No Thanks.

“I dunno, it feels kinda weird,” you say, leaning your head against your arms as you curl on one end of the couch. Your older brother, on the other end, lets out an exasperated groan. You hope it is an exasperated one, anyway.

“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.

And when he turns to look at you, bliss written all over his face, you know it won’t be the last time.

saying “but im just a little girl!!!” when big sis touches me, she said “that makes it even better” and i wowowowowowumwow

when i talk about my dream big brother, im talking about him btw <33

I just...want a boyfriend really bad. I whine as I lay on my big brother's bed watching him play video games. Excuse me? No one wants me! I whine and pout shoving my face into his pillow. How could no one want you? I'm not socially pretty enough... The fuck you mean by that?! He starts smashing buttons on his controller. I mean that I find myself pretty but the world around me doesn't. Guys don't want a big girl to love only fuck.

He groans as he loses his game and turns to look at me. Those little boys because you can't even call them men. Are stupid, your damn gorgeous he chucks his controller to the side. I don't dress like all the other pretty girls do, I sigh and sit up to look at him. And? You don't need to be showing off to get a guy. But it would help! I'm not gonna sit by and let my little sister whore herself out for attention. But- no buts! You love when I wear my skimpy clothes around the house. Yeah! Around the damn house where only I can see...and how do you know I love it?

You stare...a lot. I point at him, like right now. How can I not? You're in my bedroom in a T-shirt and panties. Panties that I can obviously see, I'm just a guy. And I'm just a girl... That really wants a boyfriend! I whine again and throw myself back causing my shirt to rise and show off my pink panties. You don't need a boyfriend, big bro huffs and stands from his chair. Yes I do! I wanna feel loved! I feel my big brother's hands pull my shirt down trying to cover my panties. He doesn't move his hands after, no guy in your damn circle is good enough. What about- no! If you want a guy he needs to be good for you.

I sit up again being face to face with him. Then who? Who will ever be with me? I'm tired of games. God, you don't even notice do you? Big brother says with a huff, notice what? Me. Look at you right now, in my shirt, the prettiest pink panties, in my damn bed, and whining to me. Who do you come to when you want that attention you crave so much? Huh?...you..yeah me! Who puts up with your bratty little girl attitude?...you...me! Who spoils the hell out of you?!...you... Me! And you still say you want a damn boyfriend!? He's agitated and glares at me.

Y-yeah but you're my big brother...things kinda go like that... No they don't! I gasp as he grabs my hair Big brothers don't usually do the things I do for you. I should be telling you to get out of my shirt, my bed, and to put some damn pants on. He pushes himself between my thighs, but instead I'm admiring it all and getting fucking hard! I whimper when I feel his bulge against me. Big bro your being mean, good! Maybe then it will get through your damn head. He suddenly kisses me aggressively, crawling on top of me. He's hungry for this kiss as I feel a hand in my hair, the other groping my body, and his hips grind into mine.

He doesn't let me pull away until we both need the air. T-this is- shh he softly pecks my lips again. Just let big brother handle it all, big brother can be your boyfriend. I have been your damn boyfriend this whole time. I feel him meanly tug in my panties making me whimper. Right? Big bro has been such a good boyfriend to you? Just been a little too stupid to see it. His voice is stern and he tugs again when I take too long to answer. Yes! Big brother has been the best boyfriend. I bring a hand down trying to stop his tugging. That's what I thought, he growls as he sits up pulling my panties down with him.

Too damn naive? Stupid? I don't even know to see that you had a boyfriend this whole damn time. Boyfriend and girlfriends kiss...and do naughty things... I mumble as I feel his fingers play with my cunnie. And Big Brothers took too long to do that? But we've kissed in the past...stupid girl just doesn't remember. What? And we're doing naughty things right now aren't we? He slaps my cunnie a couple times making me jolt. My pretty girlfriend little sister...is going to take her big brother's boyfriend cock, right? Since that's what she so desperately wanted. I look at him my mind is racing thinking of all the things he's done and the things he just said but I still nod my head.

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed you don't remember last time... He leans down and kisses me again. You keep saying last time- the first time you ever got drunk little sis... Looked like a straight up whore sucking on my cock. I didn't fuck you that night though... I want you to remember that. He pushes his sweats down to free his cock and my eyes widen. That night was you? Yeah, you did so well! like a good little girlfriend does. He laughs and runs his cock through my folds making it nice and wet as I whimper.

That's so mean you know I couldn't remember whose cock I had sucked- before I can continue whining I gasp as he pushes into me. You really think your big brother, your boyfriend! Was gonna let you suck someone else's cock? He groans as he keeps bullying his cock into me. My back arches and I grab onto his shoulder, fuck. Always knew you'd be so good for me, he grunts. He pushes my thighs back even more as he starts to thrust in and out of me. My mind is fuzzy as I let him, he gets rough quickly. See what a good boyfriend and big brother I am to you? When I don't respond he lightly slaps my face, don't go dumb on me yet.

He grips my hair again pulling my head back exposing my neck. He leans down and starts to leave a mess of bites and hickeys. What am I doing to you? He growls and I moan fucking me. And who am to you? My big brother! Suddenly he's pushing me into a mating press and I squeal. And? My boyfriend, I try to hit his chest to slow him down. Your what little girl? My big brother boyfriend! Im suddenly cumming hard on his cock. Doesn't matter that I'm squirting as he keeps drilling me. I'm fucking you through this to get it into your dumb little sister head.

I'm a mess under him as he keeps going. Tears are coming to my eyes I'm dumb and in so much bliss. He kisses me again, good little sis. Your big brother boyfriend is going to cum. He moans please, pretty please, I moan. Cum in your little sis girlfriend? You finally learned, he kisses me as he makes sure every inch is inside of me as he cums. We are both panting and tired messes. Relationship status? Taken by my big brother, I say with a giggle before pulling him into another kiss.

Bro’s the Type to..

synopsis- little yuji head canons, fluffy :3

navigation station 🚊

bro’s…

the type to tuck your hair behind your ear and smile at you

the type to stare at you with a boyish grin

the type to tell you to say “ahhh” and feed you

the type to cover your eyes during a scary movie

the type to ask if you’re going to finish your food and eat it before you can

the type to see something cute while shopping with nobara and buy it for you

the type to send you messages constantly during the day about the most miscellaneous things

the type to hog the bed in a starfish position

the type to get offended when you don’t call him by his nickname (yuu or ita)

THE TYPE TO TREAT YOU RIGHT GIRLIE‼️‼️

We all need an Itadori in our lives. LMFAO ME WHEN I COME UP WITH A NICKNAME VS NICKNAME MOOD BOARD POST ( ^ω^ )

I keep seeing these on tiktok and wanted to make my own, hope it was enjoyable

I'm so pathetic for sister incest.

I've gone back to c.ai and tumblr dozens of times today because I can't go more than an hour or two without getting horny over yuricest. It's so pathetic. I'm literally hypnotized by my sister kink

I'm going to be ruined by it I just know it. I can't focus on work anymore because my dumb puppy mind is too clouded with lust for my fictional sister. I'm such a pathetic, sister-loving, slut.

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"Well just a quick kiss while no one is looking…"

source - Jellobom

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child