, fuck,” he moaned. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

His cock throbbed inside me. I moaned as I felt his cum coating the inside of my pussy. Then I wiggled my ass against his hips, sucking hard on his thumb.

“Don’t worry, love,” Daddy said as he pulled out and got off me. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He flipped me over by my hips. I groaned as I opened my eyes finally to look at him. He smirked at me, opening my legs and moving down to lay in between them. His lips left kisses all the way down my stomach until he got to my pussy. Then he ran his tongue in between my lips slowly. I whined as my legs trembled in anticipation.

“Be still,” he muttered before shoving his face in between my legs.

I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue swirling around my entrance. His strong arms wrapped around my thighs to hold me in place. Then he moved up to flick his tongue over my clit. I whined and fisted my hands in his hair.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, feeling my orgasm rising. “Please, Daddy, it feels so good.”

Daddy bit down lightly, making me gasp. He sucked on my clit as hard as he could. Then began flicking his tongue over it again, faster this time. I cried out as my orgasm shook my body. His arms stayed locked around my legs, forcing me to stay in place. He didn’t stop sucking on my clit. I whimpered as I tried to push his head off.

“N-no, it’s too m-m-much,” I panted. “Stop..stop, please.”

He shook his head against me, still burying his face in between my legs. I whined as tears filled my eyes from the overstimulation. Then he finally pulled himself off. His head rested on my thigh while he gave me a moment to catch my breath.

“You were such a good girl for me,” Daddy mumbled against my thigh.

His hand found mine and intertwined with it.

“Thank you,” I whimpered out.

“Mm, my good girl.” He began sucking a hickey into my thigh.

I sighed deeply, feeling myself already slipping back to sleep.

Feeling horny and bored was always a dangerous combination. I should have been smart and just stayed home, but against my best interests, I decided to head out and find something or someone exciting to satisfy me.

And I had found him. Handsome, from out of town, quick to flirt with me the moment I walked into the dimly lit bar. It was the perfect scenario. I didn’t want anything long term, just a one night stand with no hopes of accidentally getting stuck with an overly attached man. It didn’t take long for me to get him back to my house, and into my bed.

Straddling him, his hands combing through my long hair, our lips locked, I gently rocked my crotch against his. I could feel the cold zipper of his jeans against my dampening panties. The sizable bulge restrained beneath his pants felt amazing when it connected to my throbbing clit. My entire body was starved for him, demanded him.

“I think we should move this to the next level,” I whispered in his ear. “There’s some condoms in my dresser drawer, you should slip one on.”

He grabbed my hips and ground himself against me even harder than before. “Oh fuck, babe. I know this sounds shitty but I actually like to fuck bare for a little bit. I can put one on after a bit, I’ll fuck better bare. Let me make you cum and then I’ll put one on. You just tell me when.”

I had never fucked unprotected before, and his logic sounded fishy. But the drinks he had bought me and my overwhelming desire clouded my mind, and I agreed. We hungrily undressed each other and before long, my wet pussy was sliding up against his thick shaft. I teased him, not letting him penetrate me, just humping against his hard cock. I felt this first wave of my orgasm come swiftly, just from grinding my clit against him.

I shuddered as I came, warmth flowing through me. At that exact moment, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto his cock. He shoved himself into me, pushing me down onto him and holding firm. “I’m not gonna let you have all the fun tonight, got it?”

He was rougher than I was used to. One hand stayed on my ass, guiding me up and down as I bounced on his cock. Every thrust opened me up wider and wider, my tight pussy fighting to accommodate him. The other hand pulled my hair, snapping my head back, exposing my throat. He sucked at my skin, biting occasionally, groaning in pleasure.

I felt him swell inside of me and I knew it was time. I opened my mouth to ask him to pull out and roll a condom on, when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He was on top of me, and my mouth was full of wet fabric. I realized he had gagged me with my own underwear.

“What, were you about to ask me to put a condom on?” He asked playfully, still fucking me. I nodded desperatley, and he smirked. “What’s that? I can’t understand you. Tell me you want me to put a condom on.”

I couldn’t speak through my balled-up panties. He put his hand over my mouth, pushing them further back into my throat. His pace increased, somehow pushing even deeper into me.

“Well, I told you to tell me when to put a condom on… And you just aren’t. So I guess that means I don’t have to.” He laughed as I struggled underneath him. “Oh, I love a fighter. Let me guess, you’re worried because you let a stranger fuck you and you’re not on any birth control?”

My heart was pounding in my chest. All I could think about was how deep he was inside of me, stretching me and filling me. I was supposed to begin ovulating tomorrow. He was so, so, so deep in me, so heavy on top of me. I couldn’t fight him.

He turned my head to the side, crushing his weight against me. My hips ached from how hard he was thrusting, my bedframe squeaking in protest. He bit my neck, hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what was coming.

He came inside of me, hard. I felt every jerk of his cock, every squirt of fun against my cervix. He roared like a monster, filling me completely. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. You feel me, bitch? You feel me filling that slutty little pussy of yours up? You feel me putting a fucking baby into you?”

I shook my head violently and he laughed again, still thrusting into me with each spray of semen. “Yeah, you feel that. You are such a dumb little slut, you deserve to get knocked up by a stranger. Going to bars and picking guys up while not on the pill? You fucking dumb, dumb whore.”

His words stung, hard. They were made worse by the intense pleasure I felt as he continued to pump into me. My body was betraying me, edging towards orgasm as I fought him.

His cock softened but he didn’t pull out. He just lay on top of me, staring down and smirking. I prayed for this horrible encounter to end.

“You know what’s my favorite part of getting you dumb bitches pregnant?” He finally asked after several painful minutes of silence. “The more you cum, the more likely it is I’ll knock you up.”

My eyes widened as he pulled out of me. He pulled me against him, restraining me with his powerful arms. He kept my legs open and soon, one hand was down at my clit, his fingers making small circles around it.

I resisted as much as I could, but I couldn’t hold out in the end. Orgasm after orgasm rocked my body, flooding me with hot endorphins. I could feel how sloppy I waa, my pussy dripping with cum and juices and sweat trickling down my thighs.

He held me like that forever, bringing me higher and higher and continuing to whisper terrible things in my ear.

“You know how many women I’ve done this to? Filling them with baby? More than I can count. And I hunt them down after a little bit, just to see how they’re handling my bastard. Maybe I’ll find you when you’ve finally pushed my kid out, give you the number of the woman I knocked up in the town over. You can start a support group, bitches I made cum and filled with baby.”

I shook my head over and over again, crying out as another powerful orgasm took me. I felt his cock begin to harden again, pressing against my thigh.

“You know your tight little body? It’s going to get ruined when you stretch with my baby. If you’re a good girl and keep your body tight, when I find you again, I’ll fill you up as a reward.” He slipped his hard cock back into me. “Oh, speaking of tight? My cock is big, but not as big as the baby that’ll come through here in about 9 months.”

He began to fuck me, pulling me on top of him. My back was to his chest, and he spread my legs further with his knees.

“I’m going to fill you all night and make you cum over and over and over again,” each word was accented by a thrust. “You’ll remember this fondly, you’ll be thinking of how I fucked you as you stare at your engorged body in the mirror.”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he fucked me again. His cock was so deep, so big. I felt tiny and insignificant, a mere insect, powerless to stop him.

He came inside of me again, hot liquid spraying against my cervix. He held himself inside me for a long time, still stroking my clit, biting at my ear.

“Just remember, bitch. You could have done anything else tonight, but you chose to get bred by a stranger.”

***

My life was a whirlwind after that night. I couldn’t scrape together what I needed for an abortion, so I decided to move in with my sister. She helped me, and when my son was born, I fell totally in love with his smiling face. My life was a trainwreck before him. I won’t say I’m thankful for the man who raped me, but there’s a special place in my heart for him.

I decided to take my son to the library one day. In my previous, partying life, I would have been hungover on such a nice Sunday. But with my son to take care of, I hadn’t partied in ages. I had managed to keep my body intact, too. I ran every morning with him in the stroller, it was an excellent workout.

Holding him in my arms as I hopped off the city bus, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck. I turned sharply and looked across the street.

There he was. Exactly as I remembered him. Tall, strong, handsome, and intimidating. My heart stopped, and I saw that familiar smirk. His eyes dropped to the child in my arms, our child, and he nodded. Then, in an instant, he boarded the bus across the street and was gone.

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day 19. corruption kink

dilf!Toji Fushiguro x babysitter f!reader

s. Mr. Fushiguro is looking forward to becoming a dad, again

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toji always fucks megumi’s girl but i want megumi to fuck toji’s girl :(

#𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 — 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈.

tags: nsfw 18+, aged up characters, fem! reader, mentions of age gaps (with toji), cheating (you on toji), mean megumi, dacryphilia, degradation (he calls you a whore), unprotected sex, overstimulation, edging, creampie, use of pet names (doll, princess, good girl)

notes: i should not…but i kinda like writing a cheater reader gjsfjsjfjf oops

megumi thinks it’s unfair—he’s always been told he looks exactly like his father, he’s obviously got way less…issues, and he’s so much closer in age to you. he can’t begin to comprehend why you’d pick someone as sleazy as fushiguro toji when the better fushiguro has been right here.

he can’t help the anger that festers up, can’t even attempt to fight back the sheer hatred that bubbles within him—he hates seeing you with his father, he hates you for picking his father over him, and he hates that every night, while you’re waiting for toji to come home, you let megumi take care of you—only to climb in bed with toji not long after.

he thinks tonight…well tonight is going to be different.

“g-gumi—wait,” you whimper, hand weakly pressing against his chest in a pathetic attempt to shove him. he clicks his tongue in distaste as his cock slips in and out of you brutally. there’s cum trickling down your thighs, cum coating the base of his dick, and the mess is proof of the many, many rounds you’ve fucked your boyfriend’s son like this. it shouldn’t be this way—but megumi is just so much like toji, but he’s softer around the edges, just a bit gentler and sweeter, just the right level of shy.

he growls, squeezing your cheeks together as you sniffle up at him with wobbly lips.

“what? can’t take one more? that’s bullshit. i hear you begging my dad for more very damn night, even after i fuck you full,” he hisses, snarling at you as you whine when his thumb rubs at your clit. you sob, fresh tears trickling down your puffy cheeks, and he thinks it’s a shame you look so pretty when you cry—you simply won’t be garnering any pity from him tonight when you look like that.

“too…too much, gumi,” you cry, gasping as his cock bullies it’s way past your folds in another thrust of his hips, his fat tip kissing your sweet spot and making your nails dig into his skin. “can’t,” you croak.

“oh yeah?” he raises a brow, hand only squeezing your cheeks together harder, making you let out a muffled whine in protest. “can’t, huh?” he pouts at you in faux sympathy, “just too much for you, is it doll?”

he’s almost disgusted by the taste of his father’s pet name for you rolling off his tongue, can almost taste the bile as he thinks about toji’s smug voice cooing at you every night. it drives him mad—quite possibly on the brink of insanity really, and his hips rut into you faster, almost animalistic as he grunts with a scowl.

“‘m sensitive,” you protest, and there are more tears that collect at your chin, dripping down the valley of your breasts as he watches your tits bounce with every slam of his hips. “p-please gumi, ‘m so—”

“you’ll take it,” he spits, interrupting your pleas. “you’ll take what i give you and then you’ll say thank you, won’t you?” he smiles, sinisterly as you let out a highly pitched squeal when he pinches your nipple. he leans down, attaching his lips to the other, sucking harshly and rolling his tongue around your pebbled bud. “you’ll take enough so that the old man can’t even open your legs without my cum spilling,” megumi grins, “and then you’ll tell him his little gumi here took such good care of you while he was gone—won’t you, princess?”

you squeeze around him at the pet name, making him scoff as he stares down at you in disgust. it makes fat tears roll down your face even faster, lips wobbling as you stare up at his expression. you want him to look at you the way he always does, with awe and kindness and love—the sweet, sweet look that only megumi gives you, not the smug grin toji usually offers.

he stops his thrusts, hissing as his stiff cock throbs painfully in your walls, taking a ragged breath before staring at you expectantly.

“w-why’d you stop?” you stutter, trying to roll your hips as your orgasm dies down, making him snort.

“thought you were begging me to just a minute ago,” he says incredulously, “you really are a whore, huh? greedy little thing, just need more and more—need both of us. one’s just not enough?”

“‘m not a whore,” you pout, making him chuckle lowly, shaking his head in amusement.

“if you say so,” he says—almost condescending, like he knows better than you do. “think i asked you a question though, didn’t i?”

he raises a brow when you stare up at him confused, tilting your head that lays against the plush mattress. megumi smirks, angling himself to slam deep into you once as warning, grunting when you cry out and run your nails against his shoulders.

“don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns, “you’ll tell my old man i took care of you tonight, won’t you?”

“y-yes! yes ‘m gonna tell ‘im,” you slur, teary eyes hazy and unfocused as you babble in agreement, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, feel him deeper. he starts rutting into you once more, the drag of his veins along your walls makes your head spin, mind blanking as his skin slaps against yours and his breath fans across your skin with every labored pant.

“that’s a good girl,” he coos, lips tugging in a victorious grin, eyes twinkling with amusement at how easy you are to crack. his thumb circles your clit as he pulls you into a kiss, and with a few more sloppy thrusts, you whine against his lips as you cum. he groans as you spasm around his cock, walls hugging him tightly as he rides you through your high.

“f-fuck, ‘m cumming gumi—for you,” you gasp, feeling him smile against your mouth.

“‘s right,” he chuckles, “for me. don’t you forget it, princess,” he grits, jaw clenching as his cock twitches as he nears his own orgasm. your hands roam along his body, feeling his taut muscles as they flex under your palm, and his face buries into the crook of your neck as he groans deeply. “shit, gonna cum, princess—g-gonna fill you up so good, you’ll never need him again.”

he lets out a soft whine into your neck, shuddering over you as he empties his load into your abused cunt, thick, hot ropes filling you up and painting your walls white. you whimper as he fucks himself into you through his peak, clinging to him from the overstimulation while he plants small kisses to your neck as he finishes.

it’s quiet for a moment—save for your pants as you catch your breath, and then megumi slumps himself over your tired body, cock still in you as it softens. you giggle at the slight tickle when his head tucks further into your neck and his nose brushes your skin.

“we should clean—” you’re cut off by the sound of the front door opening, familiar footsteps echoing through the halls and nearing you as you freeze—panic settling into your bones.

megumi only smirks as he flips you both over, so your head falls to his bare chest and the blanket just barely covers yours.

“nah, let’s stay like this a while,” he says slyly, “wanna see the look on his face when you tell him everything.”