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//shakes 8ball After that very consensual happenings, heres some super fucky shit!!!
@OkutaKagero bc u gave me brainworms and ilu sm
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AFO/OFA
// incest + forced feminization + crossdressing + obsession + noncon + crying + trans!OFA +AFO (hes his own tag hi) + body worship
@OkutaKagero bc u gave me brainworms and ilu sm
AFO/OFA
// incest + forced feminization + crossdressing + obsession + noncon + crying + trans!OFA +AFO (hes his own tag hi) + body worship
Before his younger brother ever passed on his quirk, ever understood how, and when he was still just All for One& #39;s weak, quirkless little brother; sweet, so pretty, and so very very useless. So useless that he wanted to protect his brother in his own way, keeping him close by his
side, open to his will and whims in the world he was trying to create, one of evil and fear, where the strong ruled and the weak masses cowered.
The masses His brother- his poor, dear brother, not just weak but FRAIL, so easily crushed in his hands if he so chose- would be a
The masses His brother- his poor, dear brother, not just weak but FRAIL, so easily crushed in his hands if he so chose- would be a
part of, were it not for him. His love, and his devotion and protection, and He knows for this reason his brother doesnt fight, as He presses his nose to his nape, nosing hair aside as he ties the lacings at his brothers spine, grinning against his pretty pale skin when He yanks,
knocking the air out of him as he threads the next lace, his little brother trembling, nails biting so hard into the desk He has him against that He swears hes going to shunt them up into the rest of his fingers, swears he can see hairline cracks start to form where theyd been
anxiously gnawed down.
(It was hilarious, honestly! He wondered for what reasons his brother could be ever be anxious! Was he keeping things from him, he wondered?)
He cant help but laugh, breathy against that smooth nape, shifting the soft laces into one large hand as He lets
(It was hilarious, honestly! He wondered for what reasons his brother could be ever be anxious! Was he keeping things from him, he wondered?)
He cant help but laugh, breathy against that smooth nape, shifting the soft laces into one large hand as He lets
his other creep heavily up his brothers side, hooking his arm beneath his brothers to pull his hair aside, whispering for his brother to Relax, and wanting nothing more to breathe all the air from his brothers lungs, swallow him down, and swallow him whole when the breath that
leaves his little brother trembles. He croons at him sweetly, raking his fingers over his exposed collarbone, as he slides them back to continue lacing him into the corset of the gown that was whiter than his hair, whiter than the delicate eyelashes that Hed seen pressed against
the highs of his cheeks, dusted pink from... Exertion perhaps? An excellent start. By the time he was done with him, he wanted his skin patchy, uneven and red, wanted to purple his wrists and thighs beneath his hands and-
He sighed again, pressing his forehead to the top of his
He sighed again, pressing his forehead to the top of his
brothers spine. Patience, he reminded himself, patience. The patience befitting this play, with the one he loved the most dressed all in white, ready to go down the aisle, but without anyone to walk him down it, as the only one able to was awaiting him at the altar.
Nevermind
Nevermind
the fact that theyd be skipping straight to the honeymoon, once he collected himself, freed himself of his fantasies for just long enough to pull the breath from his sweet brothers lungs a couple more times, and his weak little brother being so STRONG for him, supporting himself
on shaky arms for him. Only for him. All of him, just for him.
Hed been preparing for this for so long, that he fully intended to savor this, finding the gown to suit his brother perfectly, as simple and plain as he was, and just as lovely. A low neckline that budded with sheer
Hed been preparing for this for so long, that he fully intended to savor this, finding the gown to suit his brother perfectly, as simple and plain as he was, and just as lovely. A low neckline that budded with sheer
sheer lace to cover his thin arms down to the backs of his hands, that left his back bare enough that if He wanted he could run his knuckles down each frail bump of his spine. And the corset was perhaps him being a touch too self-indulgent, but it smoothed his brother out
beautifully, smoothing where he was soft in the stomach and hips. Taking the measurements for him had been such a thrill too, his brother keeping that strong face even when the measure had pulled too tight, the dear.
Just like now, so weak but with that strong face, the clench
Just like now, so weak but with that strong face, the clench
of his jaw, and how well he obeyed, hands against His desk still, and nails not biting ugly marks into his palms. Any marks he wanted by his hand, not from his little brothers lapses in strength, his breaking conviction.
He remembers the look that had earned him, and how he
He remembers the look that had earned him, and how he
wanted to drink it down, even now, revulsion burning in those tired, tired eyes.
He ties the last of the strings neatly, smoothing his hands lovingly down his brothers back, and then down over his rear... And then, with a swift kick from the tip of his dress shoe, He strikes his
He ties the last of the strings neatly, smoothing his hands lovingly down his brothers back, and then down over his rear... And then, with a swift kick from the tip of his dress shoe, He strikes his
little brothers heel, grasping his wrists to keep them pinned when he startles, gasping with pain but having nowhere to go when He presses against him from behind, forcing him to straighten, hips pinned to the edge of the desk.
He grinds against his brothers tailbone, just that
He grinds against his brothers tailbone, just that
little bit taller. He hisses for his brother to keep his hands where they are, not to move, to be a Good Wife and drinks the repulsed shudder deep, thrives on the way it sounds like his brothers swallowing down his own bile. He lays kisses, feather light, from where his brothers
shoulder isnt covered with that delicate cradle of lace, and up his neck as he eases away, still keeping his brother against him but now with a hand over his now-smooth stomach, corset petal soft against his palm as he eases the skirts of the gown up. His brother shivers against
him, but still doesnt move, the only sound from him being the catch of his breath as He puts his hand between his brothers thighs, finding the velvety folds of his cunt and sinking his fingers into him, rubbing and caressing him, toying with that sweet bundle of nerves crowning
his folds until his brothers shaking again, growing so very hot and so very loose with how well He knows him. (He jokes to him, between kisses to his skin about what a poor bride he is, and how poorly white REALLY suits him, no matter how pretty he looks clothed in it from head
to toe)
Theres the consistent flush of pink to his cheeks and down his throat now, and He grinds against him again, letting his brother feel how affected he is, feel his size, and all with nowhere for him to go, except further onto the fingers hooked into his cunt. All that
Theres the consistent flush of pink to his cheeks and down his throat now, and He grinds against him again, letting his brother feel how affected he is, feel his size, and all with nowhere for him to go, except further onto the fingers hooked into his cunt. All that
escapes his brother is a weak noise from behind his teeth.
And what a noise it is, so affected, and he cant resist now (not that he was ever one good at stopping himself) and keeps his hands careful as He turns him around, hiking the skirt of his gown (kept simple, to make a
And what a noise it is, so affected, and he cant resist now (not that he was ever one good at stopping himself) and keeps his hands careful as He turns him around, hiking the skirt of his gown (kept simple, to make a
smooth silhouette, and so there werent nearly so many layers to struggle with when it came time to sink in) and lifting him with all the strength in his arms that his brother lacks, bringing his brothers loose arms over his shoulders as he lays him back on the desk, climbing atop
him and there, on his brothers face, as hes laid out on the dark wood of his desk, pale hair like his fanned out around his head like a halo, are tears, silent and shimmering on pink cheeks.
And with eagerness pounding in his chest, feeling His smile damn near splitting his face
And with eagerness pounding in his chest, feeling His smile damn near splitting his face
he all but rushes to join him, hooking slender thighs over his elbows as he grasps for his brothers elbows, folding him upon himself to press in deep
(Its easy enough. He hadnt let his brother have shoes beneath the dress, so why would he have allowed anything else?)
(Its easy enough. He hadnt let his brother have shoes beneath the dress, so why would he have allowed anything else?)
