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can i please request 🥺 nsfw stepbrother!yaku 🥺

Of course lovely!! I love him uwu ❤️ . Hope you like it!

It’s not your fault, had you been able to meet him first, before your parents met, maybe you could of dated normally, then this wouldn’t of been wrong, though really, if it felt this good how could it be wrong.

Yaku hovered above you, arms flexed and sweat beading on his forehead as he pumps his hips against yours, cock splitting your velvet walls open as a well placed thrust pulls a particularly loud moan from you. He drops to his elbow, hand quickly covering your mouth, “shh, your mom is downstairs,” he whispers urgently into your ear, hips stilling as he listens carefully for any sign they’ve been caught. A few heartbeats pass before he shifts, arms underneath your knees, driving into you at a deeper more intense angle. Your hands fly up to your mouth trying to keep as quiet as possible.

The new angle is mind numbing, your eyes roll back as yaku pounds you relentlessly, your gummy walls flutter around him spastically, back arching as you cream around him, his name falling from your lips in a whispered chant “Yakkun soo good, love you” you breath into his ear, nibbling the lobe gently. His hips stutter as he fills you to the brim, “agh, love you too, sis” he teases as he settles on the bed holding you close, you fall asleep in his strong arms, his cum running from your tight hole.

ok i had a weird and very taboo idea. Step brother yaku with a breeding kink.

Here ya go lovely! Hope you enjoy. Could be read as a pt2 to my other stepbro yaku.

The longer this affair went on the more risky you guys got, case in point, yaku had you pressed into the carpet, legs resting on his shoulder as he folds you into a perfect mating press. Your slick fluids running down your ass and yaku’s thighs creating a wet spot on the carpet below. “A-aah Yaakun, s’too much!” You slur out cutely making him chuckle at your expense, hand moving to rub your clit fiercely, “come on baby , cum on my cock so I can, ugh, fill you up, put a baby in ya,” he blabbers but the thought he imprints in your brain, you round and happy with his child, makes you sob in sweet release as you cream on him cock, it dosent matter what your parents think, you’re going to have yaku’s baby, he’ll make sure of it.

Step-dad Enji Todoroki

I really hope you all like it! Especially the requester. I’d also like to apologize for the long wait! So I hope you all enjoy!

You don’t know how you got here, standing naked in the middle of the spacious home office. Your mother was gone on a business trip, leaving you alone with your step father, japan’s #1 hero, Endeavor aka Enji Todoroki, “p-papa?,” you sqeak out, he grunts on acknowledgment, “can...can I get d-dressed please,” you shuffle in place, wringing your hands as he finally looks up at you for the first time since requesting you come to his office and then commanding you to strip naked. His blue orbs are mesmerizing as he motions for you to come close, you hesitantly approach him, walking around his desk to stand directly in front of him, as you know he expected.

His large hand cups your face gently, the other finding you hip, guiding you closer, pulling you into his lap, you whimper weakly as the hand kneading your hip moves down, smoothly gliding the soft plain of your belly, fingers bury themselves into your soft folds, quickly finding your sensitive clit and pinching gently, a wanton moan is pulled from you, his other hand quick to cover you mouth, “Quiet little flame, you wouldn’t want anyone to come find you like this?” He growls into your ear, finger slipping inside your tight hole, curling to massage your gummy walls. You shake your head rapidly, mouth opening, tongue farting out to kitten lick at the thick fingers near your mouth, Enji smirks before stuffing two into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them, before letting you suck on them cutely.

Enji has his eyes focused on his other hand as he fucks a thick finger into your dripping hole, “mmh~ you’re such a good girl for me, little flame.” His praises send you mewling around the fingers fucking you mouth, they press against your tongue and slip to your throat causing you to gag, you already tight cunny squeezes tighter. Enji pulls his fingers from you, hooking your legs over his knees, spreading his own legs to force yours apart to get a better view before plunging two fingers into your cunt. You writhe against his, tears welling in your eyes, as you whine pathetically, “p-papa, pleEase,” you small hands push his upper arm in weak protest “n-no more,too-Aah-too much!” Your desperate whines muffled and slurred due to the fingers massaging your tongue. He hooks his fingers deep inside you, your walls tightening impossiblely tight around them “cum in my fingers little flame, cum and I’ll stop” he promises, content to grind his fingers deeply, heel of his hand grinding into your engorged clit. You rock your hips desperately, his deep rough voice, the catalyst to your unraveling, your cunny creams and flutters around his fingers, he chuckles “there’s a good girl, always so good for papa,” ,he pulls his fingers from both your mouth and your throbbing cunt, pats you on the thigh, “now be a dear, and bring me my dinner, we’ll continue afterwards,” he gently pushes you from his lap and refocus on his paperwork leaving you to your duties.

curiosity killed the cat. it’s the anon who requested the breeding kink with stepbro yaku here. I’ve been thinking, how would that go down if he did get you knocked up. The drama would be nuts

Oh yes! Such drama! Thanks for requesting ♥️

Pt.3 of stepbro yaku goodness

You small hands tremble, from excitement or nervousness, you just didn’t know, the plastic stick in your hands confirming what you thought, you were in fact pregnant, with your step-brothers baby. Of course Yaku is the one you tell first, and he’s overjoyed, tears prick at his eyes as he drops to his knees, hands on your sides and face nuzzling your still flat tummy, planting kisses all over it.

Your parents are furious, mainly at themselves surprisingly, how could they not of noticed, it was obvious in hindsight, the way your hands were always on the other, always together and astonishingly close despite not growing up together. Of course it wasn’t sibling love you shared, you never considered the other as a sibling, it had been love at first sight.

They’d kick you guys out, not wanting the shame, but also not wanting to waste the effort of trying to separate you. But Yaku is amazing, he dotes on you head to foot. When you get your own place together, he does everything any painting, fixing, and building of furniture. As your belly grows rounder, he just gets even sweeter, when he gets home, he’ll spend an hour telling the baby all about it, kissing your belly with every kick, none of his friends ever hear anything other than “baby this, baby that, my wife this , my wife that” he’s always boasting about you, his little wife, even if you’ve never officially married, and the baby you’ve blessed him with.

When he finally holds his baby for the first time, he can’t help it, he cries and almost doesn’t give them to you at all, so entranced by how small and perfect they are in his arms. When he finally hand you the baby, he places kisses all over you have, thanking you between each kiss, he’s going to be the best dad ever.

hi i love your writing so much! can i pls request an nsfw au of stepbrother akaashi? i’m such a sucker for your stepbrother aus bye

Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it :)

Akaashi would be such a good step bro. He really loves and cares for you, he doesn’t even plan on telling you about his feelings for you, but he also can’t keep them to himself, so he confided in his best friend, Bokuto, but of course, while hanging out all together one afternoon, Bokuto let’s fly Akaashi’s dark crush. He tries to cover it up, say that Bokuto misunderstood him, but you’re quicker then him, your hands find his own “I like you too!!” You sqeek out, nerves making you shiver. Akaashi can’t help the wide smile in his face as he leans in to kiss you, Bokuto excuses himself from the house, the two of you losing yourselves to the feeling of the others lips. It doesn’t take long before he has you pressed into his mattress, legs hooked on his shoulders, driving his thick cock deeply into your warm cunny. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, as long as you keep cumming on his cock, Keiji would go to the ends of the earth for you.

would you write more about stepdad!koing and princess!reader including rape?

King-Stepdad-König x Princess-Stepdaughter-reader. 👑

CW: GANGRAPE/RAPE, STEPCEST, NON-CON/DUB-CON, ROYALTY AU. MDNI 18+

PHOTO CREDITS: x_bruisedpeach_x on 🐦/X.

It's not uncommon for the King to allow his guards and knights to have their way with his beloved stepdaughter, under his watchful and protective gaze, of course. He's overprotective with you, he'll berate a soldier if they make you bleed, replacing their cock with his own to try and comfort you. The knights work hard to protect his girl, it's only right if they get a piece of what they're protecting.

If you want to get into a relationship, they have to be royalty. He doesn't want an old pervert to creep on you. Your stepfather wouldn't mind if you wanted a relationship with him, but you're visibly disgusted by his presence and touch. You'll get used to it, Liebling.

He makes sure that you're a virgin until your twenties, where König allows you to finally go out and find someone who will be approved by König. If you don't want to, he'll arrange a marriage, it just means you have less freedom and choice, Taube...

He'll watch the entire thing, listening to your moans and whimpers, how you whine about how painful it is. It's a lesson for you to stop being so eager to break free from his love. König will make sure he cleans all the cum from your cunt with his dirty mouth while you wiggle and complain about his perversity, screaming that he's a horrible bastard while he chuckles and rolls his tongue over your sweet spot, earning himself a pleased whimper.

You wear König's crown while sucking him off, as a reward for being brave, for taking such a large and lengthy thing inside your mouth and down your throat. He'll place one hand on the crown of your skull, pushing you down until you're gagging and crying pathetically. It's greedy – sinful for the King to be so lustful, but God, you're his prized possession and he wants to be the first thing inside every hole you have.

“Das ist es, Prinzessin. Du nimmst mich so gut, genau wie ich es mir vorgestellt habe.” (That's it, princess. You take me so well, just like I imagined.)

I HAVE A (kinda) stepdad!König+DBF!Horangi

so it was a while ago but I reealllyyyy liked the one u did where reader’s sort of hooking up w/ soap and ghost on the side?? If u remember that

I was wondering if you could do a story where they’re sort of just hooking up occasionally (as often as reader can get away) but clearly both the boy like them and want to further it but she’s worried about König and Horangi finding out.

pretty much they notice her exhibiting really weird behaviors in and out of bed towards them?? She’ll freak out if they approach her a specific way (not knowing König and Horangi take advantage of her that way) or sort of doesn’t rly care about her own pleasure cuz she’s sacrificing it for theirs…just sort of stuff that makes Soap and Ghost go “uhhh 🧍🧍‍♂️that’s kinda weird innit” (they’re presenting traits of being groomed/manipulated/raped/etc)

anyways somehow Soap and Ghost find out ab what’s going on at home and….yeah they’re not happy 😬😬

Thank you for your consideration!!!

— 🌘 !

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, implied smut, abuse, implied kidnapping, possessive behaviour, implied one night stand, implied crush, kinda poly, tell if I missed any.

They weren’t saints. If anything, they were the farthest thing possible from good-natured men, with kind hearts and sound morals. Ghost and Soap were sick men, soaked in bloodshed and tragedy, gunpowder and tears, they weren’t good men, they were simply men doing another’s dirty work to keep the world safer. They’d seen their fair share of filth on this earth, the most depraved and savage monsters that found pleasure in plundering and killing, covert crimes done under the nose of most civilians, and hushed exchanges for prizes. They, themselves, have committed unforgettable and unforgivable acts, torture, murders, arson, and so, so much regrettable things that would forever scar their victims.

But this- your situation was gut-wrenching, in a way that twisted their guts and made their throats tight, deathly silent in the brewing rage. From Simon, who had an abusive up-bringing and torturous life, morals and ethics twisted beyond normalcy and comprehension; to Johnny, who’s busybody life turned darker and darker with every life he’s taken, bodies piling over bodies, a permanent reminder that he wasn’t the same bright-eyed and goodwilling saint he was when he first enlisted. 

They were mad: Simon enraptured in wrath, burning hotter than hell’s fire, whose rage rivaled one of God; and Johnny bubbled with rage, running through his veins like rivers of magma, scorching everything on his path to ash and rock. They were enraged to see the way you were used and forced into a new purpose by older men —much, much older men that they knew. Whereas Simon seethed silently, Johnny screeched loudly, words stumbling in a crazed frenzy.

It just- it simply wasn’t a good-natured frenzy. Ghost and Soap were not good men. It stemmed from jealousy and emotional possession. The many dates that you’d suddenly canceled, calling in a rain check that they had listened, were because you’d been fucked numb, legs too weak to walk or support you, tied to your bed or filled with another man’s cum. How rarely they met you outside of simple bar nights with your girlfriends before you’d hookup with them for the night until you had to leave. Or your reoccurring bruises, hidden under the clear lie of being clumsy, a white lie, truly, but a lie nonetheless and they hated liars. 

And the worse thing, the one that hits the most, was that you were being fucked, and abused, and taken advantage of by men they constantly butted heads with. Once enemies, always enemies. They didn’t forgive or forget in their business, and their rivalry would continue until one or the other had died. Ghost would plan, scheme your taking and Soap would take care of you, a man much softer than his rough hide. Soap would gently introduce you into your new life, and if it does work, then Ghost would have to step in, eyes dark and heart frozen over. 

You’d eventually like living with them. At least you liked them.

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HIII I SUPER LOVE UR WORKS!! can u do a stepdad!konig that got her stepdaughter!reader pregnant hksisjsjs

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, forced pregnancy, mention of abortion, breeding kink, age gap, age difference, tell me if I missed any.

You’d been… shockingly quiet these past days. Cooped up in your room with little to no interaction with both him and your mother, or with Horangi unless they imposed themselves on you, knocking until you broke in and forced you to listen to them. Mumbling incoherent and sobbing writes that left him confused at most hours despite having heard everything from your pleading cries and grumbling moans when he fucked you in your bed. Or the sudden cold shoulder you gave everyone : him, your stepfather; Horangi, his best friend; and your mother. 

Your rapid change had affected more than him, he supposed, having being forced to comfort your mother when you wouldn’t leave your room unless absolutely necessary. He had to whisper reassurances, mumble out promises that you were fine and kiss her worried tears away like a loving husband would, caring and tender and perfect, but he was getting sick of this act he had to play. She was a means to an end, someone König used to reach his goal. Cruel, some would say, but so was life, and he wasn’t averse to bend the world around him to fit the mould of his small paradise. 

He wasn’t mad —no, how could he when you were being so good? You stayed home, within an arm’s length from him and Horangi, and oh, so accessible to both their hunger and affection. So near that you were seconds away when he or Horangi needed some entertainment when sitting in the office and writing reports became too boring —repetitive and uninspiring. His access to you had grown exponentially, and so had his needs, seeing that you were always home.

He was - would be - proud, truly proud if not for the oddness of it all. The sudden isolation, the sudden silence, the sudden introverted behaviour. It was as if his once bright Schatzi turned into a lonely hermit. König had his worries, ones that he openly shared with Horangi when in your presence, catching the nausea you felt, the morning sickness and the quiet apprehension about their need to question you over and over. 

But it hadn’t clicked in their minds how weirdly coincidental it all was, they were seemingly oblivious to your plight —confused and worried, but all so, so confused about your behaviour. Most questions went unanswered, inquiries ignored and worried glances shrugged. It was a mystery when you wouldn’t tell him anything, keeping your lips sealed and silent while you did… whatever it was you kept hushed in your bedroom. 

Until he stumbled into a pregnancy test, used and accompanied by an old receipt that dated to a week or two prior. It all made sense then, the small clues he picked up left and right aligning to fit a certain scenario. One that both he and Horangi had been striving to reach for a while now. He now had an oversight over all your actions: the pregnancy test, the isolation, the many tabs about abortions and paper clips for different clinics and hospitals. 

Now that he knew, König could finally take action like he was taught. He would plan and strategise to further your pregnancy with or without your explicit consent. He will have this child.

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cw: rape/non-con, stepcest, dd:dne 🔞

stepdad-ghost who forces his son, soap, to have sex with his slutty, mischievous stepsister. (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ it's soap's responsibility to make protect his stepsister, by impregnating her and claiming ownership, whether he likes it or not.

or perhaps, stepdad-price and his three sons, gaz, simon, and soap :3

any thots™ on older, loser stepbrother-könig who is an expert at manipulation and coercion? (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants - because if you turn him down or reject him, he'll get your mother to scold you, or will threaten to create a rumour about you that will ruin your entire life, that will isolate you and force you to become his personal sex slave, because he's the only one who'll accept you and love you unconditionally, you just don't realise it yet.

you'll be sobbing the entire time, rocking your hips back and forth, and squirming at könig's gross touch. the disgust, shame, and nausea that fills you leaves you light-headed and dizzy, with your vision becoming blurry and your entire body jerking and twitching. don't be afraid to knock yourself out, take a hit from his joint, or let your guard down around him - it'll be less painful and mentally draining when you're unconscious and unsuspecting. :3

feel free to ignore - i had to let the brain worms out. 🪼

Orla you've been cooking so good lately. Love you 💖💖

TW: STEPCEST. RAPE. BREEDING KINK. MANIPULATION. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Your mom gets so pissed when you don't want to do what König demands because you will not break up the family. She will absolutely plaster all those pictures and videos of you being your stepbrother's slut all over the internet if you don't give him what he wants. She's only doing what's best for you and the family after all. Surely, you're not going to disappoint your family, are you?

He'll invite his friends over and they'll pass you around like a cheap whore. Sometimes, you'll be passed out drunk but most of the time you're not because they love when you try to put up a fight. They love listening to your screams when they're ripping your clothes off, when they're trying to stuff all your holes at once. The ones who don't get a hole you're forced to jerk off. König will watch, fisting his cock as you cry and beg him to make them stop. He loves seeing your abused holes dripping with cum and how beautifully painted your stomach and tits are with it.

Then he'll fuck you when they're done, stuffing his meaty, leaking dick into your aching and raw pussy, making you say "Thank you, König" over and over with each brutal thrust of his hips as a show of appreciation for what he gives you. He's showing you how good it is to be with a real man instead of those useless boys. They can't take care of you like your brother can. Why do you always have to instigate them when they come over?

When you tell him with tear filled eyes that you're late, he locks you in his room for your own protection. It makes his cock so hard to see your growing belly and leaking breasts that he can't help but suck on them and squeeze them together so he can fuck them, watching his milky load drip down your neck and chest. He plows into your soaked cunt, so fucking greedy from the hormones, your gummy walls not wanting to let him go as you cum over and over.

He's made you an unthinking slave, begging and crying for his cock the second you wake in the morning, and begging to cockwarm him at night when you sleep so you're always full. And König won't deny you any of it. He knew you'd be his forever.

any thots™ on loser, stepbrother simon?! 🍼

i'm in love with the concept of him being manipulative. he's the type to guilt trip his sweet stepsister into giving him a nice, sloppy blowjob after breaking up with his girlfriend, after she found out he was cheating on her with his own stepsister.

although he can't control his jealousy and envy when you begin crushing on johnny, his best friend.

he regrets ever introducing the two of you to each other. you ask simon if he'll hook you up with johnny, asking for the man's number, fawning over his instagram photos like a schoolgirl would do with her crush.

he wonders what johnny has that he doesn't. he'll compare himself, beating himself up and tearing himself down, attempting to appeal to you. eventually, he feels the need to force himself onto you after a screaming match, to get you pregnant so you're tied to him. he'll apologise profusely, cooing at your drunkenness, your body limp in his strong arms.

and what can you really say? you can't sit there and swoon over johnny anymore, when you're pregnant with your stepbrother's kid. you feel almost inclined to keep the baby (although the angst possibility if the reader got an abortion?! 👀)

feel free to ignore, my dear !! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) 💐

You Trust Your Brother, Yeah?

Pairing: Stepbrother!Simon x stepsister!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation, jealousy, possessive/obsessive behaviour, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, cheating, drunk/drinking, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, blowjob, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.1k Note: again, Orla, how could I possibly ignore such delicious thoughts????

He couldn’t believe his girlfriend - ex-girlfriend now - cheating so openly on him with a subtle post that she didn’t expect him to read, thinking him blind and a fool. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t a good boyfriend anyway, caring little about the plastic thing that clung to his arm, moaning and whining for his attention when she was gagging on another’s dick. Her initial use was for him to forget the growing obsession in his mind, the gnawing thought of absolution from taking over and making a mockery of his precious relationship. He used her cunt and mouth as much as she used his body to satisfy his need —despite her being of so little use to fulfill them, rarely satisfying him with her loose cunt and fake affection. 

He was shocked at her sheer stupidity, but now it meant that he could concentrate all his attention on you, give you all the love and affection you deserved within having to keep up a farce of a relationship and give you everything. And you made it so, so easy to succumb to his obsession, coming to him in misplaced sadness about finding out he was cheated on. You were so pretty, in tears and mumbling soothing words, reminding him that he was better than his ex (but was he? He was a sick man with sick pleasures. How could he possibly be better than a woman that simply cheated on him when he was stuck dreaming about how tight his stepsister’s cunt was; or how warm his stepsister’s throat would be; or how soft and pliant you would be under the roughness of his hands. He was a sick and deranged man.) and how much you loved him. 

Despite your good intentions, he couldn’t ignore how his cock stirred at three simple words. Your I love you made his guts churn, something dark and pitiless sinking deeper and deeper, only adding to his unending obsession. You meant well, he knew that, wanting to comfort and soothe his false heartache, but he didn’t. He simply couldn’t when he could use this situation to further his plans, a dark presence whispering sweet promises in his ears. Now that he looked at you, on your knees and pretty eyes all teary, he simply had to try. 

“But- but isn’t that weird? We’re siblings, Simon,” you stuttered lowly, blinking bashfully at him with flushed cheeks. 

“No, it isn’t. Siblings take care of each other, no?” Simon spoke slowly, purposefully choosing his words carefully, “This is you taking care of me after my break up, Sweets.” 

You stumbled on your words, fidgeting under his gaze at the subtleness of his manipulation, innocently oblivious to his intentions. 

“I- I guess.”

You hadn’t fought him anymore, letting him handle you as he wished, giving him whatever he wanted without a single protest because he was right, wasn’t he? Choking on his cock and crying and whimpering while he stared down at you, your lips stretched around his girth and tongue pushing against the heaviness of him. He groaned whenever you gagged, your throat closing around his pre-leaking tip, your little mewls shaking him to his core and threatened to drive him over the edge much quicker than he wanted. It just proved how much you belonged to each other. How well you complimented him as much as he complimented you. 

You were just made for each other. 

He liked Johnny, he truly did, but at this moment, he hated him. Simon wanted to tear into Johnny, rip him to shreds and burn any lingering piece of him simply because he had your attention. You gaped his Johnny, eyes wide and cheeks red, fawning over how open and enthusiastic he was. Johnny’s brightness had brought him to like the Scot, so he understood why Johnny’s cheek and smile attracted you, brought you to leave his side for Johnny’s jokes and jabs. 

He loved Johnny as much as the next, but he wanted to choke the life out of his eyes simply for how better of a choice he was for you. Johnny was bright and bubbly, openly loving and tender, and Simon knew he would treat you well out of courtesy for his lieutenant and because he was a better man. Johnny didn’t have dark thoughts, a deep-seated possession for you - to own every fiber of your being - in every possible way. The dichotomy between them was shocking: Johnny acting as the light and Simon as the all-encompassing darkness that threatened your happiness. 

And how lovely you looked, clinging to Johnny’s side, listening to him write you tales of the Task Force’s less confidential Ops, nodding along and staring back at Simon in so much awe that he felt his knees quake. You were so easy to please, so easy to manhandle and control. If he called you to his side, you would’ve left Johnny’s side to cling to his, smiling up at him in all your innocent glory. You were so trusting of him, believing the sweet lies he muttered, and you rarely question him.

It almost pained him how much you believed him about everything. From his intentions to the wrongness of your coupling: letting your stepbrother bed you and fill you up, stretching your cunt impossibly wide that you’d be ruined for anyone other than him, too drunk to reject him or thinking clearly. He could still feel your warmth around his cock, his slick and tight you were, you had surpassed every expectations he had for you and had made his mind run miles to simply stay coherent and not mindlessly rut against you until you came around him. You’d shared your apprehension of your situation, but he’d calmed you down - gaslit you - with pretty lies and gift-wrapped half-truths, even to the point where morning sickness became much more apparent. 

You were worried about your sudden sickness, the mornings you spent hanging off the toilet bow, throwing up and gagging while he ran his fingers through your hair, soothing your aches as well as he could. He never told you why you had weird cravings, random bouts of fatigue and persistent sickness, he’d explained it as stress or a stomach bug, and you had believed him —stupid and loving and naive you had clung to his every word because he was Simon, your brother. And he wondered how would Johnny react if he ever learned that you were pregnant with Simon’s kid, knowing that a bastard like him had inseminated his stepsister and let her swoon over another men because he had to act normal despite the need to rip you from Johnny and lock you away from the world for his eyes alone. 

He wondered how Johnny would react if he every learned that both you and Simon were destined for each other.

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LENEEEE stepbro!john b???? 🎀🎀🎀

OMGGGGG! i haveee an ideaaaaa!!! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ SMUT!!! ignore any misspellings lol

“m’not whoring around or anything… it's just protection!!” you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. much to our dismay your stepbrother, john b, found your birth control and he’s not thrilled about the idea that his little step-sis is “running round the cut, getting her tiny pussy filled with other guys' dicks”. you reach for the pills that are held tightly in your stepbrother’s hand, only for him to reach the hand way above your head and walk straight to the bathroom.

“do you bring boys in here? into the house?…do i not give you everything you need? hmm?” he disappointedly sighs, not even looking at you as he opens the plastic and aluminum packet.

“no!! i promise i don’t, please just give it back!” you continue to cry, embarrassed, trying to reason with him to give them back to you.

“hm no, you don’t need these, bub.” he taunts, dumping the little pills in the toilet and flushing them faster than you can plead for him to stop.

“go sit on the bed and wait for me, i need a minute.” john b sighs and puts his hands on his hips like he’s disappointed.

“you're so mean ta’me johnny.” you sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes as you turn to go back to the room like he told you to.

after a painful spanking, he manhandled you to be face down ass up with your cheek squished against your pink pillow, drool evident on the cloth as your stepbrother stretched out your little pussy on his massive length. his strong hands gripping onto the sides of your hips, doing all the work by slamming your ass against his pelvis.

“hurts!” you whine, wanting to crawl away from him but also sooo far gone, so dumb you really can't focus on making full sentences let alone moving.

“you wanted to take birth control like a big girl, you gotta take it like a big girl.” he tuts.

“jombee you didn’t- put a condom!!!” you mumble into the pillow, “don’t cum inside me please jombee please.” you plea, but unfortunately nothing can be heard except for the low grunts of your stepbrother, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet sloppy squelching of your hole.

“you’re gonna get me pregnant…” whining, you try your best to muster up some energy to crawl away from his thrusts. but the attempt was fruitless because your stepbrother's grip was just too strong.

“that’s what m’doin bub.”

“you can’t!!”

“can and m’gonna, what’s everyone gonna think when they find out your big stepbro put his little baby in you hmm?” he taunts, smacking your pore little sore ass, making a loud crack sound.

“no more stupid boys chasin' you around that’s for sure…should’ve hidden the pills aaaa-lot better baby,” john b pauses his thrusts and you think that for a second he’s decided you’ve had enough of this punishment when he reaches hand over to your face, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

“needed that hmmm?” john b coos, making your pussy still pulsate around his dick,

“mmhm!” you moan as he’s slipping his glossy and slobbery digit out of your mouth and leaning back to continue to pound you into the mattress. as he’s back to thrusting into you your cries and whines start back up, even more so when he slips his thumb covered in your saliva into your ass.

"no!! no more!" you scream into the pillow.

“aaaalmost there baby, almost done…” he grunts, smacking your ass again, this time giving you two harsh smacks. "stay with me sweet girl." he watches as your cunt stretches around him and how your ass jiggles with every thrust, and you just know he’s going to knock you up tonight and there is nothing you can do but take it, helplessly. ᡣ𐭩

open to: females plot: your muse and my muse have never done anything before but clearly they want to. your muse asks to see my muse's cock. connection: step/sibling, best friend, cousin, neighbor, family friend. taboo welcome! feel free to message me to plot! happy to use a different muse.

"I'm not sure why you wanna see it so bad.." He chuckled softly, cheeks blushing a bright red. "I mean, I trust you. So if you really wanna see, I'll show you. But it would make me feel a lot better if you showed me yours, too."

how would stepbro!rafe react if his friends were ogling you and making gross comments about how badly they want you when they come over to hang out with him 😳 he’d be so angry and torn between telling them they’re not allowed to talk about you like that because he’s your protective older stepbro orrrr taking you upstairs and letting them listen to why he’s actually protective over you

i luv this idea w s1!rafe because he’s got more of a temper n the whole thing just seems more icky <33

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you were used to the stares from rafe’s friends — the ogling that wasn’t much different from the looks you received from your stepbrother himself. that distant look of amusement, the unabashed way they’d drag their eyes all the way down your body and back up as you speak — like you were a zoo animal behind glass. you barely noticed it anymore, the whole concept of ‘boys will be boys’ having been drilled into your head from rafe’s behaviour. after marrying ward, your mother had even noticed the way rafe looked at you, she’d even raised it with ward himself — who simply shut the whole thing down by telling her “hes a guy, honey. and… she’s a young girl walking around in a bikini i mean of course he’s gonna look. he just has to get used to the way things are around here. in no time, he’ll be seeing her as a sibling and treating her as poorly as he does sarah, trust me.”

but the looks didn’t go away, and with time you started to look back. enjoy his attention. to the point where you’d secretly end up on your back, with your big step brother ‘teaching’ you things that no other guy could, or would be allowed to teach you. your dirty little secret.

you knew rafe’s friends didn’t know — which surprised you, considering you thought rafe would jump at the chance to brag on something so pornographic. you figured they had suspected something was amiss with the two of you, from the way he would take any chance to put his hands on you to ‘mess with’ you, or from the way his eyes would drop to your ass when you’d walk away — but he hadn’t said a word, which to his friends meant it was free game.

after you’d walked out the room, having had a brief discussion with rafe about dinner plans — the eyes followed you until you disappeared into the hallway.

“shit, i nearly got up and followed her.” kelce fills the silence with a joke, causing the room of guys to erupt into laughter of agreement, even topper — the boy who prided himself on being the most ‘respectful’ slapping at his arm and nodding, chortling out something along the lines of “hey you said it not me!”

rafe chuckles himself, understanding the hype. you were smoking hot, and knowing he secretly had the girl they all wanted to himself filled him with a sense of sick pride. “yeah, alright.” he drawls, hoping to end the conversation there and then as he walks back around the couch and slumps down, chewing obnoxiously at his gum.

“you see the way that ass moves, man? shit i get hypnotised everytime she’s walking away.” another comments, followed by another chiming in with “hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave!” which of course had the room erupting into more laughter.

rafe got in his head pretty quickly after that. they were laughing, and not at you — at the idea that you were so easily accessible, and yet untouchable. perhaps they were laughing at the fact rafe wouldn’t be brave enough to make a move on you, due to the odds you’d been dealt — which couldn’t be further from the truth, but rafe didn’t enjoy the insinuation of disrespect. his smile slowly slid off his face, staring ahead, continuing to chew to curb that coke craving that his irritation fed him.

he feels a hand on his shoulder, some red faced try hard from the club that had tagged along back to tannyhill with barely an invite. he sucks in a breath of excitement, unable to continue what he was about to say through his laughter and rafe curls his lip up a little bit in disgust.

“bro, if that was my step sister… things would have got real pornhub in this house, i can tell you that for fr—” his words are cut off by rafe violently shoving the boy a little too hard off him, the guy crashing off the couch onto the floor. quiet falls over the group, now noticing rafe’s sudden change in mood. he doesn’t wanna seem too bothered, so he clears his throat and adjusts his polo collar.

“s’my fuckin’ stepsister you’re talkin’ about… alright? watch your mouth.”

the group decided to drop the topic after that.

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big brother choso

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT as with all my posts + entire blog thanks <3 ~gross smut ! stepcest, sister is written kinda immature but obvs over 18, fingering, sexxx

Big brother Choso, who always comes home late and exhausted- all he wants to do is take his hair down and run himself a bath.

Big brother Choso, who didn't realise his step sister was still awake until you tiptoe into the bathroom, seeing him stripped naked and plunging into the hot water.

You look so excited as you ask him~

"Choso, Choso, big brother, can I come in too?"

Big brother Choso, who at first refuses to let you in the bath with him after what happened last time. He tried so hard not to touch you, but the way your legs spread open just invited him to rub up your thighs to find your clit, telling you he wants to make you feel good.

"No, little sister. Would you like to wash my hair instead?"

Big brother Choso, who hates to see his sweet sister disappointed, so he lets you wash his hair and after some more begging, he caves and allows you into the tub.

Big brother Choso, who watches you take off your skimpy pyjamas, revealing your womanly figure as you sink into the hot, bubbly water with him. Although you're a couple of years younger than him, he thinks he could learn so much from you; from your body. He sighs with relief, feeling your warm back pressing up against his chest.

Big brother Choso, who holds you still to stop any of your mischief- he knows you fidget and wiggle like that on purpose.

Big brother Choso, who gets flustered when you ask him so sweetly~

"Please, Choso, will you clean me?"

Big brother Choso, who gives in to your whining and helps to wash you, massaging the soap over your body.

Big brother Choso, who only wants to look after his sister, but you can't help but take advantage of his kind and confused demeanor. You lead him on, guiding his hands over your skin, to places where he really shouldn't be touching.

He's not sure if it's wrong. It's not as if you're related directly, from the same womb. He's just always cared for you- and now you're older, he supposes it's ok... to grab at your boobs a little, under the guise of cleaning you there, then slip his big hands down your tummy, gently parting your legs.

Big brother Choso, who hums softly in your ear when he accidentally brushes his fingers over your folds.

"Big brother, that's my-"

"I need to clean you there, too."

He tells you that's what good big brothers do for their sisters.

"O-ok, like last time?"

"No, a little different."

This time he needs to get inside you. He teases your entrance then slowly slots his fingers in, feeling your hot and wet fluid coat up to his knuckles.

Big brother Choso, who groans when you start rubbing against his cock to the rhythm of his gentle pumping, till he's rock hard and sliding up your back.

"Big brother, what's that?"

Big brother Choso, who knows you're only pretending to be naïve. You've seen his cock like this before; all hard and leaky. You know what it means.

"Sister, just stay still."

He keeps fingering you and touching your little clit till you're crying for your big brother to make you finish. You just need that release... but he needs it too.

"Sister, do you trust your big brother?"

"Y-yea I do~"

"Ok, let me do something for you-"

Big brother Choso, who's losing himself now... telling himself that it's okay, kidding himself that you won't hate him for this... sliding his fingers out to replace them with his cock.

It's so much bigger, you let out a yelp. He struggles and you're crying and whimpering that you've never done it and it hurts and you don't know if big brothers really should be doing this with their sisters.

But he tells you it's okay and wraps you up in his arms, pulling you down till his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

Big brother Choso, who doesn't notice the water getting lukewarm now his body is burning up from using you like a fleshlight.

"I'm helping you, sister. I want you to know what it's like- with boys, before you leave me."

"I, I have to leave?"

"No, no," he kisses your neck and shoulders, "if you love big brother just stay here with me."

Big brother Choso, who's afraid his step sister might get fed up with his perverted tendencies one day... but he knows, now his cum is starting to surge and spurt out into you, that you're his for now.

"Little sister, I have to clean you again- oh, I've made such a sticky, wet mess inside you, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay Choso, w-will you clean me with your tongue?"

"Yes, little sister, bend over and show me- oh that pussy is stuffed full- oh, so pretty, let me, let me- mmhnn~"

Big brother Choso, who is so glad to know you're not innocent at all, and that perhaps you're quite perverted like him.

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FAMILY BONDING — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento. 

♱ warnings — stepcest, pseudocest, f!reader, step dads!gojo + nanami (age-gaps), some manipulation, step brothers!geto, itadori + megumi, megumi + itadori like when you call them nii-chan, fingering, aged!up characters, marking, possessiveness, daddy kink, dry-humping.

♱ note — i am stinky and i’m finally letting my stepcest weakness rear it’s head < 3 tokrev version.

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it was almost natural the way your step dad satoru fit into your life so easily, doting over and spoiling you like you were his own, indulging you with movie nights and rainy days spent wrapped up against his chest. he was always touchy with you, especially when his friends were over — eyes dragging along your body until satoru’s pulling you tight against his chest with a huff. it felt so right for something that was supposed to be wrong, but step daddy satoru always promised to keep your secrets.

“oh? you’re not hiding any boyfriends from your daddy, are you, sweet thing?” it should sound soft and playful, the tone of voice that satoru reserved only for you — his pretty little step daughter who he spoiled and loved so much. but his tone is low, hissed and he’s masking his words under the honey of a ‘parents care’ but the way he’s fucking you is fuelled by jealousy, an emotion that almost seems misplaced on his usually pretty, relaxed features. “n-no im not daddy, i promise!” you hiccup when you feel his cock push deeper into your pussy with a loud, wet sound and you feel like you’re losing all sense of self with how good he feels.

“hm, you’re only mine, pretty girl. you trust daddy, don’t ya?” the low hum that breaks from his throat feels like it drips through your spine when he rocks into you again and you wish you could say it didn’t feel good but fuck—it does, he does. your daddy was always so kind to you, he just never left your side because he cared about you he said, and now you’re feeling his big, warm hands smooth and squeeze at your exposed skin as his cock kisses along the sensitive spots inside of you. satoru’s lips feel like the burn you when they smooth along your neck, nibbling and kissing along the skin until it’s raised and blooming and he’s pulling away to admire his work, his lips curling into a smirk with another wet connection of his hips against yours. “yes! feels s-so good, daddy.”

“yeah? none of them would make you feel as good as i do, right, angel? treat you as good as daddy does, fuck—so good f’ me, always gonna be a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya?” satoru groans, his voice returning to its sickly sweet tone and your mind is too dizzy for you to even listen to him, so you nod and agree like the obedient little daughter he loved so much, and you make his heart swell when you let your lips part to moan his name. you’re so pretty and you’re being so good for him as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing and twitching around him and he always told you that good girls get rewards, and you were his best girl. so you almost scream when you feel his slender fingers trace between your bodies, rolling your clit expertly as you grab at his shoulders. “that’s my good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

step brother suguru was already so nice to you, like a good big brother should be and he was the best. always the type to hold you close to his chest when you knock at his door after a nightmare and you can’t help how warm you feel in his embrace, wrapped up in his huge arms and he can’t help the way his cock is straining against his boxers. he knows you notice it, feeling it prod against your abdomen but maybe you’ll let him ease your mind… and his.

“do you feel better on your step brothers cock, sweetheart? i’m here with you, won’t let anything happen to you.” suguru’s tone is smooth but sleepy when you feel his thick arm wrap around your waist to pull you closer, keeping you pressed against his chest as he pushes more of his thick length into your twitching pussy while his tongue kisses along your jaw. “feels better, sugu—ah!” you breath, whispery and pretty and the sound makes his cock throb from where it’s spreading your tight walls around him eagerly, drawing his hips back only to force it even deeper into you — to kiss along the spots that only your big brother can reach for you.

“look at me, pretty girl.” suguru hums, letting his fingers trail under your chin before he’s tilting your head to meet his so he can kiss you; pushing his tongue past your lips to suck on your own and the way you melt for him makes his lose all sense of what’s right and wrong — his perfect little sister who loves him so much makes him growl lowly before he’s starting a lazy, heavy pace that has you jolting in his hold, wound so tightly in his arms that he’s convinced himself you were made to fit there. you taste so sweet, and a little like home as he humps messily into your pussy and he’s past even trying to bite back his urge to resist you, so he lets it consume him.

“i’m here with you, shit—gonna take good care of you like i always do, sweetheart.” his words make the room feel like they’re spinning and when you nod it feels like his thrusts only grow harsher, like he’s burying them into your skin and engraving his shape into you. suguru would fuck you every night if it meant you’d stay with him forever, that’s why he was always so eager to be by your side — always insisting that he’s there everytime you leave the house and pressed into your side every moment that you’re home, so when you feel his cock kiss too deep inside of you, you feel bliss twist in your stomach because you know your big brother only does this because he loves you.

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

you’d be stupid not to notice the way your big step brother yuuji followed you around, so dumb and doting when it comes to his pretty little sister and you can’t deny the soft spot you had for him — he was harmless after all, pure muscle and needy touches, you couldn’t say no to him — not even when he’s bullying his thick cock into your little pussy like the best big brothers do.

“it’s c-cause yuuji-nii loves you, baby. gonna take good care of you like the, fuck—the best big brothers do.” yuuji grunts as he topples you, his movements are clumsy and eager when he cups your face in his hands to kiss you — wet and messy as he sucks on your tongue and licks into your mouth and he’s always just thought that he loves you a normal amount, this is what big brothers do right, love their little sisters. but any second thoughts he has, any doubts that maybe this is wrong melts with the first press of his cock into your tight cunt as you grab at him — pulling him closer and he feels dizzy thinking about how much you must love him too.

“‘m sorry, gonna make you feel good, only me, okay? promise?” yuuji groans, grabbing at your hips before he’s angling them up higher and he wants to take his time, to take care of you like your big, dumb older brother always does. but you’re squeezing around him and he’s bullying his cock into you like an animal in heat — wet, squelching sounds leaving the room while you ramble more yuuji-nii and hook your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into the abyss and he remembers when your parents had told him to take good care of his new sister, this was what they meant right?

you can barely breathe behind the pace your older brother sets, you feel like you’re crumbling under each heavy thrust as he ruts into your addictive heat and drags you along his cock. smearing spit and praise along your tits as he suckles and slurps against the sensitive buds of your nipples, taking them between his tongue and teeth while his heavy balls smack against your ass with each thrust. “you love me too, right? you’re so pretty, c-can’t stop thinking about you.” yuuji groans, burying his words into your skin and when you cry for him, “yes, yes i love yuuji-nii, so much!” it’s like his blown pupils swallow what little sanity he had left when he feels the first warning of his orgasm burst along his skin.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

he’d always been a little quiet, a little strange when you first met and you’d just filed his need to be close to you under that same file. but you indulged him, let him pull you into his lap and grind his cock against you just because it felt like you were bonding, getting him to finally open up when he insisted you call him ‘gumi-nii instead, it was a step in the right direction, right?

“do you like m-making your brother feel good?” megumi breathes from where he’s spread out below you, slender fingers splayed and squeezing along the dip of your waist as he mindlessly humps into your clothed heat — letting you feel how fucking hard you make him. the leaking tip of his cock twitches and leaves damp spots behind his underwear as his desire for you clouds the shame that turns his stomach. “please, say it.” he grunts again, cheeks and chest flushed as he bites on his lower lip and rolls his hips into yours again — whimpering when he feels your thighs twitch around him and his eyes flutter closed with something that’s both embarrassed but tender.

“y-yes, ‘gumi-nii. i wanna make you feel good.” you gasp when you feel his cock catch under the hood of your clit, making your fingers twist and pull at his raven hair as you chase the stimulation, meeting the desperate rut of his hips with your own needier ones. megumi was so gentle with you, albeit a little shy — but he’d always been that way and it was intriguing when you’d first met the man who’d suddenly become your brother, you’d become addicted to the way he grabbed at you, the way he moaned and yearned for the feeling of your body against his because you know it was how he told you he loved you.

“nobody is as pretty as my little sister, don’t wanna spend time with anyone else. fuck—you can’t leave, okay?” megumi whimpers, his eyes narrowed from where they’re finally meeting yours and his pupils are almost black with how blown they look — lust coursing through his body in waves when you swirl your hips in his lap against, making him breathe heavy below you as he drags your clothed pussy along his cock. “never gonna leave, ‘gumi-nii. promise.” you whine, and you swear you feel his cock throb at the whispery sound — wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull yourself closer and let him rut into you like an animal, feeling him whimper and whine into your skin before he’s muffling his sounds in the crook of your neck. “y-you’re mine forever, okay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

you’d been so needy all day, and you could see the questioning look your step dad nanami gave you when you kept pushing yourself into his side, rubbing your thighs together and twisting your hands into his shirt. he spoiled you enough as it is, he was wrapped around your finger and maybe thats why he doesn’t think twice when he asks how he can help and you pull his hand between your thighs — daddy would do anything for you after all.

“is daddy making you feel good, sweetheart?” nanami grunts from where he’s sat behind you, your back is pressing tight against his chest while your thighs are hooked over his — keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls while you both watch the movie playing on the tv. but you feel so dizzy, his fingers were bigger than yours — longer and they feel like they press almost too deep into the sensitive spots you’ve never been able to reach, clawing at your daddy’s bicep as he twists his wrist and pushes more slick out of your pussy everytime his fingers sink into your walls.

but he feels so good, and you can feel the way nanami’s cock is throbbing against your back — but he’s so focused on you, his pretty little step daughter who’s pussy is squeezing around his fingers and you’re trembling against him when he leans down to kiss along your neck. “feels so good, daddy. i love you! l-love you so much.” you gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your walls with a wet squelch, smearing them along your puffy clit before he’s rolling the bud in sticky circles and trailing his lips to tease the shell of your ear.

“daddy loves you, sweetheart.” maybe he’s been spoiling you too much he thinks, he knows it’s wrong — the honesty in his words and the way he’s pushing his own step daughters thighs wider, but then he’s sinking his fingers into you again and using his other hand to grab a slow handful of your tits. you feel so soft and plush when he kneads at you; so responsive and innocent and you’re always so good for your daddy, especially when you’re pushing back against his chest and moaning so shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “this ‘s our little secret, okay? you don’t want to get daddy in trouble, do you?”

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Stepbro!eren kicking your foot under the family dinner table right after fucking you senselessly on it the night before <3 memories of him bending you over and splitting your cunt open on his cock cloud your mind, his strong hands on your hips, keeping his grunts low due to your parents being asleep in the room next to you. But opposites attract, and you can’t seem to stay quiet.

“Shut up, sis. You’ll get us caught.” this time you moan even louder, then he realizes something. “Oh,” he says with a smirk “That’s what you want, right? You want mommy and daddy to walk in on your big brother fucking you, huh? ‘s that it?” Eren teases as he keeps pounding you from behind, wet sounds from where you two were connected echoed throughout the house— the occasional moans here and there accessorising it perfectly. “Didn’t know my little sister was such a fuckin’ whore.” he was so mean :( but his cock was stretching you too good for you to argue back. Besides, you were lucky you had thick walls or you would’ve been in deep shit.

Fortunately— or well, unfortunately, no one got caught that night. But God did it excite Eren. I mean, the boys been tormenting you everyday since! From fucking you on your squeaky bed frame and later when your parents ask about all the noise he tells them you’ve just been jumping on the bed, with a boyish grin and his signature lip bite. All the way to fucking your mouth with a vanilla ice cream bar in the kitchen while they were watching a movie in the distance. Eren truly was a menace. Face of a God, born in hell.

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— f!reader, smut (obviously), stepcest, 17+ minors dni!! 

ㅤㅤmy first ever post, hello! rushed, so it’s sadly only 2K words </3 enjoy!

how exactly did you end up in this position?

you invited rin into your room to study. that's what you told him. to study. so he asked, what did this have to do with sae? to put it truthfully, they've been at each other's throats since you've met them. years ago. at first, you didn't say anything. you were just some little stepsister that came with the package of their father marrying your mother. you only knew of sae from the time your parents made you sit together, and rin because he attended the same school as you. and just like that, you all knew together. of course you did, you were all siblings now. step siblings, to be precise. but that didn't mean you all liked each other, let alone got along. or rather, that didn't mean that they liked each other. sharp glances when the other wasn't looking. quick jabs punctuated with a cold, fake smile. quiet competitiveness that never seemed to end. it was always like that every time you faced them, rin was throwing sae a certain look. or sae had something smart to say about rin. it was always something, always. never a calm day. 

one of your biggest mistakes was inviting them both to your room to study while your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary. the moment you hushed one of them, the other had to throw some snarky remark. to prove they were better, to simply ‘one up’ the other brother. you felt like a toy shared by immature, spoiled siblings. couldn’t they just calm down, and study for once? midterms were coming up, and you were trying really hard not to fail. the moment you walked into their house for the first time and witnessed their glares at each other, you could tell that they would never work together towards something. 

and the same thing continued. even after sae graduated, soon followed by rin. it was something you grew to accept as time flew by. but if that were the case, 

then how did you end up here?

“stand in front of her, idiot.” there’s a hiss from behind you, coming from sae. you didn’t expect it from him, considering how he tried his hardest not to talk to his brother. but then again, this same sae that is pressing your chest into your desk with two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and a hand wrapped around his cock. 

a cold, smooth voice comes flooding from above you. “shut it, my dear brother.” sarcasm oozed from him, glaring at his older sibling. you’re at eye level at his crotch — in fact, you’re at eye level with both of their crotches, even though sae is standing behind you. a hand tangles itself in your hair, petting you softly. it’s a direct opposite of the way sae is treating you right now. “he should learn how to be quiet more often, right pretty girl?” he cooed, moving a strand of hair from your face.

all you could answer with was moans and babbles. Unintelligent and needy, a high pitched moan slips out instead of a legitimate answer to rin’s question. you were too focused on too many things to try again. The faint smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee, now going untouched due to your current activities. sae’s soft grunts as he strokes his dick behind you. the  wet, wet noise your pussy makes as it sucks his fingers up greedily. the way rin hums at you, so disarmingly sweet. the way his hands reach into his shorts and untucks his dick.

his cock springs free; half hard and growing harder. almost immediately, rin wraps a hand around his dick and guides it towards your mouth. your plump pink lips part readily, tongue falling out to get a taste of the streak of precum that was just starting to leak from the tip.

“there we go,” your mind vaguely registers rin’s murmured words of encouragement. instead, you’re going cross-eyed at the pleasure you’re receiving from sae as the redhead just discovered the perfect way to angle his thumb as he rubs your clit. there’s an ever-growing pit forming in your stomach that’s making you feel dumb, an orgasm that finds itself as almost there but not quite. still, rin takes advantage of your docile state and takes the opportunity to coax you into covering his dick in thousands of little kitten licks and kisses before sucking on the head. “that’s it, just like that.”

“how does she feel?” sae asks from behind you. his voice sounds rushed, and his tone sounds desperate. if it weren’t for what he’s doing to you- how deep his finds reach inside of you and manage to find all the right places- then you would more than gladly turned around and told him it was okay for him to put it in. you were more than ready for it anyways.

but you couldn’t turn around. you couldn’t even look up to see rin’s face as he answered. so you did the only thing you could do.

you sucked harder.

the pleasure blew rin’s mind, so he groan as he manages to slide his dick further down your throat was satisfying. It was low and deep and exactly what you wanted to hear from him. to prove that you could be as good to him as sae was being to you. “ oh fuck, her mouth is perfect.”

you hum around his dick, the praise making butterflies flutter in your stomach. apparently, that was the right thing to do because the hand in your hair immediately tightens its grip and tugs. You grunt at the sudden roughness, the sound adding the vibration rin was desperately craving. this time, you were ready for a response and were luckily prepared for when he decided to buck into your mouth.

you choke, but only slightly. rin was quick to loosen his grip on your hair after he realized what he had done. whispering soft words of praise, he fucked your mouth lazily- letting you swirl your tongue around and explore all that the black-haired boy had to offer.

“hngh,” Your eyes flicker back as sae lets out a soft hum himself. again, you find yourself upset that you aren’t able to see anything from this angle. though that initial displeasure turns into a sharp bout of anger as he draws his fingers back with an audible “pop.”

although, even that emotion bleeds away as fast as it bubbled up. because you found him spit on his hand and lining his dick up with your entrance as quickly as he took his fingers away from it.

sae breathed a heavy sigh as he eased his dick inside of you, sinking slowly- inch by inch. thankfully, rin had stopped moving in order to let you focus on the slow feeling of being filled to the brim with the older boy’s throbbing cock. your jaw falls slack as your eyes flutter shut. around rin’s dick, you can’t help but start to drool.

if felt good being stuffed at both ends. sae’s hands on your hips made you feel grounded and lusted after. rin’s hand on your hair made you feel loved and cared for. it was good. more than good actually. in fact, it was almost way too good. you didn’t know anything else could top this.

that is, that’s what you thought before they moved.

a loud moan rips through your throat as sae snaps his hips into yours suddenly. and again. and again. and again. and again until suddenly, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace. It’s quicker than you expected of him, yet he seemed all types of impatient when it came to you today. always making you rush around- to hurry up and bend over your desk. to hurry up and drop your panties. though you can’t say this is something that you’re too mad about.

especially now that he has deep and easy access to the spot inside of you that always seems to make you see stars.

the ravenette’s treatment of your mouth is just a little less rough, but it’s still not what you expected. It’s like he coordinates the way he fucks your mouth in time with his brother’s strokes. he’s quick with taking what he wants from you this time. he wants it perfect. and he knows he can get that with you. he knows he can get that only with you. and if it means working with his rival to have the best opportunity to get in your pants, then so be it.

besides, it’s more fun watching you get dick drunk off of two cocks instead of one.

“good girl, what a good little sister.”  sae’s whispered praise was barely heard of the slapping of skin against skin, yet you relished in his compliments anyways. It causes you to whine- to shift and wiggle your hips as he angled himself perfectly to glide in and out of you. It would be an easy trip due to how long he had spent stretching you out with his long, long fingers if it weren’t for how tightly you were squeezing around his dick. “take it, take it like the whore you are.”

it slightly stung, the way he quickly could switch from such a passionate person to a cold hearted one - but it didn’t matter. not if he was making you feel  this good. but of course, that wasn’t exactly the case with the boy standing in front of you.

“that’s not very 'golden’ of you, nii-san. you should cherish her, you know? ”  rin tuts from above you, using the name you’ve always affectionately called him. he has a hand on your jaw, coaxing you gently to open your mouth wider for him. you give in to his command, easily and he strokes your skin as a reward. you’ve always been eager to please. “She’s only letting you fuck her because she’s a good girl for her brothers. isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

you can only hum out, only half paying attention to the conversation being held above you. it’s not what you care about right now, anyways. If only they knew how long you’ve been dreaming about them. about both of them. at the same time.

“haha. go to hell, rin.” sae’s dry laughter is accented with his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. he guides your body into bouncing back on his dick in time with his thrusts. it’s a more effective method forcing your growing orgasm to come quicker and quicker. and it’s even more effective for rin to just stand back and allow you to swallow around his dick. it’s a win-win situation for everyone. “let’s see if she even wants you after I’m finished with her, rinrin.” 

well...almost a win-win situation.

a particularly large thrust send’s rin’s cock further down your throat. your hands shoot out, bracing themselves against his shorts as the desk digs into your skin chest uncomfortably. rin barely spares you a second thought as he resorts back to the older hitting it from the back. “it’s not as cute as when she says it. try again.”

“is that so?” a growl tears through the air behind you, and suddenly there’s a hand being wrapped around your neck. the tone is ferocious and feral, and the movement is quick. he pulls your body upwards- arching your back off of the desk the two of them are spit roasting you on. rin’s dick falls from your mouth clumsily as sae leans his body forward and molds his chest with your back. the grip is tight but not tight enough to choke you. it serves as a warning. to you. to him. “my sincerest apologizes, little brother.”

sae’s words are clipped with anger and competitiveness- the same competitiveness that you used to hate over all these years- as he takes over complete control of the situation. from this angle, you’re almost at eye level with rin- only able to look at him through your lashes as sae’s grip on your neck forces you to move exactly in time with him while limiting your mobility.

you can practically feel the dark smile against your skin as he renders your body completely useless. your voice grows louder and louder by the second. it easily bounces off of your room’s walls and echoes in your own ears. you sound like a whore. a needy, desperate whore for her step brothers.

and you love it.

rin meets your half-lidded eyes with a wink. your brain moves so, so slowly compared to the fast thrusts burying a cock deep inside your cunt but you’re able to read the look on his face in just a second. the possessive hand around your neck tries to claim you, but it does little else but poses as a challenge to conquer for rin.

and yet, he’s instigating. he knows just how to rile up his brother to the point that he’s about to snap. all so he can get what he wants, just this once. 

because sae is challenging him too.

“you know…” rin’s tone is as lazy as the way he strokes his dick in front of you. you miss having it in your mouth. you miss holding it for him, keeping it warm, and tasting him. and you know he misses it too. but there’s more to enjoy from you. more than you want him to enjoy from you. “i’d be more inclined to forgive you if you let me have a turn with that cute cunt of hers. So that being said…”

both brothers have always been able to work together. they just needed something that was truly worth working towards.

And somehow, that ended up being about fucking you.

“pass to me, will you?”

Hi, hi 👋 👋 I am not really sure if you are taking requests at the moment , if you don't that is totally fine. For the last week I have been reading your works and they had me hanging by a thread, I have read them several times now cause they are that good. That being said can I requests sae-nii with a little stepsister that has a petite body(small boobs/butt) that has seen her big bro being surrounded by mature women, and him not making a move to push them off, so that makes her so insecure : ( , so she starts to distance herself and hide her body from him because she thinks she is not attractive anymore. So after a week of sae confronting her and she just giving him the silent treatment, he corners her while she was changing and she just breaks down and tells him about her insecurity. Sae can not believe what kind bs his little stepsis is thinking so he throws her on her bed and starts eating her out while telling her he is not gonna stop till he hears her saying she is a pretty girl. The stepsis is stubborn and on low confidence so he ends up overstimulating her till she begins shaking and crying and is trying everything to take him off her while still refusing to admit she is beautiful. Suddenly she turns and tries(keyword :tries) to crawl away but Sae is quick to pin? her hips and continue. Poor stepsis can not hold on any longer and sae does not shows any signs of stopping so she caves in and chants that she is the most pretty girl and finally sae stops and tells her she will be punished more if she will ever think that again. I hope it made sense ? It is totally fine if you do not want to do it though : ). Do not forget to take breaks and have a great night or day !

hihi! 1) i really loved this ask oh my god, it’s absolutely stunning and 2) requests are always open unless stated otherwise so tysm for that! i really hope you enjoy this & have a great day! <33

it truly did hurt. you felt terrible watching your nii-san with such developed women, whenever one of them clung to him, flirting and pushing their breasts against him. of course, he didn't notice - such matters were insignificant to him, so you didn't dare to tell him how you felt. it was intimidating to open yourself up in front of so many people who admired you and your stepbrother.

all it took for you to snap out of your thoughts was to hear sae call out your name, lightly rubbing circles on your shoulders. you quickly looked up, plastering on a smile. “sorry? i wasn't focusing, my mind was.. elsewhere.” you drifted once more to your train of thoughts, barely registering his words.

you could tell he mentioned going to the second party of the night, but you quickly informed him that you were exhausted. that was a lie, but he didn't know that. he gave you a nod before excusing himself and escorting you to his car. “is everything okay? you appear to be out of it.” he spoke quietly, but loudly enough for only you to hear.

“just fatigued, like I said. i'm sorry you had to end your night early; we had more parties to attend.” you sighed apologetically, your gaze fixed on your lap. pulling on the edge of your dress, you felt even more miserable than before. he bought it for you while he was abroad, the dress. you could feel his cold gaze on you, but he said nothing. to be honest, you preferred the pleasant silence of the ride home. it was preferable than talking when you were upset.

( O1 , O2 )

( O3 , O4 )

( O5 , O6 )

( 8:OO PM )

six days. that's the amount of time that has passed since the party incident, if you can even call it that. that's also how long you've been avoiding your stepbrother, sae itoshi. sure, it was stupid. but you didn't want to bother him and bring him down when he could be having the time of his life. he approached you more than usual, so you could tell he noticed.

even though you tried to avoid him, he managed to corner and chase you down like an animal.

“how long were you planning to avoid me for?” sae snarled quietly, his patience eroding from annoyance. “why the fuck are you avoiding me?” he continued asking questions, hovering over you. his gaze dug into you, his arms by your sides. “i've been trying to be a nice brother and check in on you, but it's been difficult because you keep hiding from me.”

“i wasn't trying to avoid you! i've just gotten busy!” you almost immediately responded, a shaky laugh exiting your lips. “why would i want to avoid you?” you played with the edge of your shirt, hardly able to squeak out your words.

“that's what i'm curious about.” he snarled. his arms now crossed over his chest. “you don't appear to be too busy for rin, but you are for me?” every word he spoke sent goosebumps up your spine and caused nervousness to rise within you.

“i don't know what you're talking about, nii-san,” you blurted out before pushing past him, a smile on your face. “but I really need to get going now, bye!” little pants were snatched from you as you ran to your room. you hadn't run far, but you were terrified. i was afraid he'd find out that you were envious of the women he hung around with. how you felt insignificant in comparison to the company he kept. hearing him shout your name and walk to your room was your cue to lock the door and bite your lower lip anxiously.

sae knocked twice on your door, and when all he received was silence, he sighed and walked away. as you fell onto your bed, the sound of his footsteps disappearing made you feel better. you sat in silence with your head buried in your pillow, the only sound bothering you being the buzzing of your phone.

“hello?” you reluctantly answered the phone before instantly regaining your composure when you heard your mother's voice. she mentioned taking you and your stepbrothers out to dinner to celebrate her nth anniversary with their father. you accepted her request without paying attention to what she truly wanted, thinking only of your previous encounter with sae.

“yes, sure, sure.” you waved to no one in particular before hanging up and unlocking your door. you often got thirsty from conversing when you didn't want to, so you strolled to the kitchen for some water. rin caught your eye from the opposite side of the room, and you smiled. “oh, rin, hurry up and get ready. mom invited us to dinner with her and your father. remember to tell sae!” you called out as you walked back to your room after your drink, running your fingers through your hair. it wasn't too messy, so you could easily style it. you shut your bedroom door and turned around, letting out a small yelp when you noticed sae in your room.

“sae! what are you doing here?” you asked, hands behind your back. he only stared back, his arms crossed. when you didn't get a response, you sighed and headed to your closet, trying to shake off his continuous stare at you. you felt a hand closing in on your wrist as you uncomfortably removed your shirt and attempted to put on another. you turned to face him, which was a mistake. you didn't know how fast he was, gripping your chin with his free hand and drawing you closer to him. you could feel his hot breath on you with your faces inches apart. “what's the matter? why are you avoiding me?” he murmured softly,

sae made sure his hold wasn't too tight to hurt you, but yet not too loose. “and don't say it's nothing; i'm not the moron you think i am.” he gently scolded you. your bottom lip quivered as you tried not to cry in front of him. he observed your reaction and continued coaxing you while stroking your cheek. that last move was the final push you needed to start sobbing while holding to your older stepbrother. “i just,” you cried, fiercely wiping away your tears. “you're usually with these women who are prettier and better looking than I am! when it comes to curves, i look and feel like a child in comparison to them, and that makes me feel like i'm embarrassing you."

as you opened out to him, you began muttering and sniffling silently. You felt horrible. when you didn't hear sae reply, you looked up at him, only to be met with the most bewildered look you'd ever seen. “sae?” you muttered gently, trying to read how he felt. 

 "you—" he halted for a second, staring at you. "Do you think I prefer those women over you?" Sae couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in closer, your back now brushing against the closet door. "Of course I do," you said, avoiding his gaze and glancing at the ground. "Have you seen how I look next to them?"

Sae looked at you and scoffed, speechless. "You truly are an idiot, aren't you?" Your eyes welled up at that line, and you bit your lower lip, trying not to cry any farther. It was only natural he would choose them over you, you were his stepsister—

"I'm not interested in them; I'm interested in you." He drew you in, your lips now just inches apart.

“don't make that joke, it's not funny.” you tried shoving him away with little force, your cheeks steadily burning up. “do you think i'm kidding? let me show you that i'm not.” sae leaned in close and kissed your lips in a frantic and passionate kiss, drawing you in closer than before.

to say it stole your breath away would be an understatement – you felt as if you had everything you could possibly want, as if you were on top of the world. sure, it was stupid, but you liked the idea of having him all to yourself. call it selfishness, but you were relieved he preferred you above the others. sae carried you from your thighs and dropped on the bed, with you now beneath him, exactly as you caressed his cheek and deepened the kiss. he panted silently, attempting to regain his breath. “stop dismissing yourself; you're much more attractive than those girls.” his remarks caused a crimson flush to appear on your cheeks, and you scoffed, not believing him at all.

"oh, no, that's not true!" as he removed your skirt, his cold and hard grasp on your thighs made you squeal. "stop lying; it is true. i won't stop until you admit that you're the most beautiful of all of them at the party." the way he stared at you told you that he wouldn't stop what he was about to do until he heard you speak those words, even if you dismissed them as a joke or a humorous threat. "yes, absolutely." you were ready to make another sarcastic remark when your breath hitched as you felt sae's tongue delicately lick your clothed cunt. when his eyes met yours, you could notice a dark cloud of lust in his. 

“well, i guess you'll have to take it the hard way.” you backed away as his teeth pulled down your panties. he'll definitely give up soon, right? there's no way sae would continue until you said the words.

wrong.

the moment you uttered those words, sae's tongue sucked on your clothed clit, making you gasp out in shock and pleasure.  you squeaked, squeezing your eyes shut and blushing heavily as he swirled his tongue round and round, teasing you with casual flicks; he was ravenous, fingers drawing circles on your chest, running his tongue over your clit and sucking hard.

sae pushed your cute tiny panties out of the way and threw them someplace, not caring about them right now despite your protests claiming that it was your favorite. “will you admit you're the most beautiful? we don't have to do things the hard way.”

hoping you were wet enough, sae pulled away and lowered his hand, his palm gliding over your stomach and between your legs, fingers sinking down and brushing against you where indeed, he came in contact with your slick and smirked, teasing your damp folds with his fingertips and observing how you shivered and shuddered under his touch.

you whimpered his name weakly, refusing to confess and he just drank in your shallow breaths as he continued to lazily suck on your tits whilst slipping two fingers in and out of your hole. sae was mercilessly teasing you, watching your reaction to his torturous actions. mind going hazy, you were a whimpering mess, squirming over the mattress. 

a strangled gasp left the back of your throat and you threw your head backwards into the pillow, back arching; he could tell you probably weren’t able to take much longer and released you with a wet pop, panting slightly.

“sae?” you murmured; reopening your eyes, you glanced down to see that he had positioned himself between your legs.

you blinked wide-eyed as he gently eased your legs apart and with a firm grip on your thighs, lowered himself even further, his face level to your pussy. although he’d done this to you before, your heart was pounding heavily, your nerves getting the best of you. he could see your pussy even clearer more than ever, your cunt wet and shiny with your slick and he carefully spread your lips.

sae looked up and your eyes met - you swallowed down and glanced to the side, blushing heavily and he said, “look at me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”

You slid your gaze to him and he smirked, leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your bare flesh – and suddenly you were aware of how close he was - before he buried his face into your cunt, his tongue flicking across your clit, gently at first.

immediately, you attempted to draw your knees to your chest but he held on, his grip on you tightening and your fingers scrunched into the sheets underneath as he sucked you with more force, groaning as you instinctively began to buck your hips further into his face, wanting to feel more of his tongue on you, his hair tickling your inner thighs.

his lips were glued to your cunt and sae kept you pinned in your spot, occasionally glancing up to see your reaction and listening to your little pants and desperate moans as your legs quivered by the sides of his head.

“sae,” you squeaked out. “i can’t take much more…”

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, and your response was a defeated whine as you threw your head back. you could hear the quiet wet noises coming from his mouth; he had moved his tongue to your sopping entrance and after one final suck, started tracing the sides in a teasing manner before he shoved his tongue in.

you gasped, fingers clawing at his hair as he persisted. all you could do was lie still with your legs hiked over his shoulders, wailing helplessly as you sank your hands into his messy hair, trying your best not to roll around over the mattress.

with a moan, your brows squeezed tightly together as he slowly loosened his grip on your legs and your first instinct was to automatically draw your legs to your chest once more. he slid his palms over your thighs, his eyes boring into yours. 

“i’m close… please sae..” you moaned helplessly, throwing your head to the side and grabbing onto the corners of the pillow as you came with a shaky breath.

( 12:OO AM )

and it continued. he pulled countless orgasms from you, so much that you both lost track of time and count. you sobbed, begged and pleaded for him to stop. but he didn’t. you hadn’t uttered the words he wanted from you, and it was currently, what? midnight? you had been going at it for four hours now, you sure were stubborn.

but you began to crack. 

“pleasepleaseplease—” how long had you been begging for? you forgot. but the pleasure was too much, you couldn’t take it anymore. “you know what you have to say, just say those words and i’ll stop it.” he whispered, mouth still attached to your dripping cunt. 

and you tried, you tried so hard not to but your body couldn’t. “i’m sorry, i’m the prettiest and the most gorgeous girl there was, i’m sorry! please, please—” you cried out, covering your face with one hand.

you felt a small smile form on his lips and he got up, finally letting your body rest as your chest heaved. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mumbled, kissing your lips lightly. you could taste yourself on his lips — of course you did, he spent hours going down on you. 

“we should call your mum and reassure her.. as well as take a bath and change the sheets.” he suggested, picking you up in a bridal style.

only then did he realize, that you had fallen into a deep slumber. he didn’t mind though, he’d love to take care of you. it’s what he always tried to do, even if his attempts seemed cold and ruthless in ways.

and when you awoke later on, you were in his hands, his lips on your forehead as he slept.

I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3