#bllk.txt

[iwaasfairy]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!

he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)

i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi

tw incest, dubcon, codependency

He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.

When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.

And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.

“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”

He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.

Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.

“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.

But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”

#tw.incest #bachira meguru #bachira smut #bllk smut #bachira x reader #blue lock smut #bllk.txt #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.bachira

[kentocidal]

yeah it happened, i’m writing for bluelock now. mwah

#woodrow.txt #bllk.txt

[kunigamiis]

I really liked you oral hc cna you write something similar for kunigami, shidou, sae and aiku?

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋

yess thank you baby!

contains kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae and aiku oliver

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ KUNIGAMI ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else - he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he's aware he's big and would rather make sure you're definitely comfortable with him before anything - when he notices you're getting real fidgety he'll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste - definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps - when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that's probably his favorite sight - he's big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest - and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth - you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours - and he'll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth - he's obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls

"shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good," he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. "you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?"

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- are you sure you want to suck him off he'll abuse your poor throat no mercy... but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask - knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out - and as soon as you do he's rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room - there's really no going slow, he'll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out - you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him - fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg - eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge - no matter how many times you beg him 'ryusei, ryu, please', you're not coming until he cums first - he's not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3 - but you're most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches

"just a little more, a little more, pet- that's it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut."

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- the only reason you didn't immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that - he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else - he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you - definitely fantasizes a lot about how you'll look taking his cock, that's probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos - so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can't help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face - lets you do most of the work, he'll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he's much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head - kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already - so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can't help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again - he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well - he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive

"ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing." he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. "you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again."

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- it's hard for me to believe you're not already sucking this man's cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you've been taking it slow - would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail - if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he'd suggest you suck his cock - loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there's just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together - licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too - will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth - the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it's hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper - his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly - would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you're 69ing he'll push your face down between his legs more until you're nosing his balls - will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you're getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you're used to it

"that's it, doll, take daddy's cock nice- and- deep. doesn't that feel good? let me see that pretty pussy of yours." he chuckles when you whine and shake around his cock, clenching your lids shut from his harsh eyes. "you're ruining our bedsheets, baby love."

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #kunigami #shidou #itoshi sae #aiku oliver #tw.daddy #tw.choking #mail─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆ #bllk.txt

[iwaasfairy]

a little drabble repost from my other blog

tw cucking, degradation, pussy slapping

contains shidou ryusei

Ryusei has his hand on your mouth, two fingers deep and the back of your throat struggling against the incessant urge to choke on them. The slender digits press down like he’s trying to hurt you, but the way his hips rut into yours is so perfect that you can hardly be mad. Still, you gag when he curls his fingers, throat uselessly fluttering around them. Shidou makes a noise of approval, using his free hand to knead the soft skin of your tits. “That’s right, take it, slut.”

“Be gentle with her,” Sae says, lingering in his position at the door.

“If she wanted gentle, she shouldn’t have agreed,” Ryusei hisses, pulling your bra down more and resting his lips on the curve. He noses there for a moment, before licking and biting down. You whimper at the sting, pulling at the sharp fabric digging into your wrists. The press of his cock between your legs makes it worth it though, you roll your body to his again. “Yeah, you want this?” Finally he pulls his wet fingers from between your lips, letting your jaw relax. "Beg me then, you little whore.”

He trails his fingers down to your panties, before pinching your clit through the slicked up fabric. Your body twitches. “Ryusei, please.” A sharp hit comes down on the doughy skin of your inner thigh at that, his face going almost eerily blank. The hit seems to swell under the thin of your skin, spreading fire in your blood. “Please. Please—” He lifts a brow, and you whine out at it, closing your eyes. This only asks for another hit, this time a slap against your cheek. It doesn’t hurt much, but the act alone makes you tear up.

“Say it again,” he taunts when gripping your face tight between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing your ass hard between his fingers before dragging them to rub your pussy through the fabric. “What’d you say about me?” You don’t respond, too busy mouthing praises and kisses at the corner of his lips to pay much attention, and he smiles. “Tell me.”

This time you do react, a little pout mixed with a whine when his hand draws back, clamping your thighs around it instinctively to keep it in place. Your eyebrows pull together. “Said you’re not my type,” your voice falters when his hand feels so nice between your legs, resting your face in the warm crook of his neck. “I didn’t mean it-”

Sae sighs, uncrossing his arms to finally walk in a little closer. “Ryusei, don’t be so-”

“Itoshi, you gave me free play on your girlfriend, didn’t you?” The other bites back the tone a little, not looking away from your needy pussy as he drags his wet fingers up and down there. He pulls the fabric aside to let his fingers collect some of the slick before flicking your clit with a widening grin. “I’ll make her cum. If that’s what you’re worried about. If you can’t handle watching you should get out. And you,” he sticks the fingers into his mouth to lick them clean, “say what I want so I can fuck this useless cunt until I feel better. You wanna be filled, right? Ask for it.”

His hands back on your tits, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers as you shudder. Your tears are long forgotten. “Fuck me, Ryusei- Sei, please. Pretty please. Wan’you to.” His lips curl up at the ends. He frees himself from the confinement of his shorts and boxers, already lining himself up.

“See? That wasn’t so fucking hard now was it?”

#blue lock smut #blue lock #shidou smut #bllk smut #shidou ryusei x reader #tw.cucking #bllk.txt #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.shidou

[iwaasfairy]

I JSUT SAWZ S REONAGI EDIT SND I WSS THINKING???? WHAT IF THEM + YN RIGHT? BUT THEN I THOUGHT WHAY IF nagi isn't feeling like training and reo's trying to convince him w everything in the world!!! but then!!! you walk in,,, wearing the tiniestttttttt top and a thong 🤩🤩🤩 like Onichan have you seen my white jeans? reo might be used to this but nagi isn't 😳‼️ so when reo notices that nagis dull eyes are shining bright,,, he knows how to convince him to train ifykwim 😔‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ also kissi for u 💞

HHhHhshhshdhhd stOPPPDJJRHDH THis is settIng my lOINS ON FIRE you can’t just give mE THE IMAGE OF reO NII In my head w seishi drooling over you anD WMEXPWCT ME TO FUNCTION AFTEr pJJDHDHDH

tw incest, coercion, oral, pussy eating, threesome

contains nagi seishiro x fem!reader x mikage reo

Reo had been quick to roll his eyes and chastise you when you’d walked out, ass fully out save for the tiniest thong known to man, and a tight top that wasnt nearly thick enough not to be molten to every curve. “Can you put on some clothes?” he’d grunted, staring you down with an impatient noise. It’s not that you don’t … look good, but today isn’t the day. The silver blond next to him shuffles on the couch, and his video game makes the sound of a character death.

“Yea, I’m trying to, niichan!” You hit him back with just as much attitude, and glare him down for a second. “Moms taking me on a lunch date in a bit, just- can’t find my lightwash pants. The nice ones.”

“Check under my bed then, we- “ He cuts himself off and motions his head towards the other side of the luxuriously spacious flat, before turning back to his friend. But Seishiro’s attention has long left his game, and his dark eyes follow very close behind to the sway of your hips as you stroll past them. And a smile tugs his mouth up.

The solution to his dilemma is pretty easy after that. He’s an excellent problem solver.

“This okay?” Seishiro asks as he does, kissing down your lips to your neck and then licking and sucking all over your tits with a hum.

“She likes when you bite them softly,” your big brother mumbles, and is much too quick to shove his sweatpants down to reveal an already hardening cock as he gets on his knees between your spread thighs. Nagi’s lips smack as he disconnects from your nipple for a moment, lips glossy with spit, and glances down.

“How do you know that?”

But niichan just hums a soft dismissal. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” Then his amethyst irises meet yours, and he gives you a look as he fucks the flushed, hot head of his cock into his palm, and then noses at the inside of your thigh. “What do you say?”

“Please eat my pussy, niichan. Want to have my big brother’s tongue on me.” You can feel Nagi’s hands start roaming around as he glances up at you from playing with your tits, sucking marks and rubbing his hot tongue over your hardened buds. Then he looks down at the way Reo nii’s nosing at your pussy, and let’s out a string of swears. Niichan’s quick to shove the panties aside and place his mouth on your cunt though, unbothered by the fuss his friend’s making.

And you’ve never seen Seishiro so animated, as he blinks a few times, bites his lip, and then slides a hand along his abs into his pants. You make a noise when niichan starts with a few patient licks to your clit, before his fingers join and you make grabby hands towards the blond. “Nuh uh, let me help. Please. Please, Seishiro kun? Can you use my mouth until niichan’s done with his meal?” His tongue slips from between his lips for him to bite it, and gladly takes out the hard, hot cock to offer it up to you.

And you make quick work of spitting on your hands and grabbing him, feeling the thumping vein on the bottom as he props one long, muscular leg onto the bed beside you and groans long and raspy when you lead him to your mouth. “Do your parents know that you do this shit?” he asks after a moment, watching the head of his cock hollow and fill your cheeks and a glimmer cover the flushed cock as you pop it in and out.

“N-nope,” you quickly answer, before locking one leg around Reo nii’s shoulders when he pats it, “and you’re not gonna tell them either. You gotta keep our little secret.” You coo and let out a slight yelp when Reo sucks hard at the top of your slit, rubbing his tongue with too much practice over your clit in just the way you like. “Oh-hmmmgn- niichan— th-ah, I can’t focus when you do that.” He hums into your pussy, watching his fingers drip with your juices when he scissors them apart a few times, then smiles.

“Nagi, how about you fuck her face? Go ahead, she can take it.” Your squeaked ‘nii nii’ is interrupted by the way he spits on your pussy and rubs it around, before fucking his cock into a ring of fingers again for a moment. “Shhh, don’t worry, Nagi’s not gonna say anything. Just open your mouth like a good girl and stick your tongue out like niichan taught you.”

“That’s twisted,” his friend only mumbles, but those dark eyes glitter as they have yet to leave your face. His one hand toys with your tits for a bit longer, as he stroked himself in a slow rhythm with your spit, before you oblige. Niichan promised to drive you around all month in his very fancy car if you helped him out after all. So you open your mouth and let the heavy cock invade the tightness of your throat. “Ohhh- fuck. Oh fuck.”

#I headcanon that they forget mom is coming home sooner rather than later #and all have to rush to clean up their absolute mess #🍯honey.pot #bllk smut #bllk.txt #blue lock smut #reo smut #nagi smut #tw.incest #tw.coercion

[iwaasfairy]

fairy hi!!! Saw your recent bllk post and i was wondering what you think about the dynamic between karasu and otoya. I think stepcest x brother’s bestfriend would really suit them and that also involves corrupting reader into whatever extent of “brotherly affection” they want to receive.

Rest well and stay hydrated, 🧚‍♀️🫶.

adJhfdihufhsdi lOVEEE it i love that because not only is it very juicy as an idea, but depending on who is the big brother and who's the best friend, the scenario changes drastically. Im jshdgvfud rubbing my little mitts together and drooling hhehhehe i love drama between two equally greasy grimy men <333

tw step/incest, jealousy, manipulation, darcyphilia

Eita nii is way more laid back, he is possessive in a way that would go over people's head if they're not observant. Sadly, Karasu is observant though. Eita nii also feels bossy, like he'd come into your room and tell you what to wear, or request/demand you to be at his beck and call- and Tabito as his best friend is just,,, a relentless flirt, more than happy to piss Eita off in the process. You're probably not even sure if Tabito likes you, or if he's just trying to create conflict.

It's only when you get cornered by him in your room and convinced to "c'mon, just a quick kiss, Eita won't know" or when he uses sleepovers as an excuse to blackmail you into sucking his cock as he grunts and groans about how pretty you are and how much he wants to keep using you. And of course niichan finds out, and of course he sees red for long enough to have you pinned by your throat and your knees to your chest as he fucks you for being so stupid, and not understanding that you already have someone you belong to. You're his stupid little sister, and he's not keen on sharing.

But if it's Tabito nii, he feels like the type to get obsessed with you and then not know what to do with his feelings. I feel like he'd be such a bully, like the type to hold you down and rip your clothes and pull your hair and call you ugly and annoying and gross-- while stroking his cock to you after you run away crying. He feels like the type to come home in either the most annoying, clingy, grossly demanding way, or in a shit mood where he'd spit in your mouth and shove you around.

But then imagine you somehow start dating Eita, his best friend? Because he feels much more mature, and he likes you, and he makes you feel so pretty and cool, and he's a good boyfriend- why wouldn't you? And he takes the sheltered, bullied little sister and makes you a total nympho, obsessed with letting him use you in every room of the house, "that's all your good for, right?" and "my little cockhungry slut"- it's only a matter of time before Tabito nii catches you and gets his feelings hurt! But Eita is a good friend, and look, you're too well trained to say no to your precious boyfriend. Getting your throat abused by your big brother is just par for the course.

#bllk.txt #bllk smut #blue lock smut #tw.incest #tw.jealousy #tw.darcyphilia #tw.threesome #💫ch.otoya #💫ch.karasu #🥧otoya.chan #🥧karasu.chan

[iwaasfairy]

plsplspls write smthg abt that nagi the prvs post was so interesting 😭😭😭😭

hear mE SCrEAM as i write this pls pls pls im so hHHHH for him i wanna write a whole 10k fic just dedicated to him pussy eating i aM not fINe

tw dadcest, implied age gap, coercion, seishiro is a pussy fiend i know it

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

"C'mere." It's always 'c'mere', always with a soft wave of his hand towards you as you try, and often fail, to keep daddy's bedroom clean. You have your own, but it hasn't seen much use lately. And so though you sigh, asking for a little bit of help to get some of the clothes into the laundry basket, there's nothing to stop you from getting up onto the bed.

The ash blonde of his hair is a messy sweep over his marble-like face, but you don't need to brush it away to recognize that look. "It's morning, daddy~ I didn't even get sleep last n-"

"And yet you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Now c'mere. Closer." You let his hands settle on your hips as his fingers toy with the skinny straps of your lace panties, and crawl closer on your knees until he can place you right on his lap, where he wants you. You don't shy away when your flimsy cotton separates from your skin to give him a view, though the embarrassment still stings a little.

But it's the usual, isn't it? His cock twitches against your pussy as you grind yourself back a little when taking a proper seat, and brush your hair out of your neck. "You're a nasty daddy. All you think about is this." At the feather-light prompting of his grip on your hips you roll your hips, and your pussy clenches, and slicks up with too much ease at a simple few thrusts into your doughy cunt.

"Want my baby to feel good, s'all." His voice stays the same steady, monotone brush along your lips before he kisses you, but you can tell. When it's laced with the endorphins that always, always come when you're this close. You know he'll roll you over soon, and spit on your pussy, and make you tremble with your thighs desperately clamped around his hips.

"Mh- daddy." His fingers find your drooling cunt too easy. Push the lilac lace aside to swipe his digits along the wetness of your cunt, and slipping long, thick fingers inside to fuck them in and out.

"Lean back," he says, and the raspiness in his voice is just the start. The bed suddenly feels too hot. Your hands slide down his chest to his belly, and your leg gets propped up so he can get a perfect view of your leaking, needy cunny drooling a wet patch into his boxers as his cock pushes against your ass. "Mhm, that's the best pussy. Mine."

His cock rubs needy and hard against the curve of your ass and feels so hot it's making you flushed all over. Before he pulls his fingers out to rub hard at your puffy clit and hum. "Get on daddy's face, go on. Give me what I want."

#blue lock smut #blue lock #nagi smut #bllk smut #nagi seishiro x reader #bllk.txt #tw.incest #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.nagi

[iwaasfairy]

I really liked you oral hc cna you write something similar for kunigami, shidou, sae and aiku?

FIRST TIME GETTING ORAL

yess thank you baby! ♡♡♡ repost from my other blog

contains kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae and aiku oliver

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ KUNIGAMI ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else - he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he’s aware he’s big and would rather make sure you’re definitely comfortable with him before anything - when he notices you’re getting real fidgety he’ll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste - definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps - when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that’s probably his favorite sight - he’s big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest - and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth - you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours - and he’ll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth - he’s obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls

“shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. “you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- are you sure you want to suck him off he’ll abuse your poor throat no mercy… but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask - knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out - and as soon as you do he’s rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room - there’s really no going slow, he’ll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out - you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him - fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg - eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge - no matter how many times you beg him ‘ryusei, ryu, please’, you’re not coming until he cums first - he’s not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3 - but you’re most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches

“just a little more, a little more, pet- that’s it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- the only reason you didn’t immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that - he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else - he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you - definitely fantasizes a lot about how you’ll look taking his cock, that’s probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos - so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can’t help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face - lets you do most of the work, he’ll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he’s much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head - kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already - so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can’t help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again - he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well - he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive

“ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing.” he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. “you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- it’s hard for me to believe you’re not already sucking this man’s cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you’ve been taking it slow - would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail - if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he’d suggest you suck his cock - loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there’s just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together - licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too - will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth - the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it’s hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper - his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly - would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you’re 69ing he’ll push your face down between his legs more until you’re nosing his balls - will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you’re getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you’re used to it

“that’s it, doll, take daddy’s cock nice- and- deep. doesn’t that feel good? let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” he chuckles when you whine and shake around his cock, clenching your lids shut from his harsh eyes. “you’re ruining our bedsheets, baby love.”

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #kunigami #shidou #itoshi sae #aiku oliver #tw.daddy #tw.choking #bllk.txt #blue lock #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.kunigami #💫ch.shidou #💫ch.sae #💫ch.oliver

[iwaasfairy]

siscon isagi 😵‍💫😵‍💫

SiSCON ISAGI! Say it loUDer for people in the back!!!! Isagi is the type of big brother you don’t pay no mind about him teasing you and hugging and kissing until you have a boyfriend and he’s just unreasonably short and mean to him. He wasn’t gonna be overbearing and all, but what do you think you’re doing??

tw incest, choking, blackmail, noncon

contains isagi yoichi x fem!reader

The door shuts with a quiet click. Push it for good measure, take a breath, let it out. It's the sliver of quiet. Before you whirl around and stomp down to the living room, and glare under your eyebrows as Yoichi plops himself back down into the couch. When you don’t get a response, you kick his shin and he grimaces. “What’s your deal?!”

“What’s my deal,” you repeat, voice already shooting up too high, “really?!” You resist the urge to put your hands on your hips, lest he comment on it, and allow yourself to imagine pummeling his stupid arms blue for being the way he is. "What's your deal with my boyfriend?!"

"Pff," the noiret dares to roll his eyes, as if it didn't mean anything when he basically shoulder tapped him every time walking by, like some moronic dick measuring contest. How he cut off every other sentence with a short comment and a sneer. You know your brother, and you know he knows better. Should know better, at least. "Oh, spare me. If you didn't want me to give my honest thoughts, you shouldn't have brought him home."

"My boyfriend is-"

"Your 'boy friend' is a dick. He's an arrogant pretty boy, and can't keep his fucking hands to himself. Mom thinks so too! He's a joke." His eyes are strangely distant. You barely recognize the person sitting in front of you when he glares. "I'm not gonna fight you on it."

"You don't know that, niichan!"

"I do fucking know. Better than you do, apparently. How dense are you?" He then puts on a mockingly high pitched voice, swinging his hands like a schoolgirl. "'Kei kun, come here. Kei kun, show mom how good you are at photography. Kei kun, come kiss me again.' It's ridiculous."

Your well-spoken, quiet mother blanks from her uncomfortable seat at the dinner table to give you a stunned look, and you can't help but take steps closer until you can jam your finger into his forehead and grit your teeth. You know better too, than to poke until your brother retaliates. Because you were always more fiery than he was, but his quiet, calculated nature isn't any less hard-headed.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but you don't have some moronic territory claim on our house. And you don't have some stupid say on who I see either. And you don't have to like him. Because he's my boyfriend." Your mom only starts cleaning off the table when you both don't make any sign of slowing down. "Mom?" you beg though, as your brother wraps his hand around your wrist to tug hard and move you back a few steps.

Ever since getting his growth spurt, there's a glint in his eyes that- scares you, sometimes. Like he'd gladly burn you down to the ground. You used to get away with anything— but lately, you're not so sure.

"Yo-chan, please-" your mom tries, and is promptly cut off by the way he gets up and goes to stand almost forehead to forehead with you, azure blues hard and narrowed.

"Do it again. I dare you," he mumbles, jaw tight, as the air between you two becomes thick enough to cut it with a knife. You try to pull your hand back, but he resists with too much ease. "If you wanna have the fight, we'll have the fucking fight." You are dragged behind him before you can even say anything back, and your mom puts aside the plates to glance between the two of you. She calls his name again, but he only pauses for a second.

"I - I just want talk this out. I'll be- civil." When you get down the hall and to is room, most of your heat has now seeped out of your body, suddenly aware that if you really pissed him off, neither you or your mother would be able to do anything. And you aren't scared of him, you're really not, but— fighting sounds a lot less appealing when it's just you and him in a closed room.

"Yo niichan—" He slams you up against the door before you can get another word out, trapped between his taller, stronger body, and the door. And his long fingers are a little too comfortable wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your eyes widen and the pressure to itch your lungs.

He has a ghost of a smile on his lips as he forces his solid thigh between your legs, and gets too close to your face. "Don't start again. I want you to listen." His eyes flutter for a second, before he dips his head. And warm lips find yours and push and push until you can't get him away from you. He pulls back with a little puff, and licks his lips. "That guy is an ass. And not for you. I know, because I've seen how much he asks you for pictures."

Your hands are fisted into his sweater by his shoulders, like stone, in pure shock as you stare into his eyes and he does it again— kisses you again. You grab his face to push away with more purpose this time, but he doesn't move an inch before he turns you around and pushes you back to the door instead, and crowds against your back.

"And if you don't want everyone to see them," the way he pushes himself against you is all too much crotch and - hardening cock- as he brushes his lips along the shell of your ear, "you'll listen to your big brother."

#this isn't my best #i can do better #yOichI im sorry i'll do you right next time #🍯honey.pot #tw.incest #tw.noncon #bllk.txt #bllk smut

[iwaasfairy]

any thoughts on which bllk boy would be one of the best fathers out there

best,,,, as in, actual best dads? or which daddy would you want to be the very gross toxic apple of the eye of who cherishes you most when you're in his bed? bc im a little more versed in the second option,, on this here fine dark content blog

as for "the father of your child" best father, probably kunigami, bachira, isagi and reo would be really good dads

as for the kind of dads i like talking about, uhmMM aiku, kaiser, oyota and nagi pLS plS lemme sit in your lap n pout myself into getting my wayyYY

#i would put the itoshis on there but #they got too much issues pJHGScfytGDFTU #so they wouldn't be the “best” #they'd be deliciOUS thO mHHHHHmmm #tw.incest #bllk.txt #honey mail

[iwaasfairy]

what do you think about gagamaru? my boy doesn't get enough love

i didn't notice him too much the first time i read bUT!!! upon each reread i noticed him more and more!! idK hES hoT he's hOTTT he's like,, kenma but bigger and that's meant as a compliment <333 gluttonous men always get me a little shy and blushy

#also his hands are huge Jghfsufifuhsigi #fingers in pussy or fingers in throat please #pRETTY PLEASEEEE #you have great taste my love #absolutely #honey mail #bllk.txt

[kunigamiis]

what is slow, gentle, romantic sex like with the blue lock guys? gotta combine that fluff + smut

contains kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, nagi seichiro, raichi jingo, baro shoei, kira ryousuke

tw overstimulation, minors dni

✰ KUNIGAMI has his fingers tangled with yours as he gives you slow, deep thrusts, making sure to give as much pressure to your clit as he can each time he bottoms out. he loves sucking your tits and mouthing at them, pinching your nipples, having them rub against his pecs as he gets as close as possible. has your ass on a pillow so he can really fuck you with all his body weight, switching out the slow and deep for shallow thrusts every once in a while to watch you cry yourself hoarse calling his name, begging him to be deeper. "'s it, pretty baby, beg like you mean it. gon' make you feel good."

✰ CHIGIRI loves letting you lay on your stomach and him on top, leaning over you. he leans down to nudge your cheek and kiss you deeply, swallowing your noises perfectly. the slow and precise pap, pap, pap of his hips against your ass, pulling out sometimes to push his thumb into you and rub two fingers hard and fast over your clit, just to watch your pussy drool all over his hand. could cum just seeing your cunny flutter as you whine for him. "you look like you're gonna cum. should i make you, angel?"

✰ NAGI will fuck you gentle and slow a lot, loves having you in his lap and needing his attention. he'll get you to rub yourself against his hard cock yourself though, only helping your hips along a little as you bump the swollen head against your clit again and again, moaning desperately. a hand in your hair and tugging your head back so he can watch your tits bounce as you get more and more desperate to have his cock inside you before either of you come. "keep going, doll, hng-t-that's a good baby. keep going."

✰ RAICHI gets his slow moments when he has your back to his chest and is holding you up against him, grunting softly and kissing all along the stretch of your neck. it's all noises, very little words as he fucks up into you, feeling you drip down his cock and balls, down his thighs. loves getting you messy, definitely when you cry his name in that soft, desperate little tone. it's the rolls of his hips against you and the shallow breathing focussing on giving you all the pleasure. "so good, s'good. like that, hm?"

✰ BARO has his mouth locked around that sensitive nub and two fingers curling so deep inside you, one arm locked over your hips to keep you right up against that wet, swift tongue. loves making you get loud and messy, coaches noise out of you so easily. he loves making you watch him as he slides into you too, thumbing your clit. but most of all, he loves when you dig your nails into his shoulders so he can whisper how good you look. "look at me, princess. you're taking me so fucking well- ah."

✰ KIRA adores missionary where he can watch the expressions you make as he slowly bottoms out, caressing every part of you. he'll let you sniffle into the crook of his neck, moan his name again and again and again with the rhythm he sets. he can keep going for so long too, overstimulating himself just for your pleasure. when he starts getting close his thrusts become faster and harder, chasing that high for a bit longer, a bit more inside your warmth, folding up your legs so he can rub your clit. "ah, baby, baby- gonna cum. cum for me, bunny, cum on my cock."

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#blue lock smut #kunigami #chigiri #nagi #raichi #baro #kira ryousuke #kunigami smut #chigiri smut #nagi smut #bllk #bllk.txt

[kunigamiis]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒

Rin has too much to thank his older brother for. His love of football, his stubbornness, his drive; and the one thing he ever really wanted more than anything— you.

contains itoshi rin & itoshi sae

This is dark content. This story contains incest, jealousy, angst, mutual masturbation, dubcon and more in the future previous / next

He’s thought about damnation a lot, has thought about what it would look like as the end of his days come to a final count once- maybe twice. It’s a vague outline of himself, he imagines, a dark shadow trailing behind him every step. Invisible, but present. It’s not like he sees damned written with heavy, crooked letters mirrored back on his forehead when he looks, but then again, he never looks quite that hard.

Never stares at his reflection in shame like he probably should, getting sick off of the many lies laced under his skin. He’s not really waiting for damnation either. Not interested in finding the ‘rightful’ abandoning of a soul when the mountain of their sins gets to be a bit too tall to climb, a bit too steep. He’s not religious anyway, gave that up a long time ago with the promise of your hands linked in his, staying close enough for him to cling to.

It’s only damnation when they are damned regardless, with no intention of repenting. And repenting— that would require him being away from you long enough to clear out his head from you, which isn’t going to happen. The icy water glides down a parched throat until it fills his entire stomach, rivulets missing his lips and traveling down the stretch of his neck instead, dripping down his shirt. He imagines that’s the kind of stain everything else leaves on him too, revisiting the pain again and again each time he breathes. Each time he eats, or sleeps, or runs his body into the ground trying to escape it.

The truth is, there is no escape, he’s tried. Like fucking Hell, he has. He’s bent and broken himself into ridiculous shapes for forgiveness, and still— still it sits on his tongue like a poison, thick, heavy, unrelenting, and only pretends to fade with each break of day. You’re soft in the mornings, entirely mellow and wanton, like no touch he gives you is too much. He reaches down to nudge your chin upward, tilting your face skyward to greet the sun -for him, never with him- because he doesn’t illusion himself to think you’re on the same sinking playing field he has been cast off to.

He’s nothing but a weary, drowning sinner; and you his savior. If the glove fits, you might as well wear it, right? “Mornin’ niinii,” you drawl before he dips his lips to yours, brief enough not to be weird, to wash away the connotations that linger unspoken on his lips. Because of course they linger, there’s nothing about his sins that washes off easily. They stick like honey, like glue to the corners of his mouth and try their hardest to ruin him further every waking moment, for years past and years to come.

He lets you slip from between his arms to get ready for the day, instead rests his head into the door of the bathroom when you shut it behind you. The morning run didn’t do much to burn away the shadow pooling at his feet, swallowing him where he stands.

Sae nii back. In the empty room across the hall, he can already hear him shuffling, like he smells the moment you wake, and like the sinner he’s resigned himself to be- his blood sings with jealousy. It brings back memories.

Rin trails behind, unshowered, uncaring, when you come back out of the bathroom, because he can’t shower with you when Sae’s here and the guy, the splinter in his sole, won’t ever resist the urge to make it weird for you two. He knows that for sure. You never blink twice when he slips into the stall with you, pressing up just close enough to feel the dips and stretches of your skin against his chest, his stomach, lining his arms with warmth. You never stare— and so you don’t know that Rin absolutely does.

Instead you go about your day like normal, making the two of them breakfast without thinking, like the angel he knows you are. He’s seen it, the sharp contrast between you two. He doesn’t say anything about the way Sae’s eyes flick to the bow of your apron, or below it, just scrapes his chair a little harder until you place their plates in front of them. Your hand finds his on the table like it always does, every morning for the past two years, feeling it twitch under the tracing of his long fingers along your barely visible veins— pretending like he can’t feel your older brother’s eyes on the motion.

You don’t notice it, just giggle when it tickles, ask for some water to take away your sleepiness. “Have you been healthy, niichan?” you mumble through a mouthful, and Sae’s shimmering, emerald irises meet yours too quickly.

“Sure I have,” he reaches over the table to brush a lone strand away from your cheek, before he stuffs another mandarin slice into his mouth, “why, you worried about me or something?” Rin feels the way you tense, watching the pout grow more grand on your pretty face, before the oldest mercilessly continues. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about your niinii? He can’t even eat his breakfast without holding your little hand.”

The spoon clatters down too noisily, disturbing the barely-existing peace like a trainwreck barreling through a building. You draw your hand back, Rin resists the pull. He can only glare under his thick, long lashes and hope that the look will make Sae drop dead on the spot. Sinless, he’s sure, because Sae never gets what he’s owed when it comes to bad luck. Rin excuses the noise, picks up the utensil again and resists the urge to roll his eyes when his brother lets his lips quirk up, like this is all some big game to him.

Which side of the triangle is the favored one, right?

Rin’s hands don’t shake as much as he expects them to, but still more than he wants, when he scoops the pudding and leans over to you. The morning rite of passage goes undisturbed, Sae watches as Rin brings it to your mouth and you let it slide in without a problem, sucking it clean when he pulls back. You return to your drink, one hand still captured, and miss how Rin slips the spoon into his own mouth after. Sae doesn’t, but he stays quiet as he eats his own breakfast, playing with the peels of the mandarin like the lesser of two evils. After a few more spoonfuls and your happy hum to assure him it’s delicious, the oldest clears his throat.

“Hows’it feel to be the new favorite, little bro?” he asks, eyes crinkling at the corners as he gets up from the chair, leaving to get some paper. It’s far from innocent, and even further from naive, and the dark haired sibling would rather only sit and wait it out.

He clenches his jaw, rubs a thumb over your interlaced hands as he bites back the attitude when answering. “She’s always been this kind, nothing much has changed.”

There’s a glint in the other’s eyes at the answer, brightly rubbing Rin the wrong way. As if it’s mocking him— really, nothing has changed yet? — he doesn’t think the eldest would be below it either. The silence is enough to make even you fidget a little, squeezing your fingers a little tighter around his. He’s sure you don’t really get what’s happening, sweet, little thing you are, but he’s so fucking tired of being the one to back down. You clear your voice as you pick at your shirt, one of Rin’s spare shirts that barely cover your ass, and nudge your knees into his thigh. He bites his cheek, sighs, then finally breaks eye contact to untangle his fingers to instead place them at the bottom of your spine for some comfort, shifting in his own chair.

“Well, that sure is something then. Never noticed you two were so close when I was around.” There’s a little chuckle when Sae bites his lip, definitely swallowing down a triumphant grin, before he too moves. He reaches down and wets the paper by putting it on his tongue, before gripping your face and swiping it along the corners of your mouth for imaginary crumbs, and Rin can barely hold back the urge to take the stupid butter knife and plant it straight through his brother’s palm to pin it to the table— like some sick butterfly collection. “Tch, still eat so clumsy, don’t you?” Sae coos as you struggle to pull your cheeks from his grip in embarrassment, before he finally sits back down.

“I really,” he continues, propping one foot onto his knee, “am so glad to be back here though. It’s sure been what-,” as if he didn’t help move you in, as if he didn’t swing his arms over your shoulder with a knowing, sly grin and taunted Rin every second of the way there, “two whole years since you two moved in together?”

You pout, jutting out your lip in a way that makes Rin want to eat you up, kiss you until you run out of air to waste, before nodding. “Yeah, it must be two years by now!” Your face changes into one of amusement, before you look over at the dark haired brother for some sort of reaction. “You’re not sick of me yet, are you?”

Never, he wants to say, but Sae is here- with his knowing grin and stupid, infuratingly smug eyes. He just nods back, expression dry. “Sick? You’re a menace to live with, sick is putting it mildly.” You pout again, and this time, it’s all for him. All for Rin to see and admire, for him to reach up and kiss if he so wanted to- if his older brother wasn’t such a fucking pain.

Not that he cares, Sae has always been a pain anyway.

“Kidding,” Rin pulls you, both large hands on your hips, down into his lap when you get up from your chair- can’t help himself from nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you giggle at it, wrapping both arms around your waist to have the full of your weight on his lap. You smell so soft, feel so soft— talk like you’re a daffodil blowing in the wind.

It’s intoxicating, and he doesn’t give a shit when he hears the chuckle of his brother to the side, excluded for once because Rin is getting hard just having you this close, having your ass on his lap as you wiggle around to turn to him. “You know I adore you,” he mumbles, and something in your eyes tells him that you absolutely do— the spoiled little one.

He won’t be able to stand up without drawing attention to the swelling cock in his sweats in a bit, but that doesn’t matter right now, feeling you sit in his lap so perfectly, obediently. You smile sweetly at him, before turning back to face Sae like you’re asking for some sort of approval from the eldest, as if proving— see, we do get along well. Sae only hums, pats your head before he sends Rin a sharp look, and leaves. Where to, Rin doesn’t care to ask.

You don’t get up for a few more minutes, pecking his lips gently when he asks for them, again and again and again until you finally get up. “You want some coffee, niinii?” you ask, and he gives his agreement while shifting his hard cock towards his stomach while you have your back turned, unknowing.

Must be blissful to be unaware of the sinners of this earth, waiting in line for the gates to open to them. He isn’t complaining though. At least you can’t hate him for the things you don’t know he’s committing. Can’t charge him for ruining you in his head.

+

Your days haven’t changed much. And neither have your nights, which is exactly why Rin knows to skip his evening run so he can lay in the same bed as you, pretend to be deep asleep when you nudge him. It doesn’t take long for you to roll onto your back and clench the plush of your pillow between your teeth. His baby sister, sliding your pretty hands along your chest, the peak of your tits down, down until you find fabric, and then under that too. He’s memorized it by now, learnt every slight twitch, gasp or breath. Learnt to watch you without missing any of the good parts, a study too intoxicating to ever stop.

You run your one hand over your chest as a slight whimper falls past your plush, perfect lips, and he stares at the curve of your cheek when you dip your fingers into your mouth, pulling them out glistening. You’re a phantom at night— ruining him to the core, his cock swelling between his legs as you softly ruffle the sheets. Not enough to wake him should he really be asleep, but plenty to make the pull towards your perfect fucking body so much harder to resist. He blows out a breath, and slowly slides his hand down for his own boxers, teasing the wiry hair going from his belly button down.

He doesn’t normally dare. No, his sins are usually contained to the drain of the shower when he’s alone, the groans muffled in his hand or your panties or pillow, whatever can keep him relatively quiet when you leave. But Sae is in the other room, while you’re in his bed. His bed, like you have been for the last two fucking years, driving him insane when you masturbate right beside him. If he only just rolled over, he could be on top of you, slip his hard cock between your wet, dripping pussy and find heaven. He bites his cheek when you circle a nipple, other hand back between your legs.

It’s unfair. Many things are, but the way Sae gave you to him on a silver platter, daring him to try something, must be the sickest joke of all. What a family reunion. The sinner, the savior, and Judas himself. His cock twitches hard, balls pulling to his body with the way you softly rock your hips back and forth, wiggling the mattress under you. He blows out another breath through his nose, biting back a hiss when his palm slides over the hot, flushed head of his cock, imagining your hand there instead.

You fuck your fingers with a pitiful little breath, rub your clit with the other and arch your back, and he instinctively bucks his cock into the ring of his fingers that’s not nearly tight and sloppy enough to resemble your pussy. But fuck, he might cum early. It’s too much. You’re breathing and whining like a desperate thing, like he’s already inside you, ruining you— like he’s imagined rendering you for night after night. The sick sound of him fucking his fist is just barely drowned out by the pleasure you’re lost in, head thrown back and legs clenching.

Your fingers move faster, and he bites his own pillow as he watches the tears fall down your temples, watches you get yourself to the edge. His spit soaks into the pillow when you move again, buck your hips into your own touch, and whine harder. The bed squeaks softly but you don’t care, rubbing hard and fast, feet brushing up against his leg. Rin almost spills his cum all over himself right then and there, staying completely unmoving for a second with his fist wrapped so tight around the flared head of his cock.

You don’t notice, still don’t fucking notice how hard he’s shaking as your wet lashes flutter and you whine out pleas. He can’t still, rubs his cock against the soft of the mattress, fucks into his palm, balls tightening and breath so obvious— until his undoing. Niichan— your voice travels the room, and there’s nothing to help him in this wretched room.

Hot, white cum shoots into his hands as he clasps one over the swollen head, other grabbing his balls in a sharp move that’s the farthest from subtle, listening to the symphony of your voice. You’re cumming, replaying in his mind like a broken record as he soils the expensive bedsheets and leaves them sticky with his cum, swallowing down a broken sob from somewhere deep inside. Niichan, niichan— the sound breaks him in two. His cock is still leaking when he manages to crack open his heavy, wet lashes, staring at the side of your face as it sheens with a glow that makes you look even more angelic.

When you slump back in bed with your face beaming out heat, your entire body spent too, you roll onto your side, and Rin doesn’t look away. There’s tears pooling at the bottom of his lashes, collecting in big, diamond rounds that roll down his nose and cheek. You blow out a last few breaths, before moving closer, ignoring the mess when you shuffle right up to him. To cuddle your disgusting, nasty big brother, delirious surely, because he can see the way you are seconds from dropping into sleep.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you hum and nose his throat, still sticky from sweat. His phone lights up in the dark, he doesn’t answer. Only ignores the laughter coming from the other room as he slips out of bed to go find some new boxers, wiping the back of his hand under his eyes once. And when Sae creeps his head into the door with a sickening grin, all he can do is listen as his emerald eyes fly over to your sleeping form. “She’s never going to marry you, y’know?”

‘Shut up,’ Rin says, begs, but his voice fails him and nothing comes out.

“She isn’t. So let me know when you’re done playing the family martyr. Before I change my mind about taking her with me.”

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[kunigamiis]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒

Rin has too much to thank his older brother for. His love of football, his stubbornness, his drive; and the one thing he ever really wanted more than anything— you.

contains itoshi rin & itoshi sae

This is dark content. This story will contain incest, jealousy, angst, and more in the future chapters

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“Rin. Rin.” The room is still dark except for the blaring light you’re holding up to your face, making him grunt, roll over, and close his eyes again. You don’t say anything for a while which only makes him sigh, because he’s been around you long enough to know that it isn’t an admission of defeat on your part. “Rin,” you whisper again, and this time he cracks one eye open long enough to glare at you and the way your pretty face is lit in harsh angles by your phone screen. “Sae nii is back.”

“Great,” he grumbles, taking his pillow from below his cheek to instead plop it over his head, wrapping it over his skull. The room is hot, clammy, which makes the covers sticking to his skin even more uncomfortable. You call again, muffled now, but before you can repeat yourself fully, he blows a sharp breath through his nose and lifts one end of the pillow to glare at you again, more narrowed. If it wasn’t so dark, you’d probably comment on him getting permanent wrinkles like that, would probably press your thumb between his brows to smooth out the harsh line there with an understanding smile. “It’s the middle of the night, what the hell do you want?” he still snaps, unable to keep the venom out of his voice.

“Niichan’s back home,” you mumble. He can’t tell if it’s excitement or pity left on your face when the light of your phone goes out, only able to make out the slow movement of your lashes, and the way you grip the blankets a bit closer to your body. Your one shoulder has slipped out from the thin fabric you always wear to bed, seeming to wink at him from the distance between you both. You bring a hand up to run it along your neck and shoulder, smoothing out some ache you’ve complained about for a few days now, before he closes his eyes again in a last attempt to fall asleep. ‘Why should I care,’ he bites back under his breath, and you ignore it in favor of prodding his side with nimble fingers. “The drive is long. Come with me, Rin nii?”

“He’s got enough money, tell him to take a taxi.” You lob the other pillow against his head without hesitation this time, making him let out a soft ‘uph’, before suddenly sitting up on the mattress and towering you from his seated position. “What’s your problem?” It’s an empty question, he already knows the answer. You look pretty like this, gentle and open as you watch him get his bearings. There’s a bit of hair sticking to your bottom lip when he is able to make out your face in the dark, long lashes splayed around sleepy, perfect eyes, and his hand twitches in his lap with the urge to brush it away from your face entirely. Weak idiot.

“Please come with me?” Even before you reach for his arm to cuddle it to your chest, even before you jut out your bottom lip, he’s already shifting his weight for you. Weak fucking idiot. He takes a breath, gives you a push against your forehead and moves over you to reach for the shirt at the end of the bed.

“Go get the stinkin’ car keys and put on some clothes.” You’re up with a small chuckle, sliding off the edge to smile back at him, before moving back to the hall. Rin’s eyes follow you as you leave, tracking along the curve of your spine, exposed thighs, printing the way you dart out of the room into his brain before falling back in bed. He takes a deep breath, feels his heart beating against his ribcage like a ticking time bomb. His large hands glide over his cheeks a few times, rubbing his eyes, before he bites his bottom lip. “Fuck. Moron.”

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You take his car, talking much too excitedly about being up at 4am, something he can’t help but snap at you for when you laugh at his annoyance. But with the roads so quiet, like the entire world has stopped and made room for the two of you— just you and him, it’s easier to place that feeling sewn between his lungs and his heart, pressing on his stomach a little any time you look his way, or smile, or rest your head against his shoulder. And even though he’s become a master at ignoring the mulling thoughts tucked far back in his head, there’s a part of him that hopes the drive doesn’t end too soon.

He drops his hand to the gearbox and shifts, trying to keep his eyes strictly on the road ahead as you drag your hand through the air out the window, creating a draft that blows his hair every which way. He grunts. It’s impossible to ignore your humming, or the way the orange street lights flick over you like blaring warning signs. “Close it,” he mumbles, and of course you don’t. Your smaller hand just keeps going. It bobs up and down like a dolphin a million times, only stopping when your fingers get too cold and you stuff them between your thighs with a laugh. He can’t help but bite his lip again, before closing the window from the obnoxious rattling of the wind.

The music you put on earlier is long forgotten, as you drive through a tunnel and soft static fills the car. He clears his throat, before glancing at you again through the corner of his eye. There’s such an innocent type of relief on your face, face relaxed and open and vulnerable. He can’t stand it. He knows the world better than you do, knows Sae better than you do too, and there’s nothing both want more than to snuff out that last bit of goodness to make it their own. Rin just focuses on the end of the tunnel, tapping his finger against the wheel impatiently. “Sae might not be as excited to see you as you hope he’ll be, y’know.”

The car leaves the tunnel, exposing the night sky and all it’s stars again, and you pout. “Niichan never seems truly excited though.” You raise your shoulders to your ears, before stretching your arms out before you, shifting up the shirt you tossed on over your shorts. Boxers, his. He holds the immediate response of telling you off for it to watch how it falls around your thighs, just visible from under the zip-up sweatshirt. “I’m just happy we’re all together again, s’all, Rin nii,” you mumble, before reaching over the console again to rest your head against his shoulder for the little bit of intimacy you can get like this, “you don’t have to be.”

Instead of driving the last part like you promised you’d do, you fall asleep on him, snuggling closer into his neck and making driving unintentionally difficult, but he doesn’t wake up. Doesn’t say a damn thing when glancing to the side as your song plays in the background, as you mouth the words sloppily into his skin. He can only obey your wish as he parks and stares up at the front of Tokyo International Airport, gently nudging you back into the land of the conscious. He pretends pretty well that his skin doesn’t feel like popping like a balloon when you lean in and kiss him full on the mouth in thanks, wrapping your arms around his neck for a few seconds.

Not long enough too soothe him when you pull out your phone right after, but plenty long to make his lips tingle, the warmth of your embrace and the smell of you to linger on his collar. Rin barely looks up from his hands when you pick up and he can hear his brother’s voice on the other end, going along in your rambling of something about the gate, his car— he doesn’t really care to listen. You look happy, truly, fully happy, when you toss open the car door and run to meet the dark clad figure walking up halfway in a tackling hug. He frowns, clicks the car keys out, and watches how you gush something at the oldest, let him lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, to your cheek, and finally your mouth.

The mouth you so eagerly, innocently pressed against him just seconds earlier. Of course, it’s not like that— it’s never been like that to you; your morality a pretty strict black and white between what is familial affection, and what is more. Rin knows that as well as Sae does, and that’s exactly why he knows that Sae is anything but fair when he squeezes you to his chest and whispers into your ear. He looks over when you point at the car, seeming to meet his eyes with pinpoint accuracy even in the dark. You drag him over to the car behind you, and motion Rin to get out. He doesn’t, trying to ignore the way your mouth corners fall.

Just a few seconds longer he wishes to pretend that it’s just you and Rin in this car, just you and Rin in this life. Just a bit longer to imagine that he doesn’t have to fight his older brother on every single thing he cares about. Sae opens the door for him, leaning his head inside with a small smile. “Hey, little brother, d’ya miss me?”

“Not one bit,” Rin breathes back, smiling along when Sae laughs at that. He can read it in his eyes though, that testy attitude hasn’t changed one bit. The oldest Itoshi will always be the fan to his flames, no matter how much older he gets. A fact of life you’re blind to, sadly.

“I’m sure you didn’t. If I also had our little sister to keep me company, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world. You should come along some time,” he gives your pretty smile a quick glance, before opening the car door wider, letting in more cold air, “the team would adore her.” He squeezes your hand in his before he brings it up to his mouth, holding his brother’s eyes, before he finishes. “Maybe even marry one of them.”

“I’m probably not getting married to anyone from your team,” you giggle from the side, clinging to the oldest brother’s side like it pains you to let go of him just yet. “Besides, I have to stay here to support Rin, y’know?” You lick your lips before you glance back at Rin, completely missing the knowing, smug grin that Sae slips on, nodding along with your words.

“Hmm, guess you’re right, little sister. Rin’s lucky to have you too.” There’s a tightness that keeps pushing down on Rin’s heart more the longer he watches the interaction, keeping his expression as neutral as he can before running a hand under his eye, scratching it once in an attempt to distract himself. This is his type of game, Rin can only think, his brother has gotten the provocation down to a science. But he doesn’t say anything else, and Sae taps his long, slender fingers on the window a few times, before nodding at him. “Well, hop out, you drove here.”

“It’s fine-” Rin starts, only to get the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“You get into the back seat with her and let me drive, okay? I appreciate it.” There’s a barely visible motion of Sae’s head to indicate Rin to move, which he does with a deep sigh.

You peel yourself from the oldest’ side to make way and happily get into the back seat though, basically dragging Rin along after you. “Us two in the back seat, niinii? It’s almost like when we were kids, I missed this.” He doesn’t move when you practically drape yourself over him, both much too used to getting all the physical affection in the world from him before, and too deprived of it to keep to yourself now. You’re already falling asleep again when Rin carefully lays his arm around your back and pulls you a little closer, barely enough energy to watch Sae load in his luggage or pull out of the parking spot. You mumble a soft “missed you s’much, Sae nii,” before soft snores fill the car, and Sae turns off the radio entirely.

But when Rin meets his brother’s eyes through the rearview mirror, he only blinks once, then pulls his lips into a tight line. “You could stand to thank me more for leaving, Rin. After all, that’s the only reason you still have a shot, right?” And the tight ring around his heart pulls even tighter when he pulls you a bit closer yet again, dropping his mouth to your crown. Your limp hand sprawled out across his lap is easy to link his fingers between, and it’s almost easy to pretend like you liked him this much all along.

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[kunigamiis]

Aiku with 27?

tw daddy, hard dom oli, spanking, brat taming

It started with a simple comment. You look beautiful today, he’d mumbled. “I’d look even better under you,” you’d said back, smiling as you dropped the towel aside to get into your pyjamas for the night. A harmless joke. Oliver hadn’t taken it like that.

Instead here you were, choking on his cock with his hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you all the way down until you’re lined up with his navel. Thick, heavy tears collect at your chin each time you fight the urge to gag around him, blinking up so pretty he has to pull you off every so often not to spill his cum straight down your throat. “You always talk so fucking much,” he hisses as he tosses you onto the bed, uncaring of the way you scramble for a bit of reprieve, only a few seconds to catch your breath.

He grabs onto your hips and yanks you back so you’re bent over the bed, pushing your legs apart. “All day. All day, talkin’ so much fucking smack. But you don’t like it when daddy actually takes you up on it, hm?” You’re shaking your head side to side, snotting into your expensive sheets like a little brat, and his hand comes down hard onto the plush of your ass. Again and again, until you’re trembling on your knees and whining like a bitch in heat, pussy slicking all the way down your legs. He doesn’t give you any time to recollect yourself before opening your pussy with two fingers and rubbing a third over the winking hole, spitting onto your cunny for good measure.

Then he’s pulling your arms behind your back as you whine out his name and run your mouth some more, only getting shut up when he pushes the thick, flared head of his cock against you and starts pushing in, spreading you wide apart. “Ahng, daddy, daddy, f-fuck you’re big, m’ feel so- good.” You clench him stupid when he slides in a few inches, before pulling back and ignoring the way you moan ans struggle to push yourself back into his touch, gripping your neck tight instead.

“Mhm-ah— G-god, I love your hands—ah, on my-” choking on your own words as he squeezes harder, pulling your hips back onto his cock with one hand. “Daddy, daddy, fuck me harder- p-please, wan’it so bad.” He grunts something under his breath, before squeezing into your hip more with blunt nails and bottoming out inside, throwing his head back.

“So fucking tight, holy- fuck.” Your walls cling to him when he sets a merciless pace, loud, sloppy thrusts filling the room. You’re already half-gone, barely able to do any more than bite onto the bedsheets and suck at your own spit, letting him piston in and out of your messy cunt. “M’ gonna fuck you dumb, brat,” he grunts, and you nod, because Oliver never holds out on his promises.

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[kunigamiis]

kunigami def has a corruption kink, have you seen him??? anyway, definitely a great niichan, even though you hear all the stories about how he is a virgin killer and basically dumps girls after that. but he's your amazing niichan, and even with the bad parts of the stories, you focus on the good. like the mind blowing orgasms, how gentle he can be, how he'll fuck you all night long. and he's a sucker for you, so all it takes is a pout and a please before you're the next virgin he's taking to bed. but you're special, unlike the rest, because you're his little sister <3

yes!!! oml he'd give you anything with just one time asking, he'd be so weak for his little sister

tw incest, corruption, virginity loss

he loves making someone come undone under his large hands, pressing desperately at his thick thighs, begging for him to slow down. he loves watching pretty, glistening stripes run down their temples as he doesn't slow, doesn't even have a second thought fucking their tight cunt into his shape. he's addicted to the way they claw at his back, trembling and mewling.

but those thrills are temporary, they slip through his fingers too quickly, and by the next week he can't bother keeping up the 'perfect boyfriend' facade. still though, it doesn't take much more than a few compliments, a wide smile and his face- or body, or presence- dangled in front of theirs before they're burning up and taking his number with a bit of sputtering.

eventually he grows tired of that too, settling this strange ache in his bones as he watches you prance around the room while he thinks aloud. your little mouth as you offer him part of your snack, forming the syllables of a dragged out 'ren nii', or how you lick your fingers of his spit when you shove them along with the sweet into his mouth, or how you pick your skirt from between your ass when turning away.

it's the smallest, niggling sense of dread that stays there, clawing at him every time he gets home. drained, unsatisfied, barely able to spill his cum into his new girlfriend of the week without having to focus on the small flecks of familiarity.

the way she cries, you with a wobbling lip curled next to the stairs with your scraped knee until he places a little band-aid on it and ruffles your hair. the shade of her hair isn't quite the same, but close enough for him to grab a fistful and pull hard, arching her back as the wet pap, pap, pap fills the space between them, leg held up and leaning against some bathroom door.

he'd never treat you like this, obviously, but he can't be bothered when it's the sixth girl taking his order in some bar in two months. she mouths his name and he stuffs his fingers into her mouth to shut her up, because she isn't you, and he can't stand hearing his name said any other way than the exaggerated 'ren-niiii'. he hopes you're a virgin. he thinks you must be.

his cock twitches in his pants any time he thinks it, watching you mouth your thoughts or bite your pen in thought, or snuggle into the warmth of his sweater. no one would dare to date his little sister- if only out of fear of him doing the same. too bad they don't know it's your name that spills past his lips when he's fisting his cock with both hands in the shower, pelvis pushes forward into them as he squeezes as tight as you must still be.

it doesn't take too long for you to pick up on the way he follows you with his eyes. how he gets a bit too close with his mouth to yours, or your pussy when he's resting his head in your lap. doesn't take long for you to go several shades of embarrassment. doesn't take long for you to pout out a soft, innocent, clueless "wadda'ya want, ren nii?"

"lemme show you something real quick, hm?"

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