Ruby was worried about going to Beacon, and after hearing it was a sexual haven with both students and teachers scared her even more. Luckily Yang was there to be a good big sister, and with a little futa-dust she happily took Ruby’s virginity herself.
The plastic bag full of gasoline that is my brain can’t stop won’t stop thinking about sneaking out to a masquerade ball because your evil step dad Nanami said no, a la Cinderella step mother forbidding her from going to the ball.
Tw faux incest
Not one to miss out and finally fed up with all his rules and little quirks - always accompanying you whenever you left the estate with an arm around your waist, making you sit by the fire and read to him after dinner, etc. - you put on your finest party dress, grabbed a mask that you’d kept secret deep in your drawers and climbed out your bedroom window, somehow landing without falling back on your ass, and rushing off to the ball.
Once there it was painfully obvious why Nanami didn’t want you to go: there was booze, there was dancing, there were people dressed in less than modest attire, and more importantly there were men here that took notice of you and that above all else was what Nanami detested.
Finally being able to let go and be free, you eat the food laid out on grand banquet tables, drink the champagne and rich dark wine being offered to you and danced with whoever asked. It was a marvelous time, you’d never laughed and smiled so much in your life, and as the next suitor approached you, you gave him a grand bow.
“Having fun?” The voice that belonged to the man, however, made your blood run cold. You couldn’t move fast enough, the man you’d run away from already swooping you up in his arms and dancing to the next song.
“H-how-” moving numbly, you looked at Nanami. He had a plain mask on and there was no mistaking it was him.
“You really think you can get anything past me?” His words had an edge to them that his face did not portray. To anyone looking in, he seemed happy, content. But you could tell by the way his fingers clutched you that he felt anything but that.
“Please, just let me have this one night.” Pleading desperately, you followed Nanamis lead on the dance floor and when he dipped you, your noses brushed together from how close he was.
“You’re so cute when you’re begging, you know?” Nanami smirked, enjoying the way you looked at him with scared eyes. “Ask yourself, (Y/N), why would I should I let you stay here? Why shouldn’t I drag you back to the estate and bend you over my knee until you learn never to defy me again?”
“N-Nanami,please.” The many layers of your dress moved and swayed as you did, and as one song faded into the next, your fate was sealed along with it. Trying to step away from him was no use and you weren’t going to cause a scene to try and get away.
“I can smell that cheap liquor on you.” Nanami didn’t allow you to drink. “I saw all those things you were eating too.” If it didn’t come from the garden, you didn’t eat it. “And all those men you let defile you.” Whenever you had broached the topic of courting, Nanami shut it down vigorously. The look of disgust on his face as he said the last sentence was hard to mask and he took a glance around the room, trying not to glare at the other patrons.
“I just wanted to have some fun!” Your voice got louder than you intended and thank god there was the crash of a cymbal to cover it up. Nanamis brow raised and his grip loosened on you just enough to allow you to slip away, scurry through the throngs of people and into one of the many rooms in the mansion where the party was held.
Hearing brisk footsteps behind you, you ran into a random room and tried to slam the door closed, but Nanami wedged himself in before you could do so.
“You know better than to raise your voice like that, especially in public.” Locking the door behind him, Nanami took no care in how he pushed you back, farther into the room until you nearly fell onto the large bed in the center.
“S-stop!” You cried, trying to fight him off as he manhandled you, not fazed at all by the hits and slaps that landed on him while he sat down and dragged you over his lap, ass in the air as he bundled up the layers of your dress.
“I was going to wait until we got home, but it seems you’re just begging for this.” With one hand on the back of your neck, Nanami used the other to land a hard slap across your ass, one that immediately made you cry out.
He thought about making you count them, but what was the point when he had no intention of stopping? His hits covered a wide range of your behind, some even dipping down to the backs of your thighs as well.
“Have you learned anything, (Y/N)?” It’s unclear how much time has passed but both of you were out of breath and worked up for different reasons. Allowing your head to rise, Nanami thought you were utterly beautiful from how distraught you looked.
“I-I’m…so-sorry.” You hiccuped, another wave of tears gushing out when Nanami ran his hand over the stinging, burning marks on your ass. Humming at you to continue, a sick smile grazed his face. “I’ll l-listen from now on, p-promise.”
“That’s a good girl.” Shushing you gently, Nanami adjusted so you could lay back on the bed, dress horribly wrinkled and body shaking. Slipping your mask off, Nanami cupped your cheek. “Can you prove to me that you’ll listen from now on?”
If you weren’t so disoriented, you wouldn’t have let Nanami half position himself on you with one hand on your cheek while the other slid under your dress. You shook your head no because you were saying no but because you had no idea what he intended to do.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” Nanami’s breath hitched the same time as yours as his fingers came into contact with your panties, “I know you can be the perfect daughter for me.”
reading my old incest + listening to nails by noga erez makes my mind go brrrr and here we are, with choso-nii and a fresh set
tw incest
Your first time getting your nails done in the city was a dream come true. You’d made the appointment after scouring countless social media pages and saving up quite a bit of money, and it was worth all the effort you put in.
“I’m back!” Careful as you opened the front door, you stared lovingly at your fingers as you took your shoes off and hung up your jacket.
“Hey.” Choso grunted, forcing himself to stay seated at his desk and do his work. He desperately wanted to go to you and give you a big hug, ask if anything had happened while you were out on the town.
“Choso look!” Rushing to his side, you held out your hands for him to see. Antsy for his reaction, you watched him gingerly take hold of your fingers and look over each digit.
“They look beautiful, baby.” Bringing your hand up to his lips, Choso kissed the soft skin and hummed when you giggled. “I take it you had a good time?”
“I did!” You launched into telling the story of how your time at the nail shop was, getting so wrapped up that you let Choso pull you onto his lap and tuck your head under his chin. He mindlessly ran his thumb over your nails, feeling the cuticle oil still fresh on your skin seep into his.
As your story wound down, you stayed in Choso’s lap, moving to hang your legs over the side of the chair as he pulled up to his desk to resume his work. Your weight on his body was a welcomed feeling, helping him relax and feel more at ease. He had wanted to go with you, keep you safe from any unsavory characters, but you asserted your independence and demanded to keep your nails a surprise until you returned.
“I’m really happy you like them, nii-chan.” Looking down at your nails once more, you giggled giddily and bounced up and down, laughing when Choso had to wrap an arm around you to keep you from sliding off.
Putting your hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself, the way the tips of your nails dug into his flesh made a shiver go down Choso’s spine, and as you played with the hair at the base of his neck and scratched his skin every so often, it slowly got to him.
“Th-that tickles.” Finally, he’d had enough. He was growing hot under the collar and he knew you could feel the heat emanating from his face and see the way red started to trickle down his neck.
“Does it?” The teasing lilt in your voice worried Choso and when your nails dragged down the column of his throat, spreading out under his shirt, goosebumps erupted on his flesh and an embarrassing sound came from him.
“(Y/N).” He tried to say your voice in a stern way, yet all the two of you could hear was him trembling. Clearing his throat, Choso craned his head up to stare at the ceiling as you lifted his shirt and ran your nails over his torso.
Your childish giggling made him even redder, and the way humiliation dripped onto him had another reaction coming to him as well. He knew you could feel it, he was only wearing sweatpants, and that thought made him even harder. When your fingers scratched his waistband, that’s when Choso sprung into action.
“Why don’t you put those pretty hands to good use, huh?” Yes, he was red in the face and everywhere else. Yes, his voice still shook and his throat was dry as he looked you in the eyes. But that didn’t stop him from grabbing onto your hands and pushing them beneath his waistband, making you take out his hardening cock.
“Nii-chan…” You whined, wrapping your fingers around his cock and pumping a few times. Taking a quick glance at him, you remembered what he taught you and brought saliva to the front of your mouth, pursing your lips slightly as you let it drip past your lips and onto his cock.
“Good girl,” Choso hissed, hips bucking up, “you remembered what I taught you.” The praise made you light up, and you kissed him eagerly. Tightening your grip on his cock, you pumped slowly, getting lost in the feeling of kissing him.
It took no time at all for Choso to come to full hardness and as he broke the kiss, he groaned looking at your spit and pre-cum covered fingers.
“Your nails look so pretty wrapped around my cock like that, baby.” Dotting kisses along your jaw, Choso fumbled around as he grabbed your phone and opened the camera, pointing it directly at your hand around him.
Choso took a number of photos and videos, knowing the second he looked over them later he would get painfully hard all over again. He would pay for you to get your nails done every week if it meant he could be in this position with you again.
“Shit- just like that.” He gasped, resting his heavy head against yours as you swiped your thumb over his tip. Never before had he been so happy to teach you new moves, you were applying all the knowledge he gave you perfectly.
“Nii-chan, are you going to-”
“Yes, yes.” Choso was painfully close, so he propped up your phone on the desk and wrapped his hand around yours, pumping furiously and kissing you just as hard. When your hand dipped down to grip his balls - something he’d just started teaching you about - and your nails dragged against his inner thighs, Choso came with a strangled moan.
Breaking the kiss and throwing his head back, Choso’s whole body tensed up as you continued moving your hand, swiping over his tip with your thumb multiple times.
Slowly relaxing, Choso reached forward and grabbed your phone, panning the camera down to your cum covered hands. You spread your fingers for the camera, showing off the sticky white beads as they coated your fingers.
Ending the video, he snapped a few more photos before tossing your phone onto the desk. Neither of you moved, both spent from the ordeal and not wanting to separate from each other. Choso was glad there were tissues on his desk from a recent head cold, he was able to put them to use and wipe your hand off.
“Such pretty nails.” He cooed, giving you light pecks as he cleaned off your fingers. Once everything was cleaned up and Choso was tucked back in his pants, he hugged you even closer to him. “Next time you get your nails done, let me choose the color, okay?”
katsuki finds he’s starting to like the way you whine.
katsuki bakugou x little sis!reader
2.8k words
cw; darkfic, 18+,sibling-cest,virginity loss, soft dom katsu, babie!reader, corruption kink(?), light degrading, somnophilia(?), one manga spoiler, unprotected sex, pwp.
whine, whine, whine.
that’s all you ever seem to do.
ever since the two of you were kids, doing something as small as cleaning your room, brushing your hair or showering alone made you pout. and sadly, it was a habit you didn’t grow out of, you still found ways to complain about things in your adult life; going to work, running errands, paying bills, and god, your brother couldn’t stand it.
