stepdad!gojo x step daughter!reader

CW!!: pseudo incest (stepdad/stepdaughter), anal sex, lots of squirting, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, pussydrunk, mating press, pet names, cunnilingus, HUGE age gap (gojo is in his mid 30s and reader is 18), masturbation, breast play, daddy kink (DILF GOJO), oral sex, vaginal fingering, pussy worship, both of reader and gojo are like... addicted to each other. VERY FERAL!!

✧˚ ༘ 𝜗ৎ ⋆n: wrote this during my ovulation days ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

cross fic post: ao3

You were surprised when your mom remarried again without telling you anything after 2 years of staying in your dorm for college, but you didn't complained because you really aren't that close to her— but what's more surprising is that her new husband is young... not THAT young but somewhere between 28 or 30, you didn't complain again...

CW: Perv!Toji, Perv!Nanami, Implied crime, implied torture, peeing on lap, dark content, taboo

Do not proceed if uncomfortable. ⚠️

You should've listened to your father. Should've been home before 8.

You shouldn't have hopped into that random old chevrolet pickup truck. The beaten up red truck you'd always see around town in the most remote areas nobody dared to go to.

The two priests in town, Nanami and Toji. Who would've thought they'd be driving around this late at night on the outskirts of your small little town.

The small teeth dangling from the rear view mirror that looked awfully human like—told you they "keep em' as souvenirs from killin' coyotes."

When they saw a pretty girl like you walking down a dirt path at sundown, desperate to get home before her daddy gets upset, it was like god giving them a gift. A predator being served prey without any effort.

Baskets of berries and apples in their car, telling you they were bringing them home to their wives.

Oh, how happy you looked sitting on Toji's lap, eating an apple one of them offered to you. "Don't tell my wife," nanami jokingly told you from the drivers seat, his large hand patting your bare thigh and coming awfully close to your panties.

How clueless you were, didn't see the blood under his nails or the scratches on his hands that seemed to be fresh.

"Were just takin' the scenic route," Toji told you once you realized they passed by your house a long time ago. The area became unrecognizable, the sun long gone and the night settling in quickly.

No help, no service, no escape.

You should've noticed the pattern of missing girls in this town, if only you connected the dots and realized.

Should've noticed how tight Toji's grip was getting on your waist, how Nanami just locked the doors from inside as he slowed the car down in an area you've never been to.

A pair of pliers and rope sitting below Toji's dirtied up boots, not even trying to hide it from you. "Pretty girls like you should've been careful," the dark haired man said. "Hasn't yur daddy told you not to take ride's from strangers?"

Feeling your heart race and your panties go wet out of fear, not realizing you were pissing yourself, feeding into their perverted fantasies.

"Awee, poor lil girl's peein' herself. Couldn't hold it in, could you?" Toji whined, laughing at how frightened and vulnerable you were.

Feeling his jeans go damp and dark, the seat getting all wet and making a mess.

"I- I-," but they were quick to mock your stuttering. "I- I-I-, y'can't even talk right," the blonde man snickered before slapping you across the face harshly, your lip instantly bleeding.

“Got my car all dirty, you cunt.” Nanamis tone wasn’t anywhere near kind or soothing, became scary, almost threatening.

You cried, not even attempting to escape—more of accepting your fate. They were too big for you, blocked the only two doors on the car. The faint sound of broken up country music played on the radio, filled with almost pure static due to the secluded area you were in.

Should've paid attention to Toji. Next thing you knew you felt a strong pair of hands grip your mouth, telling you to "Open wide, pretty girl. Gotta collect some souvenirs," as his other hand shoved a pair of dirtied up pliers into your mouth.

Flashes of white burning into your eyes as Nanami captured the beautiful moment, Polaroid after Polaroid.

Didn’t realize photos of you were about to be stuffed into a small drawer they kept of other girls they’ve taken and did god knows what with.

Screams and cries, a red pick up truck in an isolated area far from any help, rocking back and forth, flashing of white lighting up the area around it

Poor you, should’ve known.

Pushing Buttons

*All characters 18+*

Content: NSFW, (Stepdaughter x Stepfather), Stepfather

It all started when she walked in on her stepdad getting out of the shower. She swears it was an accident! Eyes glued to her phone she absentmindedly opened the bathroom door, not bothering to consider why it was closed in the first place.

"What're you doing?!"

priest!caleb x reader

synopsis: after the explosion, you’re filled to the brim with survivors guilt. thats when your friend gets the idea to send you to church. lucky for you, father caleb is very forgiving.

content warnings: taboo, use of gege and meimei (so, pseudocest??) mutual masturbation, beginner writing (lmfao), caleb’s panty kink, light mentions of stalking.

word count: 1080

authors note: my first post! yay! this started as a commission to my friend, she said i should actually post it..

please do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

likes, reblogs, follows, and comments are appreciated!

i'm not sure how long its been, but after the explosion i was stuck in a never ending cycle of humiliation. guilt stuck to me like tar, it was evident and everyone could see it. whispers followed me in the corridors of work, the hospital, even the bakeries two towns over.

the silence of the lunch room is intolerable, the constant buzzing of the AC and the scraping of spoons against yogurt bowls.

"you know, maybe you should go confess how you feel!" tara said, popping her bubble gum.

"like, to a priest?"

"why not? you should talk it out, plus its not like they know you — no face, no commitment, just go get it off your chest i'm sure you'll feel better."

a shaky breath leaves me, i drove 40 minutes to the nearest church. a small town with local markets and kids playing in the street rather than the hustle and bustle in linkon city. stepping inside i feel out of place, my uniform feels too tight, too short.

knocking on an office door, a smooth silky voice calls out,

"come in, my child." a tall, dark haired figure stands in front of me. i gulp.

he adjust his glasses, looking down at me. he steps to the side allowing me to walk into the office.

"would it be possible for- for uhm.. a confession?" the words come out like mush, i cant tell if its from nervousness or the heat thats starting to coil in my stomach.

"well, this is short notice. i have a service starting soon, but i can find someone to accommodate you."

"thank you father…"

"father zayne." he pulls out a chair for me before leaving. i assume he's getting another priest.

sitting in the office, i swing my legs out of habit. i still remember his voice.

"be careful not to hit your legs pipsqueak.. i don't want to bandage you again.."

i sigh, bringing my legs to a halt.

"sorry, gege.. i forgot." i murmured, my fingers instinctively reach for that stupid dog tag. i press my thumb pad into the apple charm. holding onto the last part of you, of us.

father zayne returns breaking me from my thoughts. i quickly slip the tag back into my bag,

"follow me, my child."

the steps down the church hallway are silent, opening the door to a confession box. i shuffle in mouthing a small "thank you" as he closes the door.

thats when i hear it. his, stupid, honey sweet voice, and that slight lisp that i could never forget.

"in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirt."

:...gege?" it slips out before i could stop myself, i hear him stiffening. i can only imagine his broad shoulders barely fitting into his side of the stall. the same way he had to cram himself into grandmas car before school.

"pipsqueak?" he whispers, shifting again, "what are you doing here?"

"shouldnt i be asking you that? i thought you.. my friend - she- she told me to confess about my guilt when the explosion happened. to mourn you!!"

i wait with no avail, did he leave? was he angry with me?

"are you.. are you even listening to me gege?!" another beat passes, and with an airy voice he can barely mumble out a proper "yes" he follows with more breathy explanations "pips— "m sorry. you don't know how much i've missed you. how i've had to watch you from afar, secret mission. had to leave — missed you so much."

his fist slams against his side of the confessional. i can practically see his bottom lip jutted out, abs flexing under the black and white robe, the sound of him spitting into his hand. i cant help but follow along.

my fingers find their way in my mouth. resting on-top of my tongue before i pull them out with a quiet pop!

"Fuck— pips.. tell me- tell me your sins. confess to gege. i'll help you atone for whatever it is. gege will make it all better."

i shake my head on the other side of the confessional as if he could see me.

"gege— cant! 's too embarrassing."

"no, no, no pipsqueak! there's no reason to be embarrassed.. you can tell gege, you'll be a good meimei right?" his voice is strained and his breathing rapid. i hear his hands moving frantically along his shaft. "dont you remember when we were kids? and those kids mmph-bullied my meimei on the playground, you were so embarrassed. too stubborn to admit you needed your gege's help. but you were such a good girl- told me and i took care of it didnt i? tell me what's hurting my meimei i'll fix it like before-"

"gege! i— i thought it was all my fault.. i missed you so much!" my fingers slowly push in i clench my thighs. my other hand snaking up my shirt, lifting my bra. my brows furrowed as i tried to focus on caleb's words. my mind is barely able to keep up, my words slip out; a messy confession.

"mmmph—! explosion— no one left- dog tag! your dog tag gege!" i move as fast as i can. back arching from the confessional wall. moans barely concealable.

"do you want to atone for your sins, my child? do you want to make it up to your lord and your gege?"

"yes! fuck—- yes! i'm ready to be saved!"

"cum for me, meimei, cum for your lord. show us how sorry you are."

i grip the curtain on the stall, fingers rubbing against my clit. my eyes shut tightly imagining caleb on the other side touching himself even harder. wanting me even more than i wanted him. (which was practically impossible).

"gege—! gege!"

"thats it- dont stop. we're almost there! almost enlightened, pipsqueak!"

a squeal leaves my lips, orgasm crashing into me like waves. my chest heaves as i slump back against the wall. a few seconds of heavy breathing passes, i slip off my panties. holding the white lacy pair in my hand. leaning my head against the wall separating us.

“caleb?”

"yes?"

"please.. dont leave again."

"i won't, pipsqueak."

slowly, i move the curtain to the side catching a glimpse of his priest robes bunched up to his hips, legs spread. i drop my panties and his dog tag through the window before standing up.

"come find me gege, i'll wait for you."

Professor! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: A semster passes full of intense, seductive looks you finalize the first touch between Professor Cameron and you.

Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, taboo nicknames, light choking, fingering, sex

It's been such a long time since I've wrote.

Masterlist

Maybe opening my legs to a professor during class was not the most ethical way of going about my erotic fantasy but our attraction was not one-sided. When Professor Cameron asked questions seemingly to the whole class, why would his eyes linger on me only to answer it? When I would stay after class to inquire questions about what he assigned with quite revealing clothes why would he call me gorgeous and freely let his eyes sip me in? The way Professor Cameron would walk back and forth trying so hard to keep his eyes off his student, who is forbidden, had me aroused in more ways than imaginable.  

I could feel my white skirt ride up my thighs revealing my white lace panties. I knew Professor Cameron was looking by the stutter in his lecture talking about marketing. I wanted his greedy, lustful eyes to need more of me. I could see the sweat beads forming on his forehead, the gel in his hair failing as strands of his curtain bangs fell to the front, and the tense form of his posture. I had forgotten all about the lecture.  

I feel a tug on my dirty blonde knowing it is my friend Freya. “Focus on writing down notes and the lecture not prof. Cameron you slut.” She whisper-yells in my ear with a small teasing smile on her face. I sigh yet analyze the projector for missing information to type down which seems my busy mind has missed all the information of this marketing lecture. At the end of class I watched Professor Cameron run a hand through his hair and see his black silky button-up shirt, a button near the top not buttoned and his expensive looking dress pants. What could a handsome young man be doing in a lecture hall filled with stressed young adults?  

“Miss Y/L/N, if you could stay after class for a moment?” Professor Cameron inquired. We watched the students filter out of the classroom until there was no one left to hear our conversation. I packed away my laptop, walking to Professor Camerons desk a smile seductive smile plastered on my red lips. “Yes, Professor Cameron? Something wrong?” I ask too innocently. I watch his red face stare at me trying to calculate his words correctly. “What you are doing is inappropriate.” His serious words and stern face make me feel a bit intimidated, but I am not one to back down. “I’m not doing anything. My skirt may have been riding up accidentally but maybe you should not have been looking.” He scoffs at my excuse too knowingly. Professor Cameron steps closer to me and my legs hit the cold wood of the long desk. I’m forced to sit on it, my skirt riding up once again this time fully. “Months have gone by with you wearing these slutty, revealing outfits for me. Months that I have let you have this control over me. You must feel powerful, huh, sweetheart?” Professor Cameron whispers condescendingly and seductively in my ear. I feel his warm hands on my thighs, rubbing up and down slowly getting further up each time. “You're telling me you don’t like this? How I get you turned on during class and no one else knows besides you and me.” I sound like I'm asking but I’m not because I already know he loves the sexual glances or slutty skirts for him. I begin to feel his hard-on through the expensive black dress pants until I hear Freya calling my name. Quickly Professor Cameron steps away from me and I stand up fixing my skirt. I clear my throat, grab my bag, and quickly walk away from the professor.  

Freya is star-struck as I walk up to her. Jaw-dropped and in complete shock is what she tells me. “What the actual fuck!? Were you just hooking up with THE Professor Cameron? The one you’ve been crushing on this entire year???” Freya practically yells too everyone walking past. “Oh my gosh Freya shut up. I’m serious. If this gets out-” she cuts me off instantly “You’re my best friend. You know you can trust me. It's not like you haven’t gone on and on about how hot he is for months now.” She says rolling her eyes and I’m relieved I feel like I can trust her. “Sorry you’re right. Everything is so jumbled right now. How am I supposed to go to class tomorrow when he was touching me like that?” I say still in disbelief of the events that have played out today. We head back to our dorm as I spill the complete details of what happened but when night falls, I start to get anxious about everything that could happen tomorrow.  

I wake up throwing on a more business casual style consisting of beige trousers and a corset top that ties at the shoulders forming a bow. I could not put anything too wild today considering my nerves of seeing Professor Cameron had been shot. Freya and I walk to class slowly but surely as she is my support. Unfortunately, she sits behind me and I’m in the front row. Professor Cameron hasn’t shown up yet but by the time I think get lucky he’s at the front of the lecture hall turning on the projector. I hold my breath when he looks up around the class, his eyes not daring to set on me. It makes me feel upset that he isn’t acknowledging me even when he starts the lecture. I don’t get a glance or when I raise my hand for a question it’s like he doesn’t even see me. Class ends and I give Freya a heads up I will be a few and we’ll meet later.  

Professor Cameron is sitting at his desk, unmoving, until I speak up. “You decide to ghost me today?” I ask tensely, keeping a place in my own seat. He finally looks at me. The first time today. “This is practically illegal Y/F/N. I shouldn’t have touched you like that yesterday and kept our distance.” My heart drops. I can tell he’s lying. He doesn’t mean what happened yesterday was a mistake. “Stop. You don’t get to say that. All these long months and after one touch you give up? NO, you can’t do that, please.” My voice is small and on the verge of tears. Rafe’s face softens up. “If I touch you again, we’ll do bad things princess.” His raspy voice vibrates through me to the right places. “Maybe you should.” I leave it at that, and he walks over.  

Rafe motions for me to crawl over the desk. My legs are now hanging off the desk and Rafe pulls my hips closer to him letting me feel how hard his cock is. His big hand rests on my jaw forcing me to look up into his cerulean eyes, ones I could get lost in forever. I press my sweet, soft red lips to his. Rafe slides his tongue in my mouth and the kiss became hungrier as I grinded against him. I ran my hands through his already messy hair deepening the dirty kiss more. He pulls back a splotchy red face from our passionate kiss. “Is it okay if I take off your top baby?” The question takes me aback. It’s not what I’d expected, or I've gotten to use to horny guys. I nod with a sweet smile. Rafe slowly pulls a sheer string to the shoulder parts of my corset top. He bends down kissing my neck down to my collarbone leaving little love bites all the while being gentle to unzip the back of the corset. I moan out softly at the sweet and sexy feeling of his mouth gliding down my neck. Once the corset is off, I unbutton his white-collar shirt and begin kissing down his abs placing each kiss softly until I’m at the hem of his blank dress pants.  

I give him a deceiving sexual grin as I kiss Rafe’s hard cock through his pants. I look up at him seeing his red complexion and coarse grunts while I tease him. “Does my favorite professor like this?” I question coming back face to face. Rafe nods pressing his hot lips back to my neck making me fall back onto the desk. He brings his lips back to mine and begins unbuttoning my trousers, pulling them off, and rubs his warm fingers over my pink laced panties. I can feel how wet I am by the lace panties sticking to me and when Rafe says, “Fuck are you always this much of a whore for your professors?” I moan too loudly, pushing myself closer into his fingers needing more than this. Rafe grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him. “Answer me princess.” He says sternly now pushing my panties to the side lightly sliding his finger through my folds teasing my clit with each brush which compels a soft whimper out of me. “No professor Cameron I’m only your dirty secret.” With that response he shoves his middle finger in me. An unwarranted pornographic moan comes from my mouth clearly turning my professor on even more. Rafe’s middle and index finger are now quickly sliding in and out as well as repressed moans from me, so I don’t alert anyone to come into the lecture hall considering how big it is and voices bounce off the walls. “I need more Professor, please.” I beg as I begin to spasm around Rafe’s long fingers on the edge of releasing.  

On the brink of release his needed fingers disappear from inside of me. I moan out no, practically begging Professor Cameron to keep using his fingers. “Such a good little student laying down-” Professor Cameron pauses and I hear him unbuckling his belt, pants dropping, and suddenly feeling his cock brush my entrance. He glides his hard cock through my wetness and continues “taking this cock like such an obedient student.”  

As much as I try to be quiet I physically can’t when my professor pounds me into the table on my back and legs around his waist feeling every inch of his cock inside my tight pussy. Professor Cameron wraps his large hand around my throat leaning down to give me deep, passionate yet sloppy kisses and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. My hands find his back nails digging into his muscular shoulders. “Fuck Professor it feels so good,” I drone off with a moan and my nails scratching down his back my boobs bouncing with each thrust of his cock. I hear Rafe groan whispering in my ear how good I’m taking him such a seductive, sweet, soft whisper.  

“I’m so close Professor,” My eyes roll, nails dragging along my professors back, and spasming around his hard cock. A loud sweet moan comes from my messy swollen lips and a few seconds after me I feel Professor Camerons hot cum fill me up. He pulls out sitting on the long desk table beside me, breathing heavily. I keep my naked, sweaty body on the table for a few minutes, taking this warm feeling in. “That was amazing.” Professor Cameron in his euphoric mind states and I couldn’t agree more.