#have a fairhi valentine's day!!

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WARNiNG contains volatile content. 18+. viewer discretion advised

here is the masterlist of the valentine's collab between the amazing @seijorhi and myself from, , , a little while ago! I hope you enjoy the pieces and thank you so, so much to rhi for doing this with me, and to everyone who sent in an ask to participate!

┌─ “ ! „ all content below may contain - yandere. noncon. (pseudo) incest. stepcest. blood. gore.

𓂃 ִֶָ BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER 𓂃 ִֶָ

┊ inako ┊

atsumu & osamu - relentless

tsumu - sugar and spice and everything sparkly

samu - 001 bathtime  002 the best  003 powerful gazes

aran - omorashi

suna - picture perfect

┊ seijoh ┊

oikawa - 001 intoxicating  002 slight touches  003 promise  004 obedient

iwaizumi - 001 pretty mess 002 restraint  003 trapped

mattsun - helping hand

kyoutani - dried tears and old bruises

┊ karasuno ┊

kageyama - apology

┊ nekoma ┊

kuroo - tragedy

kenma - red roses

┊ fukurodani ┊

konoha - smoke

┊ shiratorizawa ┊

ushijima - 001 gold digger 002 warmth 003 first time

semi - concert thrills

tendou - liar

┊ other ┊

sakusa - peeping tom

adriah - right or wrong

romero - shut up

keishin - 001 vivid dreams 002 work experience

suguru - eat you up 

meian - punishing you

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@shadowkunoichi said: Happy bday month bby!!!! I’m too stoked for this event! Could I get stepbro meian + punishing you? I stole this one from Rhi but she really appreciated the bday wishes

Punishing you

tw stepcest, hitting, toxic relationship

“Shugo~!” You hate him. You don’t really, but when he gets overbearing like this and way too pushy to be in the right state of mind to do anything, you think you hate him.

Another sting to your cheek makes your tears well up and your skin glow painfully under the touch, sitting on your knees and hands folded pitifully in your lap. When he brings his large hand towards you again you flinch, now grabbing onto his wrist. “I don’t -wanna do t-this anymore.”

Towering over you so much it aches to look up that far, you don’t wonder what his face looks like right now. It’s some mix of anger and disappointment, surely, and you’re not sure if you can handle any more right now. You cling to his wrist with both hands when he pulls his hand back, letting him jerk you forward until you lose your balance and end up on your hands too. Shugo takes a deep breath, before you can hear him walk away from you. Over to his bed, dropping into it. It stays quiet for a few seconds, before you dare look up over your shoulder. “Niisan?”

Your cheek is still tingling and stinging a little as you push yourself from the ground and over to the huge form on the bed, his feet handing uselessly over the end of it. “You act like I like doin’ it.” He sounds tired. That makes two of you. You crawl onto the bed and watch him, as he looks over your face and your swollen lips. “If you just learned—” he mumbles, now reaching over to you and cupping your painful cheek in his warm hand, soothing the thumb over the tender area a few times before pulling you toward him and into his chest. “Yer mine, why don't ya just accept it.”

His strong arms wrap around you and pull you so close you can’t breathe air that isn’t full of Shugo, his scent, his warmth, his cologne. Your legs resting uselessly between his thighs as he shifts you higher onto him so your face is in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, Go niichan. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You love him too, sadly. No matter what he does or how mean he manages to be sometimes, there’s nothing that can change that. And when he rolls you over under him and noses at your cheek, you can only pretend like you can’t feel his love in return. He kisses the skin, then licks up your tears, before he’s eyeing you down one last time. “No more other guys, yeah? Then I won’t hurt you. Promise.”

You only nod, but it’s enough confirmation for him to dip down and kiss you deeply, tongue in your mouth and shuffling closer to your comparatively tiny body, and let out a little grunt. Not faint enough to be ignored. He kisses hungrily, sucking your tongue into his mouth and claiming you, before dropping his mouth to your neck and already starting to pull off your top and then shorts.

You try to pretend he wasn’t choking you on those thick fingers earlier, when they paw at your tits or play at your panties. This is ‘mercy’ to Shugo, you’d be smart to take it.

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[iwaasfairy]

@peachlle​ said: Step daddy Atsumu + sugar and spice and everything sparkly

Sugar and spice and everything sparkly

tw stepcest, dubcon

“Shhh, shut it,” you breathe, careful to unclasp the straps of your heels and land on your toes to muffle the noise, ignoring your two tipsy friends. You peer into the dark living room from the landing, before letting out a big breath. “We can’t wake up my parents, okay? I wasn’t supposed to drink tonight.”

“But the champagne was so good,” your best friend mumbles, looking more droopy every second. You point her to the couches before she collapses on you entirely, mumbling something under your breath about taking off her clothes and brushing her teeth that is vaguely understandable at best, even to you. You instead focus on the man still struggling with his shoes, watching him as he finally resorts to kicking them off by the heels and straightening up.

He waits for a moment, before putting an arm around your shoulders and leaning his forehead to yours, close enough to feel the soft puffs of air on your cheeks. “Y’look so sexy tonight.” You can feel the heat on your cheeks grow with every heartbeat. Not here, not right now, you have to remind yourself. No matter how much you like him. “This sparkly little thing looks great on you. But I think you’d look even better out of it.” A little snort falls from you at the cliche line. You push his face aside by his cheek as he laughs.

“Shut up, go to sleep.” After a bit of delegating, you watch him slaunter into the living room to help your other friend tie her hair, as you sneak into the kitchen for some water and painkillers, digging through the cabinets. You take a sip of your glass when you straighten up, then turn. You jump back with a sharp breath. “Daddy.”

“Want to explain to me,” he says, hair messy from sleep and eyes darker than normal as he rounds on you, “why there’s two people sleepin’ on our couch?” He drags his nail along the furniture with a grating noise, before stopping right in front of you. You have to throw your head back to look at him, swaying a little. Before you can speak though, he pulls you in a bit closer by your waist, dropping his lips to your cheek, then down your neck.

A little breath over the sensitive skin keeps you frozen, even more when he clicks his tongue. “Or why my baby’s covered in someone else’s scent?”

“I- I,” you start, looking at the floor when he pulls back. But daddy doesn’t let you, of course not, instead grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his. “Daddy, not now,” you plead, biting your bottom lip. He tends to be reckless when his friends or old coworkers are around, but you have no idea how you’ll ever explain this to your friends if they walk in. Let alone your mom. Your small hand wraps around his wrist. “Please, we’ll be found-”

“‘M not askin’, princess,” he hisses. He eyes the short dress you’re wearing, skin tingling when he drops a hand to your thigh, sliding up. “Get on yer fuckin’ knees,” he breathes, “little whores need to get punished. Yer gonna suck daddy’s cock nice and quiet, hm? Don’t wanna wake yer friends.”

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: Niichan Osamu + The best

The best

tw incest

You don’t notice it. You tell yourself that you don’t notice it, you just can’t, the way your brothers differ. Because if you start thinking of how they differ, you’ll pick a favourite and that’s unfair to the both of them. But it’s so hard not to, when they seem determined to rub in your face how different they are at every turn. Samu isn’t much of a touchy person with everyone, but he is with you. It’s not something you ever thought about, until Atsumu suddenly complained one day that Samu’s ‘always fucking hoggin’ ‘er’, and after that it became pretty clear pretty quick.

But it’s also not a bother, because where Atsumu shows his love by coming home with loud announcements and the stuff he got you in gift shops in different gyms, Osamu shows his love with touch.

You expect nothing less than a big kiss when he visits for the weekends, pulling you into a hug and whispering into your ear. You’ve long grown used to the way his eyes seem to glow when you tell him he seems even bigger, or tease him about being the clingier brother after all. You see him more often than you get to see Tsumu, spend more time with him. Sometimes he sits on our bed with your head resting in his lap while you talk, and it often ends with him urging you up into his lap, keeping your chest pressed to his and your cheeks and neck full of kisses.

But one thing you do know is different about the two of them, is that Tsumu never looks hungry when you’re in that spot. Osamu definitely does. And sometimes when he invites you for a movie night, just you two, you don’t miss how he cuddles up and tangles his legs with yours, pushing his hips into you.

You can’t avoid it, breathing speeding up at the distinct press between your legs. You don’t miss the groan he lets out under his breath when you experimentally shift a bit closer, needing some kind of friction for your poor, gushing pussy. “Hm, yer wigglin’,” he whispers then, grabbing your hips with strong fingers and pulling you closer. But when you grow quiet, already having several apologies on your tongue, he rests his lips on your neck, humming. “Don’t stop.”

You don’t know how or why it changes, only that Osamu is always above you now. At night, in the mornings, with his face between your legs and moaning like a man starved when sucking on your clit, when pushing his fingers inside or when laying on top of you with his huge, muscular body and rocking the drooling tip of his cock against your pussy. “Who’s makin’ ya feel like this?” he breathes, pulling back to watch your face, your hot cheeks and spread lips. “Tell me.”

“Niichan is.”

“Which one?” he growls, louder now, pressing his nose to your throat to suck another mark there. He never cares that he leaves big planes of splotches all over. He loves it.

“Samu nii!” And he doesn’t say it, but you can tell with the way his thrusts get deeper, more precise. Made to make you cry for his cock. He knows which one of the two you prefer when they come home, as you should.

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: Ah! Could I request stepbro oikawa - Intoxicating? 😳🙏 Don't mind the title, I'm really bad at coming up with em'.

Intoxicating

tw yandere, stepcest, noncon

There’s something about the way he carries himself. Lives for himself, undyingly stubborn, that would have most people swooning. You know that, you get it, but to you your big brother is nothing more than a showy annoyance who just so happens to be packaged nicely. Running his fingers through his hair and smiling wide like nothing could touch him if it tried, and you know it’s tried plenty. You never used to like him much growing up, taking up your spot as the oldest and getting to stay up later than you, considered an adult earlier then you, had the nerve to tell you who and how you couldn’t date.

But then he left, tears in his eyes as he hugged you goodbye in a strange display of doting big brother that you hadn’t seen much in your years shared with him. The strange thing about missing is that sometimes it convinces you of things that aren’t true. It doesn’t surprise you that after two years, he is taller, more bronzed, hair bleached a few shades lighter by the sun and his smile so bright it stuns you for a second. It does surprise you that he brought you a necklace from ‘home’, gently putting it on your neck so that the line of diamonds falls between the valley of your breasts.

He’d started calling it home about six months in and though you never thought you would, you did grow a bit envious of how easily he left behind one life to start a new one. When he invites you to come live with him, despite all logic, you say ‘yes’. And when he shows you around his place, mentioning important rules and little things he’s picked up living here. One of them, ‘don’t go outside without him, not at all if you don’t have to’. It takes about a week to pick up on the fact that Tooru is well liked everywhere he goes. It takes a while longer to pick up on the fact that you’re well liked because they call you Mrs. Oikawa.

It’s Tooru who comes out with the marriage certificate when you accuse him of telling the neighbors weird shit, of taking advantage of the fact that you have less of a grasp on the language. Slamming it on the table like you ever had any idea, like you had a choice. And when he spits he’s been patient, wanting to do this ‘right’— whatever the fuck that means, that you’re trying to ruin everything, you storm out.

Not for very long, you only make it a few streets before he’s clamping a hand over your mouth and catching eyes with you. His pretty hazel blown out, glittering in delight. He’s enjoying it now. You blank when he takes his hand away, but you don’t get the chance to think before his mouth is slotted over yours and his tongue is pushing at the seam of your lips. Your faint ‘Tooru nii’ is muffled by his tongue, pressing his tall, strong body against yours and grinding up against you. You don’t know what to say, or think, don’t know anything other than the lovesick expression on his face when he tells you.

“Come home, love. I bought it so we can finally be together. And now no one will know.”

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: Step daddy osamu + powerful gazes

Powerful gazes

tw noncon, stepcest, drugging, somno

It’s always so terrifying when you end up this way. Tied up, bruised, tears rolling down your cheeks and struggling against the zip ties around your wrists. Drowsy, limbs so heavy and everything in your head sluggish, making it hard to even take a breath through your sobbing. Sweat pooling under your tits and having them kneaded in strong, rough hands. His body is overtop of you, inside you, it always is in these moments, pushing inside you with a harsh grunt that only adds to the pounding between your ears. But you’ve had this dream enough times to know that you’ll wake up in the morning and everything will be okay.

When you tell your mom, she’s skeptical. After all, you did leave out some crucial parts about your nightmare to spare her, to spare yourself from judgement. To spare him too. You just told her there was a man hovering over you in it, instead of the more accurate truth that you were split open on his fat cock until your insides felt bruised and you’d cum twice despite crying through it all. You told her it was something else, something bad that was hurting you in your nightmare, and she’d held you close and told you that everything was alright. You’re big enough not to let nightmares get to you anymore, right?

After the second, third, tenth time she gets worried. Gets you to see a doctor for insomnia, maybe a therapist too. From the sessions you do get, the woman tells you it is most likely abandonment issues because of your father, your brain trying to process such a traumatic event at such an early age. You don’t question it. It’s all just a nightmare anyway. Just a dream. It’s not like you’re not suspicious, you’re not stupid. You come home and meet those big, grey eyes, and part of your brain knows exactly which face you’re missing out on each night.

But you’re always so tired, so limp and useless that you can’t even open your eyes, let alone move away. But it’s just a nightmare— until the finger shaped bruises around your throat one morning don’t scrub away no matter how hard you try. When your sweaty body isn’t unaware, feeling the distinct pressure of something having been inside you, tearing you up where it shouldn’t have, where no one should have been. You panic. Your mom’s off to work. So you stumble down the stairs into daddy’s office.

Useless, pathetic, crying your eyes out as you sob his name. “Please help me, daddy, I think someone’s-” You don’t make it very far into your sentence before you realize your mistake. Before he stands from his chair and lifts your arms to take you into a hug, feeling so familiar. Too much so. You try to pull back, but his hold tightens.

“Shhh, s’okay.” Voice low as he pets your hair, and you pull back harder. But he’s got you in such a tight hug, barely a mimic of real intimacy. “Yer not gonna tell anyone anythin’ again. Yer a good girl for daddy, hm?” He pulls back to watch your glistening eyes, before dipping down and pressing a kiss on your lips. One you pull away from too late, but his eyes narrow anyway.

“Don’t make me hurt you, baby.”

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[iwaasfairy]

@nectarous​ said: aran-nii + piss <3

Omorashi

tw incest, piss, dubcon

“Niichan,” you pout, banging on the door of the bathroom impatiently, “Aran nii, can ya please hurry up? The toilet downstairs is occupied, please let me in.” You can hear the shower turn off, but he doesn’t say anything, leaving you shifting around on your socks, standing up and down on your toes a few times. You whine louder when pressing your thighs together, and knock against it again at the silence in there. Though you know how long he’s been in the shower, and that you most likely interrupted his private time, you had no other choice.  “Aran nii! Open the door, I have to pee.”

You sound as pathetic as you feel speaking through the wood, but he still shouldn’t be taking so long. As soon as you hear the lock turn you push at the handle and shove open the door to worm you inside, but a warm hand holds you back by your shoulder. “That badly?” he laughs, but it’s a bit blurred to the tears you’re barely keeping in at this point. And normally you might join him if he wasn’t actively keeping you from your goal, the muscles in your belly ready to snap.

“Yeah!” you squeak, worming from under his grip to pull up your top and quickly shove the zipper along, pulling down your pants.

“H-hey, I’m still in here,” he says, looking to the tiles instead and closing the door for you. You barely notice his large frame moving around the bathroom when you finally get your panties down and sit onto the toilet. And you would be embarrassed, but right now you’re too happy to sit down and let go. It’s quiet in the bathroom while you relieve yourself, avoiding eye contact to the best of your ability, before Aran clears his voice. He seems to think over his words carefully, peeking out a soft tongue to wet his bottom lip. “‘M glad we’re close enough for’ya to,” a soft sigh, “pee in front of me.”

Your eyebrows pull together at that, eyes only now widening in confusion to look at him in the low light, and going a bit dumbfounded at the sight. You knew you were interrupting something earlier, but you didn’t notice when pushing past him. Aran’s towel is wrapped low around his waist, and the outline of his hard cock is clear under it. “What—”

He slowly starts untying the towel from his hips, before kicking it away entirely. “How did you know I like that, ‘mouto chan? Have ya been goin’ through my internet history again?” He closes in on you now, and you clutch the toilet paper in your hand when your eyes fall to his hard cock, precum beading on the tip. You look away, but the damage has been done.

“Niichan, I don’t think- I didn’t,” you struggle, trying not to move your eyes from his face as you lean back a bit. 

“I’ll be quick.” He brushes his fingertips along your cheeks and jaw, then leans down a bit more when you shake your head. He sighs. “Please? Wanna see ya do that again on my cock. I’ll make ya feel good, promise.”

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[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.”

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: Daddy Iwa + Restraint

Restraint

tw incest, daddy

You huff when he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your face, can’t help the deep-set pout as it digs into your soft features.

“Stop that, it’s not as big a deal as you’re making it,” he mumbles, playing with the edge of the blankets before he pulls it right to your chin. “C’mon, just go to sleep and you’ll have forgotten about it by tomorrow. I’m not asking you to wait up for me.”

“I just don’t get why you have to go!” you snap, pulling your arms from under the blankets and glaring up at him through glassy eyes. “Why do you have to go on some date with some stupid old lady who doesn’t even know anything about you?!”

“Baby,” he presses a hand to his temple. “I’m not fighting you about this.”

“But daddy, why?” you whisper, tears growing heavier. Your lip trembles when you stare at him. It’s just— it’s always been just you and him, Hajime handled being a single dad well, better than most would. He never once introduced you to anyone he was interested in, busy with you and work and life if general.

So why now? He sits down on the bed, sliding your legs aside a bit and resting his hand there to drag soft circles on the exposed skin. “It’s just one date, little one. I’m not hoping it’ll work out or anything, just gonna see.” You don’t have to say it, his frown comes instinctively at your tears.

“Daddy. I- Just— What the hell do you need her for that I can’t do?” you mumble back as you look down, picking at the threads.

“Don’t.” Eyes digging into yours as his hand stills. “We’re not having this talk again.”

Your nail dragging along your sheets, you shift back so you’re laying flat. “I could do it. You know I could.” Your daddy lets out a deep sigh that seems to tremble through his bones, because he knows. “Want you to do that again.”

It was just you and him on New Year, both of you drank enough to lay you out for two days after. When the countdown came, you started it. Kissed him full on the lips, smiling when he froze up. You just hadn’t expected him to pull you down on his lap afterward, kissing you deeper, harder, pushing you down and laying you under him to roll his clothed erection against you. And he’d stopped himself after that, looking entirely mortified and swearing never to speak of it again.

But you can’t. Your hands tangle into his collar when he moves, yanking him down to press your lips to his and your legs around his waist, clinging on. “I need you, daddy,” you gasp, “need to feel you inside. I’m yours, please.” You roll your hips against his and his eyelids flutter, looking too dumbfounded for words.

On top of you, staring with shallow breaths, you keep going. Kissing, grinding, licking down his throat like your life depends on it. “Daddy,” you whisper, and the noise he lets out is stuttered and so soft. You suck down on his skin until he groans, your pussy rubbing against his cock. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.”

His hand tightens on your hip, eyes blown out when you meet them. His bottom lip is slotted between his teeth when he pushes back to you. And his eyes narrow when a small curl comes to his mouth corners, voice low and raspy when he presses the word to your skin. “Beg.”

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[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.

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@ilhvm​ said: for your valentines event may I ask for stepbrother + oikawa + slight touches? I wish you all a beautiful day/night!! Take care of yourself and drink a lot of water ‼️ love you, many kisses and hugs 🌻🤍

Slight touches

tw stepcest, niichan, public

Tooru, for all intents and purposes, doesn’t play fair. He never has, if his quick sleight of hand in Uno and Monopoly is anything to go by. He once had the guts to make fun of Mattsun showing off a card trick, only to exchange sleeping spots with you and Iwa without anyone noticing. You only knew because he woke you up in the middle of the night with bright eyes and an unrelenting tugging on the edge of your shirt, only knew because he told you. Whispered it under the cover of a starless night, pulling you so close you’d both be sweating within the hour.

But it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. The rush of giddiness he gets when doing something he’s not supposed to, without anyone being the wiser. If he were to admit to it all, you’d probably be frightened by the force of his testy nature. But niichan’s smart enough to know when to keep his secrets. Your parents smile when talking over the last of dinner, the two of them across from each other as you and Tooru scoot in closer on the couch. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, you’re resting on top of him, legs either side and a blanket to cover you. “Mom,” Tooru glances over the back of the couch, shifting you a little.

You have to bite your lip to hold in a hiss, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Don’t forget to take the extra groceries you got grandma, they’re still in the other fridge.” The pretty woman hums, and then takes another look around the kitchen as Tooru shifts his hips under you more.

“The rest of dinner’s in the fridge, you just have to heat it up.” She sends your dad to start the car, then leaning over the couch to take another good look at you by gently urging your face up. “She’s definitely still feverish,” she sighs. “Are you sure you can deal with it, Tooru?”

“I got it,” he confirms, sending his mom another small smile. He’s good at that, you’ve noticed, soothing people’s worries. Too bad he always uses that gift for evil. “Promise I’ll take good care of her. Now hurry or you’ll miss the train.” 

“Okay, fine— if you need anything, you can ask your niisan! We’re off.” She quickly collects her purse, making her way to the hall and then the door. “Bye, kids!”

“Bye,” you manage just barely, your voice weak and too croaky, before the door closes. It stays quiet for a few seconds, before Tooru starts giggling.

He pinches your cheek until you hiss, nosing at your temple with a few eager chuckles, then kissing along your ear. “You’re so obvious,” he whispers, as you frown into his touch. But then he bites at the skin and rolls his hips against yours again, creating a lewd clicking sound of your pussy sucking him in more.

“T-told you not to do it here,” you whine, clinging to his collar tighter as a bead of sweat rolls down your back. It’s so fucking hot under the blanket, with the swelling heat of Tooru’s long, muscular body pressed against you. “Niichan, ah-”

“You’re lucky I’m quite the actor.” He clings to your hips tighter, fucking up into you for a few thrusts as a soft groan escapes him. “Say ‘thank you for saving us, niichan’.”

“T-thank you for saving us, niichan.”

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anon said: Hi I could you do matsukawa nii + helping hand 👀

Helping hand

tw incest, somno

You peek into the living room with a little pout midway through the movie, walking in on light feet not to disturb the guys. It’d been a while since all four of them stayed over, but still, after all the time spent with your big brother’s best friends you'd be able to pick them out blind and deaf.

You pour yourself another coffee right when the movie’s paused and Hiro glances over the back of the couch at you. “You’re still up?” he asks, causing the others to look over too. Issei’s eyes fall on you too easily, slipping down your body to your exposed legs too easily too, but you don’t pay him any mind anymore.

He’s always like that anyway. “Little Mattsun!” Oikawa jumps up from the couch to jog over to you, wide grin on his tanned face as he pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re so big now, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“I’m not that much taller,” you say back, only to heat up when he beams down at you.

“No, you just became ever prettier, cutie.”

“Oikawa, leave my sister alone, please,” Issei nii sighs, already ignoring him in favour of waving you over. He grabs your free hand as soon as you’re close enough, and pulls you next to him on the couch. “How long have you been studying, wanna take a break with us?”

Too long, truthfully. Your eyes hurt and your back aches from sitting in place for hours, but you really want to finish this course before Wednesday and time is running shorter than you want it to. Your silence is enough to have him nodding taking the fresh cup of coffee from your hands to urge your head to his chest. “Take a nap, yeah? I’ll wake you up so you can continue working after if you still feel like it.”

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When you wake up, it’s hot. Beads of sweat on your hairline, your body burning up from the inside. You groan, reach up to rub a hand over your eyes. Instead of that though, a larger hand catches your wrist, urging it down. And a sound comes out of you too throaty and moaned, your head falling back. A flattened tongue being pressed against your clit, lapping up your slick and making more for his fingers to slide through.

“Issei nii,” you breathe, letting your hand come to his head to tangle into his hair. Issei hums into your skin, angling his fingers up a little more, making your toes curl with pleasure. Three thick fingers, fucking into you paired with the continued circling of your puffy bud with his tongue, it’s all too much. You groan, before finally taking a moment to look around.

Though niichan isn’t stupid, he tends not to care where you are when he gets an urge. But luckily, you’re in your own bed. You don’t know where the guys are, you don’t ask.

“Wake up, baby sister. It’s time.” When you whine and he curls his fingers again, a deep chuckle fills the room. “C’mon, I’ll help. And if you get all the answers right maybe I’ll let you cum.”

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anon said: For the valentines event, can I please get stepdaddy Osamu + bathtime? Also, that touch of fairy + rhi = fairhi is so cute. It’s like you two were meant to collab together ☺️

Bathtime

tw stepcest, noncon

Osamu never seems to think of anything as a chore. It’s an admirable trait, you guess, when he’s cleaning up the mess on the kitchen counters you made in your excitement to finish the cupcakes. Or when he’s calling up his twin brother to give another explanation on how to get his car going again, or when he’s dealing with a customer meltdown at the store with the practiced ease of someone who’s had to deal with a fussy sibling for too long. He’s good at that sort of stuff, seems to take a lot of pride in being the responsible one.

The man of the household. None of this ever bothered you, in fact, not too long ago you looked up to that part of him. You’d tell it over dinner with your cheeks stuffed when praising his skills, with his dark eyes gliding in gratitude over your expression and smiling softly. Your free time was split between catching up on classes and spending your time observing in the shop, the cute apron having been tied around your waist by daddy himself, promising to learn the trade secrets so you could take over the store when you were old enough to replace him. And you’d curl up against his warm side when watching a movie, falling asleep against his side and being carried to bed. He’s always been good to you.

Caring and giving and gentle when handling you, like a little flower that could be damaged too easily. But with the time passing, suddenly more and more seemed to fall under his practiced handling. Too much. He’d be up early in the mornings to get you out of bed, quickly helping you with your hair and getting you out of your pyjamas. Carried to the shower and put into the bath. You should have thought about it more, but it’s much easier to trust than to think when you’re being treated like a princess. But when the rough fingertips dip down over your shoulder along your chest, suddenly you’re aware. Of how vulnerable you are, and how big daddy is compared to you.

Running those digits along your collarbones and then up towards your throat, wrapping around the skin too easily. His other hand trailing between the valley of your breasts and into the water to ghost down lower. “Daddy!” you squeak, trying to push his hand away from your neck and the suddenly frightening way he’s squeezing it, enough to have you unmoving in his grasp. “What are you—”

“Shhh, just let me take care of’ya.” His hands slide in between your thighs despite the way you're squeezing them shut, fingers poking and prodding where they don’t belong. “‘M gonna help ya out. Hear ya stuff yer fingers into that little cunt too often, baby. Yer not doin’ it good enough.” He forces open your thighs despite the shaking of your head and the forceful grip on his arm, ignoring your pleading eyes.

The pressure of his fingers invading your pussy is uncomfortable, but the way the fleshy part of his palm rubs over your clit each time feels good. He’ll make you cum for sure, give it to you without you asking, like he always does. Too bad daddy knows you well enough to see you won’t talk.

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: OHHHH EVENT IT 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 may i request uncle kenma with “red roses”, please??

Red roses

tw incest, noncon, threats

Your mother always brings red flowers, says they brighten up the room a little. You guess they do, you think while staring at the separating petals, in uncle Kenma’s dark house anything with a bit of colour does. He puts them on the windowsill, right in between the black curtains, across from the littered mess of dark clothing on the floor. It’s a breath of fresh air, one much needed in Kenma’s apartment most days.

That’s why you’re asked to go over a lot too. Your mom worries about her younger brother pretty often, living all alone in the big city being in the public eye. He’s not the type to ask for help when he doesn’t absolutely need to, and that’s probably why your mom makes you visit on the weekends.

It’s quite ironic that such a quiet, collected person is the one bringing others that much entertainment. But his skill paired with dry wit and his ability to see things through no matter how frustrating is what makes him a dangerous opponent. A success. You think it’s what makes him such a threat as well. And like this, crouched over you and panting into your skin and whispering confessions of his love for you, it’s easy to remember the things he threatened if you didn’t play along.

So you let him push his tongue into your mouth and slide your panties aside, let him mouth at your throat with sloppy, wet kisses that make you ache for the possibility to shed your skin. He grunts under his breath when lapping at your pulse, calling you some variation of pretty as those practiced fingers slide in and toy at your clit all at once, making your belly tingle and your lids flutter. You look at those flowers and remember that there’s more than this, more than taking your uncle’s fingers in his bed for one, groceries defrosting by the door.

He had made it pretty easy though, placing the money you’re owed into his shirt with a tiny smile, telling you to come get it. Next it was in his pants, forcing you to stuff your hand into his leggings to feel around for the money. That’s when he leaned in close, almost up to your face, but you still trusted him. He’s family, of course pretty, young, smart uncle Kenma wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you. Wrong.

You can’t think when he’s hauling your thigh up and getting in between your legs, moaning softly at the taste of his fingers sliding onto his tongue. “Tastes good,” he mumbles when you catch his eye just briefly, before he pushes down his sweats to reveal his eager, drooling cock. Not wasting any time by touching it himself, no, he wants your dripping cunny to be the only thing making him feel so good.

“You have to get it nice and big,” brushing his cockhead over your wet lips, “touch it.” Seated and embarrassed, with the phone shoved into your face too closely and the light blindingly distracting. ‘Uncle Kenma, this feels weird,’ you’d begged, and he’d only rubbed his cock all over your face and lips even more.

“Unless you want everyone to know how you take my cock on the weekends like a whore, I’d shut up. I can ruin you.” Those words paired with a calm, lithe voice only made them sting more. 

So you stare at those roses, and pretend you’re being loved instead.

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[iwaasfairy]

anon said: cousins!miya bros + last chance

Last chance

tw noncon, incest, semi-public

Osamu is the reasonable one, you like to think, as you’re dragged behind him with his long fingers wrapped around your small wrist. He was the one standing up for you when Tsumu would get fed up and throw a fit as kids. And he’d egg him on for sure, but at least the tension wasn’t directed to you. You grandmother’s house barely knew rest with those two constantly demanding your attention. Osamu is safer, most of the time, but he’s also much harder to read. “Where are we going, Samu?” you pout, “I’m going to miss my train if you don’t hurry up.”

His grey eyes meet yours as he turns over his shoulder, but then he’s already leading you down the stairs, further and further away. “C’mon, Tsumu begged ya. Ya can’t leave ‘im hangin’.” You pass other passengers, hauling your suitcase behind with a sigh. If you miss your train you’ll never forgive the blond, even if he is family. Hell, you’ll never forgive Osamu either, just for going along with it.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” you try again, but then he stops walking and shoves open a staff door, letting you in. You barely make it a few steps inside before you’re pushed, tripping. “Aw, what the hell, Samu!”

“Yeah, Samu,” another voice pipes up, “gotta be careful.” Atsumu is standing cross-armed, while the heavy door drops closed behind you and leaves the three of you in the pitch black. You shuffle back, but you can feel Osamu towering over you from your spot on the floor.

The tiles are cold, much like your mood now. Your eyes adjust to the dark enough to show Tsumu closing in on you, dropping into a squat to tilt his head. He smiles. Even in the lack of light, it’s too bright, too— wide. It’s angry and vicious, and you suddenly feel too small between your two cousins.

“Guys, what are-” you start, pushing yourself from your butt, only to have Osamu’s hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

“Yanno, it’s strange,” Atsumu cuts in, fiddling with his belt. The clicks of the metal and your strained breath is the only sound for a moment. “Yer no liar, yet—”

“Ya weren’t gonna go tellin’ us yer leavin’?” Osamu’s grip gets tighter as Atsumu pulls out his belt, grabbing onto your chin with his free hand. And he slides the belt around your neck, when you start struggling against them. You kick at his leg, but Samu is quick to wrap his long arms around you and keep you in place, and Atsumu darts forward with a feral grin on his lips, yanking you closer.

“Stop, let go,” you whisper, eyes going wide when Tsumu crawls close and pins you in place against Samu, who whispers soft praises into your skin, but you’re more focused on the other twin. He pulls the belt tight, hovers his mouth over yours.

“S’yer fault for makin’ us do this.” He grabs hold of your hands with one of his, and grips them so tight it hurts. “Samu, hurry yer ass.” Osamu lets you go, zipping down and shuffling closer to you. He grabs a fistfull of hair when you open your mouth again and yanks back so you’re forced to rest your head on his shoulder.

“She’s missing ‘er train anyway, Tsumu. Take yer time.”

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anon said: Stepbrother or Niichan Iwaizumi + Trapped please?

Trapped

tw incest, possessive behaviour, dubcon, choking

You guess there’s a moment in every upsetting memory that betrays a mistake of your own. A trip up, however minor, that caused destruction later down the line. But for you, it wasn’t like that. You were born like it, or rather, Hajime was born first, so you were just the little sister from the start. It wasn’t too bad. He was a couple years older and loved to drag you around into a new adventure that you were a little too small to partake in. It was okay though, it’s the thought that counted.

But being Hajime’s little sister also wasn’t easy. Years of fighting because you were his little sister and no one else’s. He never failed to remind you. And when you confessed to your big brother that a boy had asked you to be his girlfriend last year of middle school, you could basically hear the cogs in his head grind to a halt. He wasn’t cruel as much as he was suffocating. Walking you to and from school, checking up with your friends every few hours to make sure you hadn’t gone anywhere, making you sit in his room to do your homework instead of your own. It was too much, you felt sheltered.

When he left for university so far away, he looked strangely tense for someone who’d get to spend the next four years in a new, exciting place. You’d miss your big brother, but for the first time in forever you had some freedom. Some room to go out of the little box he’d put you in and grow, and you bloomed open. Out of highschool you promptly started dating Kyoutani from a few years up, sharing too many of your firsts. You didn’t care, you were head over heels.

You told Hajime over facetime about him. But he barely moved. “You’re dating Kyoutani?” he’d only repeated, and that’d been that.

You never asked to be born Hajime’s little sister, but maybe you should have known. When Hajime had been deathly quiet listening after that, and you’d seen him put the pieces together in his head. It wasn’t hard to, he wasn’t trying to hide it anyway. But you’d taken a breath at the look in his eyes, feeling safe behind your little phone screen, and you’d laughed it off. You already knew niichan would never hurt you.

It doesn’t really shock you that the next time he flies over, you’re dragged by your hand to his old room. But you’re bigger now and not as easily shaken, and you know what freedom tastes like. There’s nothing that he can do now that’ll take that back. So why is it that when he backs you into the wall of his room, throat in his hand, you feel more locked in than ever.

When he squeezes and leans down to kiss you so hard your teeth clash, gripping your jaw and holding it still so he can melt you into him how he likes. Moaning into it, sucking on your tongue and shoving his hands down your shirt. “Who do you belong to?” Hajime nii whispers, and you shake your head at him when his sharp eyes become too much.

“Kyou—”

He bites down on the skin of your neck so hard it aches and you yelp, but he continues. “Try again.”

“Kyout- aw!” Again.

You don’t get another chance when he pulls you from the wall over to his bed and grabs your hips tight, shoving you into place on his bed with a frown. “Guess I’ll just have to show you.”

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