You left a crack in the door that I just couldn't resist peering through. You look so cute, curled up in the nest of blankets and pillows you call a bed. Every light in the room is off but you fell asleep with the TV on, so I can see you quite well.

The way your cheek is squished against the pillow, the curve of your ass where you have one leg hitched over the body pillow you're hugging. You look so peaceful.

I can't help it. Without even realising it I'm leaning forward. It's a miracle I'm not falling through the door and landing face first onto the carpet. I just have to get closer. The door eeks open just a little further and I can hear your soft snores now. Oh fuck.

In an instant my hands are down my shorts and I'm stroking myself with a furious pace. Picturing slipping inside, silently creeping closer, stroking my cock over your face while you're completely oblivious. I could cum all over that sweet face and you would never know.

Instead, I'm spilling all over my hand, biting my lip to suppress my groan so I don't wake you. I breathe through the aftershocks and quickly pull the door shut.

“C’mon. I’m not asking much from you, here.”

“…Except for…” your eyes drift down his body to the blanket on his lap. It fails to cover the rhythmic movement of his hand, and you wonder why the two of you ever thought it would.

“…Well. Sitting here and being a… an… inspiration,” you grit through your teeth and tear your eyes away from him entirely.

“Ok, yeah, fair point,” he grunts, and from the corner of your eye, you can see him reach his other hand under the blanket as well, “And you know, I’m— I’m thankful, really…”

He hisses something under his breath, “fuck” most likely, and you try to keep your eyes strictly on whatever 80s horror movie you have playing on the TV. Some guy just got stabbed by an Alice Cooper -looking hobo, probably possessed by Satan, but you still find yourself glancing where you shouldn’t.

You hate that you can’t even blame this idea completely on him. Obviously, it’s him out of the two of you who wants to jerk off to the sight of his sibling. He begged it from you, assured you that you’d be safe, that he wouldn’t touch you — and truthfully, he hasn’t. But it’s you who gave it the go, talked about him letting it out, once and for all, an exorcism of the feelings that plagued him.

“But it would make this quicker, y’know?”

When you turn to look at him, there’s a wry half-smile on his face. You make the mistake of glancing down, at his lap, at his hand moving up and down under the blanket, stroking—

There’s teeth in that smile when you look back up at his face.

“Unless you want this to last longer?” he asks, the teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows unable to hide how hopeful he sounds.

“Wh- No! Christ! Of course not!” you cry out, indignant and your face too hot. You have half a mind to hit him with a pillow. Of course you don’t want this to go on any longer than it has to, what kind of person would?! It’s already bad enough to know that your own brother is looking at you like that, that even now he’s probably wishing he could just press you down on the couch and—

No. None of that.

“Why do you even need me to call you that? I never call you ‘big bro’. No one calls their brother ‘big bro’.”

Is his hand starting to move quicker?

“‘Dunno. Sounds hot,” he says heavily, “C’mon… Just say it. Please?”

He’s leaning forward on the couch, and his eyes are fixed on you so intently that you can’t look away. Some part of you fears that if you do, he’ll just… pounce on you, like some stupid dog that thinks looking away equals submission equals permission.

You do want this to be over with sooner rather than later, don’t you?

“…‘Big bro’,” you mutter. It sounds awkward. Stilted. Reading the lines of a teleprompter.

“Like you mean it.”

Something knots at the bottom of your stomach. Something inside you quivered just now to the deep, growling cadence of his voice.

”Big bro,” you repeat, like you would say his name, and you watch eyes wide as his flutter closed for a second, and a throaty whine leaves his throat.

“Yeah, yeah, keep saying that…”

“You… you want me to just repeat it or… or keep talking or what…? Big bro?” you ask, and try to keep your eyes on his when they open again, and not an inch lower.

“I’d have thought that that would just make it weirder for you, like, just underlining that we are family, how—” your words halt with a realisation, and you curse under your breath, “Fuck. Fuck…”

He blinks, eyes suddenly just a bit darker and more intense as he stares at your shocked face.

“You like that?” you ask, your voice fragile, a question you don’t want an answer to but you have it before the words even leave your mouth.

“…Can’t say I mind it.”

The understatement of the century.

“You like being reminded that we are siblings?” the words feel sticky on your tongue, but they rise unbidden before you can stop them, “I thought you’d have wished that we weren’t, so it’d actually like… like theoretically be possible for us to— but you actually like it, don’t you? You like that you’re not— that I’m not just some… some random pretty girl but your sister, big bro?”

You don’t understand where these words are coming from. Judging by his wide eyes, he doesn’t either. A grin, giddy and apologetic in equal measure, spreads on his face as his hand starts to move faster under the blanket, and you begin to fear it falling, having to see what you are causing, him with his cock out and hard for you.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop…!”

You fear what that sight would do to you. It’s already bad enough that you can’t tear your eyes off of your big brother, how that familiar face twists into an expression you have never seen before, and shouldn’t have ever seen. His eyes almost flutter closed, but not quite, their dark gaze burning and never leaving you. His mouth hangs open, not quite an ‘o’ shape and more like the open-mouthed grin of a canine, piercings and teeth glinting sharp in the cold light of the TV.

“Jesus— Fuck, this is really what turns you on? Making your little sister watch as her big brother jerks off to her?” you hear yourself whimpering, your voice sounding breathier and much less disgusted than it should. You hate that you find yourself wondering what marks that wolfish mouth would leave, and you hate the longing, warm ripple between your thighs.

He’s cursing under his breath, in between the animalistic groans and whines. Strings of “fuck, fuck, fuck, baby sis” interspersed with your name. His hips are bucking, you can even see his leg kicking under the blanket. And when he leans back, his spine arching against the back of the couch more beautifully than you’d have ever imagined from him, you can barely breathe.

“Is your baby sis making you cum, big bro?”

You have your answer in his eyes, wide before they roll back in his skull. In his hips that stutter up, in the wet, growing stain on the blanket. In the tongue that lolls out from between his sharp teeth, a red carpet for all the throaty, helpless sounds of a man cumming his brains out.

He slumps against the couch, boneless and exhausted, a stupid, drunken smile on his lips. You just made your own big brother cum his brains out.

Todoroki Touya x Reader (BNHA)

word count: 2.9k

TW: 18+, smut, incest, dubcon, omorashi, exhibitionism, daddy kink

A/N: it’s the 25th of jan so exactly one month late for the sewer cheese-on’s greetings collab & the spinny wheel of kinks gave me piss so alas. bastardization of christmas carols, somewhat bizarre implications, my brain was loopy and I just let it spiral. thank you to @blahkugo and @theygottheircages for beta-ing this and hyping me up even when I’d send them single sentence updates, also @inkykeiji for giving me her touya-nii ok and being infinitely supportive. technically my first actual fic since september, take this as my aftercare for gr*pefruit.

nativity

/nəˈtɪvɪti/

the occasion of a person’s birth.

the birth of Jesus Christ.

The weather outside is frightful; the temperature inside is burning hot, scorching hot, hellfire hot. In some ironic way, it’s a weird convoluted reflection of his equally convoluted family— it’s almost poetic, really.

It’s taking the piss.

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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characters: dabi | todoroki touya

genre: smut + angst

notes: aaaah yikes, sorry it’s so long???? the first part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you wont make it back; touya + reader have been fooling around for just under six months, our innocent lil good girl reader is the teeniest, tiniest bit more firm now. jealousy makes people crazy, yk how it is. touya is marginally softer for like, a second or two. | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), public sex, cheating, drug use, generally toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), size difference, dubcon if u squint i guess???, the tiniest bit of cumplay

words: 11k

synopsis:

Why can’t you just be mine? You want to ask, the words searing into your tongue, refusing to leave your lips.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick, angel,” he chastises softly, brushing your hair away from your clammy forehead as another shuddery sob rips through your chest.

“I want you,” you say instead, words garbled.

“You have me, baby,”

“All of you,”

His chest heaves with an exasperated sigh, head turning away and gazing up at the ceiling. “You have all of me, princess,”

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“watch your mouth, no one said that you could be saying words like that, ya?”

“shh shhh stop freaking out. it’s only normal to check up on you like this every now and then, okay? only for your safety.”

“fuck whatever mom and dad said, listen to what I’m saying. if you don’t shut up right now I’ll make it even worse for you.”

“all you ever want to do is hang out with me, how is this any different? no, don’t come at me with the ‘waa waaa but it’s wrong’ shit, this is me spending time with you, don’t you want that?”

“yea? that feel nice, hm? told you it would.”

“fine fine we can watch your stupid show, on one condition; you. my lap. no don’t look at me like that, come on”

And please my petty jealous ass would be all over my hot brother while rubbing it into her face that I'll always be first choice

ok its time for me to throw my morals out the door bc this turns me on sm

i-imagining this w deku for some reason. he tries so hard honestly, he does. stops letting you sneak into his room at night, pushes your hands away when you get a little so handsy with a shake of your head and it makes you so upset :(

one night you try and climb onto his lap and you can tell he's turned on but he still pushes you away, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, his hands at your shoulders don't hold that much strength behind them when he tries to nudge you away from sucking on his neck. "p-please, stop." his eyes squeezed shut because he can feel himself slipping and he hates it, "i love her"

you pull back, your lip trembling and tears clinging to your lashes. "so you don't love me anymore?" the shake in your voice, your big doe eyes and shaking, it all sends his protective urges into overdrive and his jaw clenches so hard his teeth ache. he looks at war with himself and you start to slide off his lap, but he stops you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

"no, no. no, baby" baby "you know that's not true. I'll always love you, you're my favorite girl, you know that. c'mon. oh, please dont cry"

he tries to shush you, but your tears keep falling and a broken groan leaves his chest. he can't stand it. kisses the tears from your cheeks, your forehead your nose, until hes cupping your face and feathering his lips over yours, finally kissing you for the first time in the month since he'd gotten a girlfriend.

you immediately melt against him and open your mouth, both of you moaning when his tongue dips inside. his arms drop to squeeze around your waist and all his earlier reluctance from earlier is completely gone. he's eating you up like a man starved, and you know he's missed you, missed this. you don't know why he'd deny himself when you're always here and open and warm for him. no one can keep him happy like you do.

"missed you" you pant into his mouth, rocking against him. "missed you, missed you, missed you. please don't leave me. love me"

"i do" he pants right back. "fuck, you know I do."

his girlfriends name flashes across the screen of his phone, in the back of his jeans pocket but he doesn't hear. the jeans are discarded along with the rest his and your clothes, as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, holding you to him as he breaks you open over and over again on his thick cock.

mumbling nonsense into your neck, lost in the feel of your warm cunt wrapped around him like a soft, hug, "love you," he groans, his pelvis knocking against your clit, grinding you onto his cock. "your big brother loves you so much, fuck"

"y-yeah?" you whimper back, squeezing your thighs around his thick waist, gripping him with your little pussy so tight his eyes roll back. so lost he doesn't notice your little hand reaching down to fish his phone out of his jeand pocket. sliding the screen open and directing his phone camera to where you can see just the base of his cock, sliding in and out, wet with your slick when he pulls out, gleaming with it, before burying back inside and bottoming out. "am i nii-chans favorite?"

"uh huh" he grunts, loud and clear on camera, his face no in shot but the sound of his voice unmistakable. "my favorite girl, my only girl, mm-"

his hips speed up, the wet slap of his balls smacking against you. your hold on the device is shaky, but you keep it still, keeping his cock fucking in and out of you in shot no matter what. "-gonna cum baby. fuck, m'gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you, gonna give you nii-chans come, baby, its yours. all of it, oh fuck. uh-"

your little pussy spams around him when he stills, head thrown back as his balls twitch, his cock spurting thick milky cum deep inside you. he whimpers when you milk him, hips starting up agaim, fucking his cum in and out of your pussy. his head drops against your shoulder, mouthing at it.

you send the video to his girlfriend, drop the phone and wrap your arms around him, clenching your cunt around him once more. "g-gimme more? you neglected me. hurt my feelings real bad"

tw: incest, sibling incest, noncon, blowjobs, brainwashing, Kotoamatsukami, praise, infantilization, love bombing

All characters depicted are 18+

A/N: You know what I like, you know too much about me. 

Warnings: TW.Noncon, TW.Dubcon, TW.Incest, TW.Brother/Sister Relationships, TW.Minor Humiliation. 

Pairing: big brother!Touya Todoroki x f!Reader 

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Touya-nii drinks from the carton, but I do too, so I can’t really shit on him for that. 

“Where’s mom and dad?”

“Gone.”

“Natsuo?”

“Gone.”

“Shouto?”