#stepbrother denki

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ʚ pairing ɞ  stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k

ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?

ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

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I am also thinking Mama Kaminari's career may be electrical engineering? Like maybe she designed some piece of equipment and they moved her to the first location it's being manufactured or installed and she needs to oversee that and train others in how to install/maintain/operate this piece of equipment? Since electrical engineering is so broad it could be literally anything and it would tie in with Denki's quirk?

oooh YES!! anon this is shaping up to be so COOL

#bnha #stepbrothers au #kaminari denki #thanks anon! #arbitrary answers

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Brother's Approval

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni] modern AU and a bit of a crossover. stepcest, stepbrother!kiba, manipulation, infidelity, heavy degrading (seriously, he's a real cunt in this), 69, unprotected sex, creampie, dubcon.

Word count: 9.6k

Masterlist

ayo, special thanks to @sneetsnoot for the peach idea!!

KIBA’S day off isn’t going all that well.

Despite the easy-going setting, the tall brunet feels the exact opposite of laid-back as he attempts to relax at the beach his family had barely managed to persuade him into visiting that hazy Friday afternoon.

Even sitting in the shade doesn’t help. The heat is unbearable and it makes Kiba wonder why on earth he’s even agreed to going out on the hottest day of the year. I mean, he doesn’t even like the beach all that much. Doesn’t enjoy the scorching sun that other people throw themselves under in the same manner he tosses burger patties on a grill, in hopes they’ll catch a tan.

Looking off into the distance with a tightly furrowed brow, trendy Ray-Ban sunglasses hide his amber eyes from view as he brings the icy can of soda, that he’s cracked open only mere moments ago, up to his lips. 

He nearly drinks half of the sugary drink in one swig. The high degrees are making him absolutely parched, but the sugar feels nice as it clings to his front teeth in a layer so thin he can lick it right off.

The damp, salt-laced strands of chestnut enticingly hug the sharp curve of his face and stick to his forehead from the swim he’s just taken. He pushes them from his face now, using the movement as a way to release the sudden stiffness his body experiences the moment a shrill shriek of joy resonates throughout the shore. The noise is so high-pitched that it makes his ears hurt. Makes his teeth feel on edge.

Kiba narrows his eyes as he looks at you - the perpetrator that’s causing all this commotion. His bratty little stepsister. 

Listening to your little squeaks of ‘Stop!’ and ‘Put me down, Denki! Now!’ is simply unnerving, but seeing them being voiced is even worse. The sole reason Kiba has agreed to coming to the beach with his mom and her boyfriend - soon-to-be husband, is more likely - was to catch a fucking break, and yet here you are: prancing around the shore in your tiny bikini like you own the sand and the waves, conjoined at the hip with your dumbass of a boyfriend and ruining everything like you always do.

The rowdy Inuzuka sighs as he continues to lie on the fluffy towel. His taut muscles gradually slacken back into ease by the time he forces his gaze to fall down to his phone with a subdued grunt; the initial aim to do absolutely nothing but relax once again spoiled by no one other than you. 

You just had to bring that dork along, didn’t you? Had to spoil the fun.

He is irked enough as it is, but watching you get picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the idiot he’s disliked from the moment he had laid eyes on him for the first time, makes Kiba outright fume for some fucking reason. Makes his blood boil and his jaw clench so tightly that he can feel his sharp incisors gritting together.

He blames it on work. The air in the workshop has been nothing but burdensome and tense as of late, but this specific week in particular had been the worst by far. He’s worked late into the night, risen early, and has been nagged from all sides for five days in a row.

If anybody would have told him three years ago that he’d have to sift his way through enormous numbers of annoying customers that are way too stingy with their money but still want their cars fixed ASAP, he would have laughed and politely told them to kiss his ass.

Seriously - they’re that bad. Especially the fancy business folk in their eerily clean clothes and carrying their expensive suitcases, who look down on him just because of the work he tends to do. They just have to treat him like shit. Make him all pent-up with rage that he can barely control in the first place because of his inherited anger issues and short temper.

Yes, he might be 'just another' blue-collar worker amongst many, but he is also the reason why their shiny BMWs and Teslas and whatnot stupid cars are running smoothly and operating without any sort of mishaps. So fuck them. And fuck their shitty prejudice, too.

Some days, Kiba swears that he can barely resist the urge of jumping over the counter and strangling them until they’re twitching and done for. And he isn't even into those murder podcasts his ex-girlfriend liked to listen to all the time.

But not everything is all that sour, despite the Karen-like people that get on his nerves and that keep straight up assaulting him at the counter. Still rather young, and thus awfully simple-minded, Kiba really does like working as a car mechanic, he truly does. He likes working with cars and listening to the radio whilst he tends to the vehicles. Enjoys eating burgers and salty French fries from the food stand across the street during his break. Hell, he even likes the smell of gasoline and the sticky feeling the engine grease leaves on his hands. Not to mention that the pay is pretty good as well.

But as of right now, Kiba is clean of grease and smells like salt instead of potent motor oil. His standard work pants have been replaced by a pair of navy blue swimming trunks, the white t-shirt tossed to the side and his tan skin exposed to the warm sea breeze that keeps wafting by. He’s supporting himself with his elbow as he drinks the sugary Coke, knee slightly bent and phone open on a tab that shows a Reddit post that had caught his interest minutes ago but he never quite got to reading properly yet.

He’s tried to, but he's unable to concentrate on the words and their meaning.

After all, the whine you voice sounds closer this time around, and sure enough: when Kiba swiftly lifts his gaze from his phone once more like it’s an automatic response to your calls, he sees you stumbling out of the sea with a pouty frown, hair soaked and skin dewy from droplets of water that glisten in the bright sunlight. 

He likes what he's seeing only partially, though. The reason for it might just be your giddy boyfriend, who is trailing right behind your heels as you walk, holding your hand and smiling at you with this huge-ass grin that makes Kiba wish he could knock his front teeth out with his fist.

He doesn’t like looking at Denki all that much. He's loud, too happy all the freaking time, so he rather shifts his attention back to you.

Because unlike the man next to you, you're a pretty little thing to look at; nice on the eyes. Truth be told, Kiba isn’t entirely sure if calling his stepsister pretty is a weird thing to do or not, but it’s what he thinks and he can’t change what he thinks - simple as that.

He also can’t help that he thinks of your tiny bikini as a gift of sorts, nor the fact that he likes how it shows off parts of your body that he doesn’t have a chance to see that often. No, Kiba just drags his gaze all over you because it’s out of his control, because it isn’t his responsibility as he keeps scanning and burning all those pretty parts into memory for whatever reason.

Reasons he’ll surely know by tonight; inside the comforting privacy of his bedroom. As he strokes his dick in that quick-paced, needy sort of way, just like he has a tendency to do, his mind full of you and your stupid tight body he plans to leave his mark upon at least once in this lifetime.

At least once, goddammit.

He tilts his head to the side as he watches, absent-mindedly chewing on the inside of his cheek whilst acknowledging the slight bounce of your tits and how your hips sway with every step you take, all salacious-like. You walk like a tricksy feline - every step confident and so alluring - and his pupils are dilating behind the dark sunglasses; outright growing to the size of dinner plates your stepmother serves before him every night.

But Kiba isn’t a coward. Timidity just isn’t in his blood.

So he pushes the Ray-Bans up as you come closer, letting them rest on the top of his head just so that he can see you even better. And you, god fucking damn it, you smile when you plop down right next to him - even give him a cheeky little wink to top it all off. As if you know exactly what he’s thinking about. As if you’re delighted by the dirty thoughts you invoke in your stepbrother all the fucking time for years on end.

And Kiba - poor, frustrated Kiba - doesn’t realize the look that crosses his face at that exact moment. He smells the salt in your hair and the sunscreen on your skin, but he doesn’t know how his entire expression shifts into something inexplicable because of it. How his body fully stills its movement before it falls into something calm, albeit equally as menacing, as he picks himself up so that he can sit on the towel. 

Supporting himself with the flat of his palms, the twenty-three-year-old pushes his chest out like you’re pulling the very last breath from his lungs just with your mere scent alone; preparing him to inhale it for one last time before it brings him to his demise.

God, he wants to ruin you, he’s been wanting to do it for so fucking long. Right on this secluded part of the beach, until you’d both be covered in sweat and you’d be crying as he’d push your face into the grating sand and make you take it. Make you take his big, fat cock in your bed. In his bed. In his car. In the shop he works at. Anywhere, everywhere, anytime, all the time.

But instead of biting into your neck like a wild, untamed animal and making you submit like you’re some damn bitch in heat, Kiba rather sinks his teeth into the peach your father tosses in his direction out of the blue. His right hand shoots up as he catches it swiftly - honed reflexes and all - but it’s like a wake up call. It snaps him right back to reality.

He feels woozy, somewhat. Like his soul isn’t fully nestled inside his body.

“You good, son?” your father asks.

“Yeah.” Kiba blinks and licks his front teeth before he kisses them with a pucker of his lips in sheer annoyance. “M’good.” He isn’t his fucking son.

And you’re not his sister. At least not the one he can’t fuck.

Speaking of his real sister - he’s close with Hana, too. They talk over FaceTime from time to time because she’s moved across the country to finish her studies, but it’s nothing like the connection he shares with you, of course. She’s his blood and you’re not. She doesn’t leer at his firm build, at how big and strong he’s gotten over the years. Doesn’t drool over him like you do whenever he comes home dressed in his work pants; all tired and sighing, chestnut hair tousled as he’s stretching his tired limbs and tipping his head back as he waits for the food to heat up in the microwave late in the evening.

It's just too bad that you turn your head away whenever he looks and drools all over you in return.

Staring at the fruit he’s holding in his hand now, Kiba shakes his head with a sigh. He’s come from being irked, to sexually frustrated, back to being irked all over again. The harsh pat he receives to his shoulder proves to be a subtle warning from his stepfather, who seems to be the only one who has noticed how closer he’s been getting with his stepsibling over the past few years.

It takes a man to recognize the look of yearning on another man’s face, after all. The look of true, potent desire. Of something carnal.

And that look makes your daddy's protective instincts kick in. Makes him not like his stepson all that much.

To be honest, Kiba doesn’t know what your dad is so fucking worried about. They’re just accidental touches and fortuitous close proximity, it’s not like either of you are aiming to make them happen. You don’t plan to put your feet on his lap during movie nights in the living room, it just happens because you’re tired. He doesn’t scheme to rest his lingering gaze on you when you exit the shower wrapped in nothing but your towel, he just makes sure you’re fully finished so that he can go shower as well. 

You wearing his t-shirts and hoodies means nothing, and him licking the last bit of ice cream off your spoon isn’t even a thing to consider. Him jerking it off to the sounds of your pathetic, lying moans when Denki slams you on the other side of his bedroom wall doesn’t mean shit. You imagining it’s him on top of you instead of the boisterous blond is just an intrusive thought.

Kiba hates how fake you sound whenever you spread your legs for your stupid boyfriend. He could give it to you so much better, that you’d be moaning for real. He’s older; more experienced. Looks so fine that he’s drowning in pussy, but the only one he wants to pound is yours. Fuck it until you’re crying, begging him to stop. Until you’re full of his cum and he’s pushing it back in, in, in. Filling all of your little holes, making you gasp and sob.

Even his friends had noticed his lack of interest in other girls as of late. How he prefers staying home, playing house, instead of going to parties and making his mind numb with cheap liquor and bad pot like the rest of the group.

Because that way, he gets to see you prance around in your slutty little outfits during the peak of summer when it gets really hot. He gets to see your smooth legs, your nipples poking against the thin top, the way your skirt bounces when you stomp down the stairs to annoy him when he’s watching TV or playing a game. 

He is able to see your panties and how plump your cunt looks when you bend over to pick something up - the puffy lips eating up the flimsy cotton every single time. Gets to see just the mere hint of the curve of your ass when you step on your tippy-toes to reach for something on the high shelf of the cupboard and your pretty sundress rises with the movement.

And you know that he looks. You can feel his feverish gaze burning holes into your back and can hear the stifled groan he practically has to swallow down to resist voicing it into the hazy air between you. But it’s the way he readjusts himself that gets you hot; it’s the hard bulge that becomes prominent just underneath the elastic waistband of his grey Nike gym shorts that takes the cake. The way he turns right afterwards, stomps up the stairs and slams the door of his bedroom shut so angrily that the entire house shakes and his mom yells for him to get a fucking grip.

And some nights, when you’re feeling particularly daring and lonely, you even climb into his bed if he’s home just to provoke him further and give him more evidence of what a messed up slut you really are. When the hour is late, Kiba can hear the creak of his door. He feigns sleep when he feels the weight of you right next to him as the mattress dips a couple of padded footsteps later. Can hear the tired sigh as you lift his arm that’s still heavy from sleep, nuzzle your face into his chest and just breathe.

Nothing ever happens. You wake up before him on most mornings, still wrapped tightly in his embrace and leave his room in the same quiet manner you’ve entered it. And that's good, that’s proper, but some sick part of you that’s hidden so, so deep still wishes something did happen. 

Especially because you can feel the ridge of his cock poking you through his pyjama bottoms when you go to peel yourself away from him. Feel him pressing against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass; all thick and heavy, hips slowly rolling by pure instinct in his sleep. And knowing how big he is, how hard he is just for you - his little sister - it drives you nuts. Turns you absolutely insatiable.

It feels like you’re drugged when he refuses to let you go. As that strong, muscular arm tightens its hold around your middle; thick fingers digging into your t-shirt, just mere inches away from slipping under but never quite doing so. It’s like he’s refusing to let you run away from him even in his slumber, making you outright have to force your way out of his bed before your parents could find you like this.

‘Bonding’, Tsume tends to call it. In truth, she’s just happy that the constant fights that had ensued between you during the first couple of years of sharing a household are done and over with. That the phase of her son acting up as a troublesome teenager, and her stepdaughter being a confused pre-teen just entering that point of her life is at long last finished.

But your father thinks otherwise. Sure, you might be nineteen now and Kiba is well on his way towards his mid-twenties, but he still thinks of the peace that has surprisingly settled between you as something filthy and improper. So much so, that he is even hesitant to leave you both alone to watch the bags as Tsume and Denki call after him to join them for another swim.

“It’s okay, dad. Really.” You grin, stretching out your legs on your own towel, “Kib and I will watch over the stuff. Go have fun, I think Denki wants to impress you with his swimming skills.”

It isn’t a lie at least. A truth good enough to soothe your father’s worries for a short while. You’re in public, after all.

And now - sitting completely alone with your big brother - it is your turn to leer. Staring amusedly, your own teeth find solace in chewing on your plump bottom lip as you watch the curve of his Cupid’s bow touch the ripe fruit. He opens his mouth slowly: the sharp canines he’s inherited from your stepmother puncturing the skin before it gives in and finally lets him in. 

You don’t know why on earth watching him eat a damn peach is making your stomach tighten with heat and your thoughts aimless, but you suppose that it’s something in the way his mouth moves. In the way you can see just a mere hint of his pink tongue as he laps up a droplet of nectar before it becomes too much and it overflows. 

And you just can’t help yourself, no matter how hard you try. The moment the sugar dribbles down his chin, you’re reaching forward; wiping it off of his jaw with the tip of your finger.

“Sorry,” you say. “You had a bit of peach juice there.”

“Thanks.” He doesn’t look at you when he expresses the gratitude, but he doesn’t have to. You can see the flutter of a muscle in his cheek as you swipe your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Even the cords within his neck turn stiff at the touch. 

“You’re so messy,” you continue softly, pulling your hand back after a moment too long for it to be considered fully platonic. You want to lick the damn sugar off your finger pad. Share the peach. But you do neither of those things, because you’re in public and you’ve already risked enough. Your father is close by and watching - you know he is. Just like your boyfriend.

Oh. Right… You have a boyfriend.

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?” Kiba pushes the sunglasses back onto his eyes before taking another bite. He chews, nice and slow; fighting back the ghost of a smirk as he looks at the waves. “‘m so fuckin’ sloppy, huh?”

Sloppy. The word sounds so dirty albeit just as appealing when he says it. “Yeah…” Your spit tastes thick in your mouth now. Why does he have to be so blatant about it? So provocative? “Definitely sloppy.”

“Mhmmm.” He turns to look at you as he bites into the peach again. As he sucks the sweet juice into his mouth and grins right afterwards when he sees you looking. “Can’t help it… It is what it is, lil’ sis.”

Your heart is pounding from the desire for him to pound you. “I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.” 

He sounds so self-assured; so smug. Like he knows exactly what’s cooking inside your mind at that moment. Did he see the texts you’ve exchanged with your best friend about him? No, there is no way - your phone is locked and he doesn’t know the code. So, he’s probably just messing with you. Pulling you on some sick joke he finds amusing, like he always does. Just to bully you, despite the ceasefire between you.

Still, your breath hitches as you murmur, “You know?”

He perks up at the submissive tone you voice. Tips his chin down so that he can look at you above the edge of the sunglasses. He literally ogles at you now, and his eyes are just so fucking dark when they meet your own - the darkest shade you’ve ever seen him have as he says, “Yeah… I know.”

To others, the private little exchange between you and your stepbrother might seem like nothing odd at all. They’d look at you and think that the brief smile he gives you and the wide-eyed look you give him in return are nothing more but a sign of taunting teasing between two rivalrous siblings. 

But they don’t feel the tension like you two do. Don’t recognize the buzz that vibrates between you right after his smile fades and your look turns doe-eyed, and how it makes both of your faces warm and your skin riddled with flashes of sticky sweat.

They don’t know anything.

—

It unexpectedly starts to rain when you get back home from the beach. By night-time, the thunderstorm is at its peak.

And you, you’ve wound up in your big brother’s bed again the moment you’ve said goodnight to your boyfriend over the phone, but this time under the pretense that you’re scared of the thunder and lightning that cracks and whips on the dark sky that haunts you on the other side of his window. 

The glass nearly rattles from how strong the gusts of wind are. In truth, you find the weather comforting, but any excuse works if you get to sleep with your stepbrother; even if you have to deduce yourself to a role of the scared little girl because of it.

The alarm clock on his nightstand flashes 2:03 in the morning as you do your routine of lifting his arm and slipping under the thin duvet to squeeze close to him a moment after. As you entangle your limbs with his longer, stronger ones and just breathe.

You manage to get one breath in. Two. Three. By the time you finish the fourth, you’re so dazed by how good he smells that you almost fail to realize that something isn’t quite the same this time around.

But the hushed, derisive snicker your big brother lets out into the dark tells you all you need to know. 

He’s awake this time. Still a bit tipsy from the couple of beers he’s had with your dad as they watched the football game before bed - you’ve seen him head to his room with a rather droopy grin and a slurred ‘G’night, sis.’.

Which also means he’s braver now. Willing to take the risk.

“Now what’s this, mm?” Kiba’s voice is deep, the drawl lazy and seemingly nonchalant as he rests his chin on top of your head and pulls you so, so close. The alcohol that’s still feebly coursing his veins dulls out his sense of morality. Expands the limits. “Wanna tell your big brother what you’re doin’ in his bed this late at night?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you admit quietly, goosebumps forming over the skin he touches and leaves burning in his wake. “It’s storming outside.” Dread trickles down your neck as you say it. 

“Mhmm,” he hums in acknowledgement of the thundering weather outside, smiling into your hair. He loves it whenever you come to him. Loves it that he doesn’t even have to lift a finger, and you’ll come running straight into the open arms of your dear big brother. His whisper is shiver-inducing as he says, “You scared?”

“Yeah.” It’s true, you are scared. Not because of the storm, though. Rather because of him and how touchy he’s getting; tired mind intoxicated by beer and you.

“Yeah?”

God, the way he says the word is so enticingly patronizing. It nearly makes you drip from how quick the coil inside your stomach tightens with it. How fast your insides turn to mush as heat spills, especially when he bends his knee and pushes it right between your legs.

He doesn’t even give you a warning, but perhaps it’s better this way. I mean, why should he have to admit to doing dirty things to his little sister?

You gasp at the sudden pressure. Squirm as the seam of your flimsy pyjama shorts rubs against your clit as he pushes even higher up until you’re practically straddling his thigh. “H-Hey...”

His fingers tangle into your hair before he presses your face against his chest to shut you up. You can hear his steady heartbeat hammering against your ear. The sound is rhythmic, but instead of calming you, it causes you to feel all the more on edge. This isn’t what you expected. 

Yes, it is what you wanted, but are you truly ready to give into your desires? To finally admit that you’re attracted to your stepbrother? That you want to feel full with his cock, to feel the stretch, to experience his body do wonders to your own as he proves to you that all the jokes he exchanges with his stupid friends whenever they come over aren’t just talk? To cheat on your boyfriend, who you got into a relationship with just to forget about your big brother in the first place?

Kiba doesn’t care, or perhaps he doesn’t want to care enough to know the answer. No, he’s drunk and needy; hot and bothered because you’re here, in his bed, dressed in nothing but a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts. So he lets his fingers hook around the edge of your jaw as he tips it up to make eye contact. And as soon as your eyes meet his own glazed over ones, he smiles into the dark.

It’s the horniest grin you’ve ever seen. He’s so close to you that you can see his sharp teeth glint when the lightning flashes across the sky and splashes some light into his room.

“What,” he says now, his rough palm resting on your pulse point. Your heart is thudding so fast against his finger pads that he can’t help but snort. “What is it?”

Your hands press against his broad chest as you try to catch your breath and steady yourself. Curling your trembling digits, you’re grabbing hold of his t-shirt when he moves his leg to make you feel more friction against your poor cunt. The stimulation isn’t as profound as you’d like it to be over the two layers you’re hiding your pussy underneath, but it’s the fact that it comes from your goddamn stepbrother that makes it so intense.

You try to pull back, but his massive hand slaps against your leg; fingers greedily digging into the fat of your thigh as he bends it at the knee and hooks it over his hip to bring you even closer together.

“A-ah,” he chuckles darkly, applying force to keep you still. “Where d’you think you’re goin’, princess? Not planning on running off, are ya?”

No, you’re not going anywhere. He lets you know it with his actions, with the way he shows his true colours that prove how goddamn possessive an Inuzuka can become if provoked for long enough. You’ve come here completely by your own free will, after all. Have entered the beast’s den by your own choice. He didn’t make you do it.

He didn’t make you wear those skimpy outfits around him. Didn’t force you to smile all coy-like and flutter your eyelashes whenever he’s around. Didn’t coax you into bending over and just teasing the fuck out of him for literal years.

But he is going to make you do other things now. Filthy, nasty things.

And he is going to make you stay until you’re too fucked-out to even pick yourself up from his bed. Until you’re too tired to walk all the way to your room. Too exhausted to tell on him to your father, who had felt bad for judging him so quickly back at the beach, and thus had spent some quality father-son bonding time by drinking some beers and watching the football game Kiba couldn’t give two shits about.

“Kiba,” you whisper your brother’s name, biting back a quiet whimper when his hand trails up and hikes the hem of your shorts up. As quick as the touch is, he pulls back to sneer down at you just as fast. You’re about to let out a sigh of relief, but all that comes out of your mouth instead is a hushed squeal when he smacks your ass and squeezes the plush flesh - all hard and impatient and so potently male, that it makes your eyes blow wide-open up at him in pure shock.

The pang of ache that shoots through you makes your voice shake as you whisper-shout, “St-Stop that!”

“What’re you gonna do if I don’t?” he questions, voice all smug and mean. “Gonna tell on me to your daddy? Gonna tell him how your big brother smacked your ass because you kept sneaking into his room whenever your pussy got wet?”

“I-I’m gonna tell Denki! And I’m not-... I’m not, fuck…!” You can’t believe the disgusting words that are coming out of his mouth. Aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol talking through him, or if he really is that sick of a bastard underneath all that fierce, warm persona that convinced you to bury the hatchet in the first place.

He must be, because now he smacks your ass for a second time. Makes it burn with an ache you’ve never experienced before, and makes you thankful for the raging thunderstorm outside that dulls out the noise it causes. Because if your parents found you like this… You’d be a goner. Disowned by the family - the both of you.

“What’s that dunce gonna do, huh? He can’t even fuck you right… Can’t even make you cum properly.” He laughs now; a huffed, mocking sort of sound as he looks at you, all complacent. “You think I can’t hear those fake moans you keep lettin’ out whenever he swings by? You sound worse than the whores on my PC. But you’re not a whore, are you? You’re nice and tidy, good in school, never late to cheerleading practice. A proper good girl that wants to cum just as properly, but can’t because her idiot boyfriend doesn’t know how to make her cum.”

You’re speechless. Absolutely numb from the fever that’s overtaking your body as he pushes his weight against you and makes you lay flat on your back. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist when his hand finds your throat. He gives it a firm squeeze as he talks. Makes you close your eyes shut as you try to inhale a shallow breath.

You can’t focus; he’s just so hard as he rubs himself against you. When he leans in, the heat of his body is so intense that it nearly makes your skin sizzle as his cock languidly rubs against your clothed pussy. It makes your hole clench around nothing. Makes your walls flutter with the demand of being stroked.

“I can, though. I know how to make a good girl like you cum. And it’s what you want, isn’t it? Your mean brother’s cock in that little cunt of yours, stretching you out… Makin’ you spill everything you’ve got, before he does the same.” He’s so close to you that the narrow space between your bodies is nearly non-existent. He’s big; massive. He covers your smaller frame entirely whilst on top of you, shoulders broad and tense as they flex above you before he dips in to press his mouth almost against your own.

The proximity makes you feral. You angle your head to reach him better, but all he does is smirk as the tip of your nose touches his own.

“Aww, you wanna kiss me, now? What on earth happened to ‘stop’?” The snicker he lets out when you try to kiss him is so taunting that it makes your head spin with hurt. Especially as he releases your throat to pat your cheek roughly. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss you if you suck my cock first. How does that sound?”

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat at how inexplicably lewd he’s getting. Does he really want that? His little sister’s mouth around his dick; sucking, drooling, pleasuring? Or is he just messing with you again, trying to force a reaction out of you just for the fun of it? 

You need to ask him. Need to know. “Are you serious right now? You really want me to… To…”

“Mhmm.” He nearly purrs as he hums, his voice so quiet that it sends electricity buzzing right through your brain. “And if you do a good enough job, I’ll lick you in return, too.” He leans into your ear, his warm exhale brushing your earlobe as he adds, “I’ll lick you all over, sis. I promise.”

Your big brother is a bully when he shows the side of him you’ve forgotten he owned over the years of faux peace. He’s exactly what he was when you were younger and hating each other: manipulative, mean, a pain in the ass, but now with the addition of being fucking hot. So fucking hot, in fact, that you become aroused as he looks down at you and sneers at the dumbfounded expression that crosses your face, all smug and egocentric-like. Especially when his large hands wrap around your hips and his thumbs slip underneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Or, y’know,” he says, a suggestive lilt to his voice as he starts tugging at the fabric, “we could save up on time and do both at once?” 

“Both at… Once?”

“You deaf or something?” He sighs at the dazed expression you portray and clicks his tongue against his teeth, “Tsch. I want you to sit on my face, dummy.”

Oh, lord. He talks about it like he’s scheduling a meeting with his clumsy assistant, and not the possibility of doing 69 with his stepsibling.

But it’s thrilling in a way. How confident he is in himself and how unashamed he is about what he wants. Your voice is merely a squeak of approval because of it as you say, “Well, o-okay.”

You don't even try to fight it.

Kiba grins. He’s perfect when he smiles, he always is. “Good girl. Now let’s get you naked before I lose my fuckin’ patience. Wanna taste you on my tongue already... I've waited for ages.”

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

He works quickly, showing you no respect whatsoever as he changes his mind and takes off your shirt first. Your tank top hasn’t even hit the floor yet and his hand is already exploring your bare chest; calloused fingertips flicking and pinching your nipples before dipping down to trace the curve of your breasts.

He chuckles at the way your chest heaves with the touch, mind buzzing with improper thoughts from seeing your upper half naked for the very first time. He’s staring down at your tits all hungry, like a wild animal of sorts. Making you insecure and self-conscious about your appearance.

Your cheek presses into the pillow that smells just like him as you attempt to hide yourself. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Fuck no.” His voice becomes deeper as he refuses your plea, breathing turning slightly shallower, “I’m looking ‘cause you’re hot as fuck, princess. Your loser boyfriend is one lucky man for getting to see this all the time, so quit whining.”

Something inside you lights up at the praise that he’s hidden underneath all the meanness, but you’re simply too dazed to think about your lovely boyfriend you’re cheating on and that he insists on mentioning to make you feel bad. Too overwhelmed from the way he begins to kiss your collarbone before moving even lower.

He has to cover your mouth when you start to whimper as soon as his tongue swirls around your nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. He suckles on it, all warm and skilled, making you arch your back and find purchase in his hair with your trembling fingers as your whimpers turn into muffled moans behind his palm. 

And he - he groans when you run your digits along his scalp and tug on the chestnut strands with intricate fervour. The sound that leaves his throat is so masculine and deep that it makes your chest vibrate as he latches his mouth to you again and sucks even harder in response. Every single time his incisor pokes the sensitive bud, your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s pure torture.

You’re unable to think straight. All you can think about is him. Him, him, him. And because of it, you simply let him do what he wants. You allow him to manhandle you into the 69 position with those rough hands of his, tossing and turning you like you’re a toy of sorts until you find yourself on top of him; body completely bare and cunt exposed right above his face.

He laughs, now. “You’re drippin’.”

He says it like it’s a bad thing - in that mocking, derisive sort of tone that he’s an expert at using around you. It makes your waterline sting with tears of embarrassment as your hands rest on the hardness hiding underneath his sweatpants. “I-I’m sorry.” Fuck, he’s so big. You’re scared to pull it out.

“Why?” His finger traces your wet slit as you try to free him from the confines of his clothes, despite your jittery nerves telling you no. The squelching sounds from how wet you are, are so indecent that you’re barely able to focus on what you’re doing.

Your face is burning up and you feel dizzy from all the dirty things he’s doing to you. From how he’s spreading your slick all over your puffy pussy and making sure you hear how fucking wet you are for him. “For… Nnh, for being like this.”

“You’re sorry for being filthy?” He pauses for a second before he snickers at the way you jump when he presses his thumb against your clit and rubs it. “For getting drenched for your big brother?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for all of that. Ah, s-so sorry, Kib…!” Your legs are trembling and you’re turning into a panting mess from how he touches you now. Especially when you feel him press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. 

“It’s all right,” Kiba says. “I’m just as fucked in the head as you are. No need to cry ‘bout it.”

Your eyes are squeezing shut, a silent ‘Fuck!’ leaving your lips when his mouth makes contact with your soft cunt a moment afterwards. As his warm tongue laps up the sugary slick and you’re sent burying your face into the bulge you’ve never succeeded in pulling free, now in a weak attempt to fight back the most animalistic moan you’ve ever managed to produce.

You try to pay him back with clumsy groping and eager fondling. Try to concentrate on pleasuring the hardness that must certainly ache by now, despite that his hands are wrapping around your hips and he’s pushing you down; making your thighs tremble and your legs turn to jelly as his tongue starts prodding at your sopping hole.

But you simply can’t concentrate. Can’t focus enough to give him a proper blowjob when you finally do manage to pull his cock free from his sweatpants and boxers. And Christ, he’s so big. Throbbing, hot and so hard. All for you - his little stepsister. You can feel every vein as you drag your tongue along his length. As you grab him with both dainty hands and wrap your mouth around the sensitive head.

You can feel his fingers tighten around your hips by the time the salt of his pre-cum finishes melting on your tongue. You know damn well that he wants to say something bitchy and be a smartass about you taking so damn long to do it, but you just take him deeper down your throat to shut him up. Suck him harder.

And the feral groan he lets out right afterwards is like a reward. You relish the little whimper he voices when you start to pump and drool all over his dick, coating every inch with glimmering saliva. When you begin to suck him like a proper slut.

Time passes. What started with meek kitten licks has now turned into a full whorish blowjob, and you just know that he’s loving it. So much, in fact, that he’s quiet and keeps his witty remarks all to himself. It’s a blessing of sorts.

You’re nearly shuddering above him from how good he is at spoiling your clit. How every laggard swipe of his tongue feels like you’re touching heaven. He’s teasing you, not allowing you to cum; constantly keeping you leaning over the edge, but never quite tipping over. It’s like he knows when you’re close. Knows when to slow down his pace just enough to keep you there without going all the way.

You wonder why, wonder why he isn’t letting you erupt into pure bliss when he’s so good. And the answer is simple:

He wants you to cum on his cock the first time around.

So when minutes pass and he’s had enough, and you’re slobbering all over his dick; lazily sucking on it with slow movements of up and down and tasting him all over, he pushes you off with the lewdest ‘pop!’ and makes you roll onto your back and bend your knees until you’re lying down with both of your legs propped on top of his shoulders.

You’re wide-eyed as you stare up at him, trying to catch your breath. He’s so messy, your arousal coats his chin and mouth as he pants, t-shirt clinging to his torso, sweatpants just barely clinging to his hips, hair all askew and wild. He’s got one hand wrapped around your ankle, the other on your thigh.

You try not to let out a sound when he applies force to make you slide down the mattress so that he can pull you closer, but a tiny gasp still slips the moment he aligns himself with you. 

“Enough of that,” he mumbles, expression stern, “I wanna fuck now.”

“Fu-Fuck…?”

“Yeah.” He squeezes your cheeks - his palm nearly larger than your face - and makes your lips purse. “Focus, airhead. What did you think would happen?”

What a savage brute. He hasn’t even fingered you properly yet and he wants to fuck? How the hell are you supposed to stretch wide enough to accept that enormous cock of his? Better yet, how are you supposed to handle it moving in and out of you?

“Condom,” you whisper dazedly, fingers curling around the bed sheet as you try to lift yourself up with the help of your elbows. “We need a condom. I’m not on-”

“It’s okay, I’ll pull out.” He presses his hand to your chest to push you back down on the mattress. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Kiba, I don’t think-”

“Shut up.” You blink profusely at the sudden demand, pouty mouth quivering as he makes your legs bend even further when he leans in and presses his hand right next to your head. He kisses your calf, your ankle. “I’m your big brother… If I wanna fuck you raw, you should fuckin’ let me.”

You can feel him nudging your tight hole. Feel how wet, drenched and sticky everything is. How much it arouses you. And yet, you still try to put up a fight, despite that your toes are curling, “Kiba, I-I-...”

“Let me fucking in, y/n,” he says. “I mean, it’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

Are you? You have no other choice. He’s just too good at reading you. So you do what he asks of you - what he demands of you. 

You let him in.

And he laughs - laughs this awful, manipulative sort of snicker as he feels your soft cunt gush milky slick and suck him in. As he relishes yet another win, because he’s older, stronger; prevalent. The superior sibling that could turn your life into living hell if he wanted to.

“You’re so fucked up,” he whispers as he lets your legs slip from his shoulders to his waist so that he can rest his forehead against your own. He’s staring into your eyes, boring right into your very soul with that swirling amber as he adds quietly, “You’ll do anything just to get fucked by your big brother, huh?”

“Kiba, s-stop it.” You whine when he pushes in deeper; as he makes you burn in the middle from how he’s splitting you open. “Just… Stop.”

“What if your daddy hears? Hears you moaning like a lil’ slut ‘cause of me?” His pupils are so big, but you can’t keep looking at him because of how much it hurts from the way he sinks into your warmth and bottoms out. From how overwhelming it is as he stays firmly in place, making you take it. “I mean, shit, I’m not scared of him. But I know you are. He thinks you’re this godsend of a daughter, when in reality you’re just as dirty as me.”

“Stop talking…!” Your eyes burn with tears as you glare up at him. You don’t know if it’s because of the pleasure you feel as he stretches you out, or because of how badly he hurts you with his words.

“He’d be so disappointed in you if he saw you like this. Your boyfriend, too,” he continues, paying no mind to the way you start to squirm underneath him. “But that’s fine, right? The only thing that matters is that I approve of you. Even though it turns you into a cheating whore, hah.”

He forces you to look at him the same moment you try to turn away because of the guilt to flash throughout you. His hand finds your cheek, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. You’re trying to fight against him, and you’re ashamed to admit it, but your heart flutters when he kisses you. When he forces his tongue inside your mouth so deep that you can taste yourself and you fall into this wonderfully submissive stillness in mere seconds. 

He’s looking down at you now, the corners of his lips twitching from how into it you are, feeling his chest swelling up with pride and arrogance. He’s toxic, Kiba knows it, but he just can’t stop pouring his frustrations upon you that have gathered over the years. You’re like his personal punching bag. You’ll take anything he throws at you just because it’s from him.

“Feels good?” he whispers as he pulls back to kiss your neck. To trace his tongue all over your pulse point before sucking on it lightly. He’s promised that he’ll lick you all over, after all. Even if it leaves marks.

“Mhmmm,” you manage, completely out of breath from the way he slowly draws his hips back just to pummel them back into you even harder than before. It’s just missionary, the position rather vanilla, but it’s fucked up because you can see his face during it. You can kiss him and see all of him - your stepbrother.

And he feels just so heavy inside you. So thick and hot that it makes you incapable of speaking coherently. He’s got this dazed look on his face, the one only a warm cunt can give to a man, and you’re feeling absolutely obsessed because of it. Absolutely feral. 

“I wanna fuck you until you can’t stand properly, princess,” he says quietly. “Until that cute pussy of yours is hurting so bad that you’re walkin’ funny and you can’t sit like a normal person during dinner. I want your dad looking weird at you. I want your stupid boyfriend getting suspicious of us.”

“No… K-Kiba...”

“I want that dunce to smell me on you the next time he fucks you.” His thrusts are getting harsher as he keeps whispering the most outrageous things into your panting mouth, fighting back a smile at the way you’re beginning to claw at his t-shirt in protest.

“No!”

“Yes. I want him to know your stepbrother fucks you better than him.”

You want to moan, to scream - do anything to release this pent-up fire within your veins, but he keeps you quiet by kissing you deep every single time you try to make a sound.

More time passes. He never stops or goes easy on you during it.

Both of your bodies are drenched in sweat. His thrusts are getting jerky, irregular. He’s been fucking you for nearly an hour, changing positions, melting his body into your own, reaching deeper than anyone ever has before. 

And you feel so bad inside your mind for letting him do all of this, but your body feels twice as good as he does it. You’re burning up, all warm and tingly, toes curling, every cell absolutely spent as you keep clenching around him and leaking milky slick. 

The first orgasm that he pulled out of you made you see stars. The second had made your jaw slacken as he fucked you from behind so hard you became one with the mattress and lost yourself, until he had to pat your cheek to bring you back to him.

By the third climax, you’re so, so tired. And he knows it, but he still makes you take more. Makes you take him entirely as he looks up at you and flashes you the most charming smile, even though he’s forcing you to ride him. Every muscle within your legs burns whilst you’re bouncing up and down his cock, but you try to endure the ache just so that he’ll be happy with you.

And you can tell that he’s close. His upper lip keeps quivering slightly and his dick is throbbing inside you; you swear that you can feel it getting hotter as it keeps stroking your sensitive walls.

It’s time you slipped off of his lap. Went down on him and swallowed every last droplet of cum he’ll give you.

Except that he doesn’t let you do that.

“Did I tell you to stop?” His hands find purchase on your hips when you try to pull back. He gives them a squeeze. Makes you keep bouncing as he gives you that same mischievous smile from before. 

You’re growing nervous. The nerves make your muscles clench, thus making him groan in delight. “K-Kiba, you’re gonna-”

“Yeah… I changed my mind.” He looks at you, eyes dark. “Imma fill you up, pretty.” 

His statement makes your mouth dry. What?!

“You can’t,” you cry out the moment realization hits, voice all hushed and petrified. “Y-You can’t, I’m not on the pill, Kiba. You can’t…!”

“Shh, I’ll drive you to the pharmacy first thing in the morning, yeah? I promise. Now keep quiet.”

“No, no, no, I-”

He uses force when you try slipping off of him, taking advantage of his strength to overpower you as he grips your hips and pushes you back into the mattress. You’re attempting to get away from him so feverishly now, trying to push him back by pressing your hands against his jaw and cheek, but he just won’t budge. He just grabs a hold of your wrists with one hand, clamps your mouth shut with the other.

“You’re gonna be a good little sister and take the load your brother gives you, ‘kay?” He’s nearly delirious from how good your pussy feels as it tightens around him and tries to milk him dry as he pushes in so deep he bullies your womb. “Mm, see? You’re cumming just thinkin’ ‘bout it, hah… You want my kids, or somethin’? Want me to breed you? Imagine how fucked up that would be… Hah.”

“N-No, m’not… Kiba! Kiba, please, I-...! I can’t-”

“Stop… Telling me… What I can and can’t… Do. For fuck’s sake, shut up.”

He doesn’t listen. What he does, though, is let out that delightful sigh as he uses you as his very own cocksleeve and forces you to bring him to his finish by pushing you up and down his dick. He rolls his eyes back and grunts in the same way your boyfriend has a habit of doing as he forces those thrusts out and tips over the edge. As he groans the sickest of profanities and feels his balls tighten until he’s finally done; filling you up to the brim, coating you entirely white with his thick, warm seed even though you’ve told him not to.

It makes it all the sweeter just because of that reason alone.

And you’re trembling underneath him, eyes closed as your own orgasm hits you. As you feel your tummy clench along with your walls, accepting every drop his cock gives you as it keeps twitching inside you. And he can’t stop moving. He’s lazily pushing it all in, pushing his cum even deeper like he actually wants you to get pregnant with his kid - his hand hard on your cheek and his mouth panting right against your neck.

“So good, fuck… You’re so good. We gotta get our parents to separate so that I can show you off.”

But the moment he lets you go and slips out of you, you’re pushing him away. Tears turn you bleary-eyed as you grab your clothes and put them on as hastily as you can, despite that your entire body is aching and screaming in protest. Despite that you're stumbling to the door with shaky legs and leaking his goddamn cum.

“Leaving so soon?” He’s smiling as he rubs at his eye, running a tired hand through his damp hair. “No cuddles?”

“Fuck you,” you say, sniffling and choking back the tears as you pull on your underwear.

He snorts, the sound derisive. Smug. “You just did.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do. So much that you came just now, right?”

He never gets to hear your answer. You’re out of his room before you can jump him and claw his fucking eyes out.

—

The only promise Kiba has kept so far is the pharmacy one.

His eyes are hidden behind the sleek sunglasses once more as he waits for you in front of the building that Saturday morning. He’s got one ankle leisurely crossed over the other whilst he stands; leaning against the hood of his car and smoking a cigarette that you hate the smell of.

Approaching him like this makes you feel like the whole thing never even happened at all. Some part of you thinks you’ve just imagined it all, but the soreness you feel all over your body tells you otherwise. As well as the morning-after pill you take right in front of him so that he’s satisfied.

“What’s this?” He yanks the small paper bag from your hands and pushes you away when you try to grab it back from him. 

“I-It’s nothing. Hey, give that back!”

Kiba chuckles when he opens the bag and sees the box of protection you’ve bought along with the pill before he shoves it back into your arms. “You wanna tell me somethin’, sis?” You want more?

Heat engulfs your face as you hang your head and drop your gaze to the ground. “No.” Yes.

“Aha... Fine with me.” He takes one last drag of the cigarette before tossing it with a flick of his fingers. “Wanna get some ice cream? I’m off work today.”

“No.”

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“C’mooon, I’ll pay.”

Silence meets him. And then a meek, “... Fine.”

Kiba’s grin is so big it takes up half of his face as he ruffles your hair. “Good girl. Tell you what, I'll let you get any topping you want if you let me bend you over your desk tonight.”

And you know it’s fucked up, but your big brother's approval just makes you tingle all over again as you give him a curt nod.

#kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka #kiba smut #kiba x you #kiba x y/n #naruto smut

[cosmiles]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

➢ mha characters as american high school stereotypes

note: this literally makes me laugh every time i read it and i lowkey want to do a part 2

characters: midoriya, mina, denki, yaoyorozu, monoma

content: crack, no ships,

words: 0.6k

I. MIDORIYA — The Summer Glow Up

- ik he spent his freshman and sophomore yr being labeled as a simp even though he was just tryna be nice

- some girls in his class were screaming and hollering about how they had a boyfriend when all he asked was if they needed a pencil

- but whew that sophomore to junior yr summer did him right, giving him a few more inches and a nice deep voice

- when he came in everyone thought he was a new student until he said, “Here”, when his name was called

- now everybody and they momma be lowkey flirting with him

- got people asking him for rides home left n right and has about a million candy grams on valentines day

- poor man doesn’t know how to handle all this new attention since he still feels like the same ‘ole deku from last year :(

M. ASHIDO — The Camerawoman

- yk that person who lowkey gets the perfect shots during a fight?

- yea that’s her

- she’s always looking for fights to record and keeps a schedule of when they’re supposed to happen

- like you’ll see in her school planner “FIGHT @ 1 NEAR FIRST FLOOR BATHROOM” right next to her history hw

- lowkey almost gets suspended one day for "instigating" but gets out of it

- eventually gets tired of having to send everyone the fight and makes an insta page with denki

D. KAMINARI — Runner of the School’s Instagram(s)

- never sleep, fight, or tell him drama

- cause it’s gon on one of them insta pages

- it started with just making a sleep page and then spread like a wildfire

- got so popular he moved on to the drama and eventual fight page that he co-runs with mina

- it got so bad that people were scared to sleep in class and fights were more frequent

- the school can't do too much about it since no one’s snitched on him yet ;)

M. YAOYOROZU — The Nice "It Girl"

- basically the smarter version of cher from clueless

- minus the terrible driving and falling in love with her stepbrother

- always smells so good and will lend you anything you ever need

- just give it back to her or she will hunt you down

- takes the prettiest notes and is the first one to have her hand raised in every class

- the president of student council for all four years

- everyone knows her but she has a small circle of friends

- don’t take her kindness for granted though or you’ll get a lot of nasty stares in the hallway

N. MONOMA — The Devil’s Advocate

- def that guy that you see across the hallway that you think is pretty

- until he opens his mouth and you realize that he has a pretty punchable face

- always starts his sentences off with, “I don't mean to be that person but…” and then goes on to say some mess

- don’t expect him to help you with anything during a group project

- but if he does, you both are gonna end up fighting more than completing the project

- always has a smirk on his face and will start arguments just because he thinks its funny

- the teachers love him yet hate him

- on one hand, he gets the class to engage in discussions, but on the other do they really want to spend their prep period dragging another student off of him?

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr

#.angiewrites #headcannons>>> #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x poc!reader #my hero academia x black!reader #mha #mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x black!reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black!reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku x poc!reader #izuku x black!reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x poc!reader #midoriya x black!reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #mina x poc!reader #mina x black!reader #ashido x reader #ashido x poc!reader #ashido x black!reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader

[lizbeth-loon]

So I have realized that Alec Benjamin's If We Have Each Other is kind of... perfect??... for the stepbrothers au... Like the first bit about Izuku's mom because he has an absent father whose only contribution to their 'family' was his dna and paying the rent... The second bit about his mom's new marriage with Mama Kaminari... And the last bit about his new stepbrother and best friend Denki!

#loon speaks #bnha #stepbrothers au #musical brainworms #my stuff #my writing

[cyancherub]

CHERUB’S BNHA M.LIST

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note: all characters depicted are at least 20 years old and are written in adult settings (college/working).

oneshots

conversations with the devil (dark) | bakugou

(dirtbag) stepbro!bakugou x fem!reader

19.2k words

summary: left alone with your perverted stepbrother

bitchcraft! (dark) | kaminari

demon!denki x spooky bitch fem!reader

24.5k words

summary: you want to fuck a demon, and he wants to fuck you, too

initiation (dark) | bakusquad boys

frat!bakusquad boys x fem!reader

19.8k words

summary: fratboy gangbang/bukkake

just your luck | midoriya

personal trainer!midoriya x fem!reader

14.8k words

summary: workout sesh with your sweet personal trainer

miniseries

and every season to come | kirishima

lifeguard!kiri x (v horny) fem!reader

30.6k words (2/3 parts) | ongoing

summary: big dick tiny shorts !!

mommy knows best | kaminari

stony college stud!denki x milf!reader

12.2k words (1/2 parts) | ongoing

summary: college boys love rich milfs

series

without you (dark) [ only on ao3 ] | bakugou, kirishima

241k words (49/? chapters) | ongoing

summary: caught between and old love and a new flame

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[sweeterthansammy]

SMUTOBER MASTERLIST

A/N: instead of doing Kinktober, I sort of tried to combine the two, giving you just broad topics of smut as well as kinks :) most of the given subjects are non-con/dub-con, so here's a warning in advance!

join my smutober taglist here.

please note: - all characters are aged up to be 18+. if you don't like that...idk what to tell you.

- all works contain a minimum of 300 words.

- all pieces contain nsfw content.

- some works contain dark content.

- all works will be tagged under 'sweeterthansammy's smutober'.

- those highlighted in red will no longer be completed.

- posting schedule may continue into later dates (no longer 10/10 to 10/31)

Oct. 10 - Oct. 31

Day 1: Shibari (Japanese Rope Bondage) - Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader

Day 2: Lactation Kink - Dad!Denki Kaminari x Mom!Reader

Day 3: Bukkake - Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta x Female Reader

Day 4: Stepcest - Stepbrother!Eijirou Kirishima x Stepsister!Reader

Day 5: Intercrural Sex - Sub!Yo Shindo x Female Reader

Day 6: Praise Kink - Tenya Iida x Female Reader

Day 7: Crossdressing - Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader

Day 8: Sex Pollen - Taishiro "Fat Gum" Toyomitsu x Female Reader

Day 9: Voyeurism - Perv!Tenya Iida x Female Reader

Day 10: Size Kink - Dragon!Eijirou Kirishima x Female Reader

Day 11: Hands-on Sex-Ed - Professor!Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x TA!Reader

Day 12: Titty-fucking - Eijirou Kirishima x Ex-Girlfriend!Mina Ashido

Day 13: Blood Play - Yandere!Hitoshi Shinsou x Female Reader

Day 14: Coercion + Dacryphilia - Tomura Shigaraki x Female Reader

Day 15: Temperature Play - Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader

Day 16: Period Sex - Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader

Day 17: Genital Torture - Sub!Amajiki Tamaki x Femdom!Reader

Day 18: Alpha & Omega - Alpha!Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Omega!Reader

Day 19: Cockwarming - Amajiki Tamaki x Female Reader

Day 20: Cuckolding - Boyfriend!Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu x Girlfriend!Reader

Day 21: Hate-fucking - Enemy!Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader

#sweeterthansammy's smutober #smutober #smutober 2021 #mha smut #my hero academia smut #bnha smut #boku no hero smut #katsuki bakugou smut #denki kaminari smut #kirishima eijirou smut #sero hanta smut #yo shindo smut #tenya iida smut #izuku midoriya smut #fat gum smut #dabi smut #mina ashido smut #hitoshi shinsou smut #tomura shigaraki smut #shoto todoroki smut #tamaki amajiki smut #hawks smut #momo yaoyorozu smut

[lovinkiri]

@awilddreamerwrites @ineedgarlicbread @oligbia @the-wild-nerdy-gay

Warning: Step-Cest, Degradation, Swearin, All Characters are 18+, etc.

Just.. A small thought..

But Dabi would be such a mean stepbrother. He's constantly teasing you, calling you names.

Even when he's stuffing your cunt with his pierced cock, not giving you a moment of peace as his hip snap against yours roughly.

He just fucks you like he hates you.

You're whining and riding him and fuck it just feels so good, but he's calling you a slut, a whore, etc.

And you're just like "T-Touya- ahh- you're s-so mean.." you're words are slurring and he's just like "shut your fucking mouth" and "dumb cocksleeve can't even talk straight"

Then we got Izuku, and he's such a sweet stepbrother.

So sweet that he lets you cum on his cock so many times you're in tears, and he's not even half way done making you feel good.

So sweet that he can't help but praise you. You're being so good, so well behaved. Gonna make you feel so good, keep you nice and stuffed with his thick loads of cum.

So sweet that he can't keep himself from caressing your body, his hands sliding all across your skin giving you a certain warmth that leaves you shivering.

And every time your clench around him, he places a kiss on your jaw with a quiet "Good girl, just like that baby.."

And Bakugou..

He's such a manipulator.

And you're just such an easy target.

Especially when you're already bouncing on his cock.

Tells you that if you were a good stepsis, you'd let him use your pussy. Especially if he had evidence of you sneaking out the house. But you so willingly agree, he just can't feel guilty.

Its not your fault though. He's always seducing you! Getting in your personal space, hugging you from behind and grinding his hard length against your ass.

And while you're all whiny, he's mumbling about how much you wanted this against your ear, a constant flow of "you're practically crying for this cock, baby" and "so fuckin' wet for me princess, you were just waitin' for this weren't you?"

And Shinsou.. Also a manipulator.

He's going to tease you all morning, rubbing his prominent bulge through those dark gray sweatpants when no one but you is looking.

You know the show is just for you because when your eyes meet, he doesn't stop. He instead gives his bulge a gentle squeeze before looking back at the TV.

He even compliments you, calling you a good girl, buying you your favorite snack because you "deserve it".

Once he's finished teasing you and giving you affection, he starts ignoring you. Leaving you without attention and lonely.

So you do what you can to earn his attention. Even if you have to sit uncomfortably on your knees under his gaming desk. Even if you tear up from the burn of his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Its worth it for the affection. For the head pats and the "fuck, just like that" and the "daddys good little kitten"

Oh

Ohhh

Stepsis Mina is something else.

Her bubblegum lip gloss always leaves you wanting more.

She loves the thrill of it. The thrill of her tongue dancing with yours with her room door wide open. The thrill of stuffing your cute little cunt with her fingers on the couch.

The thrill of eating you out in the middle of the hallway.

She never gets tired of how your nerves wash away with every lick to your clit.

And she loves to whisper against your flesh, putting the situation on you with a "shhh, you gotta be quiet or we'll get caught" as she winks up at you.

Last but not least... Denki.

Lord have mercy.

Denki is simping for you. And God he wants you so bad, takes every chance he gets to seduce you.

He walks around shirtless, purposely forgets stuff in your room so he can remember to get it right after your shower when you're all wet and in that short towel.

Denki purposely takes up a bunch of hot water. And when you need to shower, he's not leaving. But you can join.

And with your date tonight, and you covered in sweat from training, you reluctantly agree.

And he takes his chance, makes you feel so good against the shower wall. He's on his knees eating you out like a starved man, hands gripping at your thighs happily.

You miss your date and you two barely notice the water going cold.

"Taste so good.."

"C'mon baby, stay still.."

#no thoughts #brain go brrrr #brrrrrr #thats all folks

[seita]

— student masterlist.

these are my filled requests for students. refer to this masterlist to see the other groups.

key: nsfw  … ♡ angst … ❀ triggering … 〤 ᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃ headcanons … 𝗵 scenarios … 𝘀

— hitoshi shinsou.

± crush who likes to hold hands | h

± “if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up.” | h

± one-sided love with hanahaki. | h ❀

± he accidentally hurts you during a pillow fight. | h 〤

± what it’s like to kiss him. | h

± telling him he’s beautiful. | h

± he takes your virginity. | h ♡

± giving him a boobjob. | h ♡

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± shibari headcanons. | h ♡ 

± kissing + cockwarming him. | h ♡

± cudding with him after a long day. | s

± getting high with him. | s ♡

± your previous partners never made you cum. | s ♡

± you’re sore after a night with him. | h

± seeing you in a swimsui/underwear for the first time. | h

± he’s your first lover | h ♡

± he comforts you when you’re lonely | h

± soft dom!shinsou | s ♡

± consensual somnophilia | ♡

— katsuki bakugou.

± crush who likes to hold hands. | h

± he accidentally hurts you during a pillow fight. | h 〤

± you’re his girlfriend and you have an aromatherapy quirk. | h

± you’re afraid of his quirk. | h

± you’re his crush, oblivious to his flirting. | h

± going on a festival date with him. | h

± what it’s like to kiss him. | h

± telling him he’s beautiful. | h

± he takes your virginity. | h ♡

± cockwarming him while watching netflix. | h ♡

± giving him a boob job. | h ♡

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± kissing + cockwarming him. | h ♡

± car sex. | s ♡

± taking care of him when he’s sick. | s

± you’re sore after a night with him. | h

± drunk bakugou being sweet | h s

± consensual somnophilia | ♡

± with a soft girlfriend | h

± stepbrother bakugou | DARK CONTENT

— tamaki amajiki.

± trying to impress you when you’re a fan of hawks. | h

± you’re his crush and you have a fairy quirk. | h

± you’re his girlfriend and you have an aromatherapy quirk. | h

± protecting you during the raid to save eri. | h

± you get hit by a quirk cancelling bullet. | h 〤

± holding his hand. | h

± 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅. | h

± he eats you out. | s ♡

± he’s your protective alpha. | s ♡ 〤

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± choking + creampie | ♡

± alpha tamaki

± you like headpats

— eijirou kirishima.

± you’re his crush, oblivious to his flirting. | h

± what it’s like to kiss him. | h

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± seeing you in a swimsuit/underwear for the first time. | h

± dumbification | ♡

— shoto todoroki.

± he accidentally hurts you during a pillow fight. | h 〤

± you’re his girlfriend and you have an aromatherapy quirk. | h

± you’re afraid of his quirk. | h

± telling him he’s beautiful. | h

± he takes your virginity. | h ♡

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± he helps you through a depressive episode. | s 〤

± you have a crush on him | s

± praise kink | h ♡

— denki kaminari.

± you’re his crush, oblivious to his flirting. | h

± cleaning up with you after a villain fight. | h

± realizing too late he likes you. | h ❀

± what it’s like to kiss him. | h

± confessing to you, his crush, after being hit by an honesty quirk. | h

± giving him a boobjob. | h ♡

± finding out you have your nipples pierced. | h ♡

± you go on a cute date with him | h

— hanta sero.

± crush who likes to hold hands. | h

± giving him a boob job. | h ♡

± sex with stoner sero. | s ♡

— izuku midoriya.

± what it’s like to kiss him. | h

± he comforts you through a thunderstorm | h

— tenya iida.

± size kink. | h ♡

— yo shindo.

± holding his hand. | h

± he takes your virginity. | h ♡

— neito monoma.

± holding his hand. | h

OTHER.

— natsuo todoroki.

± you like headpats

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#students.ml

[wr173r-8l0ck]

What if My Hero Academia Characters were in the Riordanverse pt. 1: Students

Yeah, yeah, this is just MHA students for now, I’ll have other characters soon, okay! Anyway, here’s MHA students of 1A and 1B (including Shinso) as demigods in the Riordanverse!

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes, kind of very, turns out glitter confuses monsters very well.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason that no one, including herself, doesn’t understand. She’s still neat though.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares. Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads with those thunder thighs! Which he actually does quite often. He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time. She likes floating whoever she finds particularly annoying way up into the sky.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons. Seriously, he once defeated a Drakon with his bare hands! And another dead drakon’s teeth!

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. And classical literature and culture, like Apollo’s Kettle, who taught him all that?!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son/creation of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle. Unless you’re an enemy, his bear hugs can break spines and it’s fucking terrifying.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit. Oh yeah, he can one-shot a hellhound with one punch (que the epic op) to the head.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason. Well, he lost his two precious anacondas in battle, but now he has six bronze automaton anacondas, fuly articulated and loaded up with all kinds of weapons for maximum effectiveness in battle! Actually fuck that, he’s way more terrifying now, who let him get all that stuff?!

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. Somehow, he still gets his shoulders dislocated.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy and wholesome relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon, and they even help each other (or embarass, take your pick) in social interactions.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes. Campers often say hi to her even if she’s not there just in case.

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of combat so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage and passion into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages in case he does go deaf.

Izuku Midoriya: Son of Athena that was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a powerful enchantment formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need, and bestowed upon the most well-meaning and kind-hearted individuals of an era. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary. The healers and smiths absolutely loathe him by now.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually, somehow, despite all logic and reason, fucking works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) in combat, and even axes, shovels, various lawn mowers...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use, he’s strangely bright and like a Sun. At least among the two stepbrothers of darkness, and the bar for eing the sunny one is set very low.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying. Mostly Monoma. Scratch that, especially Monoma. Okay, nevermind, only Monoma.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one of the 20 people here.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns. 

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing of a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs. Except Kirishima.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her, and yes, no one really believes that story either) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan and her half-siblings.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues…

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

#mha #my hero academia #boku no academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #pjo #percy jackson #pjo/hoo #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #trials of apollo #tkc #the kane chronicles #mcatgoa #magnus chase #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #tokoyami fumigake #momo yaoyorozu #bnha setsuno

[maliciouslove]

𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙠𝙞

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#bnha.exe #denki.exe

[arbitrarycategories]

I have started writing the Stepbrothers au in earnest and I think I have sort of figured out what I'm doing about quirks? Like I'm thinking they still exist but there is no Hero profession and there are only a couple Spiderman/Batman style guys running around with masks. Quirks are still kind of a status symbol, and everyday use isn't as strictly policed, but because people aren't going around Honing them for Heroics they probably aren't as powerful in general? Does that make sense? Do you think that works narratively?

I think that makes sense and works narratively! tbh if the narrative isn't really influenced by quirks, then it's probably a good move to have quirks not influence much of societys outlook! idk if that makes sense but. I think this is a good choice!

#bnha #stepbrothers au #midoriya izuku #kaminari denki #thanks anon! #arbitrary answers

[mojo72400]

BNHA Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun AU AKA Toilet-Bound Deku-kun

Deku-san of the Bathroom/Izuku Midoriya - Hanako/Amane Yugi

Ochaco Uraraka - Nene Yashiro

Katsuki Bakugou/Katsuki Bakugou-Todoroki (Katsuki and Shouto are stepbrothers in this AU instead of biological) - Kou Minamoto

Shouto Todoroki - Teru Minamoto

Mina Ashido - Aoi Akane

Eijiro Kirishima - Akane Aoi

Hanta Sero - Lemon Yamabuki

Kyouka Jirou - Sakura Nanamine

Denki Kaminari - Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Shouta Aizawa - Tsuchigomori 

Neito Monoma/Neito Monoma-Midoriya (Izuku and Neito are stepbrothers in this AU instead of biological) - Tsukasa Yugi

#bnha #bnha deku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #uraraka ochako #ochaco uraraka #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #denki kaminari #Kaminari Denki #eijiro kirishima #hanta sero #jirou kyouka #kyouka jirou #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hanako #yugi amane #amane yugi #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #kou minamoto #akane aoi #aoi akane #lemon yamabuki

[ao3feed-tododeku]

The Gay and Tired Life™

The Gay and Tired Life™ by JustLetMeSlepp

Iida made a Group Chat. You know the drill, people. It's gay as hell and sometimes depressing.

And Kaminari has a sister, nice.

"What do you mean he's my stepbrother Mom"–Todoroki and Monoma at some point.

"Stop having a gay panic at 3 AM" You'll say this at some point in the book

"*insert Demon Screech*"–Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinsou, Monoma, Kaminari at some point.

Words: 379, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki's Family, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, League of Villains, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka, Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, U.A. Faculty, U.A.'s Big Three, Todoroki Rei, Aoyama Yuuga

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki & Original Female Character(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Rei/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Trans Monoma Neito, Trans Male Character, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Homophobic Mineta Minoru, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, How Do I Tag, Tumblr Memes, Vines, Memes, Texting, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Why Did I Write This?, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Minor Injuries, Fluff and Crack, Light Angst, Family Feels, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Panic, Trans Character, This Is STUPID, I Don't Even Know, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Panic Attacks, Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Sees Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Good Parent Todoroki Rei, Divorced Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, BAMF Todoroki Rei, Bad Parenting, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Class 1-A as Family, Supportive Class 1-A, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma, Characters Playing Animal Crossing Game(s), Animal Crossing References, Cats, Homophobia, Swearing, Horny Teenagers

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22304437

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku Plus #💜 #💝 #Side Tododeku #Momojirou· #♡ #R:T #A:JustLetMeSlepp #Quirk AU #Ghost AU

[drdelicatetch2]

Love and Jealousy Chapter 2: The Meeting, The hurt, The Anger

Pity

It’s for those who need to be satisfied in their actions

For those who don’t believe in clarity.

It was the beginning of the new year and everyone had returned home from either royal duties, training or etiquette courses. The new years’ ball was about to begin its annual presentation for its royal prince and princesses; this would be the day that everyone would announce either marriages, proposals or courting. The ball would begin at 8pm sharp which would begin the presentation ceremony. Beautiful garland, gold and silver tapestry was place all around the grand hall. Wine, champagne, and sparkling cider were set around the room; servants, maids and butlers scurried this way and that to finish the final touches of the ceremony.

At last it was complete, and the clock stuck 8pm right on the dot; the princes would be first along with their spouse if they had any. The first prince arrived, a king now, and the announcer presented him as such as a small crowd formed down the elegant stairway to the floor.

“Presenting, King Sollux Saion Denki Captor and his Queen Eridan Harumagedon A. Captor, royal family to the Ki and Ume Water kingdom” he bellowed, and everyone watched as the royal couple stepped forth and descended the stairs. The next set of princes arrived promptly and then the next kingdom came forth “Presenting Gamzee Kozerog Makara and His Queen Tavros Telets N. Makara, royal family to the Lavanda and Bronza desert Kingdom” he said as they followed behind the few princes in line and then it was time, it was the Azul Kingdoms turn to present their prince “And now, from our own home kingdom Prince Johnathan Cornelius Egbert III, Heir of Breath to the Azul Kingdom and Future King over the Lapis Lands, Hail to the future” he uttered “ Hail to the Future” the audience repeated. Then it was time for the princesses to arrive and be presented, of course John didn’t care to much for the majority of the princesses he only cared about one in particular and he knew that they wouldn’t be there until the very end of presentation, so it began as such “ Presenting Feferi Dan Zise Peixes, Heiress to the Pin Hong water Kingdom” he announced but then she whispered something in his ear for him to say “ She is also available for courting at this time” he said awkwardly and she proceeded to float down the steps straight to Sollux ,Eridan, Gamzee , Tavros and John as they were discussing upcoming events in the kingdom and of course the recent marriage of Sollux to Eridan but before the discussion could actually commence…

John P.O. V

Feferi walked upon us and pushed herself between Sollux and Eridan very rudely and began to speak to no one else and I wasn’t too pleased with that entrance she had handed forward or the look on Sollux and Eridans’ face. One of complete unease, the other of hurt and slight anger but Eridan turned away and began to distance himself a bit as he had explained in a private letter to me* of his thoughts on Solluxs’’ true feelings for him but before I could interject “ Feferi..” Sollux said as he grabbed hold of Eridans hand bringing him close “This is Eridan…he is m-my Queen, we are married now, and I-I haven’t had a chance to introduce you two….” He said as Eridan grabbed his arm and his eyes lit up making Sollux blush yellow but hold his composure. Feferi did not like this at all, and you could see the distain on her face as she said these hurtful and demeaning words to Eridan “You mean to tell me you dumped me because you got married to some spineless, desecrated, useless sea dweller whose dad is a drunken retard and whose brother died because he chose to play hero and save a human!!?” she raged and I saw it, in that instant she broke his heart, Eridan is highly sensitive about his brother Cronus and so was Sollux “ You need to remove yourself from my sight immediately or I will have someone do it for you, I broke up with you because you refuse to acknowledge that we are better off without your mother and her delusions which cost a lot of people their marriages because she was A WHORE AND HAD A WHORE DAUGHTER TO BOOT!!” he hissed psiionics flashing and the crowd was silent “Miss Peixes it would be best to leave…now” I stated and she left the room in tears out of the room; in that moment she came into the room “Presenting Vriska Vacalie Serket, daughter of Duchess Maceria V. S. Vantas and stepdaughter to King Cratious S. Vantas II…and is available for courting at this time” the announcer informed and I just rolled my eyes ((Here comes another delusional factor in my life...again)) as she approached me to give her greetings; I acknowledged her and continued my conversation when I heard it finally came the sounds of trumpets that he was here “ Introducing the long awaited return of prince Karkata Cratious Vantas III, Heir to the Carmesi Kingdom, Son of king Cratious S. Vantas II, stepson and stepbrother to princess Vriska V. Serket and Duchess Maceria V.S Vantas; Beloved Son and miracle to the late, beautiful former Queen, Agaria Vantas!” he shouted with jubilation in his lungs. I looked up and saw him, dazzling in his black dress, low shoulders with long sleeves and just a touch of red at the collar along with his mothers’ favorite necklace. We locked eyes as many from the party came to look and awe at his immense beauty and the way he had changed over the course of ten years during his training as well as mine.

End John P.O.V

Karkat P.O.V

There he was right in my sights, so tall and handsome just like he was when we were small and there, she was my sister; a person who plagued me with bullying and words that hurt more than I ever imagined. The few times we encountered each other during my training she said mean things to mean, called me an orphan and said I should have been killed but I never told anyone, not even my father or her mother who loved me like her own. I kept my distance and finished my training, graduating highest marks in all courses including etiquette which she barely passed. I made it to John without a word, only thanking most guests for the compliments that they bestowed upon me and then we were face to face.

“Hello Johnathan” I purred at him lowly “Hello Karkata” he said in his husky toned voice “My don’t you look absolutely stunning, the color suites you so very well” he said looking into my red brown eyes with his icy blue ones. Suddenly though I was pushed aside and had lost balance thankfully caught by my best friend Gamzee Makara; looking up realizing who had pushed me aside in the first place “Vriska, prey tell why did you feel the need to push me off to the side with such haste?” I enquired and then she said the most hurtful thing I could have never imagined saying to my worst enemy.

End Karkat P.O.V

“You think that just because you left for a while that anyone would want a motherless loser who thinks he can satisfy any man by faking he is a girl and wearing the saddest outfit with the ugliest necklace on the planet; your mother was beautiful but you will never look like her, smell of her or even compare to what she really was! She’s probably rolling in her grave right now, wondering why you didn’t die instead of her at least that would save father the effort of having to raise such a pathetic son” Vriska said with an evil laugh; the room was silent and karkat was staring at her with tears pricking his eyes and his hands balled into fists as everyone stepped away from him as he ran to the outdoor terrace. When she turned to face everyone else, she saw that no one was laughing or agreeing with her; not a sound from anyone. She did see her mother crying in pure anger and her stepfather grasping a glass that shattered in his hand but then she saw John; stoic composed Johnathan was seething mad and he spoke with such venom in his voice “You” he pointed at her “Are a vile, evil and disgusting human being and will not be caught dead in the company of those who disrespect the sanctity of someone’s’ mother as you have just done to his.” everyone agreed with that statement then heard the bellowing voice of King Cratious as he stepped forward swiftly towards her “YOU!! You are coming home with us this instant! I am grounding you until further notice; apparently the classes we sent you to do not work!!” he stated “You have embarrassed me for the last time!!” her mother cried out as the king took her away “Johnathan please, please find him and comfort him; you are the only one to know of such true pain in losing a mother” she begged him. John bowed and agreed heading in the direction Karkat had went followed by Gamzee; they split up looking for him and Gamzee found him first alone, and weeping on the floor holding onto the necklace his mother had left him.

Gamzee P.O.V

When I found him, my heart ached for my friend; we had been through a lot growing up together, he was there when I proposed to Tavros the first time “Karkat?” I hesitantly asked and he looked at me with such hurt; throwing himself into me and weeping loudly with such hurt his body was trembling. “Why did she do this to me on my presentation day; I have done nothing but be nice and tolerate her vicious bullying” he said grasping my arm a bit harder as he cried deeper and louder than he had when his mother was murdered in front of him. “I do not know why she has done this, but she is being punished very severely by her mother and your father” I told him. He looked up at me and cried even more “You are my greatest ally Gamzee; I love you and thank you for looking for me” he said and we embraced further til he was done crying and softly wept. I looked up as I heard a knock upon the wall and there he was, John, looking concerned but still with rage in his eyes and I helped karkat up and they locked eyes immediately. John extended his arms to him and he gladly rushed into them holding on and beginning weep once more as john soothed him. I came to john closely and told him “John I thank you for caring after my greatest friend in all of this universe; please take care of him and do right by him” I said as I made my way back to my beloved queen and our friends. “what happened?” Tavros asked as he took ahold of my arm and I began speaking to the others “He is with john do not worry; I do hope john chooses this moment to share with karkat his intention of courting this year” I said “Oh yes, I do hope he does; karkat deserves the best and John is the best for karkat” Sollux replied “Yes, he has the strength and leadership to comfort and care for him just as you do for me” Eridan replied and we all laughed as his face turned a shade of yellow and he looked away from his queen.

End Gamzee P.O.V

John P.O.V

Karkat was still in my arms when Gamzee left us alone. I held him close as I normally do not do this with anyone except my mother, who has passed us on. “Karkat my dear” I said softly, and he looked up at me “Are you alright; I know this has hurt you greatly?” I inquired “I am fine Johnathan” I put my hand to his lips and stroked his face “Please call me john like you used to” I stated, and he blushed “Yes john” he purred. I kissed his hand and looked deep into his red brown eyes “I have an inquiry of you karkat” I stated, he looked at me with wide eyes “Yes John?” and I then sat him down and lent beside him “Would you, let me court you this year to get to know you even better than before?” I asked and he almost fainted on the spot “Yes, John, Yes I would love to, but you have to ask Gamzee for permission” he stated and I laughed “Of course I already asked him” I told him, Gamzee and I discussed this in the beginning of our friendship. We stood up together and headed toward the ball room and gestured towards the announcer. “Attention! Attention! Our future king would like to announce stupendous news” he shouted, and everyone looked at us; luckily his father and stepmother came back in after dropping off Vriska. “Karkat and I will be courting starting this year” I stated and karkat blushed. Everyone clapped and King Cratious came to us giving karkat a kiss and the forehead, shaking my hand with extreme adoration.

End John P.O.V

#karkat #gamzee #john #vriska #tavros #feferi #sollux #eridan #homestuck

[ao3feed-shinkami]

The Gay and Tired Life™

by JustLetMeSlepp

Iida made a Group Chat. You know the drill, people. It's gay as hell and sometimes depressing.

And Kaminari has a sister, nice.

"What do you mean he's my stepbrother Mom"–Todoroki and Monoma at some point.

"Stop having a gay panic at 3 AM" You'll say this at some point in the book

"*insert Demon Screech*"–Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinsou, Monoma, Kaminari at some point.

Words: 379, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki's Family, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka, Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, U.A. Faculty (My Hero Academia), U.A.'s Big Three (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Rei, Aoyama Yuuga

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki & Original Female Character(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Rei/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Trans Monoma Neito, Trans Male Character, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Homophobic Mineta Minoru, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, How Do I Tag, Tumblr Memes, Vines, Memes, Texting, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Why Did I Write This?, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Minor Injuries, Fluff and Crack, Light Angst, Family Feels, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Panic, Trans Character, This Is STUPID, I Don't Even Know, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Panic Attacks, Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Sees Ghosts, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Good Parent Todoroki Rei, Divorced Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, BAMF Todoroki Rei, Bad Parenting, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Supportive Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Dekusquad (My Hero Academia), Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma, Characters Playing Animal Crossing Game(s), Animal Crossing References, Cats, Homophobia, Swearing, Horny Teenagers

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22304437

#kaminari denki/shinsou hitoshi #shinkami #kamishin #ao3 #fanfic