#💫ch.ushijima

[iwaasfairy]

babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!

a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.

He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.

You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.

“Am I going to be in trouble later?”

There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”

You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.

When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.

The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.

“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.

Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.

The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.

You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”

“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”

“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”

He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”

“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.

“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”

“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.

“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.

Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.

But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.

His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”

“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.

“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”

“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.

“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.

[iwaasfairy]

anon said: hi! for the blood is thicker than water event, can i send stepdaddy ushi + "warmth"? thank you!!

Warmth

tw stepcest, daddy, noncon

It’s not that hard to come to the conclusion that Ushijima is a cold, overly collected man to a fault. You see people think it every day when he barely cracks a smile at their antics, entertaining smalltalk for the least amount of time possible, answers too stern and straightforward to build onto.

That’s often when you hop into conversation with the poor store clerk to save them from embarrassment. It’s long been cemented into his personality, you know he won’t change anymore. But despite the unsubtle way of talking, he’s not cold by nature.

Not at all, something you’re painfully reminded of every day when warm fingers wrap around your thighs or when the sting of his hand palm glows hot under your skin. Wakatoshi is smouldering coals, ready to be ignited again with the breeze. But people don’t see it, don’t want to see it, because a one track minded man like him wouldn’t be able to hide secrets like that.

There’s no chance that the gentle way your stepdad massages your neck while you scrunch up your face at the ache is because the rows of dark splotches of colour are his. The whispered words that make your face hot and eyes wide aren’t- whatever they think it is- it can’t be. The way he makes you stick to his side like a puppy or sit in his lap or stares at your body too long are all accidents.

Even you fell for it. You know better now.

His hands are a bit too rough when placing you onto his thighs, making you straddle him as you let out a little breath at the pinching of your nipples. He hums when you shift around, sliding one hand up and down your thigh. “Are you comfortable?” His voice is too level, blown out pupils on you as the tips of his fingers side too high up your legs.

As two fingers play with the edge of your panties, he drops his face to your neck and chest, placing open mouthed kisses there. Sticky, possessive marks that make you feel sick. Your step dad is barely ashamed of his actions, and sometimes you wonder if he even knows this is wrong.

He should. But he’ll make you ride him right here on the couch like last time, ‘needing to fuck you since his wife isn’t here’. He never eases up on you when you ask and beg, but at least his hands are warm. “I don’t want to,” you breathe honestly, “I’m still sore.” He doesn’t show any sign of hearing you, or caring as he forces your hips down on him, rubbing his clothed cock between your legs like a man starved.

“Daddy, please,” you can feel the tears well up, but you’re scared of what he might do if you push him away, if he were to tell your mom, “it’s gonna hurt again.”

“You’re not a virgin anymore so it won’t hurt,” he breathes back, full confidence as he lifts one of your legs to rub the head of his fat cock against your panty-clad pussy. And then, “and even if it does, you’re attractive when you cry.”

a fairhi valentine’s events

[iwaasfairy]

Heeeya fairy, how about adlers in mafia au? I think it’s sexy enough ~

I heard Adlers and violence and came running, but this actually turned out pretty gentle and sweet somehow? I hope you like it baby

tw mentions of blood and violence, gangbang/poly, choking, oral, overstimulation, mafia Adlers ♡

There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow. Blood splattered in hastily wiped droplets still dried on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is terrifying, but never for you. Tobio clears his throat, before reaching out his hand. “Come, pet, it’s okay now. It’s safe to come out.” You can make out the vague shape of a certain white haired man in the background, but you’re eyes still blur with tears and your head’s still pounding from the noise of the gunshots only a couple minutes before. “You hid well, baby,” he mumbles, avoiding his eyes from you once he’s certain enough of your condition, helping you up from the cold floor.

You flinch when one of the bodies is pulled aside, leaving a streaky trail of blood, before a familiar shape kicks it in the side. “Stupid fucker,” Korai hisses at the body, not that the insult means anything to a dead man. When he turns, the vicious glare clears from his face almost entirely, walking over to you in a few short steps to grab your wrist. He grabs your face too, to turn it from side to side, brows furrowing. “What’s this? Is this your blood, are you-”

“She’s fine,” Kageyama quickly snaps back, taking your wrist back. “As if I’d ever let anything happen to her, Hoshiumi.”

“Just checking, Kageyama,” he drawls, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You know they’d never let anything happen to you, but it was still scary.

The others drop in after a few minutes of bickering between the two younger ones, they’d been tasked with staying by your side no matter what after all. But it’s the heavily tattooed shape that passes the doorway with hurried steps, gaze snapping to you, that has your smaller body shaking. Ushijima steps towards you with his ever-stoic presence, but you can see it in his eyes. The worry for your safety, the subdued panic of not being able to stay by you and protect you like he whispers he will every night.

He lets out a deep breath when he reaches you, brushing a palm to cup your cheek and taking you in top to bottom, like he’s not the one with his shirt a deep, dirtied color with blood.

“You’re safe,” is all he says, mouth curling up a fraction at the edges. The tiny smile drops at the sound of multiple boots, filling out with Fukuro, Sokolov and Romero. Ushijima lets go of you, for now. You know that when evening falls he’ll practically be attached to your hip from the scare, and looking back, Tobio will probably be too. It’s comforting, the gazes kept on you at all times. You used to find it overwhelming, and you never expected to be in a situation like this when you agreed to start dating the blunt brunet with a smile a bit too soft for someone of that stature.

When your heartbeat finally regains a normal pattern, though the smell of copper hasn’t faded your senses and the side of your face is sticky with drying red, you let out a breath. Fukuro checks all around the room again, humming when Romero mumbles a ‘clear’, before his eyes darken when looking at your state. But he doesn’t have time to say anything before you speak up this time. “I’m okay, I’m not hurt or anything. They barely grazed me.” And when he lets out a deep sigh, you rush over to press yourself into his tall body, feeling the weight of his arms wrapping tight around your shoulders. “What about you guys?”

“Bullet got my shoulder,” Sokolov slowly says, smiling when your head shoots up from the embrace in worry. “But ‘m fine. It’ll be a nice scar. Hey,” he frowns then, looking down at you with a slight drop of his lips. “Where’s your collar?”

A quick glance around doesn’t reveal it anywhere, you’d probably find it when cleaning out the mess. Later. “They snatched it when they tried to grab me, almost choked me out,” you humour, before looking around the room one last time. Ushijima’s eyes meet yours again when you smile, though you can see the worry still oozing out of him. But before saying anything, you glance back at the leader, who’s brown hair is matted down because of the fight, most likely. He places a hand on your shoulder, then giving each of his men a look.

“Alright, move out. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

+

You almost faint with the pressure Tobio has on your leash, Korai holding your head in his lap and stroking his cock to the sight of you being fucked so well. Somewhere between the second and third orgasm your legs gave out, so now it’s all Wakatoshi as he holds your hips in place to piston into your wet walls, one hand on your thigh and the other pushing down on your stomach. He grunts softly each time the ruthless pace makes you clench, moans muffled. The room is filled with wet slapping sounds of his sweaty skin meeting yours, while Tobio shoves his tongue deeper into your mouth and claiming you as his.

Korai’s hand still toying with your nipples, impatiently waiting for his turn. But for now all you can really focus on is the rushing of your blood between your ears, and the way the huge cock is slid between your legs over and over, bringing you closer to another high. You pull away from Tobio to take a deep breath, lips swollen and eyes shut tight as the grip on your collar loosens just a bit. He’s holding back because of what happened today, they all are. Normally Korai wouldn’t think twice holding your head down on his cock until you gag and twitch around him.

When he comes from the shower, Fukuro plops himself down into his chair next to the bed, and Toshi has enough decency to hold still for a moment. But the leader urges him to continue, and within the next few thrusts he’s spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a soft groan of your name. The older men have always had more patience then the younger ones after all, you know they’ll take their turns later. “Look here, angel,” Korai mumbles, watching you for a moment as the fist around his thick cock tightens. “Gonna swallow all my cum, hm?”

While Wakatoshi gently eases out of you, Tobio’s already taking his spot between your legs, pretty cock still rock hard and drooling precum before he slips it in too. You do your best to take all of Korai when he pushes himself snug between your lips, pumping himself to the pretty, spent sight of you. Their favorite sight. And with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, he soon comes too, spurting his load into your mouth. You swallow all of it, pussy tightening around Tobio when he reaches down to rub your clit to get you off yet again.

Sometimes it really does feel endless. But when Wakatoshi comes back to bed to take a spot next to your head, leaning down to rain kisses on your lips, soft mumbles of how much he loves you, they love you, you think you can be happy with that outcome.

[iwaasfairy]

anon said: Stepdad Ushi + first time

First time

tw stepcest, dubcon/noncon, virginity

The room is quiet as you look around, eyeing both your mom and your stepdad pretty intently. Your mom does try to make some pleasant conversation, but the ice cold look your daddy sends both you and your poor boyfriend is chilling. You don’t know what you’d expected, really. Because there’s so many things Ushijima Wakatoshi excels at, it seems strange that he’s got flaws just like everyone else. But he’s not good at smalltalk and definitely not when he’s in one of his moods, which, judging by his expression he definitely is.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled into Riku’s side, smiling when he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. Assuring him that even if your stepdad doesn’t like him, you won’t let it linger. Because truly, you don’t think there’s a single one of your friends that he’s agreed with, for the spare girl here and there that’s too sheepish to even look at him. If you weren’t in the same house with him every day, you’re not sure you could either.

In the morning he’s alone at the table, and you jut out your bottom lip. “Y’know, it wouldn’t hurt you to be a bit nicer from time to time.” You sigh when he looks up from his toast with an unreadable expression, and you pop out your hip when shoving some cereal into your mouth. “Really, daddy.” You grumble something about trying to scare him away, and Wakatoshi blinks.

“I was simply lost in thought.” Straightforward as ever, you should’ve figured. 

“Hm, about what?” You’ve got about half an hour left to go get ready, you quickly go to brush your teeth as you half-heartedly watch him. Big, muscular body leaning back in the chair to watch you as you hum.

“About your relationship with that boy.” He’s a man, you want to argue, but compared to him it doesn’t make much sense to say something like that. You give another hum, grabbing your lip balm. “Is he the one who took your virginity?”

You freeze. Not only from the unexpected question, but the burning eyes on the side of your face, and your breathing stutters when turning to him. “H-What- N— I,” you stumble back a little when he gets up from his chair, walking to your side with slow, large steps.

“It’s not a hard question.” His large palm coming to your arm, holding you up like you could collapse any second. You might, with the way he’s looking at you, rounding on you. “He isn’t?” You can’t be imagining the possessive relief you hear in his deep voice at that, your legs pressing together a little. If to shield yourself or for some other reason, you’re not sure. “You saved yourself.” He says it so bluntly, it sends flares of heat to your cheeks. Because it wasn’t like that, it was never— you just didn’t get to it yet.

“No, I— daddy, ‘m gonna be late.” You panic more when he stares down at you so blankly, not letting you know what he’s thinking.

“That’s okay. You’ll be staying home with me today.” His fingers tighten when you try to slip away. He pulls you towards the couch with two big steps, ignoring your sputtering. “Shh, daddy will teach you. It’ll feel good.”

“Wait, wait,” you squeak, but he’s already pressing you down into the couch and pulling your shirt up, big hands grabbing at your tits and pushing your bra aside.

a fairhi valentine’s events

[iwaasfairy]

hi! im imagining toshi nii being jealous of his little step-sister secretly supporting msby instead of the adlers so he marked her up and bred her despite her in the talking stages w kiyoomi. he has to let her know she belongs to him and him only, when she go to the stadium to watch the competition, he made sure she is hidden from kiyoomi's eyes. -🐮

that’s a very good point, he’d absolutely be furious if his little pet was seeing someone else,, and not because he’s a bad niisan, but because you forgot who’s going to make sure you feel good at the end of the day

tw stepcest, spanking, dubcon

He never really got you that well, if he’s being honest with himself. Everything in his head works in straight lines and easy, straightforward answers. He knows that there must be some explanation for your irrational behaviour he’s not seeing, but that still doesn’t make him feel any better. He gave you tickets to front row seats. Ones that you instantly offered him back, smiling too wide that you already had some. And as long as you’re coming to see him, it doesn’t really matter what side you watch from, so he leaves it at that.

But from the second he steps out of the locker room to catch you waiting between some other player’s girlfriends, with black and gold face paint on your cheeks, his frown digs deep between his eyebrows and he’s hauling you away from the other locker room towards one of the unoccupied rooms. “N-niisan!” you stumble behind him, looking back at the doors as you reach the end of the hall and he turns you there, trying to pull back. “Wait, I’m just—” his eyes find yours, and your explanation fails, voice growing very soft, “m-meeting Kiyoomi-san.”

He doesn’t know why he’s this annoyed. But as he pushes open the door and makes you sit down on the bench, there’s a ball of jealousy pushing on his lungs. He wants to make that stupid paint run down your face, to remind you what you’re doing here. You’re here for him, you’re his*. “Take off your shirt,” he mumbles, pushing the door into lock as you glance between him and the door.

“But…” It’s not the first time this has happened. Just never like this, never so— straight forward. Usually Toshi nii isn’t mad at you when he asks you to put his thick cock inside, and right now he looks five seconds away from snapping. You quickly pull your top over your head, then fist your hands into your skirt. “Niisan, you’ll have to start warm-ups soon. I don’t know why you’re-”

“You’re mine.” He holds your face as he says it, making sure your attention is only on him, before he grabs your arm and hauls you over his thigh, spanking your ass right under the edge of your flipped up skirt. Landing with a loud smack, he sighs and you drop your face towards the floor with tears welling up, not used to any of this. Right now, he doesn’t really care, he’s clearly been too lenient with you already. “Who should you be supporting out there?”

When you don’t answer, his heavy palm lands again, and this time you cry out for him, digging your nails into his thigh. “Niichan, don’t be so mean,” you try to get off of his thigh, only to be spanked again, as he pushes you back in place.

“Stop moving. Tell me.” His deep voice sounds as he soothes the painful sting with his hand, and you turn over your shoulder to look at him. Your tears are still welling up, running down your face and chin. “Tell me who you came here for, little sister,” he urges again, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Came here for Kiyoomi,” you whisper. His jaw locks.

As he helps you back up from the pitiful position, you let out a deep sigh. But instead of letting you go like you expect him to, he pulls you into his lap. Right over his hardening cock, so close to his warm, big body. You stare at him as he pulls the jersey over his head and drops it aside, then lifting you a little and pulling down his shorts too. And then he nudges your bra up and pinches your nipple with one hand, holding your hip way too tight with the other. “But you should have come here for me.” His eyes move to your panty clad pussy over his, then back to you. “You need a reminder.”

He pulls your panties aside to help your slicking length rub along his cock, forcing your hips to move, as you pout at him. Before you get the chance to say anything else, he lifts you to place the head against your slit and rubs the precum over your clit, sending pleasure through your body. Whatever you were going to say to dissuade him suddenly goes out the window, leaving your mouth dropping open at the perfect touches to your pussy. It’s been a while since you and Toshi nii did anything together, and only now do you realize how much you’ve missed it. “Niichan,” you whimper.

He pushes down on your hips to slide a few inches inside your clenching walls, and you let your head drop to his shoulder. The stretch is so much more than you were expecting, leaving you breathless as he slides you down more and more onto his cock. When you finally bottom out, his face softens, but only a little. He leans in to kiss you, tasting your tongue, your mouth, while rocking you gently onto him to ease the feeling of something so big inside your tiny cunny. “That’s right, niichan makes you feel good. Only me.”

He knows you won’t struggle when he pumps you full of his cum, maybe once or twice before sending you back out there to watch him play. And he secretly hopes that Kiyoomi sees you walking around with your niisan’s cum leaking into your panties, but for now just giving you his extra jersey will have to do. And to make sure you cry off that stupid face paint.

[iwaasfairy]

Ushijima + daddy kink 🥺🤲🏻

Your hips are shoved down too quick, forcing your tight walls to allow his length even deeper and your head falling back. “Ah- ah-- d-daddy,” you cry, slim fingers wrapping around his strong bicep as he angles your hips so that you sink down as far as you can go. “Daddy, ‘s too deep.”

ushijima evidently doesn’t care, only pushing on the soft skin of your tummy to shift his cock into your walls more, and rocking his hips into you. “You’re doing well, my love,” his deep voice is pressed to your cheek, but it doesn’t soothe you when he pulls back only to thrust in again, even faster. “Such a pretty hole for daddy to fill.”

[iwaasfairy]

I love you and your writing so much! I can’t express how amazing it is whenever I see a post of yours on my screen. Is it okay if I may request some Toshi-nii, please? 🥺👉👈

thank you so much for the love baby yes you may!! toshi nii toshi nii toshi nii 🖤

tw incest, size kink (always with Toshi)

It’s rare that you and Toshi nii get home at the same time. Not impossible, just rare, so when it does happen you get a bit too excited. When he comes home from practice still a bit flushed in the face and sweaty all over, it doesn’t matter to you because big brother is here, he’s here and he’s yours for as long as you can get him to stay before he leaves again in the early mornings. And it’s frustrating, but the surge of happiness you feel when you hear the familiar noise of keys in lock it always has you rushing to the hall on your socks and tackling in a hug as tight as you can.

Wakatoshi doesn’t falter. He doesn’t even shake. Just lets out a soft breath of amusement when your arms wrap so tight around his neck and you nuzzle into his cheek, mumbling something about the sweat. You don’t care. You couldn’t care less that he smells like gym and shitty deodorant, because he drops his bags and picks you up under your thighs to pull you against him, kicking off his shoes easily. Lips on your neck as you run your fingers through his hair and pull at the shorter strands while laving him in loving whispers. “Missed you so much, Toshi nii. You were gone for too long,” you say, and he just hums in agreement while treading through the house on gentle feet.

And it should be less normal as it is for him to take you to his bedroom and lay you down on his bed, telling you to ‘get it off’. You should be confused as to what he means, but you slip the panties from under his shirt so easily. There should be a split second of thought when he drops on the bed next to you and starts stripping down his shirt and sweats and folding them to put aside. But there’s not, because you belong to Toshi nii in every way you could, and you cherish every breath you get to spend by his side. “You look beautiful,” he mumbles when looking over you, tugging at the edge of the fabric that still covers you. His old high school jersey that doesn’t even fit him anymore.

He’s grown so big, as if to make sure that he’ll always be able to encompass you entirely. He sighs when you reach for him, pulling gently on his fingers. “Please, niichan. Want you first. Talk to me after, please,” you beg, body heating up when he shifts on the bed to get right over you. Melting you right in place when he drags his hand down your thigh and you open your legs a little to allow him between them comfortably. When he dips down to kiss you, it’s too dark to see his face. But you know he’s smiling, because he always does. Wakatoshi is happy with you and that’s all you could ever ask for. “Love you, niichan,” you whisper between the kisses, before he’s pushing against you harder and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“Love you more,” he mumbles back, lifting your one thigh to make room for him. His waist rocking against your eager body, he squeezes your doughy thigh between his fingers, before motioning your other leg up. You pull it to your chest and whimper when he pulls back, hooking your arm around it so he can slide his other hand between your bodies and rub them into your wetness. Coating completely, then sliding them into you with a curl that almost has you moaning out loud. It was trial and error with niichan, but fuck— does he do it well now. As he breathes deeply and stares at the way his thick fingers move in and out of you, you can’t help but reach for his face.

He smiles into the touch, glancing up just a second. Then he moves to rock his hardening cock against your lifted thigh while he pumps his hand in and out of you so perfectly, making you whine. But you still insist, breath speeding up. “Don’t make love to me tonight,” you say, and his brow doesn’t have the time to furrow before you’re speaking again, pulling his face towards you. “Make me feel it, Toshi nii.”

His fingers stop for a second as he stares at you, before he’s leaning in and kissing you deeper, a soft nod as response. “I will. If you can be quiet.” He starts up a much harder rhythm then, palm rubbing up against your most sensitive parts. You reach down to grab at his arm as you moan his name, and he reaches up to grab your face into his hand. “Even if you can’t, niichan will make you.”

[iwaasfairy]

FAIRYYYYY DID YOU JUST WRITE SOMETHING I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO READ????????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 that Iwa and Tooru-nii fic omg. I'm honestly crying rn because I love it so much!!!!

(Now, the only thing I need is Yan Ushi kidnapping both Tooru and his sis and forcing them to breed. Maybe they'll make their own little volleyball team and maybe in the future an Oikawa will come to Shiratorizawa and set for an Ushijima 😅.) Please ignore that

Did I???? ( •́દ•̩̥̀ ) I’m just a girl who loves Tooru nii and Iwa a bit too much. Andjdjeksiodifie MAKE A LITYLE VOLLEYBALL TEAM IM FUCKINGHH SCREAMING aN OIKAWA SETTING FOR AN USHIJIMA

wait why can I see it though? the power trip. the knowledge he’s the one forcing them (though tooru nii would gladly breed his little sister any day >_>) I’m looking very impolitely

tw noncon, incest, abducting, forced breeding

he’d be so feral for you too, constantly palming his cock when around you without shame, making you sit or lay only where he can have his hands on you. he keeps saying that he hopes it’s twins or triplets, keeps saying that after these ‘ones’ are out he’ll make tooru put another one into you. “We should make the next monster generation,” he simply says when you glare at him for everything he does to you and your niichan.

he makes tooru nii fuck you even though you’re way pregnant, always saying that’ll ‘speed them up’. one time he sat by you on the bed he keeps you on most days and gave you a baby magazine with a list of names and to start picking them out for your ‘team’, calling you his and tooru’s little breeding slut. in a fucked up way he does take good care of you, though he always leaves niichan pissed off beyond belief, which he can only take out on his pretty, pregnant baby sister :`((

and as obsessed as ushijima seems with the idea of you and tooru’s babies, he hates it when you deny him. when you say that you won’t get pregnant again, or that you won’t ever let him take your babies from you, those hazel eyes always grow so sharp. then he fucks your sloppy cunny over and over again, even if you cry that it’s making you cramp or that he’s too rough. how dare you think you have a say over his oikawa-bred babies? he’s going to make a pure oikawa set for an ushijima no matter what

[iwaasfairy]

FAIRRYYYYYYY I LOVE YOU IT WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT. I'm honestly always feral for dark Ushi and his obsession with Oikawa and he is taking it out on Tooru's innocent leetle imouto 😭. Then Oikawa as a reluctant yet willing participant in all of this. Omg, now what if it is all just a front tho, all this time imouto-chan thinks they're being forced by Ushi but what she doesn't know is that it was planned by the both of them. Imagining them teaming up is just 😳🤤🥵🔥 thank you again for writing it. 😭😭😭

NO ILY 💘💓yesss there’s something so scary &sexy about big, strong ushijima who seems so dense and straightforward having dark ideas and wants, even better if he’s a lot more aware of what’s going on than he lets on.

tw incest, manipulation, noncon, forced pregnancy

but the thought of them working together for something this important? of course you never imagine your tooru nii to be in on all of this, why would he even agree in the first place? he hates ushijima, and loves you. loves that you were made to fit him perfectly, made to have niichan’s babies. that’s what he always says, so why wouldn’t you believe him? but they are really similar in some ways, in the ways they want someone to pass their legacy on to. they both take what they want without asking you twice.

so though you cry when you’re pressed to the side of the bed too hard and handled like a limp doll for ushijima to toss around, you cry much harder when you notice that the hands on your shoulders are of none other than niichan. and you beg that you don’t want to do it again, that you want tooru nii to help you and protect you from his ‘rival’. but he doesn’t. he only strokes your cheeks and urges you to take all of your captor inside again and again, and when you demand why he’s doing this to you again,,

the glints in his eyes are too sharp, too pointed. he barely looks like your niichan anymore. you think ushijima must have infected him with his madness. “didn’t you hear what he said? even we have to admit it wouldn’t be a new monster generation without a little ushijima, right?” before he chooses to shut up your noises by stuffing your mouth full of cock, he always shuts you up like that. and he has the nerve to glare down at you like you’re the one messing up the plans, when you never wanted any of this in the first place. “can’t you do your niichan this one favor and get pregnant again? then I’ll never ask for a thing after this.” liar, you think, because tooru smiles a little too giddily.

[iwaasfairy]

Different anon and I know this kind of sounds farfetched but let's imagine that step sis is also Ushi's imouto. Tooru wants to hate u since u're the same flesh and blood as his rival. At first, he does just that. He is mean to u, tries to tell u that Toshi-nii doesn't want u because u're not good enough as a sister. It goes on for a time until he realizes that u are the only thing that Ushi can't have and he is going to take advantage of that. 🙃

tw: dubcon

Tooru nii isn’t the best at self control, is one thing you learn before anything else about him. I can actually see it happening a lot quicker than he might expect too, the slight obsession he has with ‘ruining’ you. At first he just thinks it’ll be easy to ignore you, be mean to you any time you try to bond with your new niisan and stay as far away from you as possible, the both of you. But you are always coming to his door to bring him things, to spend time with him, to care for your niisan <3

It’s because your real big brother doesn’t want to spend time with you, huh? Are you really so dumb as to think he’ll want to spend time with you if you’re just using him as a distraction? No, if you want to spend time with Tooru nii you should prove that you’re more devoted to him. It only makes sense right? So you start hanging out in his room all the time, let him do whatever he wants to do with you in toe. It’s not your fault that you’re missing your niichan and Tooru nii fills that void so well. But then he starts asking you so many questions, all about Toshi nii and you pout because it’s always about getting back at Toshi nii for him :((

He also always hogs you when Toshi nii does come home on free weekends. You want to spend time with both of them, and Tooru doesn’t allow it. But you know your big brother won’t be bothered, and Tooru nii definitely will. He makes you wear his shirts after he’s worn them, for ‘bonding’ time. He makes you sleep in his bed /: Tooru nii in competition with Toshi nii would be sooo clingy, constantly showing you off to everyone as ‘his’ little sister, never Toshi’s.

And when that final switch flicks in his mind that there’s one more way that he can have you that Wakatoshi never can, he’ll absolutely take full advantage of that. At that point it doesn’t matter what you want, not really, he’ll make you want to agree with him in some way. And he promises not to tell anyone, but deep down he really wants your Toshi nii to find out 3:)

[iwaasfairy]

Thank you for that! 🥺🥺🥺 Tooru-nii is just 😬 this is going to be the last one. I hope you don't mind. 😅 How do you think Toshi-nii would react if he finally catches you and Tooru-nii? Will he save you like a good bro? Or will he want a little taste of their naive little imouto too???

I don’t mind at all this is the best time writing I’ve had this week (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) I got a bit distracted but I am once again thinking of Tooru nii and big bro Toshi

tw dubcon

Despite vERY secretly wanting to get caught Tooru is a careful, calculated person, so getting caught would be pretty hard. But maybe Toshi comes home one night and instead of going to his apartment he comes to your childhood home after a particularly tiring day. You’re not bounding over to him like you would be,, he guesses it is really late. But then he puts his stuff away to go find you in your room, just to check. He can really use some of your endless happiness right about now. Just you, because Oikawa still doesn’t get along with him too well.

You’re not in your room, you’re— you... your voice sounds from the other room, a loud whining for your ‘Tooru nii’ to go easy on you. He’s unsure of what to do, what is this situation even? Is he misunderstanding? He must be. So he dares to check in Oikawa’s room, swinging the door open in both of your burning faces. You’re wide eyed with tears covering your cheeks and trying to push your Tooru nii off but even Wakatoshi can tell exactly what’s going on. As Oikawa’s shock turns to an almost eerie calmness, you try to offer any kind of explanation, but come up short.

How can you tell your big brother that you are stuffed full of your niichan’s cock any time he’s not home? You can’t, so you don’t. Your brother steps into the room to point over at the closet so you get the clue to cover yourself up, as Oikawa finally starts to explain. Like he has practiced exactly what he’d say. That it’s his fault for being so bad to you, that their little imouto was so lonely that she came running into another niichan’s arms. That he shouldn’t think he’s “protecting” you this way, because you begged for it. You can’t even say anything,, you did ask for it just earlier, your body sooo needy after being conditioned to it already. You’re dressed in Tooru nii’s shirt, and you sit back down next to Tooru nii as he tucks you to his side <33 where you belong.

Because you’re his, he’s trained you so well. In the moment Toshi nii is too stunned to even do or say anything about it, but after a night of thinking about it? It doesn’t sit right that Tooru has taken something that was his right from under his nose. You were his little sister first, so why? As he tosses and turns, he considers that maybe it’d be better to let you live in his apartment for a while. Just to keep you safe, right? And maybe he can bring back the bright, bubbly girl from that meek shell. With the right coaching. And maybe a few well timed kisses.

[iwaasfairy]

Hello! Are you still taking requests? Because if you are still up to the nii-san ones, can I please have an Ushi-nii-san? Lol you started out big (it was really good by the way) sooo why not continue? Thank youuu. Hope you are having a great day! 😊

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (๑꒪⍘꒪๑) & 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺!!

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

You’re laying in his bed by the time he finally returns from practice. Curled into a little ball around the scrunched blankets in your fists, and for a moment Wakatoshi imagines you are as small as you were almost twenty years ago, frozen in time with him as a spectator. But you’re not, of course you’re not. You’re an active player of your own life, bright and bustling and unending in devotion to anything that shows you kindness. Not so active right now though, he thinks with a tiny smile, walking over to take the remaining surface of blanket to drape it over your exposed shoulders.

You’re twisted into an uncomfortable looking position, upper half down on the mattress but your hips and legs sideways and your knees pulled toward you. He sighs as he pries a hand between your stomach and the plush to move you back into a sideways position with ease, lingering his hand for a second where it looks so giant compared to your resting figure. He’s always been big, bigger than you and knowing of it too, since volleyball requires this awareness to measure for thought. But never has he felt so much bigger than you, like he could swallow you up if he tried.

He brushes his fingertips from your temple all the way to the soft lines of your collarbones, lingering there. Something invisible that blooms under the surface of your skin, hidden by sinew and soft muscle. Because where he is big, you are soft and warm and he’s been told multiple times that you’re everything he lacks. Maybe that’s why he cares so much, even when you’re unaware of his presence. Though, he muses, you can’t be completely unknowing if you found your way into his bed at the tick of nightfall.

Maybe you were waiting for him and fell asleep. He only returns for weekends now, though he knows you hate it. Wakatoshi is the oldest, needs to be the responsible one even if he hates it too. But there’s a bright part of his future dedicated to you and he’ll be damned if he lets himself mess that up. The brunet moves from beside the bed to the closet, making his way into the bathroom to take a quick shower, before setting foot in the room of his childhood again.

He pauses. “What are you doing up? You were sleeping fine.” You’re sitting up in his bed, and though it’s hard to tell in the darkness he known your head is bopping forward with each exhausted blink. You don’t respond until he sits down on his bed, dipping it with his weight.

“Toshi-nii, you’re back home,” you whisper, sounding so soft, small, dainty. He nods, sliding onto the free half of the bed and playing with the edge of the blanket as he tries to get situated. It’s hard when you’re in the middle of it, his bed is not big. “I’m glad, I missed you.” You rub a fist over your eyes, before you willingly topple into him. Your face connecting with his bare chest, you reach your little arms around his shoulders into a hug, unable to connect it. He shifts a little to make it easier for you, but you’re just too small.

“Are you going back to your room now?” he asks, trying his best to keep the volume down. You shake your head in disagreement, mumbling something vague about staying with him, until he sighs and gives in to wrap his muscular arm around the small of your back, letting you lay halfway on top of him in an embrace. “How was your week?” he tries, even more soft but he already knows by the steady breathing that’s you’re back in dreamland. Your leg folded on top of his thighs, torso claiming him as yours even in your sleep. You don’t even need to try, though he doubts you know that.

You’ve got your big brother wrapped like steel thread around your tiny, little finger.

[iwaasfairy]

Would u ever write for Ushijima

I’m sure I will write a full fic for him at some point yes yes but for now you can find all my ushi thirsts under the #💫ch.ushijima tag!! or you can use the thirst navigation as well 💘

[iwaasfairy]

brain dead rn so im of little use but please consider: 

ushijima as a rich boy. born into a prestigious family where no expense is too large, always dressed to the nines. silver rings adorning his long fingers. he sleeps and breathes rich, drives a black McLaren 570S, always pays for his friends’ dinner. you meet him volunteering for the same organization abroad. you spend the best part of summer together, wrapped in his strong arms. and then you get back home and you figure out exactly who he is, but somehow you still find yourself waking up in his bed most days when he comes back from his morning run, peppering kisses all over your face with that deep, rumbling giggle.