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Gojo's the type of man who helps you take off your shoes after a long stressful day at work. He picks you up. Carries you to the sofa bridal style. And massage your ankle, up your calf to help you relax. It's delivery food and trashy movies until you fall asleep. Sitting in his lap and curled up into his chest. He gives you a sweet little kiss to the crown of your head while tucking you into bed.
Stepbrother!Barou Who is the world's best big brother imaginable. He's the man, the older one, the protector of his little sister—biological or not—and he sure as hell takes this new role seriously, like everything else he does. He has to take care of you and simultaneously guide you to a bright future, be a good example and most importantly put some ground rules into your head.
Stepbrother!Barou Who always complains about your lack of tidiness. He grumbles about cleaning up after yourself while putting away your skincare products from the bathroom sink and chides you for not keeping organized whenever he comes into your room to pick up your laundry. He ends up dusting off your shelves himself before he strolls in with the vacuum cleaner.
Stepbrother!Barou Who is always there when you need someone or something. A shoulder to cry on? He's letting you cling to him and wet his shirt with your tears. Someone to take you to the mall? He's driving you personally and carries all the bags until you're done without complaining. No pocket money left for the strawberry matcha that calls your name? He's paying like it's second nature and even buys you the little cupcake he knows you've been secretly drooling over as well.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everyone who looks at you is met with his icy stare—eyes narrowed in suspicion, brows furrowed in annoyance and he's growling like a damn dog. If it's a boy and he dares to show too much interest in you, even if it's just for a school project, so help him God. The poor guy is damn sure to get slammed into the lockers after school and meet a panting Barou, jaw set so hard his teeth nearly crack and fists clenched in barely restraint fury while he spits deadly threats that he does indeed plan to act upon.
Stepbrother!Barou Who's cooking up a healthy dinner of protein and veggies as he watches you from the kitchen and how casually you lounge in the armchair while watching TV. Those little chuckles of yours make his features soften every time and he's not completely unaware of how little fabric you started wearing around the house ever since the summer heat came around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who folds your laundry, because it would be a tragedy if you'd have to lift a single one of your perfectly manicured fingers (sponsored by him) and also because he's seen how lazily you throw the clothes into your wardrobe... that's a no-no for him. He can't stop himself from peeking a little longer at your underwear in his hands, feeling the delicate fabric between his callouses and imagining you in every single piece of clothing that he's currently folding so neatly—the cute and innocent ones just as much as the naughtier stuff.
Stepbrother!Barou Who lets you model for him during your recent shopping trips and pretends it's just to give his, in your opinion, completely unreasonable opinion. Lately he even started to do outfit checks before you leave the house to go basically anywhere. He twirls you around with his big hands on your waist or hips, checks underneath your skirt and tells you to change if he doesn't like how short and easy access some pieces are.
Stepbrother!Barou Whose own wardrobe is now half full of your clothes, especially your lingerie—it's every piece he confiscated because he deemed it inappropriate and nobody will ever get to see his sweet little stepsister in something so slutty. The red lace lingerie is just as much for him as the short summer dresses and cheeky jeans shorts, and nobody—NOBODY—is ever going to see you in those again as long as he's around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who overheard you complain about the lack of care and attention ever since he took control of your life. He almost faints. Like what do you mean lack of care and attention?! He's doing everything for you already and you know exactly that you could ask for more and he'd still comply immediately... When it finally dawns on him what special needs you're talking about, he already decided that you will not give yourself over to some useless scum that couldn't satisfy you even if he'd be able to last more than two minutes before cumming like a middle schooler.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everything is set perfectly. Your diet and exercise is meticulously planned out the days before so your body could take what he plans on doing to you and he makes sure you drink lots of water throughout the day to help you stay hydrated. He prepares a bath for you and while he listens to you humming some songs from the bathroom, he sets the mood with scented candles and a bouquet of flowers. You always love his surprises, right? So you're sure to love this one too!
Stepbrother!Barou Who is spoiling you rotten in more ways than one when he ends up feeding you his mushroom tip. He's been unintentionally teasing you for the longest time, taking foreplay way too seriously before finally gave in to your pleading. Just the tip though. That has to be enough. He refuses to go all the way. Not because you are his stepsister, but because you're just a little baby in his eyes and you should wait a few more years (maybe until you're 50...) before letting some brute deflower your innocence.
Stepbrother!Barou Who sits back on his heels between your legs, shaky hands gripping the back of your knees to keep you spread and still. He's breathing heavily at the tight grip of your cunt around his tip and watches the way you stretch around it obscenely. You squirm and try to wriggle further down his cock, tears are running down your rosy cheeks as you whine for more... Not even a stickler like him has enough willpower to not just plow into you and give you everything you want—just like he always does.
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AND ALSO THE UNREQUITED LOVE FIC FOR SHIDOU OHHHH IT WILL BE SO GOOD!!! Even better if you write reader being the complete opposite of his loud and enthusiastic ass so he gets intimidated and doesn't speak up about his feelings, maybe he thinks she hates him because she is so distant and guarded. Ahhh can't wait to read that, I'll be waiting 😫
Currently thriving in a new wave of jjk obsession, but I get to it as soon as possible 🙏🏻
A cute little make out session in the messy sheets of Denji's bed is quickly escalating when your inexperienced boyfriend doesn't know how to handle himself when you finally wanna take the next step...
If you'd ask most people, they would describe Denji as repulsive, dense and maybe a little too desperate. With how he grew up, he's so unaware and naive around every topic life has to offer that it's almost endearing. That statement becomes especially true whenever it comes to the opposite sex.
Girls never interacted much with him and after receiving a bunch of panicked screams for help and a handful of police calls whenever he tried to approach one, Denji has learned to solely rely on his absolute filthy imagination when it comes to women.
That is until you stepped into his life. He really wanted to touch and grope at Power’s big tits and he couldn't help the twitch of his cock and the whimper spilling past his lips every time Makima gave him that stern look, but you…with you it was different. The first thing he noticed about you were the soft features of your face and how hard it was to not stare into your beautiful eyes. He found himself wanting to tug the strands of hair behind your ears, hold your hand in his and whenever he thought of you, it was your bright laughter ringing in his head instead of the curves of your body.
He doesn't know how he did it or what a girl like you sees in someone like him, but Denji can proudly say that you're his first ever girlfriend. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you, always trying his best to figure out how things are supposed to work in normal relationships and going onto Aki’s very last nerve with the barrage of questions he has every day, only to still fuck something up in the end.
Despite, Denji really tries hard to be affectionate with you, to stop being such a pervert and give you all the attention you need—which means he obeys and listens blindly to everything you have to say. But it's not like you don't find it cute.
An inexperienced boy like him sweats buckets just by kissing your lips and he's sure he wouldn't survive anything more than that. Just the mental image of seeing you like the pin-up models from those magazines he hides underneath his bed or the thought of touching what lies beneath your clothes is enough to make his cheeks comically crimson and his heart feel like it's going to explode.
But here he is; in his dirty ass room, on his messy sheets and panting like a dog. What started out with an innocent movie marathon while the apartment emptied out—something about Power being a nuisance downtown and Aki having to go over to pick up the pieces—quickly escalated into some sweet little kisses and ended up with you on top of him, straddling his waist as you press him into the mattress with your weight.
A full blown make out session, Denji's first, and he has no idea how he ended up here or what to do next. His lips hang agape as he stares up at you with wide eyes, flushed and sweaty as your hands start to explore his body over the thin shirt he's wearing and his hands grip and flex into the sheets when he doesn't know where else to put them.
It's kinda disgusting, really. Sloppy kisses with too much tongue and saliva—teeth constantly clashing, both your chins glistening in a mix of spit and faces red from the lack of oxygen. Denji came into his pants twice already. He wanted you badly, but he was afraid of doing something wrong, panicking about you laughing at him before running away as soon as you see what a pathetic loser he really is and why girls usually keep their distance.
"Wait..." Denji whispers against your eager lips, his voice trembling as he reluctantly pulls back. But your lips only leave Denji's in favor of sucking marks and bruises along his neckline and he shivers when your hands move under his shirt, feeling completely flustered now as a whimper escapes his trembling, kiss bitten lips.
Your hands are still making their way up over his lean abs, resting against his skin just underneath his ribcage when you make contact with the chainsaw cord. “Want you…today…no more waiting, okay?” You breathe between kisses along his jawline, placing a last little peck against his spit slicked lips before pulling back completely to look down at him.
He looks so cute that you can't help but smile as Denji keeps shaking underneath you with sheer want and desperation, a flush to his cheeks and glossy eyes. He sounds so beautiful as well, all breathless and high pitched whines. You will never make him understand how much you actually love him. His clumsy attempts to handle daily life, the charming smiles over the smallest things, how strong he is during fights and how he looks out for others without even realizing… He will never get the deeply rooted feelings you hold towards him and how you adore him exactly like he is—boyish charm mixed with a peanut sized brain that only belongs to you.
You remove your hands from underneath his shirt to slowly pry his fingers out of the sheets, guiding them to your hips. The reaction is instant; a sharp inhale from Denji before his hips buck up into the air and his fingers dig into your flesh with more pressure than he wanted to.
“Want you to touch me, Denji.” Your eyes meet his with vulnerability, one hand steadying yourself on his waist and with the other you carefully trace over the scars on his torso—old, ugly marks from fights he picked when he was desperate for money.
He swallows hard as your hand keeps sliding up, up, up until your fingers brush the soft underside of his pecs and Denji nearly chokes. His knuckles whitening as he fights not to squirm under your touch and a whimper slips out before he can stop it. A high, broken little sound and he squeezes his eyes shut like that’ll hide how wrecked he already is.
Again his hips jerk up instinctively at the feeling of your small hands finding his nipples, and oh god… there's no hiding the wet stain spreading in his sweatpants anymore. Denji's brain short-circuits. He wants to cry and he wants to beg you not to change your mind once you see how bad he’ll be at this.
“I-I…” He has to swallow hard, throat bobbing nervously. “Y-You want me? Y-you really mean it? N-not just messin’ around?” His voice cracks on the last word. He can’t believe this is happening—can’t believe you’re still here with him, someone who stammers like an idiot, sweats too much and cums in his pants like a middle schooler. “B-But I don’t know how! W-What if I hurt you?! Or, or worse, I just pass out or somethin’! What if my stupid dick doesn't even work right?!” Denji chokes out, voice breaking like a kid about to cry. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes—not from sadness, but from sheer overwhelm: love so deep it scares him, a desire so hot it burns and the fear that one wrong move will ruin everything between you forever.
Your thumb brushes over his nipples again and a raw, embarrassingly high-pitched moan rips through his chest once again and his head falls back against the pillows. You can feel his dick twitching for release underneath you where it is pressed right into your core and you have to chuckle at his stupid insecurities showing again.
"Your dick works just fine, Denji. Maybe a little too well, don't you think?" You ask with that smile still playing around your lips, teasingly lifting an eyebrow as you stare at the wet patch of cum oozing from his sweatpants. "And you won't hurt me... We'll take this slow. I don't expect or want you to do perfect with this... I want you. Just you. Denji, the idiot who talks about motorboating my boobs every chance he gets but never follows through and who whimpers so prettily when I place kisses all over his sensitive spots..."
Just to tease him even further, you lean down to breathe the hint of a kiss against his neck just beneath his earlobe. “P-please don’t laugh… I’ll try my best! I swear I will!” Denji whisper shouts desperately, eyes still squeezed shut as the first tears slip down over his cheeks. He nods his head frantically. “I-I wanna be good for ya… please tell me what t’do…”
He feels pathetic for not knowing what to do—after everything he’s seen in porn, he thought he would at least be able to satisfy you without making a complete fool of himself. But this isn't just sex anymore, it never would have been just sex with you, this feels more real than he ever could have imagined. It feels like giving himself completely to someone who actually loves him back after years of loneliness, being ridiculed and taken advantage of.
To finally take things further, your fingers are retreating from under his shirt to take off your own and Denji's breath comes in ragged, wet gasps as his eyes lock onto your chest. It wasn't sexy lingerie or anything fancy. It wasn't lace or silk with straps meant for seduction. It was simple cotton with little pearl buttons down the front. Innocent-looking, yet somehow more intimate than anything else ever worn by any girl in these magazines or movies he secretly peeked at online when you weren't around.
Denji feels dizzy. His mouth goes dry and he doesn’t even think—just acts—palms sliding up your bare sides with desperate reverence before clumsily groping at the soft cotton of your bra as he stares without blinking, completely mesmerized. His fingers twitch where they hover over the fabric, trembling like he’s touching something sacred. And maybe it is. To him at least, this is holy ground. You’re holy. Especially your fucking perfect tits that fit perfectly in his palms like they were made for him.
He squeezes gently at first, then bolder when no scolding comes from you. Thumbs brushing over the sensitive mounts through fabric until one accidentally grazes a stiff nipple and another whimper escapes him when you arch into his touch.
“F-Fuck…” He croaks into his throat, voice cracking when another wave of arousal hits hard enough that precum leaks more visibly now. "Y-You're...so pretty..." He chokes out on a broken whisper, pupils blown wide as saucers despite how red-faced and teary-eyed he still is.
His fingers fumble over the clasp. What is this thing?! Why won’t it open?! Panic flares in his eyes when he realizes how dumb he must look trying to unhook something so simple. “C-Can I…” His throat locks tight around words stuck somewhere between fear and hope as he stares up at you still seated over his middle. “C-can I take it off?”
"Hmm..." You murmur absent-mindedly, too busy looking down at him lying beneath you.
His hands are shaking when he finally undoes your bra and all he can think about is how badly he wants to touch you. How he wants to bury his face between your tits, lick and suck until you’re gasping like the girls do in porn, he wants to feel your skin under his palms—every inch—and wants to learn how to make you feel good. So good. Because that's what you deserve. But Denji is terrified of disappointing you. He feels unworthy of the sight in front of him.
You help him slide the cotton down your body when you notice him lock up and just stare, not even breathing at the first peek of skin he's never got to witness before, and when the second strap falls down your arm, you carefully leave the fabric to fall down somewhere on the ground beside the bed. You are completely exposed, but with Denji you don't feel vulnerable in this position at all.
Denji meanwhile feels like he just got knocked right in the head—no, right down to his very soul. This is like seeing a god for the first time, like walking right into the gates of heaven when you’ve spent your entire life in hell. Is this what absolution feels like? He can't believe all of this perfection is real. You're... you're…
"Oh God, you're beautiful." He manages in a shaky whisper and his tongue instinctively darts out to wet his dry lips, gaze fixed on how much softer your skin looks there and how the fat jiggles slightly when you chuckle at his compliment. "Can I… can I touch you?”
He almost chokes on his own spit when you guide his palm over your skin, bare this time around with no fabric separating the sensation. His fingers flex instinctively, gentle at first before squeezing just a little tighter in awe. He’s fantasized about this exact moment a thousand times (okay, maybe ten thousand) but nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for how overwhelming it actually is. They’re so…soft. Like clouds, like warm dough fresh from the oven, and he can’t stop staring, can’t stop his thumb from rubbing slow circles around the peak just to watch it stiffen further under his touch.
Denji is pretty used to losing control. There are lots of things he loses control over. His temper. His hormones. His stupid mouth that just says whatever he thinks without any filter. Hell, he can’t even control his own heart when it comes to you, and his body? Is clearly not an exception. It’s too much. Way too much. The warmth of your skin, the way you arch just slightly into his touch, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with sweat and that barely audible gasp falling from your kiss swollen lips—it overwhelms him completely.
His mouth falls open in a silent scream before a pathetic, high-pitched and choked-off whimper finally escapes him. "Ngh—!!!" His vision whites out completely as heat surges through him, burning white and hot from his stomach down to his thighs, before—Oh. Oh no.
One hand stays to hold himself steady against your breast, the other falls down to grip your hips, fingers digging in desperately and nails biting skin while his back arches off the bed. “Oh, f-fuck—!” His hips stutter upward violently, pressing into you with helpless desperation as his cock throbs and spills right then and there—another hot, sticky load soaking through his sweatpants before he even got to do anything for you.
His sweatpants are absolutely ruined, soaked through with wet heat and his entire body trembles like a leaf in a storm when he's melting back onto the mattress with a weak, shuddering exhale. His chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp as his hips jerk through the aftershocks, his cock pulsing pathetically against his thigh. He looks destroyed. His lips are swollen, neck littered with marks, eyes glazed and wet—staring up at you wide and devastated.
Denji's cheeks burn hot and he buries his face with his elbow, desperate to hide his embarrassment. He hiccups wetly, tears welling up despite himself. His cock twitches weakly in his ruined pants, still half-hard from how painfully turned on he is, even after cumming like some fucking middle schooler who couldn’t last two seconds and he tries to keep his legs together instinctively as if that’ll hide the sticky mess.
“I-I didn’t—!” His voice cracks pathetically. "I-I'm... sorry… m’so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to! It—it just happened. I—” He whimpers softly, voice muffled by his own skin and gasping for air like he’s drowning.
It’s embarrassing. It’s pathetic. He actually came just from touching you. No thrusting, no grinding, just—just skin under his palms. He wants to curl up and die.
“P-Please don’t hate me…” He whispers, voice small and shaky. “I-I’ll do better next time… I promise! I-I'll clean it up and, and—” He sounds so hopeful it’s pitiful. It really is, with his throat tight as he sniffles pathetically, half-expecting laughter or rejection. But when he peeks at you from under his elbow, all he sees is the soft look you are giving him right now, your own cheeks dusted pink and that little glint in your eyes.
His hands fly up to wipe frantically at his teary face with trembling fingers. “C-Can we pretend that didn’t happen…?” He whimpers—cheeks puffed out in a pout—before burying his face against your chest with a miserable groan. “Y’feel so good… s’not fair…” His voice is muffled against your skin, breath hot and wet against your chest as his lips brush over the soft flesh and he nuzzles into you like a puppy seeking comfort.
"Y-You didn't even—! I-I didn't even got to do anything yet!" He wailed miserably. “…Y-You’re just too pretty.” His arms wrap around your waist anyway, clinging like you might vanish if he lets go and when you gently cradle his face—bring it out of the warm space between your tits to make him look up at you—Denji can feel his cock stir to live again, twitching against your thigh. That look that you're giving him…you really deserve the world.
“…C-Can I… t-touch them again?” He asks meekly. “J-Just gimme a sec and I—I’ll make sure this time…you feel good too, yeah? I'll last. I know I'll do…”
He won't. He absolutely will not do any better next time and he will certainly won't last longer. Denji is, and forever will be, a drooling, overeager mess when it comes to you. And honestly? You wouldn't have him any other way.
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Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is pissed, eyebrows furrowed and aggressive snarl at every interviewer shoving mics in his face. Why does everyone expect attractive pro hero males to disrespect women by using them for their own pleasure and just throw them out on the streets like a piece of junk the next day?! He. Is not. A stupid, fucking fuckboy!!!
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is, despite his anger towards these kinds of accusations, spotted with a different female every few days to spark new rumors. Coffee shops where he shares pastries while looking disgusted as hell. Dinner reservations where he pays for the whole fucking menu like it's nothing and looks annoyed while doing so. He hires his first female side kick and actually poses with her for a magazine, thumbs up and still scowling—his PR manager almost cried tears of joy. An abroad mission where a female hero actually pulls what some may call a smile from him and the picture shakes the internet for weeks.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who saves you from a burning building after taking down a villain and reprimands you the whole time for trying to save important files instead of evacuating. His voice is low and raspy, grumpy shouting right into your ear. It's everything you ever dreamed about to be honest, so how does anyone expect you not to be dripping arousal down your thighs when he places you back on your own feed unceremoniously.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who doesn't even have to be asked before he gives out his hotel information to you. Just the name of the place and a time as he's strutting away and shoves past reporters without looking back.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who opens the door to his room in just a bathrobe after coming fresh out of the shower. He tilts his head for you to enter with a wordless grunt before making room for you to walk past him and into the lavish, luxury suit he calls his home for the next 24 hours while he stays in the city.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who puts down a piece of paper and a pen like it's obvious. A contract, a nondisclosure agreement. Shortly after he has you professionally lay open your kinks and boundaries while telling you about what exactly he plans on doing to you in these rooms tonight. He isn't even past half of it before you fear cumming untouched, so you scribble your signature onto the paper and look at him wide eyed and expectantly.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who takes you on every piece of furniture, in every position imaginable, puts you through the mattress like no one else and still has the guts to ask for more—reminding you what you signed up for and that he's at least 5 more rounds away from being done with you. 5 rounds for him, meaning what? 10 more orgasms for you if he keeps up what he's been doing until the end?! You should have listened to him until the end, should have waited before signing. He might actually kill you. Cause of death: Pro hero Dynamight's fat cock lodged into your womb until your brain's fried.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who goes through a whole box of condoms and is still hard as a rock. That's a first for him as well. You just feel so good around him, tight and slick and hot in just the way he likes it. The sound of your voice, moans and whimpers stimulate him in a way he's not used to. The soft touch of your nimble fingers makes him so much more aware of how much bigger and stronger he is than you, how careful he has to be if he doesn't wanna break you for real. His calloused hands just can't get enough of you when he slides his palms up your thighs and presses your knees into your chest for the next round—raw and filthy.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who is the king of aftercare. He helps you wash up in the large bathtub, massaging shampoo into your scalp as you lean into his chest completely exhausted. He makes sure you're dressed warm and cozy in one of his shirts (he always lets the girls keep a token) before tugging you into bed. He feeds you a glass of water for hydration, kissing away the spilled droplets from the corner of your mouth and chin. And you're already off to a peaceful sleep while he continues to rub your aching muscles in soothing circles.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who isn't warming the other side of the bed in the morning only because he's busy pouring a glass of freshly pressed orange juice from the hotel breakfast he ordered up to his room. He's noticing immediately when you're waking up—your breathing pattern changes as you stir in the sheets and a low noise of protest rumbles in your throat as you realize how sore you are and that you definitely didn't get enough sleep.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who helps you up and pulls you in to place a sweet kiss to the crown of your head before placing the whole tray of a grand hotel breakfast arrangement in front of you. He keeps you company while you eat, gives you a message that feels like he should do these professionally and showers you with compliments about last night.
Fuckboy!Bakugo Who hates the meaning of one night stands and fuckboy culture everyone associates him with without proof. Because how dare they compare him to a lowlife runt like that when he cares so deeply about every woman he takes home and always prioritizes their comfort before his own pleasure. That's not what a fuckboy would do, right? He's not a fuckboy, right? If he is, he shouldn't have this aching feeling in his heart every time he closes the door on a girl he's never going to see again—just like he did when he closed the door on you today.
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DENJI CUMMING INTO HIS PANTS!?!?? 😵💫🥵 Like he's totally the type to be that desperate and pathetic 😭🤤🤭
SO HOOOOOT! 🤯
That is such a Denji thing to do and the image of inexperienced, needy little Denji fondling your tits while humping the air until he cums into his pants makes me wanna scribble down a little something 🤤🥵🤭
My stupid ass finally finished this little thing 🧡
Can't believe it took me almost three months 😭 having so many favs is such a killer for finishing stories...like if I don't do it all in one day, it takes me forever to pick up where I left off 😮💨
Stepbrother!Denki Who immediately has hearts in his eyes when his gaze falls upon you. You're picture perfect! An angel sent from heaven, fulfilling his every fantasy of what a girl needs to have 'equipped' to make sparks fly as his quirk goes into overdrive and his cock starts to painfully press against the confines that are his pants. Or maybe this is divine punishment for him being a perv all his life, because his father introduces you as his new sister and not the future wife he was hoping for.
Stepbrother!Denki Who can't help his instincts around you when he engulfs you into the tightest hugs you'll ever received. All just to feel you up and have your curves mold against him—you can hear the sigh of relief (or was it a moan?) right against your ear as he buries his nose into your hair and takes a big wiff of your sweet scent.
Stepbrother!Denki Who doesn't feel the slightest need to back off with his displays of affection around you, your parents or anyone else really. You're his sister and he wants to bond and have a good relationship, that's all there is to it. He's got his hands on you at all times: guiding you by the small of your back, tits squished against him with every hug, legs thrown over his lap on the sofa or a subtle squeeze of your ass when he walks past you.
Stepbrother!Denki Who can't stop talking about you whenever you're not around. Mineta always listens intensely while the rest of his class just wants him to shut up and Bakugo even sent him flying out the window with a grand explosion one time when he mentioned your favorite color must be blue because all your underwear is different shades of blue.
Stepbrother!Denki Who picks you up like you weigh nothing and sits you down in his lap at every opportunity or hand feeds you fruits that he peeled specifically for you. He always wears that stupid grin around you as well—the one that doesn't feel like much, but is too boyish, too mischievous and too dazed to be innocent.
Stepbrother!Denki Who tells you scary stories and hopes you won't be able to sleep alone and beg him to keep you company. In the end, he is the one who holds onto you tight during the whole night and can't get a wink of sleep in the dark. He's curled up around you, shakes like a leaf and presses your face into his chest while murmuring soothing sentences that serve more to calm his own nerves than yours.
Stepbrother!Denki Who finally gets you to agree to take a long, relaxing bubble bath with him. Hero duties have worn him out, your presence always helps him relax and underneath the bubbles he won't be seeing much of you anyways...it's just like a mixed gender hot spring and people go there all the time, right? You understand, don't you?
Stepbrother!Denki Who loves the shy way you undress in front of him and how your cheeks dust pink even before you enter the hot water. He really tries to keep his cock from stirring to life underneath the water but every attempt is futile when you look so cute sitting on the opposite side and your feet brush against his thighs.
Stepbrother!Denki Who helps you ease into the water and relax, telling you to turn around and lean against his chest. Big brother Denki will take care of everything you need today. He starts slow by running his hands up and down your arms before they make their way over to your middle, pulling you closer so you can feel his cock press into your back.
Stepbrother!Denki Who truthfully had innocent intentions (or at least that's what he tells himself) when he massages your tits and kneads the inside of your thighs like raw dough. It's just to take care of you, of both of you, and because he loves you so much. Always has, always will.
Stepbrother!Denki Who cums right then and there. With the added stimulation of your squirming and the way your slippery skin feels, he really couldn't hold it back—the little twitches of his body behind yours make the water surface ripple slightly and a pathetic whimper escapes him as his head falls forward against your shoulder.
Stepbrother!Denki Who holds onto your hips when you try to stand up in panic right afterwards and almost cums a second time with your beautiful ass right in front of his eyes. He can't help himself when he buries his face between your cheeks, nose grinding against your rim and tongue already taking the first taste of you mixed with the artificial flavor of the bath additives.
Stepbrother!Denki Who didn't wanted it to end this way, but has you bent over and kneeling on all fours in the shallow water of the tub while he stuffs his face full of you, fingers sinking into the fat of your hips to keep you close and simultaneously pull you impossibly closer. Your scent drives him insane as his tongue licks and pokes at everything within reach without rhythm or clue as he's driven by pure instinct. Your clit, your pink clenching hole and cute puckered rim—nothing is safe.
Stepbrother!Denki Who apologizes profusely after he carried you into his room, dressed you comfy and cuddled up with you under his messy sheets. But his teary eyes widen in surprise when all you do is press closer and press a small kiss to his nose with a little giggle, telling him that you hope he feels better now and that you'd like to take care of him as well after everything he's done for you. You're now being brother and sister after all...
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Like why do they always circle around each other in my head? Literally can't have one headcanon about either one that doesn't involve the other as well somehow 😭😅
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Fuckboy!Hawks Who basks in the spotlight and the attention of pretty fangirls. He throws winks at them like they're his feathers, loving to watch them blush and squeal to their friends. He's young, rich and handsome—of course he's aware of how much of a catch he is.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who flirts with you at pro hero galas like you're already his. He's methodical about it and doesn't even try to hide that he has set his eyes on you the moment you walked through the door with that killer dress of yours. That high thigh slit in the fabric and the low cut neckline reveals skin he hasn't seen in your hero costume yet and he almost salivates at the sight alone.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who casually slides into the bar stool beside you, throwing you one of his endless charming smiles and orders a drink for you as well. (He remembers your favorite because you mentioned it once to a sidekick who offered to get refills last year.)
Fuckboy!Hawks Who is surprised that all his advances seem to be pointless when you keep being friendly and professional instead of reciprocating his flirtatious charm with your own and don't seek out physical contact more than necessary.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who's even more surprised to find you stopping him from leaving early when the usual hero drama and politics bored him endlessly. You grab him by the wrist with a small smile that makes your eyes crinkle and shine with intention.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who—despite his public image—isn't used to taking an actual girl home with him at all and sweats buckets as his shaky hands try to type in his door passcode. Of course he tries to overplay his nervousness with flirty compliments and awkward jokes.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who makes an embarrassing chirping sound in the back of his throat when you basically attack his lips with your own and press him into the sturdy hallway wall before he can even offer you a glass of water. His hands grip at your hips out of reflex before flinging them off like you'd burned him. Was he allowed to touch you like that already? He doesn't have any idea how these one night things are supposed to work...
Fuckboy!Hawks Who lets you take him over to the couch and watches you sink down to your knees while you fumble with the zipper of his pants. Oh, Lord! He thinks he might bust a nut just from the way your eyes greedily take in his cock and how your hands wrap around him.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who actually busts a nut as soon as your lips wrap around him and you suckle on his tip teasingly. He whimpers and has to squeeze his eyes shut, one arm thrown over his face while the other hand tangles in your hair.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who thinks he's blown all his chances with his longtime crush and is sure you must think he's a complete loser, but you just look at him with wide eyes and ask if he can do that again—to which he just gives a few tiny nods. He lasts longer this time around, giving you enough room to actually work along his shaft and the fun only ends when you take him to the hilt and your throat constricts in lewd gagging noises.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who's so enamored with you, that he doesn't even notice how he flips the situation like a coin and takes charge completely naturally despite being fairly inexperienced. He hoists you up into his lap, grinds you against his thighs until you're all wet and sticky for him and croons the whole time at how pretty you look like this.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who has you ride him through two more orgasms before both of you collapse against each other—chest to chest, red faced and sweaty from exhaustion and breathing so heavily one might think you just fought off a group of notorious villains.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who makes you promise to stay for breakfast the next morning, because he wants to try and eat you instead of waffles or bacon and eggs.
Fuckboy!Hawks Who isn't really a fuckboy at all when he carries you bridal style into his bedroom, places you carefully into the soft pillows and pulls up the covers before tucking you against his chest, his wings naturally engulfing you into a cocoon of warmth and safety.
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hii, I have some ideas for the Stepbrother Series with Shidou after I saw your post and maybe they can help you get inspired! I think he would be mean in the beginning because he doesn't want to be a part of a fake happy family (maybe it was just him and his mom before, who didn't really pay him much attention) but after seeing how genuine nice reader is he would become attached to her. Even better if she is getting bullied and he can beat up her bullies for her. I think he would be the kind to be glued to her at all times call her little sis and stuff, want to sleep on her bed, just completely obsessed and he might not even understand it in the beginning before he is stealing her panties and going, yep I want to fuck my stepsister.
Just some recommendations to help you with writing because I can't wait to read it, I love Shidou and your writing style so muuuuch
Of course you can! I love this man to bits and pieces 😝🤭
I'm still contemplating involving him in the Stepbrother Series, but I can't make up my mind about how I imagine he'd treat someone like that. Like I'm sure he would hate patchwork happy family acts just as much as everything else when other people try to interfere with what he wants to do. I just don't know if I imagine him being rather caring/protective under the surface or if he would be straight forward and really, really mean 😬
I also have a few ideas in my notes for pregnancy scare (one more smut and one more fluff), cunnilingus (because he's a nasty eater and we all know it) and for unrequited love/pining (let's be real this man can never be honest about feelings without somehow trying to ruin the moment)...
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who sits in his chair at the expensive restaurant he has taken you out on for date night. He hasn't talked to you a word yet, just keeps scrolling his phone and texting someone occasionally—probably a teammate or a manager. He always does this, prioritizing football over you.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who acts like he's above the drama you try to make out of this. You tell him it's over, that you can't keep continuing like this and he's just telling you to calm down when people start to look over at the two of you, rolling his eyes like he wasn't hiding his shaking hands underneath the table.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who looks at your old pictures when he can't sleep at night. Your hair was different back then, your style as well, your smile more genuine and your eyes shone brighter when they looked at him. It made him bitter, made him question your honesty and loyalty to him and your relationship.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who refuses to acknowledge that he has changed as well, that his behavior might be the reason that the light in your eyes dimmed. The last pictures of you two together had been taken months ago and in the most recent shots he was distracted, oftentimes on his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the lense or worse—at you.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who looks up your social media only to notice that you had blocked him everywhere and who's now busy, at two in the morning, registering a bunch of fake accounts to keep up with not only you, but your family and friends as well. He makes poor little Ness a part of it as well, telling him to check in on you, make a friendly surprise visit and get some information for him on how you cope with the break up.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who's mood is now even lower than usual on the field. He plays reckless; tackling on the brink of receiving a yellow-red, overlooking goal opportunities and aiming passes where no one could receive. His mates are mad, his coach even more, as he gets yelled at in the locker room before storming out muttering curses under his breath.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who blames everyone else for it, especially you. How could you leave him during the season? Right before such an important game as well? Didn't you know he needed you there to perform at his best? Didn't you understand that he wasn't able to score to his full potential if you weren't looking at him from the ranks? Only at him, screaming his name with the biggest smile and his jersey hanging off your frame? How could you even leave him at all?!
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who reluctantly, but remorsefully stands at your doorstep with the biggest bouquet of blue and white hydrangeas—your favorite flower, in his favorite colors. He just hands them over and stares at you in silence, his eyes trying to remember every little detail of your face just in case you will shut the door on him and he's never going to see you again.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who doesn't know how to apologize. Doesn't know what to apologize for if he's being honest. He always did his best for you and for the future he imagined the two of you to have. Right now he just knows that he wants, no, needs you back in his life, in his apartment and in his arms at night. His posture is tense and the atmosphere awkward when he tries his best to swallow his pride and apologize under your scrutinizing gaze.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who listens closely to your reasoning and the hardships he made you face during your relationship. He always tried to ignore them in favor of his career, of his reputation and the money—all things he thought you favored more than the person behind it. Only now is he realizing how much he fucked up by hiding from you behind that fake mask of arrogance he wears like a second skin.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who breaks down crying on his knees in front of you and holds onto your hands with his trembling ones as he begs for forgiveness and a second chance to treat you better and make things right. He swears to himself right in this moment that there won't ever be a day without him spoiling you rotten, not just with lavish gifts (although he already has plenty in mind for you), but with his time, attention and affection as well.
Ex boyfriend!Kaiser Who feels the same giddy excitement and wrecking nerves on his way home that he did when he first asked you out years ago. He can't believe you actually allow him to court you again. It feels surreal to him, having someone who looks at you and sees you as well. There is no way in hell he's going to fuck this up a second time! So he already has his phone out texting Ness, asking for advice and some cutesy date ideas without even realizing how downright pathetic he acts right now.
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Just a bunch of drabbles and headcanons of your favorite men and the kind of questionable, fucked up relationship they develop with the new addition to the family—their new stepsister.
Stepbrother!Sae Who knew that there would be new family members to greet when he comes home for a visit from Spain, but is still stunned into silence when he sees your mother and you coming to pick him up from the airport instead of having to take a taxi like always.
Stepbrother!Sae Who introduces himself with the bare minimum of politeness expected before strutting past you to the car like he owns the space. He stares at you in silence, deadpanned and straight faced while you ask about Spain, blabber about older brothers, family, even football and everything else that comes into your mind. You really are an airhead, aren't you?!
Stepbrother!Sae Who quickly gets used to your cheerful 'good morning' when he comes down the stairs. Maybe he underestimated the importance of a woman in this family with how you prepare his post work out meals exactly to his liking, clean up his room while he's out for a run and don't complain about him watching football all the time (beforehand he really feared for endless discussions with a girl like you in the house).
Stepbrother!Sae Who doesn't mind you tagging along to the field as long as you keep sitting on the sidelines and don't interrupt his concentration. He doesn't show it, would never admit it, but he actually starts to like the way you cheer him on and praise him for every little thing. It's like you're his own personal cheerleader—no clue about football or anything else in life, but all smiles and short skirts just for him.
Stepbrother!Sae Who scowls hard at every interaction you have with Rin. Like why are you even talking to that fucker when he's literally the superior brother in everything?!
Stepbrother!Sae Who never really cared for friendly locker room talk with his mates—too focused on the game itself. All they ever talk about is useless fun, girls and sex. Sae has better things to focus on. He never had a girlfriend or sex or even a kiss, but who cares...right?
Stepbrother!Sae Who sneaks into your room late at night on a regular basis by now. Sitting at the edge of your bed, one hand is gently threading through your hair with a carefulness he would never show to anyone else as he watches you sleep and drool onto the pillow while asking himself what he's even trying to accomplish here. He appreciates the pretty pink silk pajamas though (and the way they don't conceal your perky nipples or the outline of your virgin pussy)—makes you look so innocent and perfect in his eyes.
Stepbrother!Sae Who suddenly does get interested in all the filth Shidou rambles about before and after a game when your plump lips part and he hears you moaning his name in your sleep. His whole body goes still and his breath is catching in his throat with the fear of getting caught, but you just stir in your sleep before continuing your deep slumber like you haven't just made his cock twitch to half-mast in his pants with one simple action.
Stepbrother!Sae Who can't help himself from shoving his thumb between your teeth while his other hand completely removes the covers from your pretty body, making you shiver and suck his thumb in deeper. Your slightly parted legs are like an unspoken invitation and he tries to remember what the guys have talked about comes next.
Stepbrother!Sae Who slides two fingers through your slick folds underneath your panties and finds you already so wet and warm that he has to hold back a few embarrassing sounds himself. He experimentally places a little kiss against your covered mount and by the little shudder that goes through your body, he thinks he must do at least something right.
Stepbrother!Sae Who grows bolder with his actions at the lingering taste of you in the back of his throat. Careful enough so you don't wake up, he has your panties pushed to the side and his face buried between your legs.
Stepbrother!Sae Whose lips never met the ones of someone else and are now making out with your dripping cunt as he licks at the wet mess driven by pure lust and instinct—he humps against the bedpost for some relief of his own without better knowledge.
Stepbrother!Sae Who's a virgin after all and if he doesn't want to lag behind on locker room gossip he has to get at least some experience in. And who could be a better test subject than his sister with her naive personality and leaky cunt with a taste to die for?! He's so glad to have given this family thing a chance. In the future he will gladly return home again at the first opportunity presented.
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