#kiri and him are so close you sometimes wonder where one starts and the other ends

[introspectivememories]

[rebee-sweetie]

*Slight smut and some fluff*

Bakugo can be such an ass. During the times he does his patrols and hero work he is honest to God, a jackass. Constantly yelling at pedestrians and his friends working along side him. His pride becoming of him. Even though he’s aged and matured in his adult years, not much changed in his mannerisms. Bakugo’s a top Pro Hero but still doesn’t realize kindness isn’t a weakness. But when you are doing hero work with him or doing a patrol he is so much worse. The yelling and degrading is constant. Even though the public knows you’re both in a relationship, it sure as hell doesn’t look like it. In the public eye he’s constantly telling you to,

“Keep up!”

“Ur’ such an damn idiot!”

“Fuck you!”

“DIE!”

The list could continue on. But today you had stepped a little too close to Katsuki and it just set him off. It was like you could see a nuclear bomb go off in this man’s eyes. A large, gloved hand palmed your face and pushed you away. His face seething and eyes burning a dark crimson. Bakugo’s eyebrows were knitted together and his glare was sharp as daggers. You felt like you could choke on the tension in the air as people around you watched the sight unfold. His thick fingers gripped at your rosy cheeks as he chewed your ear off about not paying attention to where you were walking. The chewing became a lecture on how letting your focus wander is an opportunity for a villain to take advantage. That was until Kiri stepped in and scolded him on talking that way to his significant other. But all you could do was smile. Because you knew something everyone else didn’t.

Your Suki was rough and angry on the outside, but he had a huge soft spot for you. When it was just the two of you, he was incredibly sweet and gentle. A side no one but you were allowed to. There were constantly flowers in your apartment sent from Bakugo. He always knew when they were starting to wilt because a new bouquet of flowers would be at your doorstep. The card would always read:

“Only the finest for my prettiest and only sweetheart.”

He knew your favorite flowers, foods, colors, and even childhood memories. When he first laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted you, your body, everything. He was going to have you. He was going to make you his and his alone. He made it his mission to know everything about you. He constantly spoiled you and when you’d casually mention something was cute or nice, you’d see it appear in your apartment quickly after. He loved cuddling you every chance he got, pulling you on top of his chest when laying on his couch. Overtime, he would slowly move you into his home, too prideful to come out and ask you to move in.

So even though you got the same treatment as everyone else in public, you were being treated like a Princess in private. You loved it, and even though he was rough with you when others were watching, there was never a bruise or scratch on you contrary to what some of the media might say. He was an asshole but he wasn’t abusive.

The cuddles were sweet but the kisses from him were even sweeter. His lips and skin like honey to you. He worshiped your body away from the prying eyes of the public. He knew each and every curve like the back of his hand. Sex with Katsuki wasn’t just hot but out of this world. He wasn’t lying about being naturally gifted at everything. His body always seemed to move so perfectly in line with yours and he knew your body in ways even you didn’t. When he was finished with you, you’d see stars. Sometimes he’d get you so good you’d wonder if you had seen God. You became a drug to him that he simply couldn’t get enough of. But in public, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He would rather die than show the world he could be soft. His whole personality was jagged like the callouses and scars that littered his body. You thought that maybe the reason he acted this way is because he was terrified of the idea of having vulnerabilities to the creatures that lured in the dark, waiting, praying for his downfall.

All you knew is that you loved the way he was, and you wanted nothing to change. You were extremely content being loved so passionately in the darkness. Because at the end of the day, that was your man and you were his woman. You even had the markings on your body to prove it.

[lovemyavatar]

Pull - a Push Mini Epilogue

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

@halibanana requested: Oo! It's so good! Can I request a part 2 where they resolve how he ignored her? I'd love to see their relationship evolve!

Summary: I love a good grovel

Warnings: fluff, (aged up) nsfw, oral (fem receiving), jealousy, slight angst, poor bby Neteyam is on the struggle bus fr

Equilibrium

Being with Neteyam is like swimming at first morning light.

In the beginning, the water is freezing. It prickles your skin, chills your bones, sends a shiver up your spine. Then, gradually—sometimes without notice—it warms. It envelopes you, soothing tense muscles and unfurling clenched digits. But, the second you leave the precious cocoon of serenity, the breeze hits your skin and you're trembling all over again.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan is an enigma.

He's soft edges, smooth skin, tender embraces. When you're alone, he can't keep his hands off of you. In those private moments, he pulls you in close, back against his chest, and simply adores you. He's gentle, lips and fingers caressing glowing freckles so lightly, you wonder if it's all a dream.

In front of the clan, however, it's as if another being inhabits his body entirely. The weight of expectation forces your loving Neteyam to retreat, replaced with a cool indifference that makes your heart sink.

It's not like before he claimed you. His eyes don't narrow into that challenging glare anymore. He doesn't prod you with sly insults, or watch your every move with distain. He simply goes about his business, a confident assurance that now he has you.

Sometimes, you wish for the malice. Then, at least, you'd be getting something.

His love slips through the perfected restraint occasionally. Like one day, when you were practicing a new technique with your bow. He happened to walk by, gaze instantly zeroing in on you. He came in close, murmuring a low hello, sevin (pretty) beside your ear, hand snaking around your middle from behind.

Your lips barely had time to pull into a soft smile before he retreated, the sight of a few clan members cutting through the trees enough to make him recoil. You frowned, turning to scold the odd behavior, but he was already gone.

And another day, you sat beside Kiri, weaving and talking quietly. He saw you through a gap in the vines, and quickly changed course to greet you. He approached carefully, a big grin splitting his face. He started to say something that sounded like ma narlor (beautiful). The moment his eyes glanced past his sister, his back straightened, expression dropping to one of casual familiarity.

It eats at you, a nasty, ugly feeling knotting your stomach. This dance has gone on for three weeks. In the last twenty-one days since he made you his, you've been pushed away, then pulled back in, a never-ending cycle of hurt and comfort.

You've started slipping into that old way of thinking, before the two of you crossed an imperceptible line. When you were calculated, when you decided you would get his attention one way or another, no matter what it took. No matter who you had to use.

That's what led you to the situation you're currently in.

You had to admit, though a tiny flame of guilt still flickered inside your chest, that you were having a blast.

Your face tilts toward the sky, a joyous laugh bubbling in your chest. One hand firmly grips the place where your queue is connected with your Ikran's, the other thrown up to feel strong wind blow through extended fingers. The animal swoops down at your internal command, narrowly missing the other, slightly smaller beast flying beside you.

“Hey!” A rough voice shouts, shakily leveling out.

Big yellow eyes narrow in your direction, irritation twinkling beneath the surface. He guides his own Ikran closer to yours, and she calls out before twisting in a graceful barrel roll above the clouds.

“Gotta be faster than that, Lo'ak!” The taunt floats over the wind as you speed past him, a boyish grin splitting his lips before he chases after you.

You play this game of cat and mouse until the sun's eclipse is nearly complete. Only then do you set course for home. Truthfully, when Lo'ak asked you to fly with him, you didn't intend on staying out so late. You didn't even want to agree at first, but the thought of doing something slightly risky, slightly forbidden made your heart flutter with excitement.

It was low, using the well-established competition between brothers to your advantage. But the thought of getting a rise out of Neteyam for the first time in weeks justified the potential consequences.

The second you land, he's barreling through the trees. His eyes find yours first, then Lo'ak's as his Ikran lands beside you. His brows are pinched, hands clenched into tight fists at his hips. Heat blazes behind his narrowed gaze, and you fight a smirk when it sweeps toward Lo'ak again.

“What do the two of you think you're doing?” He can barely get the words out through clenched teeth.

When he realized Lo'ak was missing, he began leisurely exploring the village. He figured his brother hadn't strayed far and was simply avoiding his duties around Home Tree. After several hours, though, anxiety clouded his mind, making him fear the worst. He went to find you, to confide his worries and maybe even convince you to help with search efforts.

But he couldn't find you either.

Your family was no help, they hadn't seen you since morning. He became slightly frantic, strides quickening to a jog as he looked in every nook and cranny of the village. There's no way, he tried to reassure himself, there's no way they're alone together.

He'd just called for his Ikran when he heard it. Heard the familiar call of your bonded animal—and his brother's. He all but sprinted toward the clearing, heart plummeting at the sight of you, head thrown back with a hearty laugh. Lo'ak's expression mirrored yours as he landed next, amused gaze locked on you.

“Aw, come on, bro.” He finally looks away from you, eyes rolling toward the sky with an annoyed huff.

“You were supposed to be back hours ago. I almost started a search party.” His glare slides back to you, the latter part of his sentence a pointed warning.

“It's not a big deal.” Lo'ak tries to assuage him, tone dismissive as he deftly jumps from his Ikran.

Your feet hit the ground with a soft thud, palms smoothing over thick skin to keep your animal calm. The muscles between Neteyam's shoulders bunch, heart thrumming wildly between his ribs.

“Get outta here Lo’ak, before I tell mom and dad.” His voice drops to a gravely rumble, anger clouding his vision. He can't believe you've actually done something like this. You really ran off with his brother of all people, doing Eywa knows what. The possibilities make his blood run cold.

“Dude!” Lo'ak's face scrunches with petulance, but he begrudgingly obeys at the sight of barely contained emotion in his brother's eyes. “At least let me get my—hey!”

Neteyam shoves against his shoulder lightly, urging him along. “Go. Now.”

The younger Sully throws his hands up in surrender, grumbling under his breath as he quickly disappears through thick foliage.

Your gaze, wide with uncertainty, meets molten yellow. Lips part to begin damage control, but all that comes out is a surprised yelp as his fingers clamp around one of your arms.

“Nete—” You stumble to keep up with his hurried pace as he turns and walks briskly toward Home Tree.

He ignores you entirely, dragging you through the village until he finds your shared tent. It's newly formed walls should provide enough privacy for him to deal with you, to figure out how far you've gone this time. With a gentle push you stagger through the door, woven flap slamming shut at your back.

He turns on you, narrowed eyes brimming with anger and something else. Something darker. It wells in his chest, the green flame of jealousy burning through his sternum painfully.

“How could you be so careless?” His chin drops, heated gaze pinning you in place.

“Mawey (calm), Neteyam. It’s fine. We were just having fun.” Your hands lift, palms barely brushing against his chest before he moves away as if you've cut him.

“You do not have fun with my brother.” The deep timbre of his voice sends a shockwave of desire between your legs.

You fidget slightly, rubbing your thighs together, and he misinterprets the motion as one of nervousness, of guilt.

“He is reckless. And a bad influence, clearly.” His jaw clenches so hard he fears he may crack a tooth.

“It was just a quick flight, ‘Teyam, I don’t see what—” You step toward him again, but stop short as he advances on you, one hand moving to cup the back of your neck.

A gasp fills the small space between you as he firmly tilts your head back, leering down at you hotly. “You not getting enough attention, yawne (beloved)? Is that it?”

Your heart soars, despite the fact that he's upset because of you. The hard edges you haven't seen for weeks have returned with a vengeance, that possessive glint in his eye you've been dying to see finally back in full force. It makes your core clench with anticipation.

It's not that you don't appreciate how careful he's been with you. It's sweet, loving, the way he appears almost afraid to hurt you in those intimate moments. But you crave more. You want every piece of him, this rougher side of him, as much as the rest.

You gulp down a course swallow, trembling with steadily rising emotion. “You've been cold, Nete. You act like we aren't even mates in front of the clan.”

It's a sore spot, a point of insecurity. Though he claimed you as his in the forest all those nights ago, he refuses to mate before Eywa. You've asked, and every time, he's dismissed you. You're trying to give him time, to wait until he's ready, but the rejection stings.

A rough breath falls from his lips, corded muscles loosening slightly. His shoulders drop, eyes pinching closed for a brief moment. Regret grips his heart when he looks at you again, seeing moisture gather along your lashes.

“Oh, baby girl. I'm sorry.” His hand slides away from your neck, instead winding around your back to pull you in close.

You curl against his chest, arms latching around his middle. His embrace brings you comfort, eases the ache a bit, but you still yearn for answers. Your head tilts away from his warmth, eyes searching his in question.

One of his large hands smooths down your hair, another sigh fanning your face. “I just—I don't know, sweetheart. I feel like if I touch you in front of them, I'm sharing something too intimate.”

You can understand it to a degree, you know he's reserved by nature. But what you don't get, what you can't accept for much longer, is his refusal to be fully yours in the eyes of the Great Mother.

“But why won't you mate with me?” You decide to ask outright, though your chest tightens with uncertainty, the words falling from trembling lips.

His expression sours, and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from yours. He tries to remove himself from you, but your arms only tighten around him.

“I don't deserve it.” When your brows pinch with confusion, he continues, fingertips ghosting your cheek. “All those years I spent ignoring you, being cruel to you...I can't, yawne (beloved). Not until I've earned it.”

“Oh, ‘Teyam...” You coo, heart shattering at his inner turmoil.

You had no idea he felt this way, was punishing himself in this way. Your hands frame his face, pulling it back up from where it'd fallen against his chest with guilt.

“I can see that I've already failed you.” He grumbles, lips pulling into a frown as he thinks back to all the ways he made you feel less than over the last few weeks.

He was caught up in his own idea of being a respectable mate. He thought if he gave you space, wasn't too overbearing in front of others, you'd be more comfortable. It was a big shift, going from adversaries to lovers. He figured you wouldn't want to flaunt your relationship with him, given the way he'd treated you for so long.

Apparently, he couldn't have been more wrong.

“I’m sorry, sevin (pretty).” He repeats, voice dropping to a low murmur. “Please, don't hate me.”

“I could never hate you, ‘Teyam.” You assure, lips ghosting over his in a chaste caress. “Even during those years...I've never hated you, yawnetu (love).”

His chest swells, feeling so unworthy, but so grateful for your unconditional love. He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, fingers threading into your braids gently. You sway with the force of his mouth on yours, humming contentedly against him.

He walks forward, until the backs of your knees hit the woven mat the two of you have spent many nights tangled on. With a gentle shove you break away from him, panting lightly as strong elbows catch your fall. Your breath hitches when he slowly kneels before you, heavy lidded eyes never leaving yours.

“Let me start making it up to you, narlor (beautiful).” He murmurs, peppering gentle, open mouthed kisses along your thigh.

Long fingers wrap around your knees, tenderly easing them apart. He settles between them, nostrils flaring at the sight of your covered core. Within seconds you're bare before him, glistening sex on full display for his waiting mouth.

He licks his lips, eyes catching yours again as he dives in, tongue lashing a languid stroke along your pussy lips. He mutters a quiet sorry with every tiny kitten lick, until you're shaking with the effort of remaining still and patient. He hums against you, fingertips prodding at your entrance.

“‘Teyam!” You instantly cry out, head dipping under the bloom of pleasure.

“That's it, baby. Make those pretty noises for me.”He pulls back, lips and chin glistening, eyes boring into yours intensely.

A broken moan fills the tent as he slides two fingers inside you effortlessly, soft walls fluttering around the intrusion. He pumps them slowly, tongue diving back in to circle your clit. You fall against the mat, arms trembling from holding yourself upright. His pace only quickens as he adds his third and final finger.

Your back arches from the bed, pleasured sighs filling the otherwise quiet room. He pulls his fingers almost entirely free before slamming them back into you, grunting at the way you spasm around the digits. You mewl, hips jerking up toward him as his mouth latches onto your clit again.

“‘Teyam! I—I...” The words dissolve into pitiful moans as your lower belly tightens.

“Atta girl, come on, cum for me.�� He pulls back just long enough to groan the praise before he's back on you, lavishing your pussy with apologies.

Your body instantly obeys, orgasm ripping through you forcefully. You clench around his fingers, hips trembling as white hot pleasure causes you to shudder beneath him. Your chest heaves with ragged breaths as you come down from the high he'd given you. He mercifully abandons your clit, moving up to hover above you.

His fingers never leave you, pumping a steady pace as he quickly works you up to another release. He grins down at you warmly, free hand smoothing along your cheek.

“Catch your breath, baby girl. I have many years to make up for.”

[beiasluv]

Hiii! Love your writing! I was wondering if you can write a cute avatar fic with the reader is human and lo’ak or netayam falling in love with reader and always checking on her like checking if her mask is on properly and stuff. Thank youuuu 🥰🥰🥰

lo’ak x human!reader

a/n: YES PLEASE, I WANNA WRITE FOR LO’AK / enjoy 🤍

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being one of those babies who got left on pandora has its pro’s and con’s

pro’s, you get to spend time on this excellent planet, instead of the crusty dusty earth.

con’s, it gets quite lonely.

you imagine it couldn’t get worst; until your human friend, spider, wandered out of the lab for the first time. not being of the age yet, you were basically left behind by him.

for the first few times, you felt isolated and lonely in the lab. you started to recognize how weird the lab actually is, how quiet it gets during the day and night, how the pandora plants glowed in the dark, and different tools wiring around the lab

spider, being a good friend he is, never visited the lab, unless he is terribly hungry. which, he crammed a lot of stuff into his mouth, and without a glance, he’s off into the forest.

well, you always like to babble to grace since you were a baby. now, she’s your only candle burning. it felt weird at first, but who is there to actually care? none, you can talk none sense all day long.

grace twitches sometimes to your blabbing but non other than that. crazy as it might sound, it gave you a little hope that she was listing to your heart and soul.

until one day, spider brought some visitors.

he introduced you to kiri and lo’ak. your breath was taken away by the resemblance of kiri to grace, it was like eywa responded to your prayer for a friend. kiri connected to you immediately like you’ve known each other for so long. well, she’s glad that at least there is another girl alive.

the other visitor gave you a lingered look on your small frame and your face

you didn’t say anything but a lump in your throat started to form. had to excuse yourself out of the room to catch some breath, but faith isn’t quite on your side, or is it?

“hey, i saw you back there, are you okay?” he crouched down held your shoulder questioning.

“i- i am fine, thank you.”

“by the way, i’m lo’ak, nice to meet you,” he held out his blue giant hand.

“i’m y/n,” you reached out for his hand, which it engulfed your tiny hand in it, spreading the coldness against your skin.

lo’ak was definitely screaming internally how small your hand was compared to his. on that moment, unknowingly, he made a vow to protect you and swear with his life on it.

“your face is getting hot, are you okay?” you cubbed his reddened face in your tiny hands.

flustered lo’ak entered the chat

now, that was about 5 years ago. lo’ak was still a baby (even though he was bigger than you, but anyways) you guys were still 13 years old. until these past few years, puberty hit him like a BUS

he had grown taller, obviously, and more muscly. his chubby face grew some sharp angles, contrasting to his soft pouty lips

your frame had changed as well. you’ve grew more comfortable in your own flesh and body, which lo’ak definitely noticed.

he just loves how tiny you are (compared to him) and how easily he can crush your bone in his hand. hell yeah, he can even lift you off the ground with one hand. it made him even more determined to protect you from everything this planet had to offer

you guys didn’t grew only physically, but also emotionally. your souls bonded and fitted together perfectly like a piece that was missing from each other.

one day, lo’ak decided to took an action and asked you to be his partner, and he did it the sweetest way possible.

that whole day, i can guarantee that you guys barely had a moment where you skins are not touching each other. he lovesss staying close to you, especially that special day.

when you agreed to finally leave the lab, he was so thrilled. to the point that he never leave your side like you are a baby 🥺

“got your mask?” he caressed your face.

“yep.”

“oxy- oxygen tank?”

“yep.”

“good girl,” 😳 he petted your hair. “let’s go,” without a second word you are hurled up against his back.

always carrying you arounddddd. when you say you can walk yourself he would be like: “noooo, sweetheart, you will hurt your feet, let me carry you.”

if you say he’ll get tired he’ll say that he’ll never get tired of you, plus you fitted perfectly in his embrace. AHEM, just another excuse to hold you close.

of course, he loves to change up the position around. his favorite is bridal style, cuz who doesn’t love seeing your face every time he looks down. plus, he can feel your hands around his neck and your breath against his chest.

your favorite have to be piggy back, ALL THE WAY. you love holding your body against his back. plus, teasing him by kissing his neck is so funny. he’ll tremble in your touch and his purrs will slip out 😳

if you are flying together, he will be super extra EXTRA careful for you, like wrapping an arm around your waist smth like that 😩

will and definitely have a safe word with you. if he gets too extreme sometimes, you’ll have to pull him back (you dirty minded, guys, i was talking about like jumping off a clif or smth 😳)

but you rarely have to use the safe word because he is super caring for youu

he knows how your much your human body can take and will be super acknowledging towards that. if you are tired, he will immediately drop everything and hold you close so you can have a nappy time 🥺

made it as his habit to always carry around an extra mask, in case sometime goes wrong

buttt his favorite of all time would be touching your skin and hands

it brings comfort to him when he knows that he isn’t the only one with five fingers in the family. well, yes, his dad might have them, but he never really acknowledged the judgment from others. people respected him, lo’ak just wanted a simpler life like his dad’s.

your babyboy is sad, so you will do something. every night, he will be showered with comforting and reassuring words. holding his hand and emphasizing on his pinkie, you will kiss them one by one. intertwining them as if you will never take them off.

“see, we have the same pinkie, and these fingers are special. you are special to me, lo’ak.”

we all know that in that moment he wanted to crush you in his arm and inject you into his vein. he loves you so much but it pains him for not being able to hold your face.

so, obviously, his favorite place to spend time with you is at the lab. BECAUSE he can caress your face and every inch of you without the problem of the mask.

he loves tracing down from your eyebrows, feeling the tickling sensation against his fingertips, your nose, how they are more curved out from your face than his, and your mouth, touching your juicy lips as he resist the urge to plant a kiss on them

going down your chin, neck, and everything AAAAA

you LOVE touching his nose, how cute it is and how it twitches to every little sensitive things. your honorable mention is his tail, how it brushes and wraps against your skin.

BUTT YOU LOVE EVERY PART OF HIM PERIODT

he will DROOL if he sees you wearing them na’vi clothes. he loves how it accentuated your body and every part of you.

obviously, because it was more revealing to him and he is OBSESSED. gets protective when other people look at you tho >: “you are only my sight to see, only for me”

obsessed with your hairrr

whether it is straight, curly, wavy, long, or short he will find a way to style it according to na’vi’s culture.

will beg kiri to braid your hair and compliment you every 10 seconds

OVERALL = PROTECTIVE LO’AK BBG FOR YOU 10000/10

today’s a great day to take a break 🤍 emotionally and physically, you deserve it <3

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[sweet-honey-tears]

↠ Their Hair ↞

Plot: What happens when you touch their hair? How do they react?

Characters: Kirishima, Denki, Bakugou, Mina, Shinso, Todoroki X GENDER NEUTRAL READER

Setting: Pretty much final year of UA.

Thank you all so much for your support. I don’t think y’all understand how much your comments or hashtags make my day. Not joking when I say they give me motivation- I hope you like this!🤍 Also this is my first time writing for Mina, so I hope you like it! 🤍🌸

🪨 Kirishima 🪨

Kirishima never really let anyone touch his hair. He’s the one who spikes it or puts a bandana in it- which in itself doesn’t allow people to touch it. It’s not like he’s protective of his hair, it was just how it happened. Kirishima was also responsible for dying his hair. He figured it would just be cheaper and easier than going to a salon. A train ticket, payment, and tip were a bit too pricey. Plus it was a time-consuming process already and leaving campus to go to a salon would only add to this. Time was precious when training to be a hero, and Kiri couldn’t seem to fit it into his day. And regrettably, it’s what led him to his current situation, his black roots now almost an inch and a half grown.

“Hey Kiri, you okay? Ya, look a bit distracted.” Your chipper voice brought him out of his thoughts. He was scrolling through his phone looking at different hair dye brands. The last one dried out his hair and quickly faded.

“Huh, oh yeah, just looking at hair dye. Gotta re-do this soon.” He airily laughed. His hand rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh, I can help if you want.”

Kirishima never knew he had a sensitive skull till that day. But when you brushed your fingers through his wet hair, he got sparks going down his spine. He watched you calmly help wash out the remaining red, your finger brushing through the strands. He remembers watching a movie with Eri, where monsters felt a ZING when they found love. He’s pretty sure he just felt that.

“Almost done Kiri!”

“A-alright!”

Kirishimas just closes his eyes and relaxes against the tub at the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair carefully.

⚡Denki ⚡

Denki knew he didn’t have a sensitive skull. Bakugou likes to say it's a wonder Denki even has feelings in his head at all. But he does, and sometimes he wishes he didn’t. Like when Eri accidentally ripped a knot from his long hair while brushing it. But that doesn’t stop him from allowing people to play with it. Eri does his and Shinsos hair quite a bit, putting little cat clips in it while quietly talking about her day. All that said, Denki just likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, not even touching his skull - just hair. He’s found you mindlessly do it a lot when zoning out with him. So sometimes he'll sit between your legs on the ground. His back is against the couch you sit on and your legs are on either side of him. There are times there just wasn't enough sitting room in the common area. And as always, your fingers mindlessly comb through his golden hair. Brushing out any small knot there.

You look down at him at the feeling of his head shifting. His chin pointed up and his eyes looked into yours. You know that look, heaving a sigh

you lean down to kiss his forehead.

“Tch”

“Right back at you boom boom boy.”

💥 Bakugou 💥

Bakugou likes the feeling of your nails on the back of his neck. Moving through the short hair that’s there to the soft blonde spikes.

Only you get to touch his hair. No one else. Not one.

But when you koala hug him, he sees starts. You are sitting on his lap as he works on his homework. Your face is in the crook of his neck, your legs off his to the side and barely touching the floor due to how high the chair is. You have one arm around his torso and the other one over his shoulder.

“Kit, are you almost done?”

“Not yet, Teddy, I have one more problem.”

You grumble, the pads of your fingers going to his neck and rubbing the short hair there. Bakugou sighs, his body relaxing. He mindlessly brings his hand up to your back rubbing it up and down. He can feel your body relax, lightly sighing as your fingers pause. Bakugou continues rubbing your back, but after a minute of your stilled movement, he stops.

“Hm Bakugou-“ you grumble angrily.

“What?”

“You're so mean” you groan, your fingers starting again and ‘coincidentally’ his hand starts rubbing your back till you eventually doze off.

💤 Shinso 💤

Shinso had to cut his hair after it got stuck in his voice changer. His hair also constantly was getting knotted due to his capture weapon. The fabric kept rubbing against the base of his neck, causing knots and mess. How Azawia did it was beyond him. Long hair and a scarf? Annoying.

Shinso was nervous the day he cut it, somewhat worried about what you would say. But he also figured if this was the defining factor in your relationship, then it wasn't worth it. If his necessary haircut caused a ripple in your relationship, then it wasn't as strong as he thought. The thought shook him.

He kept the length and had the sides buzzed, giving him an undercut.

“Shin!” Your voice called, you were always so happy to see him.

“Hey there Kitten” he speaks lowly, opening his arms to welcome your smaller form. He smiles down at you as you look up at him, your arms wrapped around him. And then he watches it click.

“Holy shit.” You say almost airily. And all Shinso can think is ‘Oh fuck.’ “You look so fucking hot.”

Shinso’s cheeks heat up instantly, his ears tinting red as his mouth hangs open a bit at your reaction. Your hands snake up his neck, and he unconsciously shrinks down a bit. A pleasant sigh leaves his lips at the feeling of your fingers on his newly buzzed hair.

“Feel good Shin?” you coo in his ear, your hand sliding to his cheek and resting on his jawline. Your thumb lightly rubbed his cheek.

“You have no idea, Kitten.” He grumbles, leaning down to kiss you.

🌸 Mina 🌸

Mina generally just loves physical affection. Her form of affection is physical touch. Any form of touch, even if it’s just slightly grazing your fingertips. But it’s always more than that, Mina comes behind you and squeezes you. She jumps on your back someday. She’ll run up to you just for a hug. Grab your hand or arm and lead you anywhere. On calmer days though, she’ll lay in between your legs. Against you, chest to chest. She’ll press her face into your chest or under your chin, and rest her arms around your middle. Mina will put music on, having the both of you share an airpod. Even though you don’t need the AirPods, they make the moment more intimate. Like you’re in your own world.

Your hand rest on the back of Mina's neck. Careful to not tug one of her tight pink curls and cause it to frizz. You know better than to brush through her curly hair, and instead, settle on just smoothing your thumb over the small hair there. Mina just hums, happy at your consideration and for the quiet moment you two share.

🧊 Todoroki 🔥

Shoto has a bit longer hair in his final years of UA, starting to unintentionally grow it out. Another break away from his childhood. Shoto wasn't used to physical touch until he came to UA, so every little touch is more comfortable than anything. It’s a feeling of safety whenever you run your hands through its hair. Whenever you comb back the longer strands or move them from his eyes as the wind pushes them around. How your fingers delicately touch the strands to ensure you accidentally hit him.

He smiles so softly and will close his eyes as your finger brushes up his bangs, allowing you to kiss his forehead. You have to lower back down from your tippy toes to look back up at him.

“Tell her I say hi Sho.” You smile up at him, your hand in his as you squeeze them. Shoto was going with his siblings to visit his mother.

Shoto stares down at you like he’s holding the world. So much comfort and love packaged in you.

“I will baby” he sighs, his smile still on his lips. Your hands go up to cup his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheek.

“I love you.” you sigh, pulling him down to kiss him goodbye. Knowing today would be emotional for him, and his siblings as well.

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 ꧁Finally going back home.꧂

( POV: You and your family have been staying whit the Metkayina clan for a while now, much stuff have happend among you dating Aonung, the war, Lo’ak and Tsireya flirting and Ronal giving birth to a healthy little….. ✨GIRL!✨)

WARNING: *Slight hitting

Credits:to Sylwanee for the great idea

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(Jake)-Ok everyone family meeting! Sit down come one! Jake said as the room was filled whit groans most from the children’’ Come on Kiri It’s a family meeting everyone has to be here. You only heared a few grumbles from Kiri as she took a Seat next to you. It’s ok Kiri the meeting will likely not last that long. you smiled at her as she only mumbled out sure… (Jake took a deephale) Since we have been here for a while now and im sure you guys miss home i think it’s finally time for us to go back to the forest.. He smiled as he looked up to look at us, what do you guys think? Great thing? The room was filled whit silent until you finally spoke up’

(Y/N) - Father whit respect what about Aonung and the others? Can’t they maybe come whit us? You tried to sound calm but your face expression said otherwise as everyone know you and ‘Aonung have this huge thing whit eachother’ As you were done whit the sentence you looked at Lo’ak, he was totally on your idea as he dont wanna leave Tsireya behind.

(Jake) - Hmmm.. I could ask Ronal and Tonowari but i can’t promise they agree whit the idea.. He looked me in the eyes, Y/N later on the day could you ask Aonung about this, he certainly would like to come whit us i mean you and his words has much to say to the idea. You aswell Lo’ak. He looked at us and took a hand around Neytiri shoulder as he rubbed it thightly. Anyone have anything else to say or ask whit that matter? The room was silent for a few seconds until Kiri speaked up.

(Kiri) - ‘When will we leave?

(Jake) We will leave around three days from now so these last days you are free to have fun and no training. Got that?

As everyone said yes sir! (Not Neytiri) The meeting was done and everyone could was free to go and do what they want. As everyone left to do their own thing you ran up to Lo’ak to talk to him.

(Y/N) - ‘Hey Lo’ak?’ you said as you put your arm around his shoulder. Do you need something? he asked as he turned around to look at you. I were wondering what you think about bringing the Aonung and the others to our home? And do you think their gonne say yes or no? As you said the last sentence Lo’ak laughed at you. ‘- Haha Y/N so funny you are, im pretty sure- no double sure Aonung would love your idea as he can’t see you leave without him glued to your back, im not sure about Ronal and Tonowari tho, but dont you remember that one time at training when you couldn’t come beacause you were sick, he was complaining the whole time and whouldn’t to anything then sit on the rocks i swear i was two seconds close to beat him! So It’s pretty obvious hes gonne beg is parents to atleast let you take him whit us.

(Y/N) -‘ You were quiet for some seconds… He really did that?’ You looked down in the sand as your cheeks started to turn really red from blushing and embarrassment. Lo’ak looked at you whit a- ‘You serious right now face’. You looked up at Lo’ak whit that weird grin you sometimes had and he regretted at the moment that he told you, beacause now your eyes were like hearts..

(Y/N) Awhh… That’s so cute! Why didnt you tell me sooner!? Were siblings we dont keep secrets like that! You hit him a playfully shot on his shoulder.

Lo’ak mind : ‘Well Y/N i would tell you if Aonung didnt threaten us all’

Lo’ak didnt answer your question as he just told you to shrug it off. Well anyway… Im gonne go and look for Tsireya and ask her what she thinks. ☺️Byee Y/N! Just like that he ran off as you showed him the middle finger, not really to him but his back.

(Y/N) - Well i can atleast go and look for Aonung’ I miss that fish lips already. I Wonder what his answer will be? You took a deep breath as you began walking to where you think Aonung would be..

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Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader) Bonus Scene 4*

Please read before interacting.

Okay, this idea will not leave me alone. Fluffy forever. & Bonding time for Y/N and Spider. This takes place right after the previous bonus scene.

The next few days went by too fast. The recoms would have to go out again sometime soon and in the meantime, you tried to soak up as much time with Miles as you could. You found moments to sneak around, passionate moments that ended too quickly because you'd missed each other so much. The nights were cozy, with you curled up against him. Spider, unused to sleeping in a more comfortable bed, would often curl up at the end, a hand wrapped around Mile's ankle where it stuck out of the blanket. The three of you would stay close together, a peculiar family-shaped relationship starting to take form.

The mornings too were early for Spider and he often found himself slumped against your shoulder, his breathing steady while you tried to eat and not wake him up. He wasn't overly affectionate when he was awake, but in dark hours, he craved a comforting touch and more than once, Miles would come back from a morning run to the two of you holding hands. He'd felt safe with you since the beginning, ever since you checked on him when he had been so very vulnerable. You weren't exactly a mom to him, but he'd seen the way Miles looked at you and wondered about the possibilities ahead and what that could mean for him: where could he fit in with the two of you?

It was a late night for Miles since the group was heading out the next morning and he had to get his equipment ready. You were in your small bathroom back in your bedroom. Spider was sprawled across your bed, flipping through a book while you carefully applied a face mask. You used the applicator to smooth it out before washing your hands and turning to go back into your room. You sat at the desk chair, swinging your legs and brushing your toes against the floor.

Spider sensed your gaze on him and glanced over. His nose wrinkled in amusement. "What is on your face?"

You smirked slightly before tapping your foot against his that was hanging off of the bed.

"Face mask, kid. You wanna try it?"

He shrugged and sat up, following you into the bathroom. You showed him which face wash to use and he washed quickly and patted his face dry after a quick instruction. He sat on the edge of the tub and you sat on the lid of the toilet across from him. You had washed your hands after and carefully applied it with your fingers across his face. He shivered from the cold substance and smiled when you chuckled.

"Feels like Kiri is painting me again."

"Hmm? Who's Kiri?"

"She's.. probably the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Yeah? Tell me about her."

You continued to smooth out the mask as he talked in between the swipes of your fingers on his face.

"She's just so kind. So in tune with nature. With Pandora. She's got a great smile-"

His eyes darted shyly to yours and you smoothed your expression so he would feel comfortable to keep opening up to you. You'd always been kind to each other but this was the first time he'd shared anything like this.

"Yeah?" you murmured. "How long have you known her?"

"All my life."

You couldn't help it; your grin widened at the smitten look on his face.

"Sooo," a teasing tone came into your voice. "Why was she painting you?"

His face fell minutely and he sighed, his shoulders drooping.

"She paints me blue. From the dyes of plants and berries. It.. makes me feel like part of the forest. Like one of them."

Your chest ached for this sweet boy in front of you. He started telling you about how he'd always known he was different, but he tried to keep up and somewhere along the way, he'd bonded with the Sully kids. You stood up to wash your mask off while he continued.

"I mean.. I know you and.. he are different. How do you guys make it work?"

You were in the middle of rinsing your face off and with the mix of his question and water that ended up going in your mouth, you started to cough and splutter. He stood up quickly and hovered anxiously.

"You okay?"

"Yes, um. Sorry about that. How do we make what work?"

An insecure expression took over his face. "Ya know. Interspecies love and all that."

You smiled and outstretched your arm to rest your hand on his shoulder. You gave it a quick squeeze before saying, "Your- hm.. He was very unexpected. I admit that I did find him intriguing before we ever talked. I ran into him one day and one thing happened after another and boom. Here we are. He takes care of me. He's kind. I can see he cares a lot about you and I love that about him."

He nodded and looked worriedly into your eyes. "He.. is really hard to get a read on sometimes. He does some not so good things, but he seems to care a lot for the people close to him. It's really confusing."

Your throat tightened as you tried to decide the best way to ask what Spider meant before Miles stepped into your room and poked his head in the bathroom. His nose wrinkled in confusion, his features strikingly similar to the expression Spider had made earlier.

"What the hell are you two doin'?"

You looked back at Spider, grinning mischievously at each other. You looked back to Miles and wiggled your fingers at him. "Skincare, honey. Wanna join?"

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Our Infinity of Stars (pt. 4)

Hey y'all!! Sorry its a bit later than usual, I totally forgot to do the timed posting thing. My bad lol

on an unrelated note:

ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY (gonna be honest, it wasn't the best one yet, but def not the worst...)

Anywho, as always, I appreciate you guys so much, hope y'all like this part, I'm close to done writing the story, just need to get it chunked out for posting.

Enjoy lovelies!!

After a long day, everyone gathered on a rock on the far end of the beach furthest down from the village, a place all the older kids liked to hang out. Tuk had wanted to go home, exhausted from the play and swimming of the day. The rest of us, The older Sully kids, my siblings and I, the metkayina kids, all started trading stories of our lives.

“Okay, I am dying to ask.” I had turned to where Neteyam sat across the fire from me. “How in the hell did you become Toruk Makto? The full story, not the half-assed version from the other day.”

A proud grin slid across his features as he launched into the story, sitting down next to me.

“I was in the midst of battle. The clan next to ours had been relentless and were closing in. My ikran, Seze, may the great mother reunite our souls, had been shot down. As I fell, a great shadow, the last shadow, dove after me. He extended a kuru towards me and safely got us to the rockface. I was, of course, terrified. I was injured, couldn’t walk, and he knew that. As I tried to hide away in a small cave I knew he couldn’t follow me into, he stepped in my path and hissed before extending the kuru again.

When we flew back into that battle, the last big battle, it rallied the spirits of the warriors. We somehow drove away those cowards. They haven’t been too much trouble since.

Anywho, it was easier to get more stuff to bring with us when we had Takutai with us, bigger back and stronger wings and all.”

The group stared wide-eyed at him, and I shared a smirk with Adib. “Somebody needs to be more original, one of the best warriors of his generation, Toruk Makto, became so the same way his mother became Palulukan Makto, c’mon ‘Teyam, be more original.”

“Somebody’s jealous.” He chided, wrinkling his nose at me.

Everyone laughed, and a new group of the other teenagers neared, introducing themselves as they sat down.

“Toruk Makto, that’s a huge title.” One of the girls, Leilani, commented to Neteyam, a hand brushing over his arm.

He pushed her touch away politely, “Yes, I just did what my people needed from me.”

I looked back towards the beach where a training party had just returned, their raucous laughter carrying over even the crash of the waves against the rock.

Everyone shifted as they neared, making room for everyone. I cringed as Ralak situated himself in between myself and Neteyam, knowing I was in for a long evening.

“Rani, what was the salve you gave me earlier? It worked wonders.” Adib’s voice drifted across the fire to me.

“It’s dapophet and a mixture of other roots.” I responded, happy for the distraction. “A recipe from back home, but with the numbing properties of some other plants from around here.”

Adib nodded, and Ninat started asking me more about the mixture. I shifted to go and sit next to her, shooting a small smile across to Neteyam and the Sullys as I went.

We talked more about our shared passion in healing, and sometime along Kiri joined in our conversations alongside Tsireya. The other girls formed their own group and the boys wandered off to do their own thing. After yawning for the fifth time in a row, I finally stood. “Sorry guys, I’m getting really tired. Gonna head home.”

The girls all agreed, and as a group we all walked back towards the village, separating once we entered it with soft goodnights and smiles.

“Princess! Wait up!” I turned to see Neteyam jogging up the beach towards me, and I stopped to let him catch up. “I’m surprised you're still out and about. Last I remember you had a strict curfew of two hours past eclipse.”

Laughing I replied, “Yeah, well that was your curfew, and I didn’t want to have to hang around your fan club after you were gone.”

He shoved me lightly. “They were not a fan club. More like stalkers who ruined half my solo-hunts.”

We continued to banter, stopping a bit away from the other mauris so we could continue talking without worrying about waking anybody, sitting down on the beach in a small cove area just around the corner.

“The water is so beautiful at night. I thought the forest had nice lakes and whatnot, but this is breathtaking.” Neteyam breathed, eyes focused on the water swirling around his ankles. He smirked as he looked over to where I had splashed the water to make the algae glow brighter. “Baby legs. You have to sit so much closer to the water to make your ankles reach.”

I feigned insult. “It’s not my fault your legs are like a gazillion feet tall!”

He laughed and splashed me lightly, not saying anything.

“I always preferred the stars.” I stood and moved back from the water’s edge, to where no trees would obscure my vision. “You can always find the same ones no matter where you are.” Neteyam laid down on the sand next to my feet, patting the spot next to him silently.

I sat down, immediately shivering at the cool breeze that had stirred up from across the waves, and Neteyam pulled me into his side, an arm around me to keep me there and awakening butterflies in my stomach. “How the hell do you always run so warm?” I asked, calming my voice and wrapping an arm around his middle to stay in his warm embrace.

He rubbed a large hand up and down my side, trying to create friction. “Not my fault you always run so cold.” he mumbled into my hair. I played with the beads of his songcord, rubbing my thumb on the reef shell he’d strung on to the end.

He shifted a little under me, and I glanced up. “My arm’s going a little numb.” He explained.

I shifted onto his chest, “Better for me, I get to be warmer.” I muttered against the necklace he always wore. A chuckle sounded through his chest, and I smiled at the sound, ignoring the tingling in my gut. We stared up at the stars, and I let my eyes slide shut as I listened to the rumble of his voice through his chest as he told me his father’s stories of life beyond the stars.

~ᐧ~ “What the hell is going on here?” I awoke to see Ralak standing over me, hands on his hips as he scowled at Neteyam.

I blinked the spots from my vision as I gathered my surroundings. “Shit, we fell asleep.” I groaned to Neteyam. He hummed in response, offering a hand to pull me up.

I saw as Ralak straightened up as if he was about to start something, so I made up some excuse of Tsahik Ronal needing Neteyam and I today.

We did end up at the tent, but there was no help the Tsahik needed, so we decided to go search out the other Sullys, who were sure to be with my brother. “I’m not going to go looking for Rina or Ateyo, I’m sure they’ll show up soon.”

“Maybe they’re all at the beach, they mentioned really liking that one spot with the shade one time.”

I nodded, and we set off in that direction.

“Aw, look at his little baby tail!” I saw the Metkayina boys circling around Lo’ak and Adib, who were pushing their way out of their grip.

“Leave us alone!” I saw Kiri standing off to the side, and without a second thought, both Neteyam and I ran towards the group.

Neteyam strode over to Aonung, shoving him off of Lo’ak as I put myself in front of Kiri, both of us knowing Adib can very well hold his own, but also that Lo’ak was young and angry, and Kiri was more of a pacifist.

“Leave them alone.” Neteyam growled out. He pushed a finger into Aonung’s chest, “back off.” He warned.

Aonung stepped back, hands raised in surrender.

“Good choice. And from now on, I’m gonna need you to respect my sister.” Neteyam looked at the group, making sure each heard his words.

The Metkayina boys had backed away, and I turned to see Kiri sticking her tongue out at them. I smirked, inclinding my head to signal them to leave. Neteyam pushed Lo’aks head as he turned, and I stood next to him, waiting for Lo’ak to start walking. I glanced back at Neteyam, who again tried to get Lo’ak to leave.

Lo’ak got into Aonung’s face, balling up a fist. I glanced up at the sky before making eye contact with Adib. “Hey, ‘Dib, I think Kiri wanted to ask you something.”

He nodded and walked away from the group, knowing it’d be too messy for him to get more involved. By the time he reached her, Lo’ak had already knocked Aonung to the ground, and Aonung was launching himself at Lo’ak’s legs.

They scuffled, and then one of Aonung’s goons slapped Lo’ak in the face with his tail.

Neteyam scratched his head, and joined in the fight. “You’re stupid!” Kiri shouted from next to Adib. Lo’ak was screeching about his tail, and was dragging a whining Aonung by the ear as he was pulled back. I giggled as I watched the fight, and after a few minutes saw that the Sully’s were outnumbered.

“That’s enough now!” I tried to stop them, but of course I was ignored. With an exaggerated salute to Adib and Kiri, I stepped into the fray and tried again to get their attention. Aonung tried shoving me out of his way, and within a second he was on his back holding his nose and curled in a ball. The fighting ceased, and I brushed off the sand from my leg as I straightened up. “Are you done?” I raised a brow at all the boys, then cringed as I heard Jake’s voice boom from behind me. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

~ᐧ~ “What was the one thing I asked? The one thing!” Jake had diffused the situation and was now shouting at the three of us, the boys sporting some cuts, bruises, and scrapes while I had only bruised knuckles.

We all hung our heads and answered, “Stay out of trouble.”

Neteyam stepped up, myself right on his heels. “It was my fault.”

Jake narrowed his eyes, ears twitching backwards. “I don’t think so. You gotta stop takin’ the heat for this knucklehead.”

Lo’ak stepped forward, “Look Dad, Aonung was Picking on Kiri. Called her a freak.”

Jake sighed, then sent us off to go make peace. He grabbed Neteyam and I before we could walk out. “So what’d the other guys look like?”

“Worse.”

“That’s good.”

Neteyam grinned, glancing over at me. “Alot worse.”

Jake sent us off, clearly looking to find Kiri to make sure she was okay. “C’mon “Teyam. Let’s fix you up.” The two of us ducked into my tent, and I grabbed a bowl of clean water and a towel to wipe up his scratches. “Sit on the counter, it’ll be easier for everybody.”

Neteyam compiled, and I settled myself between his legs as I started to carefully wipe at his wounds, crouching down to get a nasty one on his calf. I worked my way up, changing towels as I moved from his legs to his arms, and then again to his torso.

“Did it hurt to get these?” Neteyam asked as he traced the tattoo that ran from the side of my ribcage dowm my thigh, resembling the markings on Syura. His eyes were glued to my skin as he felt the slight raised texture of the marking.

I smiled, “At first, yes. But I had already gotten a few,” I shifted to show him the art on the inside of my bicep, “It’s an ikran made in the traditional Metkayina style.” I explained and his fingers traced the lines of it too.

One arm wrapped around to trace my spine, “And this one?” He whispered as he finally looked up at me.

I wrinkled my nose, “That one wasn’t very fun. I made it really simple on purpose.”

The hand that was still resting on my hip twirled me around, and he traced the linework of the simple pattern that ran down my back. “Your songcord?” Neteyam asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I nodded, and he leaned back to once again feel the swirls underneath his touch. “Your birth stuck between two clans, your siblings…” He trailed off, and I looked over my shoulder to a furrow on his brow. “Is this one Syura?”

“Mhm. Syura means energy, so energy symbols kinda in a very abstract shape of wings.”

His finger trailed to the next shape, “being old enough for curfew to be pushed back but still sneaking out for stargazing?”

“It was a fun experience!”

He huffed out a laugh, “Whatever you say, princess. Getting ranked as a top warrior, becoming part of my family, completing your tsakarem training, and this one?”

His hands had stopped on my lower back, near a large diamond shape. “That’s for when Ateyo officially stole my sister away. The next one too. Evil twins, ugh. Gotta hate ‘em.”

Neteyam grinned, “yeah, I can’t believe he won that bet.”

“What bet?”

Neteyam gaped for a moment, before sighing. “We kinda made a bet when we were like 12 over which one of us will get a mate first. I had to do any punishments Ateyo got for two months after he won.”

“And what if you’d won?” I asked, twisting around to face him.

“He’d have had to teach the soon-to-be warriors for two months. The ones who had decided that they already were ready to go off on their hunts and everything.”

I laughed, leaning into his chest as his arms once again hooked around to rest on the last marking on the chain. “And this one?”

“That’s for when we joined the Metkayina clan.” I pulled back to reach around him and grab a new cloth. “Close your eyes.” I softly instructed.

He complied, resting his hands on my hips again as I dabbed cool water on the black eye already forming. He hissed as I got to a particularly sensitive part, tapping twice on my hip in our silent signal of ‘it’s alright’ at my quick apology.

“Okay, you can open.” I stepped back to grab another, gentler salve for the cuts on his face. I applied the salve and lightly blew on it to help with the sting when I saw his face twitch in pain. “Must you always put others first? You protect your family, sure. Take the blame for Lo’ak every time, fine. But you don’t have to silence your pain just for me. I swear, I don’t feel bad in the slightest about making your wounds sting.”

Neteyam’s lips pulled into a wide grin, and this time he didn’t try to hide his wince as it pulled on the cut situated there. “And why’s that, Paskalin?”

I grabbed his chin and started wiping at the wound. “Paskalin? You haven’t called me that in ages.”

“Well, you’re sweet, and you like berries, so ‘sweet berry’ is a fitting pet name. You never answered my question though.”

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the salve. “Like I said, you like putting yourself in danger too much, and you put everyone and everything above your own needs. This is my little revenge.”

The side of his mouth I wasn’t working on quirked. “So basically your ‘v’ is for vendetta?”

I lightly slapped his bicep, laughing at his pouting expression. “Pretty much, yeah you could say that. But seriously though,” I grabbed his face to make sure he was hearing me. “Stop putting others above yourself.”

He raised a hand from my hip, holding up his last finger. “Pinky promise.”

“You do know those are practically legally binding, right?” I said, hooking my own ‘pinky’ with his.

“I know. And I also know you’ve gotta-” he pecked my cheek “seal it with a kiss.”

I scrunch my nose before lightly placing a kiss on his nose. “Happy?”

“It’ll do.” He hopped off the counter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

He strode to the entrance as I asked “What kind of business, exactly?”

He turned in the doorway as I gathered the towels from cleaning him up. “The kind where I ‘apologize’ and vaguely threaten that skawng for calling my sister a freak.”

I threw one of the towels at his head, which he deftly ducked and caught. “Nice try, paskalin!” He shouted as he walked away tossing the towel in his own mauri as he went.

“So you’re just fucking him now, huh?”

I turned to see Ralak’s tall frame standing right behind the side of my mauri, a disgusted look across his face.

“Were you eavesdropping the entire time?” I was shocked and backed away out of the entrance to my mauri

“Long enough to hear you kiss him. We ended things two months ago. They’ve been here a week at best. What-”

I had stopped listening, “I thought I told you to stay away from me.” I turned and started walking away, but his hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, his face had morphed into one of pain.

“Please, ‘Rani. I asked you to be my mate, I proposed to you. Please don’t leave me like this. I can’t lose you.”

“You did the moment you went and slept with someone else the second we disagreed about something. I’m sorry you can’t live with your own actions, but that’s for you to figure out. Without me. Say hi to Leilani for me.” With this, I quickly walked the other direction from Ralak, not bothering to turn, the Tsahik always needs some kind of help. She’ll be able to stop Ralak as well, should he follow me.

[skarke]

aerie: part 2

chapter 12

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   Ever since Shiggy had to pry me off of him this morning, I've felt a little down.

When me and Shiggy are together, I feel whole. I feel confident, valued, loved. But as soon as he's gone, everything starts to crumble. I start to feel like I did when I spent all those years alone. I feel like a low-life, self-centered criminal, without any real aspirations besides getting a thrill here and there by doing something illegal. I start to realize that I'm just a villain that cares for nothing and no one besides my lover and his dreams. Which is great and all, I'm glad I have so much love and devotion to give to the person that I adore so much. But without him... without my Shiggy here to experience it, am I really worth anything at all?

I kick rocks down my commute to UA. The stupid school that's taken me from my comfortable spot by my boyfriend's side. I start to wonder if it's even worth it, to be apart from my rock just for a little project that I don't even care about.

But as soon as I walk in the doors of the school, like a switch has flipped, everything changes. My feelings suddenly go from lonely and dejected to excited and alive. When Kiri catches up to me ranting and raving about the anime he's watching, when Katsuki shoots me a dirty look when I walk in the classroom, when Aizawa gets onto me for doodling in my notebook instead of paying attention in English class, I feel like I'm a part of something. Instead of putting all of my energy into collecting information, I put it into getting in character. When I'm here at this school, I'm no longer Aerie the supervillain. I'm Kaiya Miyasaki, my quirk is glitch, and I'm training to be a hero. I look forward to training and interacting with my classmates, just as if I was one of them. I absolutely love showing off to the others, as well as bettering my fighting skills quirk. This is the most fun I've had in years, and sometimes I forget the reason I'm even here in the first place.

   When Aizawa announces the sports festival, the first thing that runs across my mind isn't the opportunities I have as a villain, it's excitement of getting to compete alongside my peers.

   And to be honest, I'm starting to get confused as to where to draw the line. I know getting in character will help me with lying, and staying undercover is top priority. But I don't think I was supposed to get to the point where I actually enjoy going to this school. I don't think I was supposed to actually care about the friends that I've made, or respect the teachers I learn from. That's actually the scary part. I know I'm supposed to hate All Might, I mean my boyfriends whole objective is to kill the guy. But for some reason, as long as I'm within these walls, I find him kinda... cool.

And don't even get me started on Katsuki. I don't know exactly what it is about him that mesmerizes me so much, but watching him spit in the face of the status quo, insult, bully, and yell his way to to top, it's invigorating to this character of mine. Watching him tell the group of students huddled at the door that he's gonna win no matter what, it has me absolutely enthralled.

"Wait, don't leave yet," I say to Kiri, "I gotta do something real quick." I push past the people that are still gathered at the door, making my way into the hall. "Wait up, kitty kat!" I call as I catch up to the man of the hour that has me in absolute awe. I don't know if it's Aerie or Kai that admires his confidence so much, but I just can't resist the urge to experience it up close.

"Oh my god," he groans, "Stop following me!"

"No way!" I say as I skip up next to him. "You're just such a joy to be around, I'd miss you too much," I say with a smile. I'm sure he thinks I'm being sarcastic, but I'm dead serious. A day at UA without watching Katsuki be himself is a day wasted.

He rolls his eyes. "You're annoying," he says.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna kick your ass at the sports festival," I tease, satisfying my uncontrollable urge to try and get a reaction from the guy. "You may have all these guys intimidated, But I know that I'm stronger than you. I've proved it, actually."

His cool guy attitude quickly disappears. "Shut up!" he yells, "You haven't proved shit! You beat me once and now you think you're hot shit, and you're not!"

I try my hardest not to swoon at the beautiful sound of his raspy shouts of pure rage and testosterone. "I have, and I am," I sing. "I'll prove it at the sports festival." My threats are far from empty, there's nothing I'd enjoy more than to see the look on his face when I take first place.

He narrows his eyes. "I'll kill you at the sports festival, glitch girl."

Death threats! Oh, god. I can't get enough.

"I'd love to see you try!" I say excitedly. And now that I've gotten my fix in, I skip away, over to where Kiri is waiting for me at the end of the hall.

"What'd you go and say to him now?" Kiri chuckles as we start to walk together.

"That I was gonna beat him at the sports festival," I say with a smile.

He furrows his brow. "Wait, I'm confused. Do you want to be his friend, or do you want him to hate you?"

"I don't want to be his friend, I am his friend!"

Kiri raises an eyebrow. "You are?"

"Uh, duh. That's why he intervened between me and that villain at USJ. He didn't want me, his friend, getting hurt. And on top of that, he told me that I was the best of the best at UA. He loves me!" I say with a proud smile.

"Whatever you say, man," Kiri says, shaking his head.

"What, you don't think so?"

"Hey, I don't wanna put you down. If you really think that, then that's how it is."

I roll my eyes. "You're too nice. Tell it like it is! Bakugo totally hates my guts."

Kiri furrows his brow in confusion. "But you just said he loves you."

"He does! He loves my talent and charming personality, and hates my irritating pestering and persistence. It's the perfect balance, a great foundation for any friendship."

   "Yeah, I still don't get it."

   "What's not to get?"

"If you know what you're gonna say will make him hate you, why do you say it?"

   "Because him hating me is what I like about him!"

   "Well, tell me this. Do you love Bakugo, or hate him?"

Damn. Hitting me with those hard hitting questions. That is a good one, though.

   Do I hate Bakugo? I'm certainly not nice to him, that's for sure. I'm usually as sweet as can be to the people I love, so it wouldn't really make sense for me to want to pester and bother him all the time if I didn't hate him.

   However, I saved him from getting mauled by Nomu at the price of getting choked out by my lover, so I have to have some sort of liking towards the guy, right?

Well, let me start here: What is there that I hate about Katsuki? Hmm. His attitude? Nah, I actually enjoy that. His ego? Nah, I respect that. So what do I actually dislike about him? Well, I guess the fact that he's a wannabe hero is annoying. But somehow, I don't really look down on him for that. In fact, I admire his passion and drive, even though it's for something I've spent so much of my life being against. Is there really anything about him that I don't respect or enjoy? Huh. I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Now this: What do I like about him? Well, there's a lot of things. I think my favorite is his voice. The sound it makes when he's insulting me is like music to my ears for some unknown reason. Ok, what else? Hm. Well, the raw emotion he shows with every word and expression is pretty fascinating. He's confrontational like I am, I'm sure he'd rather duke it out with someone than be manipulative and shady, and that's a quality that I like to see in people. He also doesn't seem to care about what anyone thinks of him, which is rare nowadays, and I think that's pretty cool. Not to mention that quirk that he uses with such power and expertise, which is absolutely riveting to watch. He has a cool guy attitude but is actually kind of a nerd when it comes to classwork, and that's pretty cute, I think. And don't get me started on how fun he is to look at. The way he sags his pants and refuses to wear a tie, reflecting his cool guy attitude, it's just perfect. The way his unruly blonde hair matches his explosive personality, I love it. And the way those sharply angled eyes glimmer every time he gets set off, I like that too. His face is nice, just in general. Not to mention the guy is fuckin built. Man, the way his toned arms look in that hero outfit makes me feel things. He's actually kinda dreamy, now that I think about it.

   So I guess I like... pretty much every attribute he has. Huh.

   Wait.

This may be a problem.

Kiri waves his hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to Kai."

I shake my head at the crazy thoughts that are going through my mind. "Oh. Hey."

"Are you good?"

"Huh? Yeah. I'm great."

"You checked out for a second there."

"Ha. Yeah," I check my wrist like there's a watch there when there's clearly not. "Oh, damn. Look at the time. Um, I forgot, I got this thing, so I'm gonna..." And before I can butcher that lie even more, I beam the hell out of there, down the hall and through the front doors of the school.

I keep my head down as I walk as quickly as possible down the steps, away from this damned place that's jumbling up my thoughts and making me think that I'm actually having fun at a hero school. The same damned place that's making me think that I could have the hots for a wannabe hero!

God fucking damnit. There's a fucking reason I've never asked myself questions about my infatuation with the sludge guy. Subconsciously, I must've known how bad this could be. God, Shiggy was right! He knew before I did! And now that it's been brought to my attention, I can't run away from the truth. I really like that Bakugo guy. Like, really like. He's smart, attractive, interesting, strong, everything that I like in a man. He scratches my brain. He fills a void. He excites me, which is saying a lot, I'm not easily entertained. But when I'm around him, the giddy feeling I usually only get by pulling off heists never leaves my throat. And now that I've brought all of these feelings to the surface, they'll be impossible to hide.

I'm screwed.

   I pull out my phone to text Shiggy, praying I can get my mind off of this track before it's too late. Fuck, Shiggy! I have a whole ass boyfriend, and I'm getting a school crush on an asshole like Katsuki Bakugo?! What the hell is wrong with me?! That damned hero prep school, it's getting me all confused!

   -hey alleycat pls call me

   I make my way to my apartment building, the whole time trying to convince myself that it's all make believe, that I'm confusing myself with this Kaiya character that I've created in my head.

   That's all it is, right?! It's normal for a girl at UA to get a crush on a classmate, but it's not real, it's all just a part of the character I created! I only pretend to flirt with him, because that's what Kaiya would do, right?! Not because I want to!

   I make my way up the steps to my apartment, fiddling with the keys and bursting through my door. I throw my backpack on the ground and go straight to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

   When I look up, with my school uniform on and my perfect looking makeup, I hardly recognize myself.

   I tear off my uniform, frantically putting on my usual tshirt and pajama pants, then go back to the bathroom to wash the preppy looking makeup off my face. Once my face is clean, I take my eyeliner and smudge it all around my eyes. I take my hands and mess up my hair, then take a step back.

   There I am.

   I breathe a deep sigh of relief as I let go of all of the feelings of someone else, as I realize the thoughts I was having were not mine.

   I don't really have a crush on Bakugo, I'm not really friends with Kirishima, I don't really want to compete in the sports festival, that's all just a part of the character I've created. Kai's not me. I'm not Kai. I'm Aerie. Aerie, the co-leader of the League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki's girlfriend, the Robinhood of the new world. I want to kill All Might, not be taught by him. Pro-heroes are my enemies, not my teachers. The other students at UA aren't my peers or allies, they're my targets.

next chapter

[dragondevinity]

Posting this in one post because I want people to have the parts actually in order :)!

Y/n and the Sully kids

You were five when Neteyam was born, you automatically became the caretaker of him once Neytiri and Jake saw how much Neteyam liked you and how you looked after him, you were young but were always good with him.

When Lo’ak was born nearly the same thing happened but he was more clingy towards you, then Kiri got adopted shortly after and also would cling to you like her little life depended on you.

As all three started growing up around you, they all decided that you were going to be protected by them because of how you looked, you were so innocent looking that you looked way to young as if you were younger than them, this kept happening until even after Tuk was born and up to when they had to leave to go to Tonowari’s clan.

You guys all landed together with a crowd forming around seven of you, you got your tail touched gently by Ronal, “Eep!” You say as you jump slightly like a cat, this caused a reaction from three of the Sully kids, “y/n are you okay?” Neteyam asked looking at you, “are you hurt??” Lo’ak asked frantically pulling you to him slightly, “y/n what happened?” Kiri said lovingly, they all did this at the same time, “Child why are you with them?” Ronal says making you turn to her in shock, “I’m a family friend, I’ve been with them since the oldest was born basically” you state confusing Ronal, before she could ask anything else her Husband reached the group causing her to smile at you and then turn back to herself when she walks to her husband, you then got ushered between Neteyam and Lo’ak making everyone look at you for a while including Tonowari and again Ronal, then when everyone got back to topic you zoned out for abit.

“Y/n they’re leading us to my family’s marui come on” Lo’ak said bringing you out of it, you followed and sometimes got look’s from people in the village, Ronal then came to the marui the sullys and you are now occupying to talk, once inside she sits, “okay child why are you with the Sullys?” She asks nicely, “oh sorry I thought I answered this before-” you say before getting interrupted, “ah funny for you to ask, she’s been a close friend to the family since our oldest Neteyam was born” Jake reply’s confused, “wait she has? She looks so young compared to your oldest and middle kids!” Ronal states baffled, “she was five when Neteyam was born” Neytiri says before continuing to unpack what she could, this confused Ronal even more but she was kind of happy, y/n seemed so innocent to her but also like a good influence for her son, she got up and left but not before smiling and waving at y/n who waved and smiled back, maybe you could be friends with her son, who knows….

I hope you like this little story, there might be a second part if I feel like it :) anyway have a lovely day bye!

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Y/n and the sully kids (pt 2)

It was time for the sully kids to be taught the ways of this clan.

You guys were learning how to ride ilu’s, some had better luck than others, “you’re not doing half bad forest girl” Aonung says to you a smile tugging at his lips, “thank you” you say happy to be getting along with him even slightly, “y/n would you like me to teach you how to breathe properly?” Aonung asks, you nodded smiling softly at him, “that would be lovely thank you Aonung” you say, Aonung looked away as to hide his face that flushed slightly, this earned looks from the sullys and his sister.

Time skip

You were walking by yourself in the village, people waved at you smiling while you passed, this confused you but you smiled and waved back happily, then you were spotted by Ronal, “ah! Y/n there you are!” She states with a small smile, “I wanted to talk to you” she says, you nodded and followed her to her Marui where her husband and kids were, she shoes her kids out so it’s just you, her and Tonowari, “how are you liking it here so far sweetie?” She coo’s, “i-it’s wonderful” you reply, “good good, I wanted to ask you how my son Aonung treats you” she says, “oh- he treats me wonderfully, he’s a great friend to me, but he doesn’t get along with Neteyam, Lo’ak or kiri that well sadly” you say, “I’m glad he treats you well, now you are of age right?” She says much to her husband’s surprise, “Ronal she looks so young though!” Tonowari stated confused, “hush you!” She says shushing him, “ah- yes that is correct! I’m five years older then Neteyam” you state, Tonowari looks dumbfounded at you now making you giggle a bit, “good good, Please consider Aonung as your mate! I would be honoured if you were his mate” she says making Tonowari snap out of it and look at you, then at his wife, then back to you, “wait you want me to mate- with your son??” You reply starting to flush, just then people barge in, one of them picked you up and ran back out, after the shock went away from the ordeal you looked at who was carrying you, it was Neteyam, you blushed even more out of embarrassment, “w-what’s happening? Why did you take me from there??” You asked confused, he stayed silent as he slowed down to a stop, soon his siblings met up with the both of you, “ok y/n is here with us away from them.” Neteyam said getting smiles from Lo’ak and kiri, “what’s going on?” You ask still confused, “well we all caught on that each of us was trying to set you up with someone so you could have a mate, we are not letting you mate with anyone unless we confirm they are good for you” kiri says in response, “wait what!! You decided to play match maker??” You asked starting to giggle, they all nodded in response, you stop giggling and sigh, “thank you three for looking out for me but I’ll be fine” you state getting nods in return, “now I’m going to go back and apologise to Ronal!” You state now leaving after giving them a smile.

You apologised to Ronal and then went about your day without any further hassle.

I hope you enjoyed this part I have no idea if there will be a part three. Have a lovely day bye!!

[luffythinker]

Got a repair but I'm starved for content because it virtually doesnt exist and I'm not sure how or when to make them fall in love

Sero/Kirishima

Sero stance

I feel like Sero is almost in the same boat as mina as in "I'm not sure I quite know what love is" and he's always with Kami and Kiri but something about being with Kiri is just magnetizing that he never wants to leave he used to walk home with him + the rest of the squad when they didnt live in the dorms and be excited to see and interact with him on a daliy basis

He never can actually decide if its actually love hes feeling or just a really close friendship he loves teasing the poor shark boy loves ganging up on the other squad members to tease them and just alone time hanging out with Kiri whether it be at school or one of their houses he just loves spending time with him training with him even if he loses half of the time

Finding himself with a hint of jealousy when his red head friend spends most of his time with Bakugo but not too jealous because he doesnt understand what hes even jealous about if that makes since

They are both so casual about their relationship that they've even kissed never on the mouth but necks,cheeks,close to the mouth but never the mouth he still cant pin point if something's there for him

Whens the part where he actually falls in love he wonders on the weekly

Kirishima stance

Kirishima is absolutely fascinated with Sero as his buddy the thought of going further never actually crossing his mind until the kissing starts then he has a crush Sero he wants to spend all his time with Sero but he chalks it up to "oh we're just friends this sometimes kissing thing we do it doesnt mean anything we are just a means to the others end" but does he himself really believe that? Is it crossing a line when you actively want to kiss your buddy? And make him happy? And you be the one who makes him happy I ways nobody else should? He can't wait for Hanta to drag him to their secret spot (which is like your basic anime track shed where they keep the equipment for sports) so he can wrap his arms around the taller and make out he looks forward to it even if they dont do it everyday he enjoys the special time with Sero he has and also cannot confirm if this is truly love but he knows he has a huge awkward crush

Neither of them know what to do or how to handle it and never speak about the things they probably should talk about they just continue on this way

I'm so sorry for taking so long I honestly did not have a good week and had no energy to reply to my asks but I'm here now and I am INVESTED

u gave me "He never can actually decide if its actually love hes feeling or just a really close friendship" and I give you aromantic Sero, he just does not get what romantic love is and is always really confused by couples and romance around him so it's one of the reasons why it took so fucking long for him to realize he actually felt Something for Kirishima. but to be fair, for him it doesn't change much, he just really wants to kiss him and hold hands

about Kirishima though... I think he is definitely very romantic and was the first one to realize Feelings between the two of them (after he tried to gaslit himself into thinking they were just very manly friends haha), I think he struggles with keeping himself in check around Sero just so he doesn't scare him away

I wonder how these two would confess or get together, I will be giving this a thought this upcoming week!

[hotwings0203]

Thinking thots about bully/teasing bakugo and kirishima who gang up on you 24/7

Tw: noncon, bullying

Kiri would be the middleman, trying to act as your savior (even tho he acts just as bad as bakugo sometimes) and bakugo would ofc be the instigator at all times

They constantly harass you, sometimes kiri will playfully snatch up your homework which you were so diligently working on and hold it behind his back, just so you can lunge your arms around his middle and try to grasp it behind him. But it’s too late, he’s already dropped the paper and grabbed your wrists so you’re trapped with your arms around him. Bakugo sees the opportunity to cop a feel, snickering when you squeal and thrash against kiri’s bulky body (much to kiris delight ofc)

“Come on bakugo, don’t tease her so much. Look at how nervous you’re making the poor thing!”

“Shut the hell up shitty hair, if she really hated this she’d call for help.”

But something tells you they wouldn’t give you a chance even if you wanted to call out, based on the way they bare their fangs at you and tighten their hold on your body.

If they feel like you’re ignoring them and not giving them the attention they want, you’ll soon feel erasers bounced off your head from the back of the class, and various catcalls. When you whip your head around to glare at them, you’re met with an innocent smile from the redhead and a disgusting leer from the hothead.

“The fuck are you looking at princess? See something you like?”

“Don’t be so harsh on her man. But hey, Y/N, if you’ve already got your attention on us, could you come over here for a sec? We need some help on this assignment.”

You can’t say no after seeing Bakugo’s hand glow a fiery orange under the table, his show of quirk scaring you into scuttling over to their table.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re not really struggling at all on the assignment, bakugo especially. Kiri was the only one who had legitimate questions, but you knew bakugo could always help him without your presence.

They pressure you into coming to their dorms later in the evening to aid their studies, giving half assed excuses for the choice of time with grunts of “we have trainings the afternoon, wouldn’t expect your weak ass to understand,” followed by an arm swat from Kiri.

You make it into their dorm, wishing they had picked a library instead (that idea was shut down when kirishima sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and gave you puppy eyes, whining about how he can’t focus in public settings)

The boys have cleaned up nicely, surprisingly. It takes no time to settle down onto their couch and opening up your projects, going over the problems they concocted. It almost seems too perfect, both are shockingly mute in their usual abuse, even though they sit a little too close for comfort. You brush it off in favor of focusing on explaining various formulas that even bakugo himself doesn’t quite understand.

But your ease is short lived when you feel two pairs of hands wandering up to your thighs.

You try to subtly push kiri’s big hands away from the juncture of your legs, but he merely activates his quirk and grips your skin tighter.

Abruptly trying to stand up fails too, as bakugo yanks your arm towards himself, causing you to stumble and fall back against his heavy chest. His own meaty fingers trail down the valley of your shirt, pulling down your V-neck shirt. You cry out for them to stop, that you want to go home, but you’re silenced when a hand claps over your mouth so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next day.

Your hands flail around, trying to hit whatever they come in contact with but are promptly seized as well.

You can feel kiri grab your chin with his hardened hands, and he yanks your head to look at him

He doesn’t have puppy dog eyes anymore. Bakugo chuckles as he hears your muffled whimpers, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your back.

“We’ve tried being nice and patient with you babe, okay? You were the one who came here at your own will, so don’t try and fight us now. Be a good girl for me and bakugo, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.”

Nice? Coming at your own will? They truly were crazy, you thought as you felt the jagged edges of the hardened hand make small cuts and scraped against your jaw.

To prove his point, bakugo activated his quirk to heat up at the same time kirishima went halfway hard on his hand. You wail against your makeshift gag, but refuse to fight back any further, opting for their mercy instead.

They get the idea, and they deactivate their quirks in favor of striking various parts of your body, hands creeping in and out of your clothes, dipping into tight crevices across your figure.

“Well look at that. What’s wrong slut, don’t wanna fight your big, bad bullies anymore? That’s cute. I’m honestly not surprised a weak little fuck like you gave up so easily, I’m almost disappointed in how predictable you are.”

He removes his hand and starts to rub the undersides of your tits, relishing at how soft they are.

“Please, please don’t-I have to...to meet up with Mina and Jirou later! They’re gonna wonder where I am!” You make up some bullshit excuse as a last resort to salvation, but your heart drops as their ministrations merely gain aggression.

“Yeah? At this time of the night? Wow, I knew you were weak but after helping us with all that schoolwork I wouldn’t have suspected you’re brain dead also. Better luck next time with a more believable excuse, little bitch.” You yelp as the blond ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into your neck.

“We’ll just have to show you that you belong here, with and under us. Your friends can wait until later...unless you think they’re more important than us?” Kiri glares at you from between your legs.

You meekly shake your head, and he lets out a happy hum as he rips off your pants.

At least you had the right mind to not mention hanging out with other boys, too.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Cuddle Bunny

Pro Hero!Kirishima x reader with a bunny quirk

So I learned that professional cuddling is a thing and I think Kirishima would go to a Cuddle Cafe. He becomes a little too attached to his professional cuddle buddy with a bunny quirk. 

tw: smut, yandere, alludes to a breeding kink

AN: I love the concept of pro heroes going to cuddle clubs because they just want to be cared for. I’m working on a part two for Kirishima and want to write a cuddle cafe for another character eventually. Let me know which hero you think could use a trip to the cafe?

Kirishima has a secret. Nothing bad or necessarily illegal, just sort of embarrassing. See, being a pro hero is great but keeps him busy. Too busy to go on dates and he was never good at one night stands.

Then he heard about something called under ground cuddle cafes. They had become quite popular over the past few years. They weren't against the law. It was just a place someone can go to spend intimacy with another person.

He thought it was a cute idea. Basically all the pillow talk and cuddles without sex or expectations.

For a while he didn't request anyone specific. He was just happy to have someone to talk with and get some oxytocin release.

But then he met you. There was just something about you that drew him in. Maybe it was the way you insisted on having him rest his head in your soft lap while you played with his hair. Most of the other servers just went straight to cuddling on the pile of pillows and soft pads that made up a bed.

You always asked him questions and weren't afraid to tease him when he got too worked up talking about some of his Hero duties.

You had the most adorable bunny quirk and you joked that your floppy bunny ears made you an amazing listener.

He would melt as you cupped his cheeks in your hand.

He started to request you by name and if you were off on a day he came in, he would leave and come back when you were there.

You smelt sweet like cotton candy. And sometimes he would fall asleep. When that happened you wouldn't wake him up, instead allowing the session to run longer but always insisting that there was no need for him to pay for the additional time. After all, a hero needs rest, you would remind him.

He always made sure to leave you an extra good tip on those days.

On the days the two of you would lay down you always offered to give him back massage.

Sometimes the two of you would bicker over who could be the big spoon, but you always caved and let him curl around you. His face would be buried in your hair, nuzzling closer to your ears.

He asked you how you were always able to stay awake; you said it would be unprofessional to fall asleep at work.

Kirishima felt a pang in his chest. Reminded that this was just your job, all he really was to you was a client.

After that he started coming by less. You wanted to ask about it, had you done something wrong? But that also wouldn't be very professional.

Kirishima allowed himself to feel heartbroken. But he knew at the end of the day it wasn't your fault. And he couldn't cut you off cold turkey.

It was his next visit when things really started to change for him. He had almost forgotten that your job could be dangerous.

The door that used to provide you privacy during your sessions was replaced by a thick curtain.

"Someone attacked Ginny," you offered an explanation. "They jammed the door closed so now, no more doors."

The hero's mind immediately starting coming up with worst case scenario's for your line of work.

What is it has be you instead of Ginny? What if someone got too handsy with you? What if they didn't ask for permission before touching your ears - he knew that made you uncomfortable. Or Heaven forbid they try to tug at your tail.

"Why do you work here?" He asked nuzzling toward the crease between your thighs and tummy while the two of you settled on the couch."

"Living is expensive," you smiled. "I didn't really have much work experience after high school and I want to save up some money to go to college."

Kirishima felt bold. He wanted to protect you. He could provide for you and then you wouldn't need to work in such a dangerous job. It was the manly thing to do.

"If I left you a better tip could I be your only client."

It wasn't uncommon for men to proposition you. But there was something so innocent in voice that made you wish you take the conversation further.

"Silly Kiri," You teased him. "I don't think that's something my boss would go for."

He stuck out his tongue, "Well I don't like your boss."

You chuckled and changed the subject.

You genuinely enjoyed his sessions so you didn’t think much of it. He wasn't pushy and he likes to hear your opinions.

This time instead of trying to be the big spoon he pulled you to lay on top of him.

The way you wrapped your arms around his neck while laying on his chest made Kirishima feel like you were made for each other.

He kept his arms around your waist, resting his hands above your fluffy bunny tail.

When the time was up, Kirishima wanted to throw a tantrum. He would happily never move.

But he restrained himself. Instead he helped you to your feet and gave you a pat on the head. He stopped at the front desk to leave his usual generous tip.

That night he tossed and turned, hyper aware of how uncomfortable he was with out you in his arms. He questioned how he had been able to sleep these past few months.

He began to imagine what it would be like to share his bed with you. How much more relaxed he would be knowing you were safe because you were with him. You could finally sleep in his arms. Fluffy tail pressing against his dick. He knew how twitchy your tail and ears could occasionally get and thinking about that sensation pressed against him, teasing him, was enough to make him erect.

His mind began to fantasize about the rest of your body. You were so soft and curvy. You were almost always in sleep wear at work. Opting for cotton shorts and soft camisoles. Leaving just the right amount to his imagination.

He was always respectful of where his hands wandered during his visits. He never allowed his hands to explore the more intimate parts of your body. Of course, he cherished the feeling of squeezing you against his chest in a giant bear hug. Your breasts would push against his chest as he would lift you off the ground.

As he began to stroke himself he thought about how much smaller and softer your hands were than his. He wondered how they would look wrapped around his thick cock.

He would give your ears a gentle tug, careful not to cause you pain, directing your soft gaze up towards him.

To pin you down to his mattress and press his lips to yours. He would leave a trail of sweet love bites down your neck to your nipples.

You are such a perfect bunny. Not corrupted by the world, soft, and caring. He couldn't let you continue offering yourself to others. Not when he was ready to give you his life. You wouldn't want for anything. He would but you all the Nick Nacks you asked for. Whatever clothes, jewelry, or shoes you wanted.

Come to think of it, you were always barefoot at work, at most you wore a cozy pair of slippers. Kirishima thought it made you look cute, the other women who worked there always wore high heels, but not his bunny.

The thought of you in one of his shirts, a tiny pair of sleep shorts, barefoot and pregnant with his child was enough to push him into his climax.

Kirishima felt that he could finally sleep because he decided on the best plan of action. He was going to bring you home. And like a true man he would keep you safe and happy, the same holding true for the kids the two of you were sure to have.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi!! I have a request for hc’s! I just read your “what their biggest kinks are”, and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 with Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Mirio? Thank you and I love your writing!!

MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks PT. 2

No worries, buddy! Here you go!!! I’m so glad you like my writing!! I’m really happy to be getting requests!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon!

I struggled a little with Kirishima, so huge thanks to my bestie @smolchildfangirl for helping me out with this

PT. 1 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smutty smut

Warnings: BDSM Kinks, hard kinks, weird kinks

Other: this was in the making before the request, but I was planning to put Aizawa in instead of Mirio. I am now moving Aizawa to another post

Characters: Deku, Kirishima, Mirio, Todoroki + a bonus character

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Izuku Midoriya/ Deku

Switch- Listen, he’s more of a bottom most of the time but he has nothing against topping, he will top if you ask nicely. But baby boy needs to be taken care of, he’s always thinking about others so this is his time when he’s the one being though of.

Roleplay- specifically hero/civilian. This works when he’s topping or bottoming. Hero saves a sweet civilian, who wants to thank the hero. It’s always better when whoever plays the civilian is a fan of the hero, he just finds it so hot. He’ll also indulge in hero/villain, and enjoys that one a lot too.

Praise/ Body Worship- he needs you to know how special you are to him, how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He also needs to be reassured he’s doing a good job, and that you feel just as good as him.

Vanilla- sex with him is usually very vanilla, and often times awkward. Like the time you farted while fucking him. You froze, then both of you started laughing and he said it was okay to keep going. Sometimes you guys just have normal conversations while having sex. it’s kind of adorable how embarrassed he gets when you’re so casual about it.

Wax Play- this is the kinkiest he is, and it’s more for you than for him. He loves seeing the colorful wax drip off your body, and how you hiss in pain and pleasure. He always chooses colors that compliment your eyes, skin, or hair. He might take pictures of it and claim it to be art. Don’t worry, he’d never show anyone without your permission.

Bondage- this is more for him than for you. He doesn’t know why, but being restrained and helpless kind of turns him on. Especially if you’re role playing hero/villain or villain/civilian and you’re the villain who’s toying with the poor failed hero or innocent victim.

Eijiro Kirishima/ Red Riot

Soft Dom- this man is so respectful, and so scared of hurting you. He’d be so gentle and sweet to you. Expect lots of praise and soft kisses as he fucks up into you. He’s so gentle with your body, like you’re made of glass.

Voyeurism- He loves watching you, in any kind of sense. Found out about his kink when you left the bathroom door open as you showered. He came into your dorm to study and couldn’t find you. Peeked in the bathroom and boom- instant boner

Underwear- he’s kind of a pervert and will steal your dirty underwear and press it against his face to smell you as he jerks off. Don’t be surprised if your underwear goes missing and then you find it a few days later.... in his room.

Edging- he loves to tease you. This is usually used as a punishment when he’s mad at you. He’ll bring you right to the ends of an orgasm then pull away, laughing you when you whine and cry for release.

Hair Pulling- this is more for him, it shows him that you feel so good with him fucking you that you lose yourself and just grasp at whatever you can. It’s so hot to him.

Quirk Play- He was a little reluctant to do this at first, but after he tried using his quirk on his dick, he realized that it would be so fucking hot. His dick gets harder and tougher, please don’t try and jerk him off it’s like jerking off a pole. He gains an inch in length and diameter. Hard hard mini-Kiri will have you screaming.

Mirio Togata/ Lemillion

Praise/ Body Worship- this man is so sweet- you really expect him to degrade you? No no never. You’re his sweet, precious, baby, and he needs you to understand that he loves you with all his heart and needs to make you feel good. Your body is a temple, and he is but a humble worshipper.

Creampies- he loves filling you up with his cum, then holds your legs up so he can watch it drip out of you. Even better if you let him eat it out of you. His favorite thing to do is rub your belly after he cums in you.

Cuckholding- he’d only want to do this with Tamaki or Nejire, where two of you fuck and the other has to watch. He’d fuck you in front of them or them in front of you, or the two of you would fuck and he’d be watching.

Threesomes- is there anything better than not participating? Yes. Participating. Send post. Also he’s a fuckboy so he’ll be asking for someone different to have sex with both of you every week. It’ll definitely get annoying.

Quirk Play- you really think he hasn’t done that porn trope of sticking his dick through the shower wall for a blow-job? And I’m sure he’s had you in his lap and fucked you through both of your clothes.

Humiliation- he loves to embarrass you. Whether it’s by saying something super lewd, making you look at where he’s fucking you, moving your face to make eye-contact with him, or just teasing you.

Recording/ Porn- he takes lots of pictures and videos of you during sex. Keeps them or personal use and to show you. Expect to get fingered as you both watch you suck his dick on his phone.

Shoto Todoroki/ Shoto

Shower Sex- he doesn’t know what it is about it- maybe it’s the trust you have in him to keep you from slipping, maybe it’s the water running down your body, maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing something so dirty in a place meant for cleanliness, he just loves it.

Mirror Sex- he loves to put you in a full Nelson in front of the mirror, tells you how amazing you look. He’ll slow down if you look away or close your eyes. He wants you to see “just how beautiful you looked all fucked out on his cock.” He also wouldn’t mind you jerking him off and making him cum on the mirror.

Soft Sex- he’s very gentle, both physically and verbally. He’s so afraid to hurt you. His favorite position is the lotus position, so you can see each other’s faces and you’re so close to each other. Loves it when you hug him during sex.

Mutual Masterbation- this happened more before you were ready to have sex, and it’s just sweet to him. Getting to touch himself to the sight of you touching yourself. It feels so intimate and vulnerable.

Quirk Play- this is saved for your more... arousing escapades. The little swirls of ice making fractals on your skin looks like art. He will heat up his skin but won’t use fire. Hope you’re cool with him pushing misshapen ice cubes into you or being restrained with huge chunks of ice. He’s sure to help warm you up afterwards.

Breath Play- this is the most kinky he’s going to get. He’s got a small oral fixation so if you choke him gently with your fingers in his mouth- hooh boy you’ve got him literally and figuratively wrapped around your finger. He also feels rather powerful to have his fingers curled around your neck.

Erotica/ Written Porn- this was discovered when you showed him regular Porn and he wasn’t into it. You pulled up an NSFW fanfiction and changed the names to yours and his. A few minutes later he was humping your leg, whining pitifully. The two of you have written erotica and then memorized it, recreating it in the bedroom countless times.

BONUS

Tamaki Amajiki/ Suneater

Shit wrong Tamaki-

There we go

Bottoming- you think this man has the confidence to top? Really? Really? No he’s much better on his knees for you, crying and begging for his master to touch his weeping cock. Poor little subby baby.

Food/ Quirk Play- you need his cock to be bigger? Horse meat, no problem. You want to get fucked by tentacles? He’s got plenty of Takoyaki on hand. He loves it when you poor syrup or honey on yourself and demand he lick it off you.

Degredetion- ever wonder why people who have low self-esteem usually have degrading kinks? Me too. But he has one. He wants to be manhandled into the bed and told what a worthless slut he is. Your little bitch in rut.

Boot Worship- he loves it when you put on combat boots or fancy heels and step on him. He’ll lick and kiss them as if you were a god. He’s very obedient. His favorite thing is when you press your shoe against his hard-on and tell him he doesn’t get to cum unless he really begs for it. Even better when he’s on his knees in front of you and you lift his chin with your foot. He will melt.

Master/Slave- he wants to serve you, he needs to make you feel good. You need to give him orders on how best to please you. Keep him on a leash and drag him to different corners of the room.

[todrokishoto]

bnha boys x tickles

character(s): bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima, todoroki

warning(s): tickles, blood (nosebleed), swearing? 

a/n: random idea i had. enjoy this hc/scenario thing while i work on some longer fics. p.s. i’ve never really written headcannons before so idk if i did it right lmao

B A K U G O U 

mans isn’t ticklish 

trained himself to tolerate it bc being ticklish is for the weak 

won’t tell you that tho bc it’s a valid excuse sometimes ok??

like,,, let’s say you’re tracing mindless patterns on his abdomen right

the two of you are just lying on his bed in his dorm room

and while it might have been innocent enough on your part

he can’t help but be... flustered as your hand moves awfully close to the waistband of his pants 

feeling his cheeks heat up, straight up refusing to let you see how much your touch affects him, he swats your hand away with a grunt

“that tickles, dumbass,” he huffs, his voice slightly strained. you pretend not to notice. 

your eyebrows lift upward in surprise at his statement. not once had he ever mentioned he was ticklish. propping yourself up on your elbow, you let your eyes trail over his features, studying him. 

his eyes are closed but only after mere seconds of feeling your gaze, they open back up. his crimson orbs stare into yours, neither one of you breaking the prolonged silence. you, frankly, didn’t want to. bakugou, on the other hand, refused to - fully aware his voice would betray him again. 

he couldn’t believe he had just lied about being ticklish. but, letting you believe your soft touches had tickled him rather than admitting they made him feel things he know he shouldn’t seemed like the most logical option. yes. there was no way he’d reveal his less than innocent thoughts. 

“what?” he grumbles, quirking a brow questioningly. “take a picture. it’ll last longer.” 

you fish your phone out of your pocket, holding it up above him. “okay—” 

your words turn into a squeal as he smacks the phone out of your hand and grabs your arm, pinning it above your head. he hovers above you, eyes full of mischievousness, his teeth exposed by the grin dancing on his lips. you stare back up at him, eyes wide, body tense as you attempt to gauge his next movements.

“how ‘bout a taste of your own medicine, huh? since you seem to find it so funny.” 

and before you can protest, his fingertips dig into your sides, eliciting careless giggles from you as he tries his best to find your most ticklish spots. 

K A M I N A R I 

would tickle you on the daily just to hear your laugh

pls he’s a total sucker for your squealing giggles. they’re his favorite

this boy will find any excuse to tickle you; pinching your sides, blowing raspberries on your stomach while lying in your lap - you name it 

one of his favorite ways is to use just a teeny tiny bit of his electricity, making the ticklish that much more unbearable 

we all know his love language is physical touch, so he just can’t help himself really

but don’t even think about tickling him. boy will practically screm bloody murder and literally run away from you like a child running away from their parent when it’s time for bed 

you’re bored. so bored, in fact, that you’re even thinking about purposefully provoking your boyfriend’s explosive friend just for some entertainment. you quickly scrap the idea, not feeling like being the target of his harsh words today. 

your boredom quickly dissipates, however, as the yellow locks of your boyfriend come into view. he’s chatting animatedly with kirishima and sero, his back facing you. you put a finger to your lips as a pair of red eyes look at you curiously. luckily, the redhead understands and says nothing as you sneak up to the table they’re currently seated at. 

“hey, babe!” you greet loudly, your voice dripping with fake innocence. 

before he can turn around, your hands are at his sides, pinching and poking with all their might. an odd sound - something between a gasp and a grunt - escapes your boyfriend at the feeling and he flails his arms, desperately trying to escape your hold. 

you underestimated just how ticklish your electric partner is, it seems. because before you can dodge it and sero can warn you, denki pushes his chair backward, knocking you over in the process. your boyfriend whips around immediately at the sound of your body colliding with the floor. 

“oh my god, baby, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean—” his apology trails off at the sound of your loud laughter. 

you’re clutching your stomach with one hand, attempting (but to no avail) to silence your laughter with the other. denki rubs the back of his neck, eyes full of confusion, while he tries to regain his breath from your surprise attack. once again, he catches you off-guard as he crouches down next to you, his fingers finding your tickle spot with ease. 

your laughter gets louder and he smirks. “not so funny now, is it?” 

K I R I S H I M A

mans has a hardening quirk

aka he can just harden his skin, so tickling him is basically impossible 

once in awhile, when he knows you just want revenge for the times you’ve been tickled by him, he won’t activate his power 

but still, he barely chuckles, which makes you frustrated™

he doesn’t really tickle you on purpose that often tho bc that’s not manly

will tickle you accidentally while rubbing your arms or breathing on your neck while cuddling 

you’ll squirm in his hold and he will just apologize with a laugh and hold you tighter

you sigh, shuffling ever-so-slightly, stuck within your boyfriend’s tight grasp. the two of you had been cuddling on one of the sofas in the common room, but he had succumbed to his exhaustion and had fallen asleep next to you.

normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. you had no issue being his pillow once in awhile and his cute, little snores made it impossible for you to wake him. today, however, he had fallen asleep in the crook of your neck and his soft breaths were tickling you. with every exhale, your body tensed as you tried your best to remain still.

“kiri,” you whisper, his nickname slipping past your lips with gentleness. “babe, wake up.” 

he stirs at the sound of your voice, his breathing halting momentarily. you wait in suspense but he only buries his face further into your neck, a long breath fanning against your exposed skin. you squirm instinctively. your movements must have alerted something in him because he begins shuffling shortly after. 

you can’t see his face but you can tell by his breathing that he’s slowly but surely waking up. you practically hold your breath, praying that he will move before you have to voice your discomfort. unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side it seems. 

“kiri, i love you, but please move,” you plead, pushing against his chest softly. his red eyes are filled with confusion as he props himself up to look at you. “you’ve been tickling my neck for the past fifteen minutes. i was going insane.” 

he pouts then. “aw, babe, you should’ve told me. you could’ve woken me up, y’know?” 

“yeah, i know,” you sigh, rubbing your neck where his breathing had been just a few seconds prior. “i just didn’t want to wake you, is all. you’re so cute when you sleep.” 

“you’re cuter,” he quips enthusiastically, poking your nose with his index finger. “okay, your turn to cuddle me instead. i’m not ticklish so lay wherever you want.” 

M I D O R I Y A

i feel like this broccoli bean would be ticklish everywhere?

either that or he’s not ticklish at all

maybe his body’s been beaten so many times that his nerve-endings are either overly sensitive or they barely feel anything 

idk™ BUT

sweet, freckled little izuku would also not tickle you without consent

we stan a respective king 

he would be so careful to apply a little bit of a firmer pressure to not tickle you

sweetie had been to flustered to ask if you were ticklish when you first started dating and it was too late to ask now 

you’re sitting next to him on the gras outside of the doors, relishing the feeling of the nice evening air against your skin. the two of you are chatting mindlessly. well, izuku’s doing most of the talking and you’re mainly listening, but you don’t mind at all. 

his arm is grasped between your two hands as you gently trace the scattered freckles and scars adorning his skin. he had been so flustered when you had grabbed it, unable to will the redness away from his cheeks. you had only giggled in response. 

izuku didn’t know why you seemed to be so fascinated by his scars. you had always asked questions about them, wondering if he remembered where he got them. always made sure to call him handsome on days where he was particularly bothered by the markings on his body. 

he loved it. he loved you. 

but as your continue to trace them, your touch featherlight, he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine. he squirms, his hand clenching together and forming a fist. you take notice and halt your actions immediately. he turns to look at you, meeting your wide eyes. 

“did i do something wrong?” you ask quietly, feeling the guilt claw its way to your chest. 

“no!” he practically shouts, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. he clears his throat. “n-no, you didn’t. it’s just that... heh. i’m, uh, kind of sensitive in certain spots, i guess? and while i really don’t mind you touching my scars, you were so gentle and i-i just... it tickled.”

his chin tilts toward the floor, his bashful gaze flickering away from yours. you notice the pink dusting across his freckled cheeks but decide not to point it out, desperate to make your boyfriend feel at ease again. 

“zuku, say that next time! i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to tickle you. i didn’t even know you were ticklish, to be honest.”

he rubs his neck, peering over at you once again. he grins sheepishly. “i-i never told you, i guess. usually, i’m able to resist the urge to squirm, um, like that.”

“you’re so cute!” you gush, grabbing ahold of his hand once again. “i’m ticklish too, y’know. but i’ll let you find my tickle spots on your own.”

and, for the umpteenth time that night, your boyfriend blushes as he thinks about exploring your body to find your very own tickle spots. 

T O D O R O K I 

we all know he had a shitty childhood fck u endeavor

he never had tickle fights with his parents or siblings when he was little

so poor bby probably doesn’t even know he’s ticklish until you accidentally find his weak spot one day

let’s say you’re both cuddling in your bed right?? and things are getting a little heated 

so,,, you detach your lips from his, placing a kiss on his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck

and let me tell you - this poor boy doesn’t know what to do 

he tenses up immediately, slamming his chin down to protect his exposed neck, his jaw banging against your nose in the process 

“y/n!” he calls out immediately, chest heaving, his body still tense as if on high alert. he reaches out to you when he spots you holding your nose, your brows furrowed in discomfort. “i’m so sorry. i don’t— are you alright?” 

you nod, releasing a hum to confirm your response. your nose is throbbing, but when you open your eyes and meet shoto’s wide bicolored ones, your pain subsides quickly. poor boy looks so helpless - torn between reaching out for you and distancing himself. 

“hey, sho, it’s okay. i’m alright,” you remove your hand clutching your nose to shoot him a smile but you stop midway, noticing the crimson liquid on your palm. 

“you’re bleeding,” your boyfriend observes quietly, the guilt obvious in his voice. “i hurt you. i’m so sorry. i... what you did made me feel weird and my body just reacted. i, uh, i’m sorry.” 

he scrambles out of your bed, reaching for the box of tissues he knows you have stashed in your desk. he hands you a handful of them, awkwardly lingering by the foot of the bed as you wrap the paper over your nose, clamping your fingers shut around it.

you shake your head with a gentle laugh. “sho, it’s okay. i didn’t know you were ticklish there. i can’t really control what my body does when i’m tickled either, so i don’t blame you.” 

“ticklish?” he repeats aloud, almost as if testing out the word. 

you nod, the innocence of your boyfriend once again surprising you. you feel your heart ache slightly at the thought of him not knowing what the action is. had nobody ever touched him enough for him to find his tickle spots? 

“yeah. most people are ticklish somewhere on their body. usually either on their waist, their armpits, feet or neck - like you. it’s normal. typically, when people are touched where they’re ticklish, they’ll squirm and laugh.” 

he nods and you remain quiet as he processes the information. then, much to your bewilderment, he leans forward and grabs ahold of your side with his fingertips. he pinches gently and you jerk, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend smiling harmlessly. 

“so, is that your tickle spot, then?”  

[hisoknen]

kinktober day 5: incest warnings: incest, dubcon, somnophilia wc: 3k

a/n: huge thanks to @10millionyearsdungeon​ for always fueling my brain with the best juice and working through this with me, and @firefistmyass for helping me formulate the concept. i would have fallen flat without both of your support <3 

Your parents were gone for the weekend, leaving you home alone with Kirishima. It wouldn’t be something you gave much thought to usually. You would stay in your room watching TV or go bother him about what he was doing now that you were out of the house.

The two of you had gotten along well growing up together; he was always there to support you through everything. Breakups, bad grades, trouble with friends. But recently, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him in a way that didn’t feel the same as before.

You would be home from University for the summer and wanted to spend every second you could get with him. But there was something new about him you hadn’t noticed before, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

What you did know was the way you felt about your brother made you anxious in his presence, and if you didn’t imagine things, he’d started to act differently as well. 

Now when you’d come to him with your troubles, he would lift your chin and lay a soft kiss on your forehead, telling you that “no matter what he’d be there for you,” pulling you in close to his body for a lingering hug—hands resting at the small of your back. 

When you found him sitting on the couch playing video games, he would wave you over to sit on his lap, guiding your hands on the controller. When you’d get the hang of it, he would rest his hands on your hips or thighs, rubbing gentle patterns into your skin—low purrs into your ear, telling you just how cute you looked that day. 

Every stroke sent a wave of curiosity and doubt coursing through you. There was no way for him to know how his actions were making you feel. He was just reassuring you. 

You had to be the one getting the wrong idea.

He would come into your room late at night to watch movies with you. Laying his arm under your neck and taking you into the warmth of his sturdy body. Dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt and tracing circles into your skin absentmindedly. You would sometimes lean into him and stretch your body so he could touch more of you, and he always would. 

When his friend Bakugou would come over, Kirishima would knock off his friend’s advances and push you out of the room. Eventually, Bakugou stopped showing up altogether, leaving you and Kiri more time alone. But any brother would be upset with their friend hitting on their little sister. He was just looking out for you because he wanted the best for you.

A few nights ago, while everyone was talking at a family dinner, you found your hand resting on his upper thigh. You remembered it vividly. As soon as you noticed, you tried to tear it away, feeling a tug at your wrists. Looking up, you saw Kirishima staring down at you. 

He directed his attention back to your parents, slowly guiding your hand to the bulge in his pants, moving it up and down his length. His fingers tightened around you, and a breath escaped his parted lips. 

Heat crept up your neck, blossoming to the shells of your ears. You squirmed in your seat, rubbing your thighs against each other, warmth spreading to the hollow of your belly. You tried desperately to quiet your breath, not to arouse any suspicion. Focusing back on the table, continuing the conversation with your parents as though your older brother wasn’t jerking himself off with your hand.

You could feel his pants beginning to dampen with precum. This isn’t what older brothers did. His fingers cling to you, moving them at a faster pace. A low noise rumbled in his throat, and right when you thought you’d get caught, he abruptly excused himself from the table.

Ever since that night, he began avoiding you altogether. Heading out for work earlier than usual and staying out late with friends. Whenever you would run into him, he was short with you, looking down at the floor and scratching his neck. 

When you reached out to touch him, he flinched away as though your hands were on fire. You would stay up late checking the cock, hoping he would come in and watch movies with you again, but he never did.

---

You open the front door, grabbing the box from the ground. Eijirou Kirishima.

With it in hand, you took cautious steps toward his room, listening at the door. It had been a week since he spoke with you. You paused, raising your hand to knock before stopping. Something was coming from behind the door. He was probably just making plans with a friend to go out again later. You wondered if he would even take the package from you or tell you to leave it there. 

“Fuck y/n,” 

The box almost dropped from your hands. Hearing him say your name after so long sent a jolt straight to your core. 

“Just like that.” 

Biting back a moan, you gently turn the knob. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. Shakily trying to slow your breathing, as not to make a sound. His back was against the bed. Arm thrown over his face, nose resting against the crook of his elbow. 

His body was glimmering with sweat, chest heaving with each breath. All of the doubts you had before dissipated. He had one hand wrapped around his cock, thrusting into his fist while moaning your name.

You knew you shouldn't be watching. You grew up together; this wasn't right. You should be terrified that your older brother had uttered your name while touching himself. Yet you were stuck in place. Greedily harvesting every inch of his body in your memory.

You slipped out of your panties, the fabric softly landing on the floor. Kicking them to the side, you let your fingertips wander down your body. Becoming absorbed in each move Kirishima made, you dipped your fingers into your pussy, moving them in tandem with his thrusts. 

The shrill ring of his phone broke the tension in the room. He immediately shot up to grab it. You pulled your hands from your dripping cunt, wiping your fingers onto the skirt, quietly heading back to your room.

---

On your way back from grabbing a snack, you felt a heavy sense of dread fall into your gut, remembering that you left your underwear outside of his room. Quickly heading for his door, you frantically look around for them; they were gone. 

No matter how much you tried to reason, there was no one else in this house but the two of you. If he were upset, you would have heard about it already.

You quietly tap at the door before twisting the handle. Kirishima was passed out cold. Trying not to wake him, you ease onto the bed, crawling up close to his sleeping body. He looked so tempting like this—your hero. 

You knew it was a bad idea, but you were already making your way between his thighs before you could stop to second guess yourself. Pushing his shirt up to expose his hardening nipples to the cold air. His breath was even and relaxed, the rise and fall of his diaphragm, steady. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering his skin.

You glance back up at him, his features unmoving. What would he do if he caught you like this? Would he throw you to the side and tell your parents? Or would he push you down onto the bed and fuck you himself? 

Your vision pulses as you think about what you’re about to do. Your hands casually making their way down to the patch of black hair on his lower abdomen, stopping short of where you craved touching him most. If you did, there would be no going back. 

There was no way to come up with an excuse as to why your fingers were wrapped around his cock while he was asleep. You dipped your fingers under the band of his shorts, pulling his cock from within the confines.

You could have sworn you saw something move. Kirishima seemed to falter above you, but he was still fast asleep. 

You lowered your head, planting delicate kisses around the base of his cock. He must have been having a good dream, you thought to yourself, drawing one finger up the length of his engorged cock. It felt heavy in your hands and was larger than you could feel under his pants or see through the door earlier. 

There was already a bead of pre-cum dripping at his slit. You bring your mouth onto his tip dipping your tongue out to taste him. It was salty and stuck to your tongue, but you wanted more. You open your jaw wide, taking as much as you can before hollowing your cheeks sucking him in. He lets out a soft groan, but when you glanced up again, his eyes are still closed.

Even in the silent room, you can still hear your heart hammering against your chest. Each bob of your head brings waves of excitement and nausea to the surface, slurps of saliva and suction woven into your moans and hums. 

Taking a deep breath in, you move down, Kirishima’s cock hitting the back of your throat. You retch, throat convulsing around it and sucking him in further, tugging at his balls. You try to keep yourself in place, dragging ragged breaths through your nose, tears beginning to form at your eyes. 

There is a moan above you and a stutter of hips. Your head shoots up just in time to see Kirishima gazing down at you with squinted eyes before snapping them shut. You immediately pop off of him, wiping at the side of your mouth. 

“Y/n w-what are you doing in here?” He swallows thickly, cheeks flushed. “Get out of my room, you shouldn’t be doing this.” He props himself up on his elbows, staring at you with creased brows

“Yo- you were awake.” Sticking your tongue against the side of your cheek, you study his face. He was panicking, but he hadn’t moved away from you. Your hand was still resting on his upper thigh. He could easily have pushed you away if he really wanted to.

 “Y/n it’s wrong we can-”

“You didn’t seem to mind that earlier, when you pretended to be asleep while I was choking on your cock, Ejirou.” You climbed up his body, rubbing his shoulders. He grabs your wrists, yanking them away from his body.

“Y/n, we can’t do this,” frustration bubbles up inside of you. He was the one who had been teasing you all this time. Was he going to make it out that you were the perverted sister who came into the room to diddle him at night unprovoked? He just needed a little push. You’ve seen the way he reacts around you. He wants you just as badly as you want him.

“Eji please,” your lips form into a pout, head tilted to the side, eyes big and staring deep into his. You could feel a lump forming in your throat, panic bubbling up in your chest.

“Y/n I-” he hesitates, his grip loosening enough for you to snatch your arms out of his reach. You splay your hands over his chest, feeling his heart racing. He’s peering into your eyes, searching your face—wrestling with himself, unwilling to accept that he wanted this just as much as you did. 

“Fuck me, or I’ll tell mom you touched me.” His eyes widened in horror, darting out from under you, clearly taken back with what you’re threatening. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

All you wanted was to finally know how well he could fill up your cunt. You would do anything to feel that.

“Fuck me, or I’ll tell mom about how you were moaning my name earli-” in a flash, you’re pushed back onto the bed, your hands held above your head. Kirishima’s thigh wedges between your legs.

"You really want your brother's cock that bad, huh?" There was a complete shift in his demeanor. Moments ago, he was quiet and hesitant, something you'd never seen from him. Kirishima was always talking, loud, and in everyone's face. His pupils were blown with desire, and his tongue dipped out of his mouth to lick his lips. He looked hungry.

“You’ve got everyone fooled. You know that? With that innocent little act, you put on.” He lowers his face to your neck, tongue running a line against your pulse point. The change in him was frightening, but it had your pussy clenching around nothing, anticipating his actions.

“You want this, yeah? So badly that you’ll come to suck me off while I’m asleep?” Kiri’s warm hand begins to scale down your body, pushing up your flimsy top and grabbing a fist full of your breast, kneading the flesh roughly. His other hand holds your wrists above your head. His breath tickles your ears, coaxing a whimper from within you. The cold air in the room caresses your naked cunt.

“Of course, you fucking do. You’re just as filthy and depraved as I am.” His sharp teeth pierce your shoulder, a gasp tearing its way from your throat. Kirishima’s tongue lolls out to swirl around the tender flesh while he sucks. Your eyes closed, memorizing every second moment. Each impassioned touch that danced across your body, every roll of his hips against your thigh. 

“You know what I did? I held myself back all this time. But you can’t even show a little restraint?” His hand makes its way between your legs, pushing them apart, fingers swiping against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You can feel the blood beginning to bead out of the skin he broke, languidly dripping, making its way down your collarbone. 

“What a fucking slut.” He pulls them up, drenched in your arousal. He stays there, unmoving, looking down at you while it runs slowly down each finger.

“You really did come in here to get fucked, huh?” His fingers prod at your mouth, parting your lips. He shoves two thick digits, rubbing them against your tongue and gagging the back of your throat. He pulls them out swiftly, making his way back down to your core. His lips latch onto yours, tasting you.

Without warning, he pushes them into you, your body flinching at the forced entry. He begins working his fingers in and out slowly, stretching your quivering hole. His palm grinding against your clit.

“Such a pretty girl.” 

You force your lidded eyes open when you feel fabric in your mouth—two calloused fingers dipping forward, pushing in your lost panties. You bite down on it, looking up at him longingly.

“Hold those for me, yeah?” The squelching sounds of your pussy pulling him in while he stretches you out brings heat to your cheeks. There was no hiding how much your body desired him. Pushing himself from the mattress, he lines himself up with your entrance. 

“What if I tell her that you were outside of my room touching your pretty little pussy, huh?” He drags his cock up and down your slit, covering it with your arousal. 

“Tell her how you jerked me off under the dinner table when she was right there.” His empty threats still manage to send shocks through your body. 

“Had I known you were this much of a slut. I would have done this sooner, all you had to do was ask.” He slowly sinks into you, a ragged growl rippling past his lips. He’d opened you up just enough to slip inside, the stretch painfully slow while your insides tried to accommodate him. The veins on the underside of his cock sliding against your sensitive flesh. 

His hips roll against you, looking down at you to drink in your blissed-out face, before moving against you.

You could tell that he was rutting into you with only his release in mind. You were the one who came in wanting to make him feel good, and now you had to take responsibility with your body. 

You arched your back, trying to meet each of his thrusts. The excitement floods your veins, your mind foggy, only focusing on your breaths colliding. How perfectly his body fit with yours, swallowing his thick cock in eagerly.

Your sweaty bodies are meshing as one. Kirishima’s hips are snapping against you relentlessly. Fingers digging into your waist, using your body to meet him with each thrust. The hollow of your belly begins to tighten, cunt squeezing him tightly, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him in even closer.

“Fuck, just like that.” Your skin is tender from the bites he littered all over your body. His finger dipping down to lightly rub at your clit, giving just enough pressure to hold you at the edge. He lets out a heavy thrust, holding still inside of you, finger pressing down. The coil snaps, your cunt spasming and a choked gasp escaping. The moment shatters around you, body milking him. 

Kirishima cries out, the pressure of his load landing heavily inside of you. His body collapses on top of yours, sweaty forehead sticking to your shoulder. All that can be heard in the room are tired pants, the fabric in your mouth, sucking the saliva from your mouth. His cum is still flooding inside of your stretched out hole.

After a few moments, he pulls out of you, rolling off to the side. Cum beginning to seep out of your fluttering hole, contractions slowly withering away. You take the lace out of your mouth, throwing it off to the side. 

“I’m not tired yet, Eijirou, I want more.” You shiver, turning to face him. Now that you didn’t want to stop until your body was aching and unable to move.

“C’ mere then,” Kirishima pulls you close, planting a soft kiss to your slick forehead. His fingers dance along your skin, breathing in your scent. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n I’m not done with you yet,” he breathes against you, peppering kisses against your swollen lips.

“After all, we have the weekend alone.”

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