#and gets into constant trouble with kiri

[owlsdrawinglair]

Hey yall would anyone be interested in my Avatar AU? It's basically Tsu'Tey adopting Spider AND Kiri and, well, the shenanigans of them trying to act like a normal family (despite Kiri being a literal spouse of their God, Spider trying to climb every high surface imaginable and Tsu'Tey constantly questioning his life choices) and such. So if anyone would be interested in the explanation of this concept please let me know!

[7s3ven]

ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER, pt 1. neteyam x fem! metkayina! r

IN WHICH… Y/N and Neteyam’s walls suddenly come crashing down one night after a heart to heart conversation.

( requested )

Notes: mentions of sex (not written out, though), throwing up (morning/pregnancy sickness), small panic attack, a little angst, fluff ending, neteyam + reader are like 19 ig, teen pregnancy?

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Neteyam was thankful for the Metkayina allowing his family into their home but he missed his own. He missed the trees and the forest and his friends. The forest was all he had known. He was supposed to be the next clan leader, it was a job he had been preparing for since his birth. But it was all ripped away from him when he and his family were forced to leave. Now, he had nothing. No status, no promises of greatness, and almost no friends. Lo’ak didn’t count because he had to see his idiotic brother every day.

The night was quiet and cool as Neteyam slowly stepped over Lo’ak, who was sound asleep on the floor of the hut. Neteyam rolled his eyes at his brother, who was always sleeping in odd places.

He had been sneaking out regularly, trying to get away from his crushing responsibilities. Neteyam always sat in the same spot on the beach yet when he arrived, he found it was already taken. He recognised the Metkayina girl as Y/N, Tsireya and Aonung’s older sister and the future Tsahik. Kiri was better friends with her than Neteyam was. Nevertheless, he slowly walked up behind her.

“Out here all alone?” He questioned, crouching down. Their shoulders brushed as Y/N turned her head to glance at him. Her narrowed eyes softened at the sight of him.

“Oh, it is only you.” She murmured.

“Sorry. Did I startle you?”

Neteyam heard Y/N quietly laugh. “A little. What are you doing out so late?” She tilted her head, looking up at Neteyam. He sat down, shrugging.

“No reason.” He replied, “I just needed some peace and quiet.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. “I am doing the same. As mean as it might sound, I had to get away from my family for a little bit. Aonung’s snores are always so loud too.”

A small smirk crept across Neteyam’s lips. “You should hear Lo’ak. Sometimes, he’s snores so loud that it wakes my dad up.”

“How is your family settling in, Neteyam?” Y/N inquired, leaning back to stare up at the starry sky. Neteyam held back a sigh.

“We are trying our best.” He uttered, “But it is not easy. We are used to trees… not sand and water.”

Y/N hummed. “Do you miss the forest?” She mentally scolded herself for asking such a question. Of course he did. He would not be talking about it if he did not.

“Yes. And as much as I try to enjoy all this, I will always prefer the forest.” Neteyam abruptly shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts. “But I cannot complain. We are lucky to be here.”

Y/N looked Neteyam up and down, observing his body language. Slowly, she reached out a hand, placing it on Neteyam’s. “You can complain to me.” She gently told him. “I will not judge. I will only listen.”

It seemed Neteyam had been waiting for this exact words. He launched into describing his home with a smile on his face. He told Y/N of the banshees, the mountains, and the trees that stretched across the land for endless miles. It all sounded very foreign yet fascinating to Y/N.

“My parents would not want me to complain. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk are allowed to miss the forest but not me.” Neteyam fidgeting with his fingers, a constant reminder that he would never be viewed as true Na’vi.

“Do they expect you to be perfect?” Y/N spoke up, her voice a soft whisper over the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy shore. Silently, Neteyam nodded.

“I am the golden child. I should not be saying such nonsense… but I miss my old life. Here, I get in trouble for every little thing Lo’ak does. I know as the oldest sibling, it is my job to look out for them, but it is growing tiresome.” Neteyam looked at Y/N, who was listening intensively, “Do you ever feel that way… about your siblings?”

“Yes. Aonung is always getting into mischief and I am given the job of picking up his slack. I am the future Tsahik yet with all the scolding I receive from my parents because of Aonung, it makes me feel like a failure.” Y/N aimlessly picked at the small shells nestled in the grains of sand as she spoke. “I love Tsireya and Aonung… but I cannot always be there to protect them. And that scares me.”

Neteyam nodded. He was closer now, barely an inch away from Y/N. She would have pushed him away if he was any other boy. But it was Neteyam, sweet Neteyam who was trying his best to gain his father’s approval and protect his family. She made no move to shove him.

“I feel that something terrible is approaching… and I am scared that I can no longer shield my siblings.” Y/N kept speaking as Neteyam drew soft circles in the palm of her hand to comfort her.

“I understand.” He muttered, locking gazes with Y/N. They held eye contact and for the first time in years, Y/N felt truly seen.

The feeling of finally being understood without judgement clouded Y/N’s mind as her back hit the soft sand and she returned Neteyam’s kiss.

The days after their sudden incident were a jumbled blur. Y/N had been feeling moody as of lately and it all made sense when she threw up the food she had eaten just minutes ago. Y/N shook as she wrapped her arms around herself in disbelief.

She was frozen in fear, barely able to register that Tsireya was calling out her name. “Y/N! I’ve been looking for you. Would you like to swim with Aonung and I and the Sully kids?” Tsireya brightly beamed, having no idea of the panic plaguing Y/N’s thoughts.

“I am alright, Tsireya. Thank you for offering. I do not feel good.” Y/N willed Tsireya to disappear so that she could figure out her situation.

“Oh… of course. I will tell Neteyam you cannot make it. I hope you feel better soon, sister.”

The mention of Neteyam’s name almost made Y/N spin around and throw up again. It was partly his fault she had gotten into this mess. Why did he have to be so kind and understanding?

Y/N quietly groaned in frustration as Tsireya walked away. She lay on her back, staring up at the brightly lit sky. Her thoughts weren’t giving her a break to think clearly. Obviously, she could not confide in her parents. She would not be surprised if they threatened to throw her out. Tsireya could not keep a secret for long and Aonung… well, Y/N would never willingly tell him. He would use every chance he got to remind her.

And Y/N dreaded telling Neteyam. He was already having a hard time fitting in, he did not need the trouble of this either. If word of this spread, his family would be outcasted even more than they were already.

She aimlessly wandered the beach, thinking to herself. The pressure of gaining her parents’ approval was becoming all too much.

As expected, Neteyam and Y/N avoided each other. Neteyam thought it was best to leave her alone and give her space to think, which was something he desperately needed as well.

Y/N was feeding her ilu when Tsireya and Aonung approached her. “Sister.” The latter uttered, folding his arms over his chest, “We need to talk.”

Y/N merely sent him a confused glance. “About what?” She questioned.

“Why are you avoiding us?” Tsireya got straight to the point. She huffed. “You never want to swim with us… and you are hardly around. You do not even eat with us. Why?”

Y/N looked away, petting her ilu. “I am busy.” She lied through her teeth. “Mother is encouraging me to oversee the affairs of the village and it is more tiresome than I expected.”

Tsireya faltered, suddenly feeling bad for accusing her older sister. Aonung, on the other hand, was not so easily fooled. He had always been annoyingly good at reading people. But neither of Y/N’s siblings asked any more questions. They simply accepted her answer and left her to tend to her ilu.

A few quiet minutes passed before the wood beneath Y/N creaked. She looked over her shoulder, almost jumping at the sight of Neteyam.

“Sorry.” He muttered. “Just came to check up on my ilu. She’s been more hungry lately.” He sent her a sheepish smile, hurrying over to the creature. Y/N tried not to pay him any attention as she kicked her legs in the water, the cool droplets splashing against her body.

“So… how are you?” Neteyam spoke up. There was an awkward pause. It took Y/N a moment to register his words.

“I am good.” She responded. Neteyam took her short answer as an attempt to ice him out, which he did not blame her for. In reality, though, Y/N was trying to stop herself from exposing her secret. She knew if she kept talking to Neteyam, then his sweet voice would coerce her into revealing everything.

“Right… I’ll see you later, I guess.” Neteyam walked off, rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N tried not to show her hurt at how quickly he left, seeming like he wanted nothing to do with her.

Her ilu nudged its head against Y/N’s thigh, cooing. Y/N sighed as she pet it once more. “What am I going to do?” She murmured. Time was running out and she still had no idea what she was going to do.

She clasped her hands over her belly, sighing as she lowered her head. She rarely ate with her family now, doing everything she could to avoid them. Her siblings and even her parents were bound to become more suspicious; Tsireya was already questioning it and Aonung did not believe any of her lies.

Y/N was a strong girl, both physically and mentally, but she could not handle this. Having to keep such a large secret from her parents and her siblings, whom were her world, and Neteyam was eating at her.

Her attempts to distance the eldest Sully boy from her were becoming harder but the secret could not be revealed. She knew Neteyam would ultimately talk. It was up to her to ensure his family would not be isolated any further.

Y/N’s heartbeat spiked and despite her underwater training, she could not slow it. She placed a hand over her chest, gasping for air. “Shit.” She murmured out a word she had heard Neteyam say, which only sent her further into a spiral.

It was becoming increasingly harder to clear her mind and she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Her thoughts exploded into a flurry of negativity.

Her father would be so disappointed in her careless behaviour. And her mother… Y/N almost threw up at the mere thought of Ronal’s look. She would be livid that her perfect daughter, her daughter who consistently kept Aonung out of trouble, her daughter who was the future Tsahik, had engaged in such acts with a forest boy.

She clawed at her skin, trying to rid herself of such thoughts that caused more harm than good. Y/N leaned forward to comfort herself but she ended up diving right into the water purely by mistake. She thought of just staying under the glistening water. It brought her comfort. There was no one talking to her while she was on the verge of a breakdown. It was peaceful.

A hand suddenly grabbed onto her forearm, heaving her up. Y/N spat out a mouthful of water, coughing in surprise. “Aonung!” She exclaimed, slapping her brother’s shoulder. Though, it probably did not hurt him as much as she wanted it to. Aonung was a few months younger than Y/N but had much more muscles.

“Why are you lying in the water?” Aonung questioned as he pulled her back onto the dock. “It is not like you to be so distant. What is the matter?”

To others, particularly the Sully boys, Aonung was mean and a bully and an outright nuisance to be around. But to Y/N, he was sweet. He was Y/N’s sweet little brother who used to come crying to her when he scraped his knee.

“It is none of your concern. I am fine. I am simply stressed.” Y/N reassured him. Unfortunately, her soft words did not have the impact they had on Tsireya.

Aonung narrowed his eyes like he always did when he could tell Y/N was lying. “You are not telling the truth. You can tell me. I will not tell mother or father or even Tsireya. It will be our little secret.”

Y/N stared at her brother then at her shaking hands which had not stopped trembling since she found out she was pregnant. “I am with a child.” She suddenly blurted out.”

Aonung was silent. He opened his mouth to say something but the pair heard a gasp behind them. Y/N quickly looked behind her, partly relieved that it was only Tsireya. She had been holding a bowl of fruits, which were now rolling around in the floor.

“I am sorry.” She immediately apologised, covering her mouth with her hands. “I did not mean to eavesdrop. I just wanted to bring you some fruit so you would feel better.” She quickly crouched down to pick everything up. “Is it true… are you really?”

Tsireya sat on the other side of Y/N. Aonung swiftly reached over, grasping a piece of fruit despite Y/N’s look. She had always told him not to eat anything from the floor.

“Yes.” She hesitated.

“Damn, who knocked you up?” Aonung carelessly asked. Tsireya clicked his tongue, her long tail slapping him.

“Do not, Aonung.” She warned. “We will not tell anyone, Y/N. Do not pressure yourself into telling us the dad. We will let you take your time.”

“It’s Neteyam.” Y/N blurted out. She could not contain it anymore. Beside her, she heard Aonung choke. Y/N promptly slapped his back.

“Neteyam?!” Aonung exclaimed but Tsireya and Y/N both hushed him. “Mother and Father will not be happy.”

Y/N sent him a glare, “I am aware.” She muttered.

“Wait, this is good. This will top anything else I do. Father will be like, ‘Aonung, why did you slap Lo’ak?’ And then I’ll just reply with ‘well, remember when Y/N got pregnant?’” Aonung faced his sisters only to be met with their unimpressed faces.

“Aonung, take this seriously.” Tsireya hissed, resting her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Whatever you do, Y/N, we will be here to support you.”

Neteyam was not doing any better. The last few days had felt like a constant test on his patience. His father was always ordering him around and Lo’ak was getting on his nerve.

The last straw was when Jake had decided to scold Neteyam for Lo’ak’s actions. Neteyam had returned from the docks, still wondering as to why Y/N was suddenly acting so cold. He tried to forget that night, to move past it, but it was easier said than done. Y/N seemed to be everywhere Neteyam was.

The oldest Sully boy walked into their hut, exhausted and fully prepared to collapse. However, when he saw Jake standing in front of Lo’ak, his father’s arms crossed sternly over his chest, Neteyam almost groaned. Neytiri and Kiri were inside as well, exchanging worried glances. Tuk was nowhere to be seen, most likely playing with her newfound friends.

“Neteyam.” Jake said. Neteyam dragged himself to stand beside Lo’ak, his back straightening.

“Yes, sir?” Neteyam murmured, wanting to get this over and done with so he could tend to his own thoughts.

“Your brother got into another fight today.” Jake uttered. “Where were you? You’re supposed to keep an eye on him.”

“I was busy, sir.”

“Why weren’t you with your brother? Sully’s have to stick together.“

Neteyam, who had been trying to hold down his bubbling anger, suddenly snapped. “I wasn’t with my brother because it’s not my job to keep him in check.” It was the first time Neteyam had ever talked back. His ears flattened down, an action he didn’t usually do but had started doing because of Y/N. “What Lo’ak does with his spare time should be none of my concern. It is not my fault he fights every day.”

“Yeah, but you���re the older brother. It’s your responsibility to look out for him.” Jake poked Neteyam’s chest, causing everything to come crashing down. Neteyam, who had been trying so hard to hide his fury at how unfairly he was being treated, broke.

“It is none of my responsibility! I can’t be everywhere with Lo’ak, babysitting him! You forced me away from my home, from the forest in which I grow up in. I know nothing here! I am simply too busy trying to fit in to watch over Lo’ak! He is not the only one who needs comfort. I am still a teenager! Have you ever asked how I feel?!” Neteyam didn’t waste a heartbeat in spinning around, storming off. His swishing tail hit a bowl, causing it to fall. It did not break but Neteyam wouldn’t have cared anyway.

Neteyam left his parents and his siblings in shock at his outburst. He always took the blame for Lo’ak, what had changed?

Kiri quickly followed after Neteyam. Lo’ak, with a small nod from Jake, followed.

“Ma Jake,” Neytiri reached out for her mate, “What is wrong with Neteyam? He has been acting strange lately.” Jake held her hand, staring at the spot where Neteyam had been standing moments ago.

Jake wasn’t stupid. He saw how Neteyam’s gaze always found its way to stare at the Chief’s oldest daughter. He had been 16 once upon a time; it did not take long for Jake to form a suspicion.

“Neteyam!” Kiri grabbed her brother’s wrist, forcing him to turn around. “What is the matter with you? You have been acting so moody lately.” She pouted.

“Nothing!” Neteyam harshly insisted. “I am not acting moody.” Lo’ak caught up with his older brother but remained silent, knowing Neteyam’s anger was a result of his recklessness.

“My idiot brother, why must you be so stubborn?” Kiri groaned, “You are like Y/N sometimes, so hardheaded and annoyingly independent.”

Her name set Neteyam’s face alight. A dark blush spread across his cheeks. “She is the problem.” He finally admitted. “Y/N is.”

“Did she reject you or something?” Lo’ak voiced, arching an eyebrow.

Neteyam wished she did. This situation would have been much easier. “No… Y/N and I, we…” Neteyam trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

Kiri got the hint. She slapped his shoulder. “You did not!” She hissed. “She is the Chief’s daughter!” Lo’ak stood beside Kiri, ever so clueless.

“What? What did they do? He didn’t even finish his sentence. You guys are acting like they”- Lo’ak paused, “Oh. I get it now.”

“It was an impulsive decision.” Neteyam uttered as he resumed walking.

“One that will get you killed.” Kiri added. “You are lucky she is not betrothed yet. Have you talked to her?”

“Briefly. She does not wish to speak to me.” Neteyam was met with another slap from Kiri.

“Idiot! She must be lonely. You must speak to her so that you can resolve this!”

Neteyam groaned, walking faster in hopes his siblings would leave him alone. “She avoids me.” He said to Kiri. “I told you, she doesn’t want to see me.”

“Then try harder to talk to her! Y/N is as stubborn as you. Do you not see the pattern?!” Kiri yanked Neteyam back, “You must tell Father and Mother.”

Neteyam scoffed. “I have caused enough trouble already. I will do no such thing.”

“You are foolish. If Tonowari and Ronal find out, Father will be able to calm them. If you do not tell, then at least speak to Y/N.”

Neteyam exasperatedly sighed. “Fine. I will talk to her. Happy?” He wandered off, leaving Kiri and Lo’ak behind. He knew where to find Y/N. During her spare time, she was always at the docks, playing with her ilu or swimming.

“Do you not ever move from this spot?” Neteyam spoke as he halted behind Y/N, who was sitting where he suspected. He saw her back tense up.

“No. I have moved. To eat. I came back.” Y/N was careful with her responses. One stumble and she’d end up spilling everything.

“Kiri says I should talk to you.” Neteyam muttered as he sat beside her, dipping his feet into the water. Y/N turned to face him, staring with wide eyes.

“You told Kiri?”

“And Lo’ak.” Neteyam’s reply did not ease her panic. “But I suspect you told Tsireya and Aonung.”

Y/N nodded. “I cannot hide anything from them for long.” In truth, Y/N had returned to the docks to mentally prepare herself for telling her mother. She could hide the sudden pregnancy but her body could not. It would start to show.

“How are you feeling?” Neteyam questioned.

“Stupid.”

Neteyam lowly chuckled, staring down at his hands. “Kiri is advising me to tell Mother and Father. But I do not want to do it without your permission.” Y/N almost melted at how sweet and considerate Neteyam was.

“I do not mind.” She muttered, “As long as they do not spread the word.” It was not Neteyam who would get the harsher punishment anyway. As the daughter of the clan leaders, Y/N had a standard to uphold. She had failed after managing to balance it for so long.

After a much needed talk, Neteyam and Y/N parted ways. The latter slowly walked into the medical hut where she found her mother grinding leaves. “Mother.” Y/N said, hands clasped in front of her. Ronal hummed, too busy with her task at hand. “I have something rather important to tell you.”

“What is it, child? Could it not wait until after dinner?”

“I am pregnant.” Y/N quickly said, half heartedly hoping she had spoken too fast for her mother to understand her. Ronal paused. The leaves she had been holding previously fluttered the floor.

“You are pregnant… by who?” Ronal was trying to keep calm.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her head lowered. “Neteyam.” She whispered.

Ronal hissed in anger. “You allowed this?! When he is not your mate?!”

“I did not mean to, mother.” Y/N insisted, stepping forward.

Ronal thought for a second. “We must find you a mate.” She announced after what felt like an hour.

“But what about Neteyam?” Y/N frowned, “He is the father! Does he not deserve to know?”

“He is not Metkayina.” Ronal almost sneered, “If word of this gets out, it will create a scandal. Your father and I will find you a suitable mate.” Her mother turned to walk away but Y/N desperately grabbed onto her arm.

“No… please… mother, do not make me do this! I want him to be the father! I do not want any other idiotic boy!”

Ronal softly caressed Y/N’s face as small tears dripped down her cheeks. She finally allowed herself to cry after holding everything in. “I am sorry, my child, but it is for the best.”

Y/N abruptly straightened her back. “No.” She firmly refused, surprising Ronal. “I have been the perfect daughter for you and Father. Do I not receive a reward in return?”

“You have a baby without a mate. I could hardly call that a reward.”

“Why will you not allow me to decide? You say it is for the best but do you really want to live the rest of your life knowing I am miserable? Will you put me through that just to keep your reputation? Is your reputation among the clan more important than your own daughter’s happiness?!” Y/N had not inherited Tsireya’s gentleness nor Aonung’s ego. She had inherited her mother’s temper.

“Listen to me, child, they will leave sooner or later. They will not stay here, no matter how much Neteyam will claim he loves you.”

“Then I will pay the price. Let me do this, mother. I have already suffered enough. I cannot do it again.”

Ronal narrowed her eyes. “Come.” She beckoned her daughter out of the hut. Y/N did not ask where Ronal was leading her; she simply followed behind.

Ronal’s sudden appearance in the Sully Family’s hut caused them to quiet down. Neteyam shared a look with Y/N, confused.

“It seems my daughter has found herself… involved with your eldest son.” Ronal spoke, sending Y/N a subtle glare. Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek. “This is not the Metkayina way but unfortunately, she is pregnant.”

Chaos broke out. Jake spat out a mouthful of water while Neytiri coughed to hide the fact that she had almost choked in shock. Lo’ak muffled his loud laughs as a look of horror crossed Neteyam’s face. Kiri quietly clicked her tongue, staring at her eldest brother.

“For some unknown reason, my daughter wishes for Neteyam to be the father. I will allow this if your son proves to me that he will be able to provide for Y/N. She is the future Tsahik and I will allow only the best for her. That is all.” Ronal walked away, expecting Y/N to follow.

“You knocked up the Chief’s daughter?” Jake said as soon as the two Metkayina women were gone. Lo’ak could finally freely laugh while Neteyam shoved him.

“Shut up.” He muttered, standing to run after Y/N.

[cvnt4him]

Wardrobe malfunction. ᯓ Izuku x kirishima

synopsis ᯓ ❝ you're on your way to check up on your friends to see if they've gotten all suited up in their Mirko outfits for the photoshoot, you see one of them had a bit of trouble..izuku being the helpful guy he is, he offers the red haired foe a hand,.. things get a little..too handy in the meantime..❞

warnings ➪ m!sub, soft!dom zuzu, mm4f, anal, oral m recieve, fingering, spit mention, slight hair pulling

day 9; ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯!

Your former classmates back in highschool and you were getting ready to do a photoshoot you all done once before; a reunion type of thing. You were honoring and representing the infamous pro hero Mirko by wearing her hero outfit.

Once you were all suited up, your makeup and hair done so nicely, you ready yourself to check on your peers. Walking down the halls you check on most to all of your friends. Peeping in their dressing rooms to assure they're alright and other things.

“ everything good in here?”

“ better than ever!!”

Your friend mina said, you give her a warm smile before closing the door behind you.

You soon then walk to midoriya's dressing room, you knock gently and call out to check on him only to get no response.

“ I'm coming in...”

You open the door to an empty dressing room. That's rather odd? Maybe he was by the snack bar? You hear a sudden chatter in the dressing room down the hall and walk towards the noise.

“ kirishima.. maybe he's seen deku?”

You peek your ear at the door,...not to eavesdrop just to.....listen..quietly.

“ these measurements...it's a shame after all these years they still haven't gotten mine right..”

“ hmm, what do you mean kiri?”

“ just that I spill out in certain.....places...”

“ ahh, I see...”

“ i thought they gave you a bigger suit this time to fix it...here let me see..”

“ I mean it's just embarrassing... I don't understand how they keep messing it up.....”

You hum to yourself and slowly open the door with a knock before announcing yourself.

“ uh- hey, is everything alright in here?”

“ oh! y/n, hello! now isn't... a good time.. come back later?”

“ oh. I see well, I can come back another ti— ”

“ what no! c’mon let her stay! we could use the extra company!”

“ well.. I just figured since your suit is uhm......,

The green hair maled paused as he looked kirishima up and down with a nervous smile.

-,th-that maybe you would need some privacy..?”

“ nah it's all good! come on in y/n!”

You smile at the friendly giant and welcome yourself into his dressing room. You close the door behind you as you stand next to deku and offer him a polite smile. To no surprise he gives you one right back.

“ so, uh, whats going on-.. woah.”

“ oh kirishima...”

“ I've got it fixed see!”

The red haired male turns away from the mirror to show you both how he "fixed" his situation.

Neither of you dare to look away just staring at the man's crotch. Izuku was quite flustered unknowing of what to do or even to say. You were in the same boat, how were you supposed to speak when this guys cock was literally bulging against the suit; he wasn't even hard?!

“ you really have no shame, huh.”

“ shame? nah man! shames unmanly!”

Well..you gotta respect his morals. He was cute to say the least, his die hard attitude and constant cheery personality. It was different and definitely comfortable to be around. He was a naturally positive guy. You couldn't help but smile at his words.

“ you look amazing y/n! like a cute little bunny!”

Izuku was quick to agree complimenting and pointing out small details that suits your body so well before realizing what he was saying and saying away. Idiots

“ well, I'm glad they at least got your measurements right.. they can never seem to get mine accurate.”

“ you're a big guy, you seem to get bigger every time I see you haha!”

“ y'know she's not wrong kiri.”

“ it seems to fit you everywhere but uhm... there. I can help if you'd like!”

Izuku hums to himself before offering a helping hand. Kirishima was quickly flushed but soon agreed.

Wow.

You watched as izuku walked towards him and got down on his knees slowly in front of the man, eyes never leaving his. Kirishima gulped down and izukus hand raised to approach his crotch before he suddenly stopped.

“ uh, do you mind if I....?”

“ oh.. i- uh- uhm! no.. nope! go right ahead..!”

Izuku smiled for a quick second as an okay before he began trying to "help" the larger male. Your eyes widened in surprise. You were seriously watching your male friend sit with his face directly centered at your other male friends...dick. albeit clothed, but still.

It was an interesting watch to say the least. You felt slightly guilty... Should you turn away.. is-, is that most respectful? Is this something you shouldn't be watching orrr....

“ what uhm.. are you gonna do bro...?”

“ hmm... well, this is gonna sound very awkward but uh...,

Izuku looked down quickly then back up to kirishimas eyes.

have you ever uhm.. considered tucking?”

“ tucking?”

Holy hell.. quite the conversation. You choked on your spit at the mention. You wouldn't lie, you were intensely curious on why and how izuku knew what it was. Not that he was dumb or anything it's just not something you would imagine him needing to know. Or even knowing for that matter,... Or even recommending it to others?!

They both looked at you as you coughed concerned if you were alright, you caught your breath and gave them a thumbs up before their attention turned back to one another.

“ d..don't ask me how I know what it is but; it's where you uhm..tuck your "bits" so it gives you a flat appearance!”

“ it's just that....kirishima, you're very uhm. well endowed? I really think it could help.”

He explained it perfectly. You were too damn curious.

“ hm.. never heard of it...,”

“ yeah, how do you even know what that is, izuku?”

You tease questioning the man on his knees. He squeezed at the question slowly turning back to look at you with nervous eyes and a just as nervous chuckle before stammering on his words.

“ yeah, I'll try it.”

Kirishima was deep in thought before finally speaking up and causing izuku to shut up. Which izuku was thankful for.

“ oh, midoriya are you alright? your face is very red..”

“ y- yeah yeah! haha, I'm fine.. just.... here, let me help...”

“ m..midoriya....”

“ hang in there for me, kirishima..”

Fucking hell. Izuku was literally about to touch kirishimas cock. You gulped down and looked away turning your head and using your hand to half ass cover your vision. You admired the ceiling and even the mirror lights trying your hardest to ignore the little sounds you heard from the larger male.

Kirishima was utterly flustered, he didn't know what to do while izuku touched him gently. Izuku tried his hardest to get it done as quick as possible, y'know trying to help a friend out! But it didn't turn out as planned....

“ oh.. uhm, kirishima are you...hard?”

Fuck...

“ ah! uh- uhm, here! let me uh— ahem! Do that!”

You felt so out of place while everything went down; as you should feel. Yet you ridicule yourself for feeling a swirly feeling in your stomach...it's not like you wanted to see kirishimas cock hard or anything. Haha...hah.

Izuku looked up at the red haired male who quickly pulled away from izuku and turned around. He had such an non judgemental look in his wide green eyes. To be fair, it did look like he had nothing on his mind half the time when he looked at people with those big ass eyes but still.

“ im sorry it's just... uhm.. it's been a long time since..”

“ your hand is uhm.. surprisingly soft and,”

Izuku stood to his feet with a small snicker and a sweet smile.

“ oh, haha! thanks?”

You turned your gaze back and looked izuku up and down with a small smirk. He looked at you and blushed before rolling his eyes, his smile still present.

You look to kirishima who was a flustered mess, he was terribly red and trying his hardest to regain his composure.

“ it uhm... was my quirk guys, t.. totally..”

The look you and izuku gave each other then him was diabolical.

“ d.. don't look at me like that you guys!”

You both laugh to yourselves as kirishima buried his face in his hands with the tape. He groaned lowly and embarrassemingly.

“ y'know..”

You start, gaining both of their attentions with ease. You hum to yourself before a quick little grin appeared on your face.

“ there's no way you can tuck if you're hard.”

Izuku hummed as kirishima averted his gaze from the both of you, still very red and very embarrassed.

“ you're right.. we won't get anywhere if hes uhm, like that.”

“ what do you propose we do?”

Kirishima scoffs to himself before speaking,

“ well, there is one way I know that could get it down quickly heh, too bad we can't do that here huh?”

He jokes around with a small smile before looking to the two of you.

Izuku thinks and turns to you which causes you to smirk. The evil smirk that plastered across his freckled face was so damn hot, he looked like some sexy hero turned evil.

“ wait, wait ,wait, wait, what are you two looking at each other like that for...”

The freckled male chuckles lightly before turning to kirishima,

“ kiri, why don't you sit on the couch for us, hm?”

He points to the couch behind him and kirishima nods with a shaky breath and complies.

“ is this seriously happening..”

“ we can help you, if you'd like of course. there's no way we can send you out there while you're all... pent up.”

“ of course I'd let you! you both are sexy as hell, id let you both do whatever you wanted to me...”

A satisfied sigh left izuku as he peered down at the spiky haired male with pure lust covering his eyes; it was as if he was taken over by some sort of Incubus.

You smiled and stood beside izuku following his mead in this crazy escapade.

“ but..what do you want to do to me...”

Once again you two looked at each other a small nod being exchanged between the two.

“ well...”

“ we could.. get down on our knees, just like this.....”

Izuku says in a soft and sultry tone, slowly going down to his knees as you did the same, both of you in either side of his legs. Izukus hand on his knee.

“ then.....we could run our hands up your inner thighs, y'know where it's super.. sensitive.”

Izuku grabs your hand and places his on top, trailing it up and down his inner thigh next to his hardend bulge gently. Kirishima wasn't lying when he said izukus hands were soft.

Kirishima groaned quietly, covering his mouth with his hand to not let the shaky whimper out of hie mouth. It was as if izuku was extremely pleased with the way kirishima reacted beneath the two of you.

Izukus eyes trailed down to kirishimas cock as it twitched violently, the giggle that escaped izuku was not surprising, but shocking. He sighed and admired the sight in front of him.

“ we might have to hurry and get you out of the suit before you leak through it, hm?”

“ oh.. yeah for...for sure.”

It was more than obvious kirishimas was aching inside of the suir, his thick cock bulging against it, twitching and yearning to be touched. Izuku hummed and with tiur hands in his he placed both on top of kirishimas cock so you could feel the way it jerked up into your touch, the warmth of your palms.

You were shocked by his act of boldness, turning your gaze to the green haired male who was already looking at you with glazed over eyes, he wanted this, badly at that. Possibly just as bad ad kirishima clearly did he was just better at keeping his needs composed.

He gently rubbed your hands across kirishimas cock making him wince, he groaned lightly and closed his eyes. Neither of you noticed it but your faces were slowly moving closer to each other. Izukus eyes trailed down to your lips, gently biting his own as he quickly captured yours.

Kirishima opened his eyes to the sight of you two kissing, it was a slow yet passionate kiss. Izuku let out little mewls as you let his tongue invade your mouth, tongues swishing and swirling together as izuku peeked his eyes open a little to see. He was blushing furiously.

Kirishimas cock, unsurprisingly, leaked through the suit and got onto your hand causing you to stop the kiss and pull away, not only that but you had to catch your breath. Who knew izuku was an aggressive and needy kisser. Izuku tried his hardest to follow your lips, not wanting the kiss to end.

“ we should,.. hurry and get him out of the suit.”

“ yeah, you're right...”

Just as you both were about to remove it you all heard a loud boom and yelling coming from the other side of the door, and possibly the other side of the building. You jumped as izukus eyes shot to the door in a heroic instant, it's like he was scanning the other side of the room without even seeing through anything. His reflexes and instincts were like a dog, very assertive and on point.

Kirishima who was so blinded by lust and need he could hardly register what was going on, poor baby.

“ wait..maybe we should uh... check to see how much t..time we have.”

Izukus eyes turned back to kirishima as he seemed kind of disappointed.

“ yeah... uh- I mean, uhm yeah! y..you're right!”

“ hang on, let me text kaminari to see.”

They both agree and give you a moment, you stand and sit beside kirishima and izuku does the same. You text the blonde and question what was going and if he heard that loud noise ect ect.

You both text back and forth before he sends you a picture that causes you to snort aloud confusing the two men beside you.

“ what's going on?”

They both say in unison, looking at each other before back to you.

“ sorry sorry, I just.. pfft- katsukis lame ass!”

Denki had sent you a video of dynamite yelling at one of the workers trying to help him with the suit, according to denki they got his measurements wrong and made it way too big and he took it as a huge insult assuming they were thinking he was just blatantly fat and shit. Plus he hadn't eaten much so he was hangry as fuck.

They both chuckled and izuku couldn't help but to apologize for the angry blonde actions.

“ yeah that sounds like kacchan alright haha...sorry guys!”

“ did kaminari say how much time we had left?”

You had completely forgotten.

“ oh! Yeah, supposedly they ordered food and it's taking a long ass time to get here due to the doid not even being made yet, plus traffic and katsuki ssid he wasn't doing shit until hes eaten so, about an hour? hour and a half?”

“ maybe even longer depending on how much angrier katsuki gets”

“ hm that is true... so then we should be good for the time being, right?”

You nod in confirmation placing your phone down and facing the boys.

“ so do you guys still?”

Kirishima looked weary but nodded hesitantly, you give a quick nod and that was the confirmation izuku was looking for. He gives you both a soft warm smile.

Izuku crawls back down to kirishimas knees getting ready to do lord knows what before kirishima suddenly halts.

“ wait..before we do anything,.... what does this like, make us?”

Izukus eyes immediately widened at the question blinking a couple of times before turning to you then back to the man above him.

“ because, I would seriously take you both out on a date after this. If you want, that is.”

It wasn't like you exactly minded at all. Food sounded nice and why not do it with two hot guys who just do happen to be your friends and just so happen to be okay with everything going down? You shrug your shoulders and leave it at that.

Izuku hums and looks into the sky as if he were thinking. He bites his lower lip before speaking,

“ oh, well. I suppose we can talk more about that later, a date doesn't sound quite that bad.”

“ great! but uh, of course later right now I'm feeling a bit...antsy.”

Izuku chuckles sweetly with a smile.

“ we can tell, you're twitching through the suit~”

Izuku teased the man above which causes him flush with a nervous laugh.

“ so..”

you start, awaiting for something to happen.

“ can I uh...move your suit to the side, kirishima?”

Izuku asks in more of a pleasing manner, his voice soft and sweet as he asks for such a thing. Izuku managed to make inappropriate things seem so easy and light-hearted.

“ you two don't have to ask anymore, just go right ahead.”

With that, izuku scooter even closer to kirishimas cock slowly inching his hands up to his hardened and strained cock. He gently pet the thick base of his cock through the fabric with his pointer finger making kirishima jolt up with a hushed gasp.

Quickly izuku hooked his finger through the edge of his suit and pulled it to the side like it were a pair of panties. Kirishimas thick cock quickly sprung to life and slapped against his pelvis.

Both of your eyes blew wide at the side, he wasn't exactly maintained down there but he wasn't too wild either,

It wasn't too much to bear of course, not that something like that'd stop either of you.

Izukus breath shuddered and his eyes pupils instantly enlarged. He was once again blinded by sheer lust, he bit his lip and looked at his cock like it was the last piece of meat on this earth.

Izuku muttered lowly and breathily to himself, the sheer length and girth of the larger man was intimidating.

He gulped down the little spit he had in his mouth, it was as if it were drying up at the sight. He sighs and turns to you before asking;

“ hey uh, hun, do...,do you wanna share him with me?”

“ I mean.. he's more than big enough.”

Kirishimas breath hitched at the question, the eager nod you gave izuku was too adorable, his cock twitched against his thigh, it was so thick it could hardly stand up on its own. Not to mention the length of it...izuku would need the help anyway.

“ watch closely... we're going to take good care of you..”

Izuku said as he lowered his mouth down slowly in his tip, you instantly crawled in and suckled on the base of his cock, sucking gently and you move your mouth up and down his veiny thength.

“ oh- god..”

Izuku hummed around his tip, fluttering his eyes closed momentarily savoring the taste of his or cum that beaded at the slit. He swiped his tongue causing kirishima to wince and squint his eyes as if he were hurt. Izuku chuckles at the reaction.

You move your mouth down to his balls and glide your tongue across the flesh, suckling one into your mouth quite harshly. He groaned deeply, the sound practically shooting out of him.

kirishimas breaths were quivering. His eyes frantic and leering down at the two of you. Sweat began forming at his furrowed brows. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

A sharp breath escaped from the man as izuku swiped his tongue over his large tip. His tongue swirling and paying close attention to it.

“ is it..good? are we doing good?”

Izuku spoke with a muffled speech, spit visible on his lower lip as he peered up at kirishima with blown wide eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes didn't want kirishima to look away from his.

Kirishima swallowed thickly as he shakily nodded. You kept paying attention to the base of his cock, letting your tongue trace a very prominent vein while izuku stroked his tip and spoke. You let your hands fondle his balls in a gentle manner causing his eyes to roll back.

“ you're both so..fuck...”

Kirishima could hardly speak with the ungodly things you both were doing to him. The absolute divine things you were making him feel. His words were unsure and shaky.

Izuku hummed around kirishimas cock before you both moved around a lot more, exploring new things to do as your tongues danced together around his cock. Kirishima let out a gutteral groans, you could tell by the way his cock was painstakingly red and twitching for more that he was close.

“ shit.. I think I....—”

“ not yet kirishima.”

“ hang in there for us. we have more than enough time so...why rush?”

Izuku was quick to say. Izuku was very observant, he paid close attention to little things that others wouldn't. He knew little things that would make kirishima fold and shake underneath you both.

It was odd to see izuku "laying down the law" and being quite stern. But you understand, this was quite fun and you hadn't wanted it to end so quickly either.

“ ill be honest...I've, wanted to do something like this with you both for a while...”

“ really..?”

Izuku hummed in response as he continued stroking his cock before going down on him once more.

“ fuck just like that..please it feels so good..”

Kirishima bucked his hips up towards your mouths with a whiney muffled moan, he couldn't take his eyes away for the wonderful escapade happening for him.

“ you two look so pretty like this...taking my cock so, so well.”

He lightly praised the both of you as he let one of his hands come down and stroke your hair, you closed your eyes in response to the positive feeling. It made you feel something deep in your core. Of course you were needy, you'd be crazy if this whole thing hadn't made you feel something.

Izuku had seemed to really be getting into the groove of it. You pulled away momentarily only for izuku to swallow kirishima whole. Of course he didn't completely deep throat him as kirishima is huge. Like..huge. but he began bobbing his head up and down rhythmically. It was such an enticing view, izuku losing himself in giving another man, your best friend, head.

You bit your lip and couldn't help watching the scene. Izuku soon noticed you didn't try to push him away or even come back you just watched. He quickly pulled away to speak.

“ hold on..i have an idea.”

He said softly. He grabbed both of your attention before quickly speaking seeing as you both were eager and hadn't wanted to stall any longer..

“ love, how about I move your suit to the side and finger you? get you nice and ready to take him.”

It was as if you practically jumped up at the proposal, excited and awaiting for something like this. You nodded in such an eager agreement making izuku chuckle lowly and stroke your cheek at the adorableness.

“ and then, kirishima, you can keep fucking my throat. just until she's ready.”

“ we're uh, going that far huh? yeah.. okay.”

Izuku hummed and hurriedly moved your suit to the side and gently ran his thumb across your folds getting a quick feel of things. He bit his lip and just watched for a moment as he softly played with you.

You let out such heavenly noises that went straight to izukus achingly hard cock, izuku would be a lie if he said he didn't want to pounce on you. But he wanted kirishima to have a turn with you.

Izuku looked up at you with a quick warm smile before turning to kirishima. His eyes were dark and full of greed.

“ please, kirishima...fuck my throat more..?”

Kiris cock twitched at the sheer sound of desperation and need that was laced in izukus voice. He groaned at the sight in front of him and reached for izukus head, running his hands through his hair and slightly bringing him closer.

Izuku was quick to take kirishimas cock down. Harshly slurping and suckling on his thick cock. His brows furrowed together as he struggled to take him entirely in his mouth but he did it. Such sweet mewls leaving izukus mouth. Your moans and quiet breaths along with kirishimas much louder ones were egging him on. He wanted to see just how far he could truly take it.

Watching izuku take kirishima down was quite the sight, he was eager and hungry for it. You grabbed his hand and tried to push his finger deeper. At the touch of you he decided to add two extras for you. Plugging you with three of his fingers and moving them at a steady pace, not too slow but just fast enough to satiate you for now.

Spit had began dripping from the sides of izukus mouth and kind of down his chin. He was getting restless and sucked kirishima as if he had a purpose, a goal. Kirishima threw his head back with such a gutteral groans, his hand still tangled in the izukus hair as he pushed his head down further.

“ fuck, izuku...”

The way kirishima shamelessly moaned for the shorter man was quite enamouring. Izuku temporarily removed his mouth from kirishima to check in with you, he stroked the man off and turned his attention towards you, spit around his mouth and slightly dripping down hie chin. He caught his breath and made sure you were alright before going back in.

Izukus low sounds that he let escape around kirishimas cock were growing louder. He seemed to be getting off to it.

“ you taste so good kirishima..”

He moaned up to the man as he stuck his tongue out and rubbed kirishimas cock along the pink muscle.

Kirishima couldn't help but harshly bite his lip, he was close but he didn't want to cum yet. Izuku was right, you have enough time to spare so why not enjoy yourselves a little while longer?

Izuku quickly went back down and sucked kirishimas cock for all it was work. Letting his tongue swirl around his as he slurped and bobbed his head. He seemed like a pro.

There was no way kirishima was going to last. He looked as if he was going to explode already..

Izuku removed his mouth and turned to you, your cunt was wet and ready to take whatever it was given. You had soaked izukus fingers in your slick and he slowly removed them slurping everything off with a low moan.

“ alright...you're nice and ready to take him, love.”

“ go ahead and straddle his lap for me, and kirishima you lie down for me.”

You both did exactly as you were told while izuku lightly praised you both.

“ there we are..”

You held onto kirishimas chest and waited for not only his, but izukus ready as well. You smiled down at the man beneath you and slid your cunt up and down his aching cock. He winced at the best of your cunt and the sticky feeling of your slick.

“ god...please don't tease me... I already feel like I'm gonna cum..”

“ I.. wanna put it in...can I? please...please..”

Kirishima begged and writhed underneath you. Pleading for you to let him have you, all of you. Kirishima got off to hiw you looked in the suit, the way it hugged your bidy and made you look so aooetizing.

“ alright fine..”

You giggle. He thanks you before you hurriedly slam yourself down on his cock. It shocked not only kirishima but izuku aswell. A little 'oh.' leaving the green haired man's mouth. Both of their eyes were wide and kirishima couldn't help but moan loudly as you took him all the way down to the base.

“ fuck, i— shit.. you took me all the way down. I'm impressed I've never really had someone who.. has.”

“ well now you have.”

You say slightly proud of yourself with what he's just revealed. It's honestly an accomplishment. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't big because he definitely was. He filled you so full without even cumming inside of you, which you were most excited for.

He laid back and let you take control. You rode him as best as you could, you wouldn't lie and say he definitely wasn't big. He filled you up so well you were practically losing your mind. You let out some whimpers trying to muffle every noise of yours that threatened to escape, you wanted to hear kirishimas sweet moans.

They left his beautiful mouth like slippery butter they sounded so serene you couldn't help but to want to hear more.

“ that's it baby... take what you need.”

Izuku rubbed your back, his large warm hand sending shivers up your spine and causing your skin to tingle. You arched your back into his touch and moaned throwing your head back. A small smile crawling into izukus face at the reaction.

Izuku looked over to kirishima who looked as if he was experiencing a pure euphoric rush. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open as you rode his cock, his hands were on your thighs gently squeezing. Izuku hummed before gaining Kiri's attention.

“ would you mind if I did something? to ready you to take me?”

Izuku spoke lowly to the red haired man making his eyes widen, he hadn't wanted to alarm you seeing as you were in your own blissful estate. Kirishima gulped down, his mind was already getting fuzzy he couldn't do more than to nod helplessly.

Izuku has kirishima shift a bit almost making you go off course but you were quick to get back to work, nearly reaching your orgasm. Izuku licked and sucked in his own fingers to coat them in his spit so he can't get kirishima ready for him.

Kirishima groaned at the newness biting down hardly on his lip, his moans escaping and sounding more whiney as izuku worked his magic.

“ there we go kiri, that's it.”

Kirishimas breath was shaky and his eyes were squeezed shut once more, he couldn't help but squeezing your thighs harder each time you went down on him. Izuku aided kirishima with a whole new wave of pleasure from his skillfully fingers he felt so close.

“ alright kiri, hold on f’me im gonna put it in..”

Kirishima mumbled a response, izuku just smiled wearily and rubbed his thigh before gently pushing his just as thick and large cock head inside of him. Kirishima let out the whiniest moan ever making your eyes open, you laughed breathlessly at how such a big strong man can make such sweet noisee, it was adorable.

Izuku groaned lowly to himself before coming forward to kiss your shoulder making you jump with a squeak. His brows were furrowed and he clenched his jaw a couple of times, he wanted to wait for kirishimas 'okay' he did, he really did. But he just couldn't help his own need to cum.

He began putting his hips at a certain pace that had kirishima genuinely about to cum, he groaned and covered his eyes with one of his arms. Kirishimas head back in the pillows as you both fucked and used him for all he was worth.

“ please don't stop.. it feels so— so fucking good..~”

The way izukus hot breaths fanned your neck sent you over the edge, you leaned over to lay down on kirishimas chest moans being muffled as you bury your face in his neck. Izuku simply laughed above you both.

Kirishima held you closely as both for your orgasms were approaching. Izuku kept his hips moved, pistoning them in snf out of kirishima at a much faster pace causing kirishima to moan in your ear, kirishimas eyes were filling with tears from the overstimulation and he hadnt even cum yet.

The pleasure from you both was beginning to be far too much.

“ im- I'm gonna cum, fuck..”

You whined on his chest and kept moving your hips as izukus hand came down to your ass and gently squeezed it.

“ hmm, c'mon baby make him cum.. cum on his cock f’me, that's it.”

You tried your hardest to speed up, your impending orgasm making itself known once more, you sat up to fully ride him once more causing kirishima to moan. He threw his head back with a groan as he began cumming inside of you, you felt his cum reach depths inside causing you to cum yourself. With a sigh you had your hips slow down and laid back down on his chest.

Your breath as shaky as kirishimas, little mewls still leaving his mouth as izuku tried to chase his own orgasm, not trying to fall behind you two.

With a couple more messy thrusts inside he pulled out and came in your back, milky spurts of cum getting all over mirkos suit. It was so much you felt it all just splattering all over your back you couldn't help but to giggle.

You all caught your breath, laughing with one another before izuku noticed what he had done.

“ oh shit! I- I came on your suit! oh no..”

You sigh with a giggle, there's not much you can do but try wiping it off and going about your day in hpped no one notices or smells it.... It was a lot after all.

Izuku apologizes profusely as kirishima cant help but laugh along with you. Just as you were all getting comfortable a call came through.

“ sorry, that's mine.”

You say reaching off of kirishima to grab your phone.

“ oh.”

“ what?”

“ what's the matter?”

“ we have five minutes...”

You all scrambled together trying to clean and get yourselves situated with help from one another, laughing and giggling with one another.

AN: FINALLY GOT THIS WHACK ASS SHIT OUT HOLY FUCK.

[glitterbiss]

“Unwillingly Attached”- Anthony Bridgerton x SBF!Danbury Reader pt.1

a/n this is my first ever…”one shot?” Whatever it is. I’m kind of nervous to put this out there, but I realized that every time I get immersed in a character again, I need to release this creativity; my mind is full of scenarios and I never put them into play. So this is a start, and I hope I will continue to put more out. Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, I wanna improve my writing. 💙

Summary: It is the night of Lady Danbury’s niece’s 20th birthday. Overstimulated by all the dancing and clutter of people, she takes a breath of fresh air, only for it to be irritatingly suffocating by her constant aggravation

Word count: 2,521

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, innuendo, black!reader, dirty talk, body worship, age gap

Also, I recommend playing Toxic by Midnite String Quartet and How Deep Is Your Love by Kiris Houston as you read cause it really adds to the tone, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bridgerton characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Lord Bridgerton uttered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “I understand you wish to have time to yourself, but you must remember, this ball is held in your honor. I ask that you head inside.” His words hung in the air, a command disguised as a polite request. He spoke to her as if he had the right to dictate her actions, a presumption that had become too familiar.

Anthony and Y/N have known each other for years. Seeing that she had been close friends with his sisters, the girls were inseparable. So, when they got in trouble with the eldest Bridgerton, she did as well. Now Y/N did not mind having her ears talked off by the man, but when he tells her what to do and give her orders…that always ruffle her feathers. She still respected him as the head of the house, taking his title into consideration; a few eye rolls at his orders never hurt. Anthony had always known of her doing so, or even sometimes catching her looking at him with a disgusted expression; he ignored them, finding it humorous. The man saw it adorable that she felt irritation from his orders. However, now, a woman grown, she won’t hold her tongue.

The woman let out a deep, frustrated sigh, shutting her eyes as irritation bubbled within her. She turned to face the man sternly, her patience with him wearing thin. Her full brown curls swirled in the gentle breeze, dragging across her back and catching the eye of the viscount. His gaze, as always, drawn to her captivating presence.

The sight of her, his eyes tracing the curls, captivated Lord Bridgerton as they delicately caressed her skin. There was a longing in his gaze, a wish that he could be the one to stay there, to trace the path of her hair as it brushed against her skin. He had often wondered how it’d feel if it were his skin that her hair graced across. He yearned to know the sensation of her curls against him, a desire he kept hidden beneath the veneer of his composed exterior.

“Why do you persist in dictating my every move, as if you possess any authority over my actions, Lord Bridgerton?” She spoke with a conviction that underscored her diminishing regard for the man’s title. The respect she had once held for him had eroded under the constant and unsolicited commands. He had granted her no peace or autonomy, so she no longer cared to show him any deference.

“Well, I-.” He attempted to interject, but she swiftly cut him off with a simple action. Her finger rose, effectively shushing him before he could utter another word. He responded with a sly chuckle, a testament to his amusement at her forceful assertion.

“You are not in a position to control me, Lord Bridgerton. You are not my father. You are not my husband. You will cease this presumptuous behavior.” She warned with a tone that brooked no argument. Her words hung in the air, a clear and unequivocal declaration of her independence.

With that, she turned her back to him, a symbolic farewell to his overbearing presence. She moved gracefully down the steps, her every step a proclamation of her newfound freedom. Her destination was the garden, a sanctuary where she could find solitude and peace, away from the stifling authority of Lord Bridgerton.

Finding himself intrigued by her newfound authority, the man trailed a few steps behind the young woman, his eyes drawn to the sway of her dress as it brushed against her ankles. His mind wandered, painting vivid images of his hand slipping beneath the cool blue silk of her dress, tracing a path upward along her leg. A groan escaped his lips at the thought, the sound more akin to a moan than an expression of frustration.

Lord Bridgerton found himself at a loss, unable to pinpoint exactly when his interest in the girl had intensified. Was it the fact that he had witnessed her transformation from a naive girl into a mature, full-bodied woman? Or was it the subtle defiance she displayed each time she rolled her eyes at his words, a clear indication of her growing impatience with him? There was something incredibly exciting about riling her up, and he found himself fantasizing about doing so at all times, even when he was preoccupied with his responsibilities as a viscount.

“Y/M/N,” the Viscount’s voice stern with authority, invoking her middle name as he always did. It was his unique way of commanding her attention, a tactic that he had adopted over the years. He used it as if it held some magical sway over her, as though uttering it would compel her to pay heed to his words. Or perhaps, he simply enjoyed the privilege of being the only person who could address her in this manner.

A few feet behind her, he stood his ground, his eyes locked onto her retreating figure. He expected her to halt at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips as he watched her continue. He knew her all too well. With hurried steps, he caught up with her, his hand reaching out, gently grabbing her elbow. His fingers pressed into her skin, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, they were chest to chest, their faces inches apart. His warm breath mingled visibly with hers in the cold air. Confusion and determination mirrored in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze. His eyes slowly drifted down to her lips, curiosity tugging at his heartstrings. He wondered how they would feel against his own. His mind was a whirlpool of questions. ‘If I kiss her, would she kiss back?’ His gaze snapped back to her eyes, searching for answers.

“I do have the right,” he spoke slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I am a gentleman. I worry for your safety just as I worry for my sisters. You are my responsibility, just as they are.” His eyes found hers once again, his breath hitching as he let his hand run down her arm. The urge to lean in and press his lips upon hers was overpowering, but he resisted. Her eyes scanned his face, taking in his longing expression. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a sense of confusion swept over her. Why was she not pulling away? Why did this situation affect her so much? And why did she feel a sudden urge to kiss him?

“Anthony,” his name escaped her lips in a whisper before she could stop herself. His firm response, “Go. In. Side.” The man’s tongue laced with desperation, a warning to both her and himself. He desired to provoke her once more, yearning for her reaction. Yet, as much as he was fully aware of the dangerous path they were treading, he was also on the brink of losing his restraint.

And so, they stood there, in the tranquil garden, lost in each other’s presence, the world around them fading into insignificance. Desperation apparent in both of their gazes. “You do not listen.” She responded, feverishly desiring for his reaction as she stood her ground.

Despite the fact that Y/N found the lord intolerable, a revolting presence in her life, she couldn’t help but be aware of his physical presence; his determined gaze, the teasing smirk that would often grace his lips, the warmth and strength that radiated from his hands each time they dared to touch her body. Even though to an outsider, their interactions might have seemed normal, both of them found their thoughts consumed by these moments as they lay awake before sleep.

“Why do I seem to provoke such anger within you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers traced a path from her arm down to her waist, finding a comfortable resting place on her hips. Inside his mind, a battle waged. He desperately fought against his impulses, but his resolve was weakening. The proximity of her body, the sweet aroma of coca butter that clung to her skin, a scent that was rich, tantalizing, and utterly irresistible, was causing a hunger to stir within him. A hunger laced with lust. To make matters worse, the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to highlight every curve of her body, making her skin shimmer enticingly. ‘Am I being a fool?’ He silently questioned his own sanity.

His gentle caresses elicited a soft moan from her lips, a sound she detested because it was a clear indication that her body was willingly succumbing to his touch. The temptation was winning. It was even more frustrating for her to know that he felt the same. That he was just as affected by her as she was by him. She wasn’t the only one grappling with dangerous thoughts. Yet she chose to continue this game of tension. “You vex me, Anthony.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as her lips brushed against his. “To the point where my mood shifts dramatically the moment you step into the room. It’s infuriating.” Her words ended with a soft sigh. Her hand found its way to his chest. She tried to push him away, to create some distance between them, but felt an inexplicable urge to keep touching him.

His response to her words was a low groan, a sound that clearly indicated his satisfaction at knowing he could affect her so deeply. “You have become such a source of torment for me, Y/M/N. Why do you fill my mind with such vulgar thoughts?” His words were out before he could stop them, not that he cared much in the moment, carried away as he was by the intense emotions.

Her breath became slow and heavy, her eyes closing as she allowed her mind to conjure up various inappropriate scenarios, her head tilting back subconsciously to feel his breath against her neck. He drew in a sharp breath as he watched the moonlight play on her exposed neck. Her gold and diamond jewelry sparkled in the soft light, seeming to dare him to stake his claim. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing his lips gently against her throat, moving to the side of her neck, nipping at the skin.

Y/N’s hand held onto Anthony’s coat, her nails digging into the material as his warm tongue tasted her skin. Her thoughts were a whirlwind. ‘What if someone catches us?’ The risk only added to her excitement. His hand slowly moved up her sides to her chest, his thumb beneath her breast, holding her there as he nipped at her neck. “I think of you before I fall asleep,” he murmured into her ear. “I wonder if you’re a whiner, if you beg. Do you enjoy being told sinful things while being pleasured?” She stood there, intoxicated by his words, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand while the other played with his hair. “It keeps me up all night,” he admitted.

“Lord Bridgerton, we must stop this,” she warned, her voice shaky and not very convincing as she responded to his kisses, which had now moved from her neck down to her breast, just above her bodice. He seemed to ignore her words. No one would see them, bodies hidden behind the large fountain; he was far too entranced to give up on what had been a mere fantasy until now. “You are so invigorating,” he replied, scattering kisses up her jaw before claiming her lips with his own.

The instant their lips met in a fervent connection, a realization dawned upon them both; this encounter was going to become a complicated affair. Anthony, caught in the heat of the moment, wasted not a second. He wound his arms around her slender waist, pulling her lithe body into the solid strength of his own. The taste of her plump lips ignited his senses, sending him spiraling into a euphoric haze. She was his intoxicant, his addiction, and he was helplessly ensnared.

Y/N’s hand found a resting place on the warm expanse of his neck, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his flushed skin as she kissed him with a hunger she didn't understand. She often found herself exasperated with the lord, especially his orders. Yet, as she delved deeper into the intoxicating kiss, she comprehended that perhaps this inexplicable frustration was born out of a hidden desire for him.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance for supremacy, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps as the intensity of their kisses drained them of air. Yet, the lack of oxygen didn't deter them. Their mouths continued to hungrily devour each other, the sound of muffled grunts and moans filling the air, punctuated by the occasional silence. Anthony found himself leaning in for more, more of her sweet taste, more of her intoxicating scent. Meanwhile, Y/N held him in place by gripping his hair, the moon silently bearing witness to their fervor.

His hand slipped from her waist, the rough skin of his fingers gathering up the material of her dress. As he pulled and collected the fabric with his other hand, it bunched up around her thighs. His palm traced a path on her smooth skin, gentle and tender, causing her to shiver under his touch. Lifting her leg from the ground, he hooked it around his hip, calling out her name in a voice that was as breathless as it was low.

Engulfed in a cloud of lust, Y/N barely registered the sound of his voice, the deep, strong, but gentle timbre sending shivers down her spine. A sensation started to bubble up within her, threatening to consume her completely.

Suddenly, the echo of a sharp gasp pierced the silent night. “Oh!” Startled, they both broke away from their passionate tryst to confront the intruder. Standing there, eyes wide with shock, was Daphne. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, spinning on her heels to make a hasty retreat back towards the ball. Anthony, anxious about his sister's unexpected arrival, hastily set Y/N's leg back on the ground and rushed after Daphne, eager to provide an explanation. His primary concern was to prevent any animosity from developing between Daphne and Y/N.

Left alone, Y/N was haunted by guilt, her mind swimming with the weight of having kissed her friend's brother. She hastily adjusted her dress, her hand instinctively flying to cover her still tingling lips. Panic set in as her eyes scanned the surroundings, the reality of her actions hitting her full force. She couldn't believe she had kissed him, and the question that echoed in her mind was, "What is wrong with me?" She pondered if she would ever be forgiven. Now that she had recognized her feelings for him, would she be able to let them go? She didn't want her friendship with the girls to end because of this.

Y/N decided then and there, from that moment on, she was going to stay as far away from Lord Bridgerton as possible.

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Ma Miles - Ch. 1

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Masterpost | Chapter 2

Looking up at the bright sunny skies, you thanked the Great Mother for the peace that now lay over your new home. It had been so difficult leaving the Hometree behind, watching it burn and scream for help that could not be given by any of you. You had done what you could for the wounded, helped send the dead back to Eywa and when the dust settled, Jake Sully - Toruk Makto - emerged with Neytiri as the new leader of the Omaticaya clan. When they welcomed their first child, however, everything changed for the better. Neteyamur had been such a well-behaved child, so calm, so kind. The wise women of your clan often liked to comment on how Eywa had blessed the young boy, and how she flowed through his veins. They made a beautiful family, the boy bringing Neytiri joy in every sense of the word. 

Your lives were finally getting back to a semblance of what it once had been. Although the RDA still built their machines, mining away where your Hometree once stood, a relative peace had wrapped itself over your new home. Jake was a good leader to the Omaticaya, bringing victory and pride to your clan when the sky people tried to get closer. The few sky people that were left, guarded by the dreamwalkers, helped in every way possible while doing their peaceful research in tune with Eywa. How they could be the same species was beyond you. 

With no great value to your clan, you were - among others - tasked with helping the sky people and their dreamwalkers to the best of your ability. The small people were kind, although…different than what you had pictured them to be. Most were just in awe over the Great Mother’s abilities, registering her energies, and noting how everything connected, content to do their work to better understand the blessing that Pandora had received for Eywa. The dreamwalkers tried their best to rectify what their sky people had done to the Great Mother, working hard to rebuild and mend what was broken. 

But among those who stayed, a small child was left, orphaned by the tragedies of war. His mother killed in the assault on the Tree of Souls, and his father… the very demon who led the assault - Colonel Miles Quaritch. Born before Neteyam, Miles Socorro was too young to undergo the journey back to his home, although you had always argued that Pandora was his home. Eywa had granted him life, had welcomed the little boy to grow among her children, and so he did. Enamored with the little, odd child you were never far from each other and when the sky people who took him in gave up, you were the only constant left in his life. 

With the nickname Spider, he grew to be a big boy full of joy and curiosity for Eywa and her children. And although you were alerted when he first started calling you mom, the title brought nothing but love and adoration now, something the young boy knew to exploit whenever Lo’ak managed to drag him into trouble. You never stopped worrying when he wasn’t around, but your son was all too quickly growing into an adult. Letting go was a part of motherhood and one you would have to accept to let your son find his own path along Eywa. Luckily he was attached at the hip to Kiri, the brightest of the Sully children. She would always manage to talk sense to him, even if Lo’ak tried his hardest to persuade him otherwise. 

Chuckling to yourself, you bent to collect the last of the dew drops from a floating rock. Although your work wasn’t considered important, you liked helping the sky people collect their samples which in turn made them wonder in awe of the Great Mother’s reach. Getting back on your Ikran, you lazily flew back to the campsite, taking the time to caress his long neck, smiling to yourself as he purred loudly. 

But before you could walk into the research area to deliver your work, you were stopped dead in your tracks. The moment you saw Jake Sully you knew that something was wrong. He looked worried, tired, and bruised. 

“Jake?” You ask carefully, your ears lowering nervously. 

When Neytiri walks up behind him, avoiding eye contact with you, your heart starts beating loudly in your chest. Something was very wrong for the both of them to come to find you while you worked. 

“Where’s Spider?” Your voice doesn’t sound right to your own ears, the tone wrong. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Jake starts and Neytiri finally looks you in the eyes. 

“The children were playing down at the old shack when Lo’ak called me,” Jake starts, his own ears folding backward as his throat struggles to swallow, “A group of RDA avatars - recombinants - were there and they were caught,”

“What are you saying, Toruk Makto?” You ask gently, your ears lifting hopefully. 

“When we arrived, they were waiting for us and a battle began. In the chaos, we got separated, and… Y/n, they took Spider,” You can hear Jake Sully’s words, you can understand what he’s saying, but at the same time, nothing makes sense to you. 

“The children…” You mumble, not sure what to say as you let it all sink in. 

“Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk are safe,” Jake offers gently before continuing, “Spider is a tough kid, Y/n, he will be alright,”

Snapping your eyes to your Toruk Makto, you narrow them dangerously as your tail whips furiously behind you. ‘He would be alright,’ My son is out there, alone, and he will be alright. The anger you feel is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before and it’s directed at the clan leaders. You haven’t noticed the crowd slowly gathering around you, nor heard their whispers as you try to make sense of everything. Your Ikran screams somewhere behind you, but you can’t turn your eyes away from the couple in front of you. 

“You left my son to be taken,” The sheer venom that filters through your hiss tastes vile as you growl them. 

“We tried to save him, Y/n, but in the chaos, he got away from us,” Jake tries, he really does, but the words sound hollow to your bleeding heart. 

“You are Toruk Makto, you are supposed to protect your people, our children,” You scream at him, your voice so loud it makes your own ears ring uncomfortably. 

“He is not of us,” Neytiri hisses back, ears flat as she protects her mate, hissing angrily when Jake hums disapprovingly at her. 

"You do not speak of him like that," You hiss dangerously as you point to Neytiri, "You have always thought him unworthy because of who his father is, but he is a child of Eywa - my child, and you just left him to be taken," 

Neytiri doesn’t have anything to say to that, her mate trying to calm her down as he gently holds her arm. You can’t stand to hear their excuses any longer. Your son needs you and he’s out there alone somewhere. Turning away from your clan leaders, you quickly make your way to your home, not turning when Jake runs after you, weak protests falling from his lips. He doesn’t dare to enter your home, however, silently standing on the outside, watching as you gather a few essentials, Spider’s songcord, and your weapon. 

“Who?” You sneer at him before passing on your way back to your waiting Ikran. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that -”

“Who!?” You shout this time, snapping your head around to level your Toruk Makto with the darkest glare you have in you. 

“Colonel Miles Quaritch, Spider’s father. He's back to life as a recombinant Na’vi…” 

Freezing at the words you just heard, it takes a moment for your body to let go of the immediate fear you’re experiencing. You never thought you would hear that name like this. One day, you had prepared yourself to have the talk with Spider about who his father really was, but Spider never asked and you never offered more than everyone already knew. Hearing that the demon from the skies was back to life, and in a Na’vi body nonetheless, made something sink deep inside of you. 

At least you knew where to look now. 

Masterpost | Chapter 2

[aonungyoufuck]

can i request something where a sully!reader overhears lo’ak complaining/talking shit abt her to tsireya and she becomes distant and upset. thr aonung also overhears and picks on her abt it? then lo’ak “comes to the resvur” but the reader bursts in front of him

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Fem Sully!Reader

Warnings: Just angst. Maybe some self loathe here and there

Thank you Anon for submitting your request. I hope i did you justice and that you enjoy it! I kinda made up the ending since i didnt know if you wanted to be like a fluff end or still angst? So perhaps angst

You had been having a normal day. It was more of the usual Training and trying to form your ways into the life at the sea.

And you hadn't meant for yourself to eavesdrop. It just happened. You had the best relationship with Lo'ak and you thought it was also returned. Two trouble makers trying to make sense in the hierarchy that was your family.

"I just dont get it Tsireya. Its just i do care about Y/n i do. But i would like some time for myself. Its just annoying having to constantly have her loom over me."

"Lo'ak.."

"I just wish sometimes that i could tell her to leave me alone. But she'll stick to me like an unwanted curse"

You could feel the lump on your throat form. Breathing felt painful and you hadn't known why. Was it the hurt or the betrayal? You couldn't really tell.

"But you dont mean that"

"i do! I do Care about my family as i am sure everyone else does! But its annoying to have a constant shadow behind me. Sometimes i wish that she ..she wasn't my sister"

"Lo'ak!"

You didnt even bother to hear the rest. Couldn't even dare. You were hurt. Possibly more to know that this is how Lo'ak felt. And how long exactly? How long had he been coward enough not to tell you face to face. You just couldn't do it. You wouldn't do it. And you were unaware of the pair of eyes that watched you go.

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If Lo'ak had noticed your absence. He hadn't voiced it. You had done your best to avoid being around him as much as possible. And it had been noticeable to the others.

To anyone that had eyes and ears. Your once upbeat but brash personality had dimmed. You avoided Lo'ak as much as possibly taking the time to hang with Neteyam or even Kiri. It had been nice to, really. You didnt know them as much as you knew Lo'ak but even they knew that something was up. The two of you were trouble one and two.

So The lack of the two being in 'good' speaking terms was the biggest thing to have happened since Jake called himself Toruk Makto

"What is wrong?" you would constantly hear Neteyam ask you and yet you brushed him off.

Everything was perfectly fine. It had to be. So you wouldn't be too much of an annoyance.

"How the mighty have fallen"

You dreaded that voice. You hadn't exactly known that Ao'nung had heard Lo'ak's complaints but he did. And he was like a plague repeating the same stuff over and over again.

"Ao'nung. What ever do you mean?" Neteyam would unfortunately ask before you can divert attention from him.

"Talking about Y/n here. Once not long ago would have bitten my head off and now look at her"

He was right. Without Lo'ak to bounce off of. You no longer had any bite to your threats.

"This little nuisance Has really fallen"

"Do not call her that"

"oh but it wasn't me who did. Now was it Y/n?"

You wanted to gag. Wanted to have Eywa take you now and never let you see the light of day.

"no...it wasn't"

Neteyam just watched your face drop. Finally piecing it together. "oh ill go talk to him"

"no! i dont want that Neteyam. I dont want anything to do with him as he doesn't want anything to do with me"

"makes him sick. Like an unwanted curse" Ao'nung had commented back.

You could only bite back your tears.

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From that point on. You had endured the negative feeling any time you saw Lo'ak make an attempt at talking with you. You had endured Ao'nung torture.

And it was a peaceful night before you heard Ao'nungs laugh behind you. You didnt even process him. Not that you cared enough.

Not anymore.

So long in thought and watching the waves go by that you hadn't realized Lo'ak Was here. Standing up for you.

No. You didnt need him.

" I dont need you to fight my battles you know?"

"I cant sit here and watch him berate you like this!"

"Thats rich coming from you!"

You couldnt hold it in anymore. Nothing in your body wanted more than to make him hear you. Make him see you for what you were.

"as i recall i was always "like an unwanted curse"

you could see him mentally slap himself. Throw in a shit as he finally understood why you've been so...standoffish around him.

"i dont need you in this moment to fight for me"

"Listen Y/n, i was-"

"I dont care! I dont care okay? What ever it was that made you hate me. Whatever it was that made you despise me i dont care!" You finally broke. You didnt care who stood and watched. You certainly couldn't bat an eye at Ao'nung who was watching this entire thing.

" I have spend my entire life doing and saying the things you want me to say to please The people around us. To please Dad and mom. To make Neteyam get off our back to cover for the mess you always make"

You couldn't care to voice your words nicely. You had enough.

"i've had about Enough of Always following in your shadow! Ive had it with always having to Take the fall with you when i only wanted to spend time with you without nearly dying or getting someone injured. there are not enough words to voice the pain i felt when you said you had enough of me. When i never been enough for our Father."

You choke on a sob wiping your eyes

"and I'm not going to sit by and not be enough for you!"

And you wouldn't be enough. But you were enough for yourself. And that would be okay. And Lo'ak had all the time in the world to make it up to you.

you didn't know how or when or what he would do. But That was enough for today

[kukuma-kit]

Audacious Venerate

Meet’ n’ Greet

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☆: * parings: College, Human! Lo'ak x Human!Reader

☆: * warnings: none, mentions of sexy women tho- ☆: * Characters: Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri ☆: * Wordcount: 983

☆: * Na'vi glossary: Ftang nga- stop that. Yom wutsot- eat your meal, sa'nok- mother

☆: * Note(s): I'm not too happy about this one but I am satisfied enough, this is only the first part though:) Forgot who the artist is but if you know, let me know too!:)

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Finally getting to move out but you have to wait.

Or..

You find yourself thinking back to Lo’aks light hearted flirting and feeling butterflies in your stomach.

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"Ftang nga!!" "Yom wutsot!" Neytiri exclaimed, tired of her younger son and second eldest sister bickering over dinner. "sa'nok! sa'nok!!" Tuk ran over, Jake calling out to her about forgetting to take her shoes off and not run in the house. Neytiri couldn't help but smile at the family, seeing her kids laugh and talk about school. Although the constant bickering and trouble her kids put her through, she missed seeing her kids all day, not expecting Jake to come up behind her and put a hand on her waist. "Didn't notice how much I missed' em, huh" Neytiri chuckled at that, resting her head on Jake's shoulder. "eww!! mom! dad!!" Tuk might be older now but that didn't mean she wouldn't pass down a chance to tease her parents and their undying love for each other. The rest of the kids hurried the couple over, wanting to eat already but they always waited for their parents. ------------------------------------------------------------

I groaned in frustration, quickly pulling out my phone and placing it to my ear. As I made my way to the exit doors, I waited for the call to connect. Ao'nung was supposed to pick me up and take me to my new place so we could get the keys. He had texted me earlier that they had finished gathering their belongings and that Lo'ak and Neteyam were fixing up the room.

It wasn't even two months ago when Neteyam introduced you to Lo'ak, who offered you his old room that he had shared with Lo'ak. The room had been used as a storage unit until now. Due to some mishaps involving the wall paint and broken flooring, they had to repair both the walls and floors along with some wall linings.

To contribute to the apartment expenses and rent, you took on half of them. However, your current job wasn't making things easy, so you barely managed to cover your share of expenses. Fortunately, you enrolled in mixologist classes to supplement your income. "Yo?" " it alright if I swing by earlier than planned?" I took a sharp inhale before speaking, unprepared for the grogginess of sleep in Lo'ak's voice as I glanced down. Fiddling with my key charm, I walked to Ao'nung's car and stepped inside. We exchanged looks before he drove off.

"Huh? Oh, yeah- that's fine. Are you on your way?"

"Yeah, see ya in a bit."

The call ended, and Lo'ak wasn't too far - just a 25-minute drive from campus. To pass the time, Ao'nung and I enthusiastically sang along to our favorite tunes. Before we knew it, we were climbing the steps to the apartment and knocking on the door. Lo'ak emerged wearing sweatpants and a muscle shirt, his locks slicked back into a bun. He smirked at me, nodded at Ao'nung, and let us in.

"Hey, ma. The keys are right on the counter," he said as he followed me into the kitchen and poured some juice into a cup.

"You got what we need?"

"Of course," Lo'ak replied snarkily to Ao'nung as he turned to leave, tossing a bag to Ao'nung who was exchanging goodbyes to you. "Me and Neteyam just finished clearing the room, we're waiting for the supplies to come in" He informed me as I nodded before taking a look around the place, Lo'ak behind my trail as he told me what was what. After some touring and light-hearted flirting from Lo'ak, we settled down on the sofa and engaged in conversation about the plans. Time flew by, and he kindly offered to give me a lift.

"So you're going to be a bartender?" I had mentioned to Lo'ak that I was taking mixology classes, which required some explanation. Lo'ak seemed genuinely impressed, admiring the confidence it takes to be a bartender in certain establishments. Although it didn't feel like a big deal to me, I appreciated his sentiment.

"Yeah, I'll be like those hot skilled women pouring and shaking drinks," I joked. Lo'ak laughed at this, which made me chuckle too.

"For real, and looking great in the process," he added. Surprisingly, the thought of bartending and impressing Lo'ak stirred some flattering butterflies within me. "ya'know, you're not so bad yourself" I spoke softly now, looking out the window with my chin in my palm, I hear Lo'ak scoff, chuckling under his breath as he took a right. "uh huh? that so, ma?"

I smiled at him, noticing that he was already looking at me before he turned his attention back to the road. I hadn't even realized we'd pulled up to my driveway when he parked and opened the door for me, then returned to his spot after closing it and watching me get to my door-step. "I'll see you around, Lo'ak." I yelled out to him.

Watching Lo'ak reverse out, he blinked his headlights at me three times. A way of saying "goodbye", it was cute. I unlocked my door and took off my shoes as Ghost came running towards me.

"Hey, buddy! Mama's back!" I picked him up and walked to the kitchen, pouring some cat food for him to eat while I searched online for furniture. Reflecting on today's events, I realized Lo'ak wasn't so bad compared to our previous encounters - not that they were awful, but he often found himself in trouble and scolded by Neteyam.

My cheeks flushed as I recalled Lo'ak's lighthearted flirting – his subtle hand placements and the way he held the door open for me. He was quite the gentleman, to my surprise. Ghost, my cat, sat in front of me, blocking my phone view while placing his paw on my cheek and rubbing his cheek against my own. Typically, this meant he was ready for bed, so I scooped him up and headed to the room. After taking a quick shower, I lay down with Ghost curled up in my arms.

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[kingshimura4872]

Shorts with Shimura

A/N: Hiii chitlinsssss

Sry, this one was a little later than normal, I beat a zaza challenge against a friend of mine and time became irrelevant lmao

Either way, sorry and enjoy )Idk what to say lol)

Pairing: Kirishima x GN! reader (ish)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy topics, mentions of attempted murder and fear of murder, overall sad boi hours, if I missed anything please please tell me, I'm too blazed to notice rn

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"Please, just hear me out!"

“Absolutely not, are you insane? I left for a fucking reason.” You huffed, crossing your arms and walking around him to the kitchen.

   “C’mon, you can’t tell me it’s not a decent request.” He persisted, following suit.

   “Read my lips.” You began, turning to face him. “For-fucking-get. It. You don’t get to just waltz in here and ask me to come back to the scene I left for a damn good reason just because you think it’s a good idea.”

   “It’s not just some out of the blue request. I know how you take care of people, for Christ's sake, you nursed all of us back to health when one of us was on death’s doorstep. I know you can do good things with your power and knowledge, I want you to show people how good of a hero you can be.”

   “Red, don’t get me wrong, yes I like helping people out, but this isn’t negotiable. You want any of these?” You shook a box of mozzarella sticks in front of him as you leaned down to preheat the oven. 

   “Please. But, why isn’t it? You can’t just say you went through all that trouble to get your hero license just to toss it out the window and do nothing.” He sighed, leaning against the kitchen island. 

   “I’m not doing nothing, Kiri. People know that if you’re in a sitch, I’m here if you’re close enough, and I am licensed and ranked. But I didn’t go through all that just to get called a monster by everyone who wasn’t in that class. Civilians, other classes. Shit, even a few other seasoned heroes questioned my reasoning for even being out on those fields. Everyone was always convinced I was there to sabotage someone in some way. Even before the war, after Aoyama was convicted and admitted to being the traitor, everyone still thought it was me. You can’t tell me you didn’t hear how people thought I’d blackmailed him into telling people it was him to save my own hide.” As you waited for the oven to heat up, you leaned against the sink in front of him, a tired look in your eyes. 

   “I get that, I do-”

   “No, red. You really don’t.”

   “I do. I haven’t gotten where I am without people calling me scary or devilish.”

   “But you haven’t gotten constant daily death threats in every conceivable way because people were dead set on you being a villain in disguise. You didn’t have to sleep with one eye open in high school because people somehow jumped the fence and tried to get into your dorm to kill you.” You barked, reaching down and gripping the edge of the surface. He tensed, looking down.

   “I’m not goin’ back, red. I’m sorry. I do what I do because it’s what I feel is right. I’m doing my job, and more often than not, I do actually get paid for it, as much as I try to deny their cash. I just do it from the sidelines and I’m happy with that. You have to understand that, right?” A gentle smile climbed onto your features as you slowly leaned forward. A silent gesture he understood. He nodded slowly, glancing over when the oven finally beeped. You stood up to put the food in the oven but he was a hair quicker than you, putting the mozzarella sticks on the baking tray and sliding it into the oven. He shut the door and skimmed the instructions, putting the timer to the allotted time stamp printed on the box. He shut the box’s lid and put it back into the freezer, quickly taking his previous spot in front of you.

   “I do understand that. But it just doesn’t sit right with me that we’re all sitting in the limelight while you have to sit on the sidelines when we all did the same amount of work to get where we are.” 

You let out another sigh, hopping up to sit on the edge of the counter, tired of standing.

   “I know, Red. Some days I wish I could just put on my old hero costume and jump out into some random crisis to show people I really am a good person. But that’s just the way it is. This is the safest course of action for me. It’s no one’s fault, we both know that. It’s just the way this stuff works.”

   “Well it shouldn’t be!” He barked, balling his fists and baring his razor sharp teeth. “You shouldn’t be having to hide in order to feel safe! You shouldn’t feel like this is the furthest you can get because some random person has some dumb shit to say! That’s not fair! To anyone!”

You were a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst. He wasn’t a fan of ‘colorful language’ as he liked to put it, but once in a blue moon, something or someone would tick him off enough and make him lose his bolts. You couldn’t do much in the situation. And neither could he. Both of you knew that. And as angry as the both of you could be, you knew you had to stay quiet. The argument felt extremely half-assed and anticlimactic, but a couple of his friends who were also staying here were sleeping.

   “I get how you feel, Red. I do. But I just-”

   “Don’t you dare say you can’t but you know damn well you can. You just don’t want to.”

   “Well what do you expect me to do, Eiji?! Go back out there and have to learn to always sleep with one eye open again?! Live in fear of my life for whatever’s left of it?! Those ‘random people’ scared me! They scared the shit outta me, they still do. To this day, I have constant nightmares about what would have happened if I didn’t wake up fast enough or if my scream didn’t reach someone in time! This isn’t some little nothing that we can brush off, people tried to KILL me!” You finally screamed, jumping off the counter and gripping his shirt with both fists. Your eyes burned and your throat dried up. “This isn’t a fucking kids game anymore, you need to grow the fuck up and realize we aren’t invincible. I have physical scars from people who thought I was blackmailing Aoyama. For God’s sake, Kendo threw me through a wall! And you all just watched!” 

He was silent. 

   “You need to wake up one day and come to the conclusion that this isn’t just something I can brush off. I dealt with enough shit before U.A. and it only got harder the second I put on that stupid fucking uniform.” You let go of him with a slight shove that you knew didn’t hurt at all. Your hands were trembling at the mere memory of people that would throw things at you when you walked down the street to a convenience store, sometimes even just the park. You walked away from him. Out of the kitchen, you immediately went outside, sitting on the porch railings and looking up at the night stars. Your bottom lip began to quiver as you bit back tears.

   “Hey. You okay out here?” A voice cut through your racing thoughts as you blinked rapidly before glancing back.

   “Oh, hey Midoriya. Sorry, did I wake you up?”

   “No, don’t worry. I was already up, just reading. I didn’t want to interrupt the uh…discussion…you and Kirishima were having.” He hesitated, walking up and pointing to the spot beside you. “Is this taken?”

You gently swayed your hand to him, to which he took the invitation. He hopped up, getting himself situated before looking over to you. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you went back to your star gazing.

   “You know none of that stuff was your fault, right?” He finally hummed. You stopped looking up again, your gaze turning to the grass below you.

   “Some days.”

   “Just some?”

   “Mm. Some days, I realize that it wasn’t really my fault that people felt that way. But others, I can’t help but wonder what made them think that way. I never did anything to anyone. And if I did, I sure as hell don’t remember. But it’s just….Hard. Not thinking you’re the problem when everyone blames you for not finding the solution.” You whispered. He nodded slowly, looking down with you.

   “Kiri’s right, y’know. All of us think about you. Wonder what it’d be like to see you on that stage with us during rankings. We all know you’d make at least top five.” He smiled. You let out a dry chuckle, softly nudging his shoulder with your own.

   “Thanks, number one. Means a lot coming from Japan’s strongest.”

He let out a shy laugh. “Oh please, just because people like my puppy dog eyes and shy boy demeanor doesn’t mean I’m the strongest. They just need another All Might and I’m the closest to being it.” 

   “Well you do have his quirk, so it’d make sense.”

You both laughed again, your figure visibly relaxing in his presence.

   “I know you all might like me to be there on that stage with you. But it’s just not safe for me. Those people still scare me. And the more people that think I gave up heroism, the better. Most of this gen’s heroes understand that if they’re stranded and need help, I’m the best person to go to and I love that. I love that there are people that trust me with their life. But it’s just those few that still wanna see my head in a town square and my body in a fire somewhere else that keep me from going mainstream again.”

   “I get that. I can’t ever really say I understand what you’re feeling. None of us can.” He said, letting you lean against him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Be we can be here to help you through it. You’ve got people that feel like they owe their lives to you because of the work you do - myself included. You’ve got people that can protect you and help you through your fears. You’re not alone anymore, (Y/N). We’ve got you. Everything you’ve worked for to this point? You deserve it. And you deserve the praise of everyone that gives it. I hate to see my friends fight, especially when two of those friends used to love each other. It hurts me that the two of you fought like that.”

You closed your eyes as you shrunk into your old friend, finally letting a few stray tears fall down your face.

   “I still love him, Izu. I always have. But I can’t risk hurting him in the process of saving my own ass.” You mumbled.

   “That’s why we’re here. To help. To help him and to help you. You’re not alone anymore.”

   “....I’m not alone….Not anymore.” You mirrored. Midoriya smiled sweetly as you nestled your head on his shoulder. He rested his own on yours as you both relished the calming silence of the night. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you heard the beeping of the oven from inside.

   “Ooh, they’re done.” You hummed, moving to get down. He followed you inside as you went into the kitchen to see Kirishima putting on an oven mitt.

   “What is it?” Midoriya asked.

   “Mozzie sticks. Want some? I’ll share.” You replied, walking across the kitchen to grab a couple paper plates.

   “Don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll wait in the living room.” He smiled, walking off. You nodded, walking around Kirishima as he put the tray on the stove.

   “Did you two have a nice talk?” Kirishima questioned. You nodded again, placing each plate down as you both gave the food a minute to cool.

   “Yeah. Can’t believe it took two different people to get it through my thick ass skull.” You laughed. He tilted his head puzzled as you turned to him with a brighter smile.

   “I’m not alone, Red. I got you. And them. And everyone else.” 

He couldn’t help the mirrored smile growing on his face or the way his arms enveloped you. You wrapped your own around him as you once again enjoyed the silence. When you finally let go of each other, you looked down between the two of you as let out a more content sigh.

   “If I go back, will you stick around?” You finally uttered, not noticing the way he brightened up.

   “Of course I will. Forever and always, babe. I promised, remember?”

   “Yeah I remember. Right after our first date.”

   “In my dorm all cozied up, I promised I’d be with you for as long as you willed it. We made a pinky promise, you know I can’t break those.”

You both let out a soft chuckle as he began to evenly distribute the now cooled snack.

   “Right.” You hummed, taking two of the plates and walking off as he grabbed his and followed you. “Then maybe - Just maybe - I’ll push myself to join y’all on that stage next time.”

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 8

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pairing(Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES OC Luaewe- 22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo’ak-21 Tuktirey-10 Aonung- 23 Tsireya - 21

Warnings for chapter: alcohol consumption

I laughed as Osno snuck around the trees and darted to the beach trying to conceal the alcohol we asked him to bring. 

“Will you stop fooling around before you drop it!” I yelled out playfully. Kiri looked up from Reya’s lap and shook her head. 

“You know it should be a crime he’s allowed to this no boys celebration,” Kiri said while adjusting her head. He raised a brow and handed the jug to me. 

“No boys? I was under the impression there would be more people it’s just you guys?” He sat down next to me and I started to pour out cups for everyone. 

“Yup, we are celebrating our precious Luaewae’s first tattoo and complicated relationship….well except for Kiri.” 

Kiri groaned making me chuckle. “Do not drag me into this.” 

“Oh, I would never our star student over here has her mate head over heels for her!” Reya said playfully. Kiri swatted her lap causing Reya to laugh out. 

“We are not mated! But what can I say? We love a man who knows what he wants.” 

Osno shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. “If I would have known it would be this type of conversation I would have brought my sister.” 

“Osno, your sister is 10! What boy troubles does she have?” I lightly pushed him and passed the drinks out. 

“You would be surprised.” He said in a fake disappointed voice while patting my shoulder. I looked over to see his confused face. It wasn’t until he leaned in taking a sniff at me. I pulled away and raised a brow. 

“What are you doing? Do I smell or something?” I asked he chuckled and leaned back on his hands. 

“So you all sit here and Wallow in your boy troubles we have one who’s in a happy courtship, one whose partner is a dumb ass.” He looked at me and smirked, “And one who scented their partner rather aggressively if I might say.” 

My eyes grew wide and I smelled my arm. I cursed under my breath. I knew he scented me but not even my bath got his scent off.  I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization

“Let me guess you tried scrubbing your skin like crazy,” Osno said before taking a swig of his drink. I lowered my head and let out a sigh.

Not wasting a second I chugged the rest of my drink, threw myself back onto the ground and screamed.

“ WHY MUST THIS BE SO DIFFICULT!” 

“When you find out send the information to me because I would like to know as well,” Reya said.  

I sat up and looked at Osno who was staring off at the ocean. “You're a guy right.” He chuckled. “Last time I checked yes.”

“ ok then tell us why is it so hard for men to just be straight with their feelings. Why must we be left to think otherwise then left in the dark?” 

He hummed and poured more of the alcohol out, “I do not have an answer for that...” Before he could take the cup to his lips I grabbed it and chugged it.  He looked at me shocked and scoffed. “Maybe I should have brought two jugs!” 

We continued to talk about our troubles. It’s funny how we said no boy talk yet it turned into a whole discussion but what surprised me the most was when Kiri talked about a human boy that was basically part of their family.

But just as that conversation started it ended. 

“Luaewae, do you need me to walk you home?” Osno said with a concerned tone. “No, I’ll be fine-“ he leaned down to grab the rest of the jug but I grabbed his hand. “That can stay with me.” I gave him a warm smile and he backed away holding his hands up. 

“Are you sur-“ I nodded my head and he hesitantly left. I brought my legs up to my chest and looked off into the ocean 

“ Fualoua I wish I could talk with you now…. Tell you my problems.” I drank from the bottle and let out a sigh that turned into tears falling down my face. 

“Everything is just so confusing! How am I supposed to figure all of this out on my own?” 

Foolish just foolish I’m talking to myself no one is listening not even the fish. I took another big swig at the alcohol and placed my head on my knees. Fully letting my emotions take over. 

I was jolted awake I don’t even remember falling asleep. “Luaewae is that you?” I slowly blinked trying to get a clear view of who called my name.

I hissed weakly seeing Ao’nung hunched over looking at me concerned. “What…are you doing in my house?” He gave me a confused look

“Luaewae, I’m not in your house you are on the beach. Where Neteyam why are you-“

I groaned and took the last sip of alcohol. “You talk too much…leave me be so I can drown in my sorrows- drown...” I wipe the running tears from my face “That stupid fucking storm.” I tossed the jug away from me and flopped in the sand curling my body up. Drifting back to sleep.

-

Ao’nung looked around nervously and cursed. “Out of all nights seriously!” He shook his head and fought back all the conflicting thoughts he had debating if he should just leave Luaewae here or not.

He scoped her up and instantly scrunched his nose once the scent of Neteyam hit him.  “Some guy leaving her here crying and drunk.” He scoffed 

He knew he couldn’t bring Luaewae back to her mauri Somiikor would literally wake the whole village up and wouldn’t hear the end of it from his dad so returning her back to Neteyam was the best option.

He knocked on the wooden frame of the mauri hoping someone would be up at this time of night.

The flap opened and Aou’nung was faced with Neteyam's clenched jaw. “What are you doing with her?” He quickly took Luaewae in his arm causing her to whine and stuff her face into Neteyam's chest.

“ found her on the beach drunk and sleeping next time don’t leave her there.” Neteyam raised a brow confused by Ao’nung’s. Accusations “ I was not with her on the beach why was she there!” Neteyam's anger eased knowing Aou’nung didn’t do anything to her but he was still worried as to why she was drunk. 

“ I don’t know man I just brought her here. I figured since she smelled like you, you were the last person to be with her.” 

Ao’nung was quick to leave not letting Neteyam ask any further questions. He had to return back to his post for night watch. 

Neteyam retreated back into the mauri and walked to His room laying Luaewae down on the blanket carefully. He watched as she began to pout in her sleep. But just as he was walking away slight sniffles and cries rang through his ears. Neteyam turned around confused but concerned. ‘She was fine a second ago what happened’ he thought  

“ I-I trusted you….then you throw me away like I’m some empty coconut,” Luaewae spoke as she sat up with tears running down her face. 

Neteyam quickly turned back and sat down in front of her. “Ma oare, what are you talking about? I didn’t-“ 

“YES, YOU DID!” his ears flattened, and pulled her closer trying to calm the drunken na’vi.

“Shh, I’m sorry.” She mushed her face into his neck sobbing. “Tell me what’s wrong huh?” He instinctively pulled her into his lap and began to rub circles on her back. “What can I do for ma oare, my pretty girl?” Luaewae lifted her face up hesitantly as Neteyam brought his hand to caress the side of his face. “Never leave me…” he smiled and leaned closer placing a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Only if you go to sleep.” She nodded her head and placed it back onto his shoulder drifting off to sleep as if she hadn’t been crying mere seconds ago. 

The sound of a sigh leaving someone’s mouth caused Neteyam's ears to jolt up. He turned his head to see his dad massaging his temples and squinting his eyes. “What's all this noise out here? Do you know how early it is boy!?” Jake said in an annoyed tone. 

“Sorry sir, I didn’t think she would-“ 

“She!” Jake’s eyes sprung open, “Neteyam, we talked about this. Don't bring girls home do that somewhere else- what in Eywas name are you doing with a girl this early in the dam-“

Neteyam rolled his eyes and turned around with Luaewae attached to him. “ I didn’t do anything she was brought here like this. I didn’t think she would yell at me ok…you can go back to sleep nothing is wrong.” 

Jake stood there more confused than when he rolled out of bed it was too early for this. “ since there’s no threat I’m going back to bed. Keep the noise down will yuh before you wake everyone up we will deal with this in the morning.” Jake let out an annoyed groan while walking back to his bed. 

Neteyam on the other hand had to figure out how he was going to get you in the bed without another episode happening. 

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[shiroi---kumo]

Morality Meme || Accepting

@voidedgear asked:

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

Whenever he deems it necessary and he'd do it with a smile on his face. He would do it unflinchingly. Kumo is a masterful liar and a masterful manipulator. He's perfected it like he would have other skill. Like he would any other art form.

The thing is, interactions with Kaze would lead one of believe that Kumo can't lie to save his fucking life and this assumption would be wholly untrue because it's not that he sucks at lying - it's that Kaze has a distinct advantage when it comes to Kumo that no one else has - and KUMO doesn't even know Kaze has.

Kaze can see the glow of Kumo's soul like an aura all around him.

AKA what everyone else sees VS what Kaze sees:

And that soul glow of his will dim, brighten, or flicker depending on his moods and if he is lying, it flickers.

So Kaze has a higher chance of seeing through Kumo's bullshit if only because he can see this flickering glow all around him even if he's standing there spouting blatant bullshit with a smile on his face unflinchingly.

And this includes lines like "I'm fine." and "I'm not mad." or "Why would I be upset?" or my favorite of his Kaze based lies: "I trust you."

And he gets away with most of these. Why? Why if Kaze can see the flicker? Because if he's panicking he also flickers. If he's upset or mad or furious - he flickers. When Kumo's emotions are unbalanced no matter what that emotion is, he flickers.

Kumo will absolutely lie for every reason from manipulation to getting out of trouble to furthering his own goals to pure survival to pacifying a potentially dangerous situation.

Kumo's brother, Kiri, said to him in his episode (18) a very powerful line that describes Kumo very well.

"Use your sword, not your mouth - use your sword to calm my spirit, my brother."

And he said this because he was trying to get Kumo to fight him over the constant attempts to talk his brother down despite his brother spending the whole episode trying to kill him.

The point I am making here with this is Kumo will resort to words before he resorts to physical action in 9 out of 10 cases and to get him to resort to physical action, he generally needs to be pushed.

Meaning: The take away from this is -> If Kumo feels the need to; if Kumo feels threatened, scared, cornered, etc

He will lie his little ass off before he ever raises a finger to defend himself. He will lie, lie and then lie again. He will lie straight through his teeth if he thinks it's going to get him out of trouble. If he thinks it's going to spare someone's feelings. If he thinks he can do it to get information, he will. If he thinks lying will work to his advantage, then he's gunna fucking lie.

Even if they're white lies.

Does he like lying? No.

Doe he think it's honorable? Absolutely not.

Does he personally approve of it? Again No.

Does he see it as one of the more wicked things he does? 100% he does.

Will he still do it? With a smile on his face that never cracks.

He played the long game with Gaudium for 12 years and those fuckers all thought he was on their side and as loyal to Chaos as they were never knowing once that he was secretly just keeping his head down, gathering information, and planning a war.

Kumo has planned a literal war against Gaudium for 12 years, and the Lords didn't suspect a thing. Why? Because Kumo lies masterfully.

[sagegr33n]

Dont mind me just thinking about mean jock kiribaku who loves to torment the cute geek in their class, they can do whatever to you because whos going to stop them?

yes because i too want nothing more than to be sandwiched between those two horny meatheads .

Cw-non/dubcon, Bullying, Sadism , fem/afab reader,smut, not proofread

There's literally nothing sweet little nerdy you can do about it either. There star players on the schools football team and you're well aware that the schools administrators are willing to to turn a blind eye to any trouble the boys cause, even if that trouble is forcing their cocks down your throat or into your cunt whenever they feel like it.

Jock Bakugou! will definitely trick you into coming to his house after school under the pretense of helping him with an assignment he's been struggling on. Grinning like a manic wolf when Hes finally got you behind closed doors, trapped like a bunny with no where to go.

-

" Ah shut the fuck up , dont start that crying shit, y'know it just gets me off more " The blonde sneers as you squirm in his grasp. "Thought your dumbass was s'possed to be smart"

I just know mean jock kiri pretends to be a nice guy, he'll scoop you up after Bakugo's done reeking havoc on your poor little pussy and offer you his sentiments, sentiments you probably would take comfort if not for the way the redhead's hand always slides into your pants as you sob in his lap .

When he pulls his your panties to the side you're certain He's not as bad as his friend, he's worse.

-

" Katsuki's always so rough with you huh sweetheart?, Kirishima asks , fingers trailing over the waistband of your pants, " Hes such a brute, dosent know you gotta be gentle with sweet things like you.

You wince at the feeling of his fingers pushing into your sore pussy.

"Im not like that though" He smiles , the image of his sharp teeth sending shivers down your back.

Theyre definitely horrible apart, but together there a force to be reckoned with. It becomes a competition of who can torment their cute little geek the most . Jock Kirishima 's nice guy façade drops completely and Bakugo's sadism expands ten fold.

-

"Open you're fucking mouth!" The redhead growls, nails digging into the side of your face . You gag as he hits the back of your throat again, jerking away.

"Y're so fucking selfish, Me n Katsuki need this to blow off some steam before the game " Kirishima spits yanking you by the hair right back onto his cock. " Dont you want us playing our best so we can win for you"

Your stomach lurches at idea that the two sick fucks thought they were playing for you.

"Maybe the little shit would act right if we fucked her in the middle of the field. " Katsuki's suggests, the mushroom head of his cock grazing at your entrance.

You were bent over a locker room bench , palms raw from the friction of the concreate and jaw sore from Kirishma's constant thrusting .

" slut would like that though, fucking Exhibitionist" Kiri asnwers brushing your hair out of your face.

"No- no n'm no-t" You start to whimper around kirishima's length but the sudden intrusion of Bakugo's cock inside of you knocks the air of your lungs.

"Ah whats the matter little bitch ? " Bakugou groans rutting into you

You dont have to see him to picture the shit eating grin he know doubt has on his face " Dont want the rest of the school knowing what a total slut the quite little teacher's pet really is?

Katuski was jackhammering into now, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix , trying to push past it

" Ah he's just joking sweetcheeks" Kirishima beams down at you, "There's now way we'd let anyone else see our pretty little nerd like this, only for f-uck only for us."

-

Lord the big horny is consuming me ,

anyways notes and repost are always welcome and to check out more of my writing hit up the slutshop

[whisperednarratives]

okay but katsuki would definitely pick up your drunk ass from the local bar at 2am.

you’re not even dating but you’ve been best friends for a while now. after graduating from ua you started your own agencies and decided to live together in a nice apartment near your respective workplaces. it was convenient and both of you enjoyed the comfort of each other’s company. though you claimed there were no ‘feelings’, everyone knew that the unspoken didn’t even need to be put into words.

maybe it was the way you would always carry a brown bag to work that said your name on it in bakugo’s handwriting or the random calls your secretary would have to make to his office to make sure he’d had lunch that day. or maybe it was the way bakugo would find you asleep on the couch the days he worked late or the way you’d always find your laundry washed and folded away in your closet even though you swore you’d planned on doing it later.

you’d both taken care of each other for so long that it didn’t matter that neither of you had dated anyone since high school. although your friends talked about how weird it was, you both always brushed off any possibility of possibly being together.

at present, he would be pacing around the living room way past his bedtime (as you liked to call it) which he’s maintained since middle school, reminding himself that you’re smart enough to not get into trouble when his phone rings. furrowing his eyebrows, he rushes to the device before sighing when he sees mina’s name flash across the screen.

“what do you want?”

bakugo barely hears mina’s response over the thumping bass that reaches his ears through his phone. it seems like everyone around her is screaming and he almost doesn’t care until he hears your name.

“BAKUGO! CAN YOU PLEASE PICK UP Y/N?”

eyes widening, bakugo quickly presses the speakerphone button before rushing into his bedroom to get some pants.

“what happened? is she okay?”

“YEAH, SHE’S FINE. SHE’S JUST HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK. WE HAD TO STOP HER FROM STRIPPING ON TOP OF THE BAR AND SHE WON’T STOP ASKING FOR YOU. WE’RE AT THAT PLACE NEAR KIRI’S APARTMENT, CAN YOU COME?”

annoyance floods through bakugo’s body faster than you can imagine. annoyance at mina’s constant yelling and your irresponsible behaviour. this is exactly why bakugo tells you not to drink unless he’s around. you always go overboard or end up hurting yourself and he cannot believe that once again you chose not to listen to-

“BAKUGO! ARE YOU THERE?”

almost forgetting his friend on the phone, bakugo quickly grabs his keys.

“yeah, yeah. i’m coming. just make sure she doesn’t get hurt okay?”

it takes him about five minutes to reach the bar and his eyes instantly scan his surroundings to find you. what he doesn’t expect is to see you pointing excitedly at the small tv screen that’s been set up above the bar playing a clip from his most recent fight with a villain.

he approaches the crowd that’s surrounded you as he gets close enough to hear your enthusiastic rambling.

“DID YOU SEE THAT? THE WAY HE PUNCHED THAT GUY IN THE FACE? THIS IS WHY DYNAMIGHT’S MY FAVOURITE HERO AND MY BEST FRIEND!”

he sucks in a breath when you make eye contact with him, your smile growing even bigger.

“GUYS, LOOK! IT’S DYNAMIGHT!”

you push through the crowd to wrap your arms around his neck and bakugo’s nose is immediately flooded with your familiar scent.

“KATSUKIIIIIIII! you came! i knew you’d come! look, i made new friends. i was just telling them about how awesome you are!”

your words are slurred and your eyes gleaming when you pull away from his chest. your hands stay hooked around his neck as you twirl him around.

“tch, of course i came dumbass. let’s go, i’m here to take you home.”

“but katsukiiiiiii, i don’t want to leave. we’re having so much fun.”

bakugo finds it hard to look you in the eyes whenever you make that face. that ugly pout your lips fall into, eyes widening as you try not to trip over your own feet. it’s so annoying that bakugo wants to kis- punch it off of you.

“shut up idiot. we’re leaving, come on, get on my back.”

he knows you’ve given up when you get on his back without saying another word. he sees mina watching the whole ordeal from a corner booth, a smug smile plastered on her face. rolling his eyes, bakugo approaches his pink haired friend.

“didn’t expect you to be up past 8pm bakugo, thought you couldn’t make plans past your curfew.”

“shut up, raccoon eyes. if you tell anyone about this, especially shitty hair or dunce face, i’ll blast you into another country myself.”

the journey home isn’t that long considering your apartment is nearby but bakugo knows you’ve fallen asleep by the way you’re snoring away in the passenger seat. he drives much slower and more carefully, not wanting to wake you up.

carrying you up to your apartment isn’t that hard either, seeing as your eyes stay closed until he’s placed you onto the bed in his room. when he comes back with the makeup wipes you keep stacked away in his bathroom, you’re sitting up as you try to tie your hair.

“give me that.”

bakugo takes the hair tie from your hands and puts your hair into the best ponytail he can manage before he gets to work on your face.

“thank you, katsuki.” you whisper, letting him clean all of the remaining makeup off your face with a warm towel.

bakugo just nods before finishing up and helping you climb back into the covers. tucking you in, he sighs as you stare up at him sleepily with a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“what? go to sleep already, loser.”

“nothing, you’re just really pretty katsuki.”

bakugo can’t help but be thankful that it’s dark in his room and that your eyes instantly close after saying what you had, because he knows he won’t be able to explain the way his face has flooded with heat.

fucking dumbass. he thinks to himself, after pushing your hair away from your face.

placing a glass of water and advil on his bedside table he leaves the room, making sure there’s a fresh change of clothes next to you for the morning after.

and like i said, the unspoken doesn’t even need to be put into words.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Sorry for the late request but I just saw the Bakugo headcannons for when he was a little kid and I was wondering if I could request something similar for Kirishima

pls i would love to- full warning tho i don’t write kiri pretty much at all so sorry if its a teeny bit ooc!!!! but still,, hope u enjoy ty for the request lovely !!!

okay,, so tiny bb kirishima right- first here’s some general hcs for him bc i couldnt stop myself

-he learns how to tie his shoes first. i cant tell u why he learns first, i just know he wants to be a big kid so he figures it out super early,,, n then he’ll just go around either tying everyone’s shoes for them or teaching them how

-probably has a lot of action figures. makes full in-depth plots for them when he plays. super intense stories with betrayal and romance and high-stakes,, acts out different voices too

-okay, i adore kiri but,,,, he chugs his juice without breathing, gasps super heavily for oxygen afterwards, n then leaves with a constant juice stain around his mouth. he just has too many friends to play with,, he can’t slow down to get a drink of all things

-connects markers together n swings them like a sword. makes ?explosion? noises for some reason when he does it

-probably jabs pencils into his skin. his quirk is developing n he’s a curious little bb,, pls stop him before he stabs himself on a whim

-is incredibly gullible. he believes everyone is his best friend and everyone has only best intentions. this means he frequently gets in trouble for doing something dangerous after being dared to

-very much the kid who will memorize his alphabet backwards, n then repeat it to other people unprompted. not for any particular reason he just thinks its cool

now for the real stuff,,,, hcs about being bby kiri’s childhood crush/best friend

-firstly, kiri introduces u to everyone new as not only his best friend, but also tells them the coolest thing about u. so, for example, he’ll be like “hi i’m kirishima n this is Y/N. they’re my best friend and they can whistle!” ,,, this is how introductions go every single time without fail, no exceptions

-he asks u to draw tattoos on him with markers. pls u just scribble all over his skin n then he’ll show them to his horrified parents like “oh, hey guys, look! so manly right?”

-probably wants to build forts for you guys in the woods. out of like sticks n rocks and stuff. he doesn’t like to build by himself tho,, so he’ll beg u to help

-he’ll probably try to eat gross things to impress u. so like, y’all will watch a movie n he sees a cool, ‘manly’ guy in it drinking black coffee,,,, cue 7 yr old kiri begging his parents for black coffee, just to drink it and immeadiately spit it out in front of u

-creates a million different handshakes. just so many, n teaches u all of them

-crashes so hard every time his parents bring him over for a playdate. like he’ll be 100% enthusiam for 40 mins n then completely collapse into u, dead asleep when ur in the middle of a board game

-u can’t tell me he wouldnt be the clingiest little guy. not necessarily in a possessive way, but just, ur his favorite friend and so if anything good happens he wants u to be there for it with him

-tiny kiri would probably hug and kiss and hold hands. just rlly affectionate towards everybody but especially his close friends

-saves his snacks for when u can eat with him. like, he’d rather wait, even if he has to share the food with u, than eat by himself

-he is v desperate for ur approval/attention tho,, n often does little things to get you to laugh. these include

1.) if someone with glasses is talking to you, he’ll stand behind their back and put his fingers into little ‘o’s around his eyes. not even to make fun of them or anything,, he just thinks it’s silly to pretend to have glasses when he doesnt

2.) tells other kids that it’s ur birthday when it’s not. both of u find it very funny when other people keep mistakenly wishing u a happy birthday

3.) intentionally hardens his skin when u high-five him,,, just so he can hear u laugh and recoil back

-bb eijiro tells you ‘secrets’,,, there has literally not once ever been an actual secret, he just tells u there is so u lean in. then he just smiles n whispers a little ‘spspspsps’ in ur ear while giggling

-when he has to draw his family in school he’ll draw u in. n the teacher will come over like “no, the assignment was just the family that you live with at home’ n he’ll just smile and refuse to change it. says no politely tho,, he’s still a sweet boy

-will follow u in hide and seek. like,, if y’all are both hiding he’s just going to go hide close to where u are. then he’ll make noise so he’s found first and intentionally lead the seeker away from u

-challenges himself to ridiculous feats to impress u. just like, he’ll see a bee and intentionally go bother it so he can prove how ‘tough’ he is to you by not crying when it stings him. spoiler alert- he cries. that doesn’t stop him from trying again tho

-so in conclusion,, bb kiri is the cutest little guy on earth. just a total sweetheart

hope u enjoyed @lazyfiresuitcasehero ,, ty once again for the request babes!!!

[intheticklecloset]

Wardrobe Malfunction (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Yes! I love these two and the dynamic between them, both as friends and as a shipping! Thanks for the suggestion! Enjoy!

~

“Your costume sucks, spiky hair.”

Kirishima turned to Bakugou, stunned. They were suiting up for a training class on the U.A. campus, and everyone else had pretty much gone on ahead, so it was just the two of them in the changing room.

“Dude, what? Why would you say that?”

Bakugou scoffed. “Because it’s true. It’s design doesn’t hold up when your quirk isn’t activated.”

Kiri frowned. “And you’ve waited this long to tell me you don’t like it because…?”

“I thought you’d figure out how stupid it is by now.”

“Look, man. Maybe it’s not as cool-looking as some others in our class, but it’s functional.”

“Your torso is always exposed.”

“Two words, my friend: hardening quirk.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Even if you used it at full capacity as long as you could, you’d only last seven or eight minutes. The rest of the time you’re just wandering around with a bare chest. It’s stupid.”

“If I wore a shirt I’d rip the material when I used my quirk,” Kiri argued. “Either way I’d walk off the battlefield without one. I don’t see the point in wasting a perfectly good shirt like that just to look a little better before I go into battle. Although I’d argue I look pretty good without one anyway.”

“You’re forgetting something important,” Bakugou countered. He grabbed onto Kiri’s ribs and squeezed, making him yelp. “If someone were to find out about this, you’d be in big trouble. You can’t use your quirk when you’re tickled. That’s a big weakness.”

“You’re one to talk, hypocrite.” Kirishima yelped again when Bakugou squeezed his other set of ribs. “Stop! We don’t have time for this. We have to catch up with the others.”

“I’m not done getting through to you,” Bakugou shot back, but he was smirking now, pushing Kirishima against the nearest wall and digging into his ribs more forcefully.

“Agh, nohoHOHOHO, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!!” Kirishima laughed, pushing weakly at Bakugou’s shoulders, squirming against the wall. “STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!! WE’LL GEHEHEHET IN TROHOHOHOHOHOUBLE!!”

“You’re already in trouble. See? Leaving yourself open like that has left you helpless to my tickle attack.” The blonde latched onto his lower ribs and kneaded, forcing Kiri into a fresh round of laughter. “Like I said, your costume sucks.”

“YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!! BACK OHOHOHOHOHOHOFF!!” Kiri squealed, but truthfully, he was elated inside. He’d been trying for weeks to provoke Bakugou into tickling him like this, and now that he was finally at his friend’s mercy, he didn’t really want it to stop. But they were still technically in school, in class, and if Mr. Aizawa found them like this… “BAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU, YOU IHIHIHIHIHIDIOT!! LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“I’m the idiot?” Bakugou switched from kneading to raking up and down Kiri’s ribs, and the redhead began to crumple to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him, laughing even harder. Bakugou followed him down. “You can’t even hold your own against me right now. Go on, use your quirk to get out of this. Bet you can’t do it.”

Of course he couldn’t do it. The tickling was weakening him too much. He couldn’t focus. “STOP IT!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Bakugou tickled him until he was down on the floor completely, then straddled him and continued raking up and down his ribs, making Kirishima laugh and thrash beneath him, pleading for mercy. “If I were a villain you’d be screwed right now. Not even the League of Idiots would pass up an opportunity to take you down if it’s this easy to do. In fact, I don’t think you’d be able to resist interrogation this way.”

“DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!!”

“Tch. You don’t have any information that I want, spiky hair. But since I’m finally getting my revenge on you for all the times you’ve tickled me, I do want something from you.”

Kirishima felt a thrill of panicked excitement go through him at his friend’s words. ���WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?!”

Bakugou smirked. “I want you to admit you like being tickled.”

Kiri would have laughed if he weren’t being forced to already. “THAHAHAHAHAHAT’S IT?! OF COHOHOHOHOHOURSE I LIHIHIHHIKE BEING TICKLED!! EHEHEHEHEVERYONE KNOWS THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!”

Bakugou stared at him, then narrowed his eyes, moving up to his underarms now. Kiri’s arms pressed into his sides protectively, but only succeeded in keeping his tormentor where he was. “Well, that was anticlimactic. I was expecting you to be the kind of person who got flustered saying that.”

“THIHIHIHIHIHIHINK AGAHAHAHAHAIN, SMART AHAHAHAHAHALECK!!”

“Fine,” the blonde growled. “Then I’ll just tickle you until you’re begging for mercy. Revenge for doing the same to me, moron.”

Kirishima had already been kept in constant laughter since this madness started, tiring him out, but at his friend’s words a surge of defiance shot through him. “YOU’LL BEHEHEHEHE HERE A WHIHIHIHIHIHLE!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! WE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE TO GET BAHAHAHACK TO CLASS!!”

“Nope,” Bakugou replied simply, settling himself in on Kiri’s hips and going back to his ribs, drilling and kneading and raking in rapid succession, sending the redhead into fits of laughter he didn’t even know were possible. “Either you give up, or Mr. Aizawa finds us like this and we get detention.”

“BUHUHUHUHUHUT YOU’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET IN TROHOHOHOHOUBLE, TOO!!”

“Worth it.”

Finally, Kirishima gave in. “OKAY, FINE, I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP TICKLING ME ALREADYEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“You give in to my demands way too easily, spiky hair,” Bakugou muttered, but he stopped and got to his feet, reaching down to help Kiri up as well. “And your costume still sucks.”

Sensing an opportunity, Kirishima said, “Tell you what, Baku-bro. At some point when we’re not in class, you can tickle torture me for real, and I’ll show you how long I can last.”

Bakugou smirked. “Think you can take it?”

Kirishima smirked back. “Bring it on.”

[kiyafromkiri]

Friends? Friends.

Characters: Kiya & Mangetsu

Prompt: Chilhood AU What if they met as children? 

Tagging: @eyecanfixthat​ bc of reasons, ok?

Summary:

Eto Kiya thinks the boy with the snowy white hair and ability to out spar the rest of the class is the coolest person ever. Plus is really pretty. So she tells him that one day, only to get a blank stare in return. Or, how Kiya thinks she can meet her childhood friend again, only to be thwarted by someone’s constant promotions.

Kiya doesn’t like the Academy much but knows it is a necessary evil because she is going to be a shinobi even if the upper caste kids say she’s not worthy of it, because of her mama.

Her mama was from Water, but not Kiri, and a civilian who came to the village to make her way in the world. Her papa was a Jonin but he died because of the war, and now her uncle Renjiro raises her in the little apartment above his weapons shop that’s been in the family for generations. He lost a leg too, so he’s retired but made it to chunin and has the best aim in the whole village, if someone asked her.

But anyways, she knows, logically, that the Academy is there to teach her things, but it’s also boring and so slow some days, and that’s not taking into account some of the other children who see that she’s smaller than almost the entire class. Which also leads to the eventual idea that they can pick on her and get away with it because Kiya, being of a lower caste, won’t fight back. They assume that, of course.

Well, they assume wrong.

Kiya fights back, one day.

It ends with her sinking her very not-sharp teeth into someone’s arm, after giving another a black eye, kicking a boy where it hurts, stabbing someone with a kunai she snuck in, and being yanked off by their class sensei all while laughing hysterically.

She’s six and that sort of viciousness is the sort of thing that they might want to cultivate. They send her home with a stern warning about biting people and starting fights (she ended it, she didn’t start, it ok, and says as much), and a note for her uncle to read.

They stick her in a new class the next day and it’s the class with all the really important, really strong kids, and oh, Kiya’s pretty sure she might just have impressed someone important at the school for her to be put into a new class.

Maybe it was the biting?

At least she’s not alone in being a tiny kid in a class full of big kids now.

There’s one other and he has snowy white hair that she thinks is a Hozuki clan thing. He’s her size or just about and she’s plopped in the seat next to his seat by order of her new sensei, who is giving her a look, and it’s the same look Renjiro-oji gives her when he’s warning her not to do anything too dangerous with the new shipment of shiny weaponry they get into the shop. So she does her best not to cause any trouble if only for a little bit and because the number of first caste kids overwhelms the class.

Most of them ignore her. Ok, she can work with that.

Eventually they get to sparring for the day and she’s stuck watching from the sidelines because there’s an odd amount of kids in the class and the sensei needs to wait till someone finishes up sparring before she gets a turn. It’s fine, no problem, she gets it. It lets her watch the rest of the class and see who’s the best so far.

The Hozuki boy is really strong though. Super strong. Stronger than a lot of the other kids in class and he’s her age, and she’s watching him beat his opponent so thoroughly that part of her just wants to spar against him if only to see how long she can last. And then figure out what to do in order to beat him.

Sadly she doesn’t get her wish and is forced to go up against one of the few other non-clan kids in the class, finishing her spar a little too quickly for anyone’s comfort because she hits several particular pressure points to knock her opponent out.

Who might have a bit of trouble breathing, so oops.

(Renjiro-oji sends in a note the next day saying he’s been working with her on pressure points and senbon, fixing her aim, and yes, that was not a fluke. All after she tells him this over dinner, because someone thought it was just a fluke.

It was not a fluke.)

~~~

The Hozuki boy’s name is Mangetsu, and Kiya thinks he’s pretty.

She tells him as much one day, and gets a blank stare in return.

Well it’s a start, she thinks and puffs up just a bit when she smiles right back and then goes to try to focus on the lesson for the day. Something about geography, but once bored she just doodles in the corners of her worksheets, figuring out different angles for throwing senbon and just how much force she might need to take out various eyeballs from her spot in the classroom.

Then the sensei is telling them to pair up for something and Kiya’s being poked in the shoulder, very politely, and she’s turning now to face Mangetsu because the sensei paired them up while she was doodling. Ok, she can do this. To discuss geography and its repercussions of trade and mission assignments, due to Water’s location. Then write down the discussion.

It’s a nice talk, and he’s very polite, if a bit detached.

Someone else mutters something about the class babies being paired up.

(Kiya knows it was Daichi who sits three seats to the left and two rows behind her, and she doesn’t like his sneer whenever she walks into the room.)

(Whatever, she’ll show him.)

But Mangetsu just gives Daichi this look and for a moment Kiya has to wonder if it was using killing intent to intimidate, and Daichi just fidgets ever-so-slightly in his seat. Then Mangetsu says something if someone is intimidated by babies, then they really shouldn’t be shinobi, right? It has her giggling.

She still gets back at Daichi during weapons practice because she hits every target with her senbon, except for the three that go right into that spot in the back of Daichi’s neck and send him crashing to the ground.

Kiya gets detention but it’s worth it.

She flashes a wicked grin to Mangetsu on her way to said detention, who gives her a tiny one in return.

~~~

Turns out Mangetsu is not just from the Hozuki clan, but like, supposed to be the best, brightest, main-family Hozuki clan member, and Kiya is sorta intimidated until she remembers he also is as short as she is and also just six.

Ok, so he’s a genius and being told he’s slated for early graduation, but he’s also just six too, and she brings up that fact which gets her a look and then she has to offer part of her lunch as a peace offering because she likes him. There was even that drinkable yogurt stuff he likes, so she gave it all to him because she wasn’t really a fan of it but her uncle packed it in her bento anyway.

He has a funny sense of humor and also can beat all the big kids in a spar, and even if she did lose horribly to him the one time their sensei told them to spar together, it wasn’t as quickly as she thought it was going to be. Plus she got pointers and then when she went to spar against Daichi, she whooped his butt so hard that there would be marks for days.

(They got to use weapons then and Kiya might have shown off a tiny bit. Just enough.)

But yes, they have a whole conversation just about kenjutsu one day and Kiya listens very carefully when Mengetsu says he’s going to be the best swordsman of the Seven there ever was. She nods very seriously, agreeing that if anyone can do that, it would be him. She also tells him her uncle promised her a chakra-conducting wakizashi when she made chunin, along with a whole other stock of very cool, very sharp, very pointy weapons. And senbon. And posions. So they can be very, very, very dangerous and very exceptional shinobi friends.

It’s nice having a friend.

He gets a standing visit to come to the shop any time he wants after school and she also promises snacks. She sys as much after school ends and her uncle is picking her up, with a very pretty lady picking up Mangetsu and there’s also a small bundle in her arms that she thinks is the baby brother he’s talked about.

So yes, it is really nice having friends.

~~~

Then Mangetsu graduates early and Kiya is left alone.

Well, that won’t do at all.

~~~

It takes a little longer for her to graduate, but by then she’s already had two birthdays, and not had the best time in school. What does end up happening is that she’s more determined than ever to prove herself better than the rest of the class. It’s harder, most days, but she learns to be fast and sneaky instead of a heavy hitter, and that, the senseis say, bodes better for her.

When she does graduate she’s a little over eight and shuffled off to jonin-sensei that already has a team of two and needs a third student, as the other one had died in the war. Logically she knows she is filling a spot, there as a placeholder, but her new teammates don’t seem very nice and they’re both high caste, seeing her little more than cannon fodder.

She keeps her mouth shut and doesn’t tell her uncle those particular thoughts. Instead she asks for sharp, pointy, deadly things, and focuses more on trying to learn all she can from her new sensei. The man likes her well enough, as she tends to be the one who pays attention to him the most and seems to follow instructions best.

Once in a while she does wonder about Mangetsu, if he’s still a genin or if he made chunin by now, and thinks to ask her sensei about it.

~~~

The one time she asks, her sensei says her friend from school is now a chunin and gives her a funny look when she says they are friends. She then gets yet another funny look when she says she has to catch up and make chunin now too, because that’s only fair, and earns a pat on the top of her head for her remarks.

~~~

So Kiya thinks her teammates are stupid, but it’s mostly because they keep picking on her and because they think just because she might be lower caste and younger, that makes her weaker and easy to throw around. Their sensei, for all his faults, does try to curb this when he can without making any overt political repercussions happen, but in the end there is only so much he can do.

So, in the spirit of getting far stronger, deadly, and vicious than originally intended, Kiya fights back. In a sneaky, can’t-prove-it-was-me way, and while their sensei knows who might have spiked the water bottles during training, or knows that Kiya is well aware of certain points of the body being used to paralyze, he does little in the way of stopping it. Character-building all that.

So, the more Kiya fights back, the more her teammates instigate, and the more her sensei has headaches.

They don’t do this in the field, of course, because they are Kiri genin and therefore must be exceptional in the field or die, and Kiya is restrained to using all her energy on the enemy whenever they do encounter one. She has had her first kill, and then some, and both of the boys on her squad thought she would cry and whimper afterwards, when all she does is look at them blankly and ask why they didn’t have her back because the unknown assailant was going for all three of them.

Yeah, so, Kiya doesn’t like her teammates aside from her sensei, and the feeling is mutual.

She wonders if Mangetsu had this problem.

Maybe not, he was already super strong. Maybe she’ll meet him again or work a mission with him when she gets promoted.

~~~

The war ends, Kiya turns ten, and suddenly her team is being told they’re going to be nominated for chunin, don’t die in the exams, and that’s about the amount of warning that Kiya gets before they’re shuffled off to prove that Kirigakure didn’t completely lose its edge at the end the war.

It ends with Kiya’s teammates turning out to be even more stupid than she thought because they both comment that the only way she would get promoted is on her back, and Kiya doesn’t take that shit.

She knows what they meant.

So, she reacts.

One loses a hand and then passes out from chakra exhaustion, the other ends up with her tanto in his stomach and passing out from blood loss, and Kiya gets a brand new flak jacket for her troubles.

Plus her promotion gift from Renjiro-oji is, in fact, that chakra-conducting wakizashi she’s been dreaming of and lessons to use it properly from one of her uncle’s old mission buddies.

~~~

Kiya hopes to see Mangetsu and maybe work with him, except then she hears he got promoted again and, well, now she’ll just need to get promoted to jonin too. Just need to get some experience, and try to find a speciality, and run a bunch of missions, and get some contacts, impress some people, and suddenly Kiya is a bit overwhelmed.

Renjiro-oji tells her not to worry, that she’s already doing much better than her father ever did, and that man made jonin too.

But she doesn’t want to just be better than her long-dead father, she wants to be better than everyone else. Or most shinobi.

The latter is an easier goal.

~~~

So, Kiya takes more lessons from a new senpai, runs missions, and gets into a nasty habit of stabbing people when they’re rude or mean or bring up her birth.

The last habit is a bad one to have but it makes up for the lack of biting people. Because biting might make her sick, since you never knew what sort of germs were on someone’s skin. Or if there was poison. Just in case.

Kiya also has her first solo mission, her first assassination mission, and a slew of other first type missions, before being unceremoniously field promoted at fourteen. Cool, great, now a jonin.

~~~

Then she learns Mangetsu is the youngest of the Seven Swordsmen, and ok, fine, she’ll go into ANBU then, she can totally be just as deadly.

And maybe meet him again.

~~~

It takes about three more years till they are finally paired up for something.

At this point Kiya’s had two years in ANBU in addition to her jonin status, learned the hard way honey-pot missions are not for everyone, and more infiltrations and assassinations than she could count. So yes, more than formidable than the tiny six year old who might have made childhood friends with the young man who is called Second Coming of the Demon.

She still offers him a drinkable yogurt once the mission briefing is done and cracks a grin.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Opia Night 2

Vampire!Shinsou x reader

Warnings: alcohol mentions, mentions of blood, dumb mc, campy vampire bullshit, swearing

A/N: ahhhhh. okay. so. this was a tough write. I think I got stuck because i started taking myself too seriously and then i just started throwing words out left and right. this is very back and forth, no-goal-reached, bullshit. I mean, getting from point A to point B is r o u g h, bro. Im SO SORRY. I was trying to make this natural and it just AINT. she’s messy today and it’s fine. Gotta just post what we can when we can lmfao. SOO! I’m aware that this chapter isn’t good, but I do hope that you find it entertaining regardless! I promise Night 3 will be better!

(PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION)

Night One

Night Two

You woke up to your phone buzzing next to your head on your pillow. Once, twice, and the third double-vibration made you realize that you were not going to be going back to sleep any time soon. Blinking at your window, you groaned at the flecks of dust that were lit up by the golden remnants of twilight. You’d slept most of your Friday away after slaving away on your school work Monday through Thursday. You tried telling yourself that you deserved the rest, but sleeping through sunlight has become habitual to you when you had nothing else going on. When you woke up from your coma, you would usually sleep some more. Usually.

The phone on your bed was alight with three unread messages, all saying something different, but with the same invitation handed out:

Kirishima(7:02): hey :)

Sero(7:07): you busy?

Kaminari(7:15): babe! partaaay tonite!!!! come over!

Again, you groaned.

The last night you’d spent over at their house was a complete disaster. You totally embarrassed yourself by screaming out of nowhere. Or so it seemed to have come out of nowhere to everyone else who heard you; what you thought you had witnessed went completely unnoticed to everyone at the last party. But to you, it was so vivid.

Purple-haired-couch-kid. Fangs. Blood.

You completely freaked and locked yourself in the bathroom. It took both Kirishima and Sero to coax you out after you battled the idea of calling the cops to their house. When you came out, there was a swarm of kids eyeing you like you were crazy. You asked to see Kodai. She appeared. She was unharmed: no blood, no marks, no recollection of any handsome boy who took a bite out of her wrist. Kamianri’s garage-sale couch had been occupied by no extremely handsome man, and there were no purple-haired people to be seen at the party afterwards.

It wasn’t something you could have imagined unless your drink had been spiked, but you thought you were pretty careful when it came to open containers! And besides, who’d want to spike your drink with hallucinogens. Getting you high could have been a prank or someone thinking they were doing the rest of the party-goers a favor, but to what you could tell, nobody else was seeing shit. So maybe you were crazy. Maybe there was no alluring voice speaking to you in your head, and your psyche had suddenly broken out of the damn blue. In the psychology class you took freshman year, you learned a lot about different mental illnesses that cause hallucinations and paranoia. Maybe you had to get yourself checked out.

Your phone buzzed again.

Kaminari: Kiri is gonna be real bummed if you don’t come :”(

Well, that was on him. You couldn’t really imagine why you would receive such a welcome invitation to another one of their parties after the big fuss you made. After you realized Kodai wasn’t in trouble, you stormed home; you lived close enough, so it was fine to leave your car there. You didn’t speak to anyone about what happened afterwards, so you were sure you’d be snubbed by your friends for at least a little bit. You figured that… if they wanted something else from you, maybe the rule of party fouls would be ignored.

You sighed, knowing that even though Kirishima definitely had a crush on you, he was still your friend and a great guy. You couldn’t think bitterly of him just because he might’ve wanted to kiss you on several occasions when you were just hanging out. You did sleep with him once, back in the day, but you both agreed to just be friends afterward. You were… kinda wild back then and didn’t like the idea of having a boyfriend. Kirishima tried to be understanding, but every now and then, you’d see him look at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes.

There was a bleep! and you saw that you got a Snapchat notification from Sero. You pursed your lips and opened it to see a video of Kaminari singing your name, pushing Kirishima’s shoulder, and a chorus of several people making gross kissing noises at the two of them. You rolled your eyes and were about to close the video, but something—no, someone—in the background caught your eye.

You replayed the snap. There was singing, gross kissing noises, and him—right at the end of the video. He was only there for the last two seconds of the video, but those mesmerizing indigo eyes leering at the phone camera seemed to grab you by the throat.

You didn’t fucking imagine him. You didn’t fucking imagine him.

Sliding the screen to show the front-facing camera, you grimaced at your face. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and snapped a quick photo with the tag, ‘who is all there rn?’

Kaminari’s reply came instantly. It was another video of people hooting in the kitchen taking shots. Sero was sniffing at a rough-looking pineapple and Kaminari was yelling.

“Who is all here right now?!” Kaminari called and cheers came as a response. Kaminari turned the camera to face his grinning self. Kirishima was in the background checking his hair in the mirror. When he saw that the camera was in him, he flexed his arm, the dork. Then, Kamimari threw his arm around somebody, and pulled him into frame. You actually gasped.

“Why, the whole word is here, babe! Come overrrr!” Kaminari sang at you, but you weren’t paying any attention to him. Purple-haired-couch-kid was side-eyeing your drunken friend, but when he looked into the camera, he appeared to be amused. He wasn’t as dressed up as he was two weeks ago; he just had on a plane black T-shirt with the same ropey necklaces. The camera didn’t do his likeness any justice. The shadows under his eyes seemed to be much darker, and his skin was straight-up pale. Still, his gorgeous lavender eyes had you captivated. He was all you could see.

Purple-haired-guy’s ivory arm wrapped around Kaminari’s shoulder. He grinned, the whites of his teeth gleaming dangerously at the camera, squeezed Kaminari against him, and the video ended. You were too enamored to even thinking of taking a screenshot and you couldn’t replay the snap.

You cursed and covered your eyes with your pillow. You really were planning on sleeping the rest of the night away—maybe put on some cheesy soaps you could snicker at before zonking out. But now, it seemed, you didn’t have any choice but to go to the party. You had to see him.

A shower and a quick trip to the liquor store later and you were showing up to your friends’ rented domain with a six pack in hand. You entered without knocking. They never had the door locked; it was a constant open-invitation to ‘Denki’s Dank Crib’ as Kaminari wished people would call it.

You were immediately slapped in the face with human musk and you were glad to be wearing something more light: a white, chiffon top over your sunflower skirt with yellow, scrappy heels. It wasn’t everyday that you wanted to dress nicely, but as ridiculous as the concept was, if you did see the purple-haired-couch-kid… you wanted to look nice.

“Hey, you! Glad you could make it!” Strong arms pulled you into Kirishima’s hard chest. He smelled like sweat and old spice. He held you for two seconds too long, going so far as to rest his nose on the top of your head, before you pulled away, offering him a friendly smile. “Your conditioner smells nice!”

“Hah… thanks.” You grimaced.

“Oh, I’m sorry! That was really creepy! I’m sorry!” A slow blush bloomed on Kirishima’s cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to be weird. I might’ve had a few drinks already and I just… uh…”

Lending him a saving grace, you lifted the six pack up. “Care for another?”

“D’aww, you didn’t have to grab beer!” Kirishima grabbed the six pack from you. “I do love this stuff though! Thank you!”

“I couldn’t come here empty handed. It’s the least that I can do after what happened last time.” You started walking towards the kitchen, keeping an eye out for the purple guy or Kaminari.

“What happened last time?”

“You know,” you said while Kirishima cracked open a bottle, “when I had a freak out?”

“Freak out?” He offered you the bottle, but you shook your head. “What do you mean?”

You scanned the kitchen and saw only a few kids you didn’t know and Sero messing around with some frothy, yellow liquid in a beat-up blender. Looking to your right, you saw that there was nobody occupying Kaminari’s old loveseat. It wasn’t like you were expecting to see him there with what—Kaminari on his lap?—but it didn’t hurt to check.

“Like when I screamed and locked myself in the bathroom,” you said. “Then I left without saying goodbye.”

Kirishima’s brows crinkled. “I don’t remember you screaming or anything like that. You did leave a little suddenly, and I was bummed for like a minute, but that’s yesterday’s news. You’re here tonight!”

“Kiri, I was standing right next to you when I threw a fit. You don’t remember? You got me out of the bathroom.”

Kirishima shook his head. “Are you sure that was me?”

You were positive. You were definitely leaning on him, talking about how you didn’t need any boys, and Kirishima was warm like he always was when you touched him. You turned to look back at the couch and then you saw that purple guy bite Yui Kodai! Everyone heard you!

“You’re here!”

Sero zoomed towards you with two large cups of something in-hand. He gave you a bright smile and offered you one of the cups. “As soon as I heard you were heading over, I started making these! Piña coladas!”

“Oh…” you took the drink and gazed into the glass. It was yellow and mushy. Thinking back on your original theory—being drugged—you gave him a tight, closed-mouth grin. “What’s in it?”

“Uhh… Pineapple, coconut rum, and ice?” Seeing the unsure look on your face, Sero hastily added, “the pineapple was close to expiring, but I tasted it, and it’s still fine! Promise.”

“Did you even blend it right?” Kirishima asked, peering into your cup. “It looks like it’s breathing.”

“It’s not my fault our blender is janky!” Sero shot back. “I’m not the one who’s always making weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with, like, kale and shit added in every morning like some sort of psychopath.”

“It’s not crazy to be looking after my body. In fact, you could learn something from me!” Kirishima poked Sero in the ribs. “Skinny.”

“I’m not skinny,” Sero argued, flinching away. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his tight, well-kept abdomen. “I’m lean.” Sero smirked when he caught you staring.

“Alright, well, our girl only deserves the best service, and this ain’t it, chief.” Kirishima reaches to take the atrocity out of your hand, but seeing Sero’s dejected face, you pulled away.

“This is fine,” you promised warily. Beside yourself, you took a sip of Sero’s sloshy creation. You got a big chunk of pineapple in your mouth and chewed the rum out. The parts that weren’t chunks were all watery, like you were drinking straight rum. You forced yourself to smile. “It… tastes good at least.”

Sero was ecstatic. “Lovin’ your look, by the way. Yellow heels look good on you.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your back. “C’mon, you don’t have to be nice to him. Lemme make you something good in the kitchen.”

“Oh, wait, Sero. I wanted to apologize to you too!”

Sero raised a brow. “Apologize?”

“Yeah...” You turned your head from Sero to Kirishima, hoping for any sign of recognition. “For freaking out. Screaming. Locking myself in the bathroom. All those good things.”

“Oh,” Sero said. “Yeah, well, you’re forgiven.”

“So you remember!” You beamed.

Sero’s hand went to the back of his neck. “To be honest, I don’t remember a lot about the last party. I think Denki broke a table—“

“You helped him break the table,” Kirishima interjected.

“—aaand someone stole my good bong? That’s it. I’m sorry you had a bad time, though. Hopefully you’ll have more fun tonight! Kaminari bought a karaoke set. It’s got all the shitty songs they’re playing on the radio right now.”

“Where is Denki,” you asked, looking around. Damn it, if nobody remembered you screaming, at least you could count on Kaminari possibly getting the name of the kid who he had his arms around in that video he sent you.

“Off somewhere being a dumbass.” Sero waved his hand absently at the crowd of kids in the living room. “You wanna smoke? I just got a new bong and it hits pretty smoothly. Or maybe you wanna try karaoke? Though you would probably wanna get a couple drinks in before that, huh?”

“Ah, maybe later. I just gotta find Denki.”

“Why?” Kirishima asked suspiciously.

“I just gotta ask him something…” you pulled out your phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before getting to his raunchy voicemail. You scoffed.

“He could be up in his room,” Kirishima suggested.

“With a chick?” Asked Sero, amused. You made a face and Sero quickly corrected himself, saying, “I mean… with a nice lady?”

“Who’s to say.” You took a sip of Sero’s special beverage. It was gross, but you were here, and probably getting a little annoyed. You came out, so you might as well try to enjoy yourself.

“I’m sure he’ll come down eventually. If he really is with a girl, he’ll be down soon, and he’ll be hungry,” said Kirishima. “Hey, I’m gonna be ordering a pizza. Any topping preference? I was gonna get a few and wanted to make sure—oh, hey!! Bakugou!”

Your eyes followed Kirishima’s to see some grouchy-looking blonde kid coming in from the front door. You took advantage of both Sero and Kirishima greeting the guy with high-fives and fist-bumps, and made your way into the dining room where kids were playing a drinking game on a broken table.

You chatted a bit with a few kids you hadn’t met before, a girl whose name you forgot from the biology class you took last semester, and some guy who was so drunk you couldn’t comprehend a single mumble that rolled off his tongue. Nobody seemed to know where Kaminari was. Nobody seemed to have seen any boy with purple hair and an angelic face...

You scooted past three boys who were playing some stupid slapping game and into the living room. You sat down on the couch and checked in on your phone messages. It’s been two hours since Kaminari last texted you to come over. You thought about shooting him a text now, but—

‘Do you realize that all of the air in the room goes out when you walk in?’

You choked on air, as embarrassing as that was, and looked up, expecting to see someone who spoke to you. Nobody was paying you any mind for Kaminari's shitty couch, but you knew you heard that titillating voice, and it wasn’t because you were crazy.

‘Such a pretty little thing to be left all alone at a party. Did you lose your fan club?’

“Actually, I chose to sit here by myself,” you said aloud, minding the few people who actually turned to see you talking to yourself. You shrunk back into the couch and pretended to be taking a video of yourself.

‘Well, I’m sure. It’s a comfortable couch, afterall—better when shared.’

Oh, so this voice was a dirty, little thot. You clicked your tongue and texted Kaminari. ‘Hey, I’m here. Where are you?’

Kaminari(11:02): side yard.

Hopping up, you headed for the sliding patio door.

‘Eager to see your babe, babe?’

“Oh, shut up!” You hissed while walking outside and a girl watching a beer pong game frowned at you. You weren’t sure, you thought that you could hear a chuckle in the very far back-end of your head.

Kaminari was in the side yard, thank god. He was leaning against the house, staring absently at the side gate. He was alone, not on his phone or anything to keep him busy. He was just standing there.

“Hey, Kami!”

Kaminari barely turned his head towards you when he said, “hey...”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing hiding away in the side yard?”

“‘m just chillin’. Waitin’ for my friend…”

“A friend?” You asked. “Kaminari, are you okay?”

“Of course,” Kaminari said, still staring at the side gate. “I’ve never been better… it’s a nice night…”

You stepped out in front of him. Kaminari didn’t meet your gaze; his yellow eyes were hazy and blank. You waved your hand in front of his face and he didn’t even react.

“Kami…”

“It’s a real nice night,” he repeated dreamily. “I‘m waiting for a friend...”

“What friend, Kami? Who are you waiting for?”

“Uhh… Dunno. He just left…”

“What does he look like?” You asked, growing impatient. Kaminari wasn’t the brightest, but he was never really this slow. There was something wrong with him.

“Hmmm… like the moon…”

“Denki.”

“...”

“I saw you near a kid with purple hair and a lot of jewelry in some of the snaps you sent, Kaminari. Do you know where I might be able to find him? He was at the last party too.”

“Yeah... That’s my friend…”

Thank god, thank god someone else knew who the hell you were talking about. “Do you know where he went?”

“To get a snack…” At that, Kaminari cracked a grin.

Fangs and blood flashed in your mind. You clenched your teeth together. If you remembered correctly, perhaps purple-haired-couch-kid’s idea of a snack wasn’t suitable for this party. You grabbed his wrist. “C’mon, let's go back inside. You need some water.”

But when you turned back to your house, you bumped right into what felt like a brick wall. But it wasn’t a brick wall. This barrier was a person whose ivory skin practically glowed an eerie white under the moonlight. This barrier was a person whose indigo eyes scanned you like a marauder finding his treasure. This barrier was a person whose flushed lips tugged up into a smirk when you shrieked.

Your stomach sank when he laughed at you after you leapt back and against Kaminari’s chest. Kaminari placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, as if he was trying to be reassuring, but his touch was too light and vacant to do much to calm you.

Goosebumps crawled up your skin when you took in couch-kid’s sudden appearance. You were mad at yourself for thinking that even though he was frightening in the dark, his sharp jawline was practically begging to be nibbled on.

Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with you?! You couldn’t be thinking about hooking up with strangers that bite while Denki was high and everyone else was forgetting shit! You shook your head and scowled.

“Sorry about that… didn’t mean to scare you.” Your heart did a little jump at hearing his voice for the first time. At least, you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d heard it. It did sound oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.  

Couch-kid held out his hand. For a second, you thought he was going to shake your hand, but then you saw that he was holding a wrapped cereal bar. Froot Loops. “Here you go, Denki.”

Kaminari’s arm snaked through the opening between your arm and waist to grab the treat. Your body nearly vibrated from being only just a couple inches away from Couch-kid’s finger tips. His arms were nice—white and long, but strong, with a few prominent veins running up them. Did he drink weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with kale and shit added in them like Kirishima? Why did you care?

“Oh man, thanks Shinsou. I was starting to get dizzy,” Kaminari said, unwrapping the sweet treat. You heard him crunching from behind you, and you don’t know why, but you were suddenly very irritated with his presence. You shouldn’t have been. There was obviously something going on with him and you should’ve been wanting to help him out, but then, you really wanted to be alone with Couch-kid. The thought just made you more agitated.

“Not a problem,” Couch-kid—Shinsou—purred. He didn’t look at Kaminari when he spoke; he was eyeing you.

“Shinsou,” you said, pulling at the hem of your skirt. Did he remember you? Did he think you were dumb for staring at him without saying anything for so long back at the last party?

“That’s me.” Shinsou grinned. This time, he took your hand, rather than offering his, and kissed the back of your wrist. You honestly would have swooned if you didn’t see him do the exact same thing to Yui Kodai just a short while ago. Still, his cool lips making contact with your skin made tiny electric currents shoot up from your arm, to your neck. You shuddered. “I don’t think we’ve officially met. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The, uh… pleasure’s all mine?” That was what they said in the movies, right? Cheesy soaps, whomst? What a weird thing to say, anyways. Even still, as silly as that old-time greeting was, he could’ve easily said something as ridiculous as, ‘charmed, I’m sure,’ and you still wouldn’t have been able to muster out a bark of laughter like you would with literally anywhere else.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to go sing some karaoke?” Shinsou asked, his eyes still on you.

“I did say that,” Kaminari said, taking another bite out of his cereal bar. “Karaoke sounds nice…” And without any ceremony, he started walking. Sliding past you, he made his way down the side of the house. Just like that?! He was going to leave you with a stranger?

You called, “wait! Kaminari... are you really okay? You were acting a little funky just a minute ago.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m fine. I just really wanted cereal.” Kaminari wiggled the now empty bar wrapper in the air. “But Shinsou took very good care of me…” That faraway look returned to his eyes when he said, “I’ll catch you later, babe.” With that, he was gone, leaving you alone with a guy who simultaneously made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your heart melt with a quirk of his brow.

Shinsou’s eyes scanned over you, up from where your hand was bunched up in your skirt, to your torso, your collar bones, your lips, then back down to your neck. Unease settled over you when his eyes finally met yours and you had to quickly look away. You wished that  you were anywhere else in the world. You also wished you could think of something, anything, to say to him, but asking about Kodai seemed to be so wrong to you, at the moment, and the last time either of you had interacted, you were about to hop into his lap!

Finally, you mustered, “do you know if he smoked anything? He really wasn’t acting like his usual self. I’m worried something might be wrong…”

“Not to my knowledge. He might’ve had a couple drinks though,” Shinsou said. There was another long pause, and you fought your brain to come up up a normal conversational topic, but Shinsou beat you to to the punch. “Is he your boyfriend?”  

“What? No!” You still couldn’t look him in the eye as you answered. You hoped that it was dark enough to be able to hide your flushing face. “He’s really just a friend.”

“He calls you ‘babe’, though.”

“Yeah, well, if you put a skirt on, I’m sure he’d call you babe too.” You shrugged. “He’s just a flirt.”

“You weren’t wearing a skirt at that last party,” Shinsou mused, which gave you a little rush. He remembered you. “And he still called you babe.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling, but your humor rang out in your voice when you asked, “are you interested in him or something? Because I can go get him back for you, if you want. I’m pretty sure he dated a guy our sophomore year.”

Shinsou clicked his tongue, amused. “It’s not him I’m interested in. Not really my type.”

“Right, right,” you laughed, gaining more confidence. “Well, I haven’t seen Kodai here tonight, but I think I have her number saved. Would you like me to give her a ring? It’s the least I can do for you taking care of my poor, dumb not-boyfriend while I was away.”

You reached inside your purse to grab your phone. You really would have called her, but before you could even touch your phone, Shinsou’s fingers were wrapped around your wrist. You almost yelped. Shinsou’s fingers were much cooler than his lips were and it surprised you.

“I knew you were jealous,” he remarked darkly. Immediately, you yanked your arm free, but that only prompted him to grab your wrist from a newer angle. You narrowed in on him, ready to bite—he was someone you didn’t know grabbing you, so obviously you had every right to—but as soon as you gazed into his eyes, you were lost.

His pupils were abyssal; so dark that they appeared white. Looking at him, your body felt cool—numb almost. Beyond any control, your body relaxed which made you lose your tight grip of Sero’s shitty piña colada. You didn’t even care about the cold, sloshy mess splattering over your heels.

Shinsou backed you into the wall, his stare intense, his lips parted and amused. He planted his free hand on your arm and took his time running it up to your shoulder, your neck. The tips of his fingers lightly danced across your jugular, the pad of his thumb slowly running up and down the pulsing vein. He scrutinized you dangerously, daring you to move, to run, to scream for help. Not knowing whether you were scared or aroused, you let him touch you, though ‘let’ didn’t seem like the appropriate word. It was like you had no other choice. He wanted to study you, so he would, and you would not object. So naturally, when Shinsou slid his hand to the nape of your neck, you turned to grant him access to what you knew what he really wanted.

He first pressed his nose up against your skin and inhaled deeply. You shivered as he groaned, “I’ve been waiting for you for too damn long. My sanguine.”

When Shinsou’s lips pressed against your flesh, you melted. Every nerve-ending in your body set aflame; you were no closer to fleeing the scene than you were indulging in the sweet sensation that his kiss had to offer. His cool tongue traveled up your neck, sending waves of jubilant shivers down your spine. His fingers hooked around your shoulder as he deepened the kiss. You felt a tingling sensation warming up between your legs that was only a tiny bit eased when he lodged his knee between you. His hand slid down your back where he pulled you on to him more comfortably; held up by his thigh, his arm, and nothing more.

“Nhhh-“ you tried to object, like you should, like you knew you wanted to, but a carnal urge pulled at the strings of your willpower. Whether he kissed you, or killed you, you wouldn’t be able to deny him his satisfaction. You would give him, Shinsou, a stranger, anything he wanted at any given moment.

But when you heard your name called from inside, the spell was broken.  

You tensed. Shinsou’s lips froze against your skin. You felt his hands tighten around you protectively, possessively, and you knew you were in deep shit.

“Kiri,” you whispered despite wanting nothing more than to say another man’s name. Kirishima was looking for you and yet, here you were, in his side yard, with another boy. Perhaps you hadn’t changed as much as you originally thought you had.

“Don’t-!” Shinsou hissed when you tried to pull away. There was urgency in his voice, something unexpected from him. His eyes were desperate and hungry. Terrifying. It felt good knowing that he wanted to keep you, and that thought was more frightening than what you thought was his original intentions. Fingers slid their way to your waist, and Shinsou bowed his head, dipping in to kiss your lips, but before he could, your hand fell on his face.

It wasn’t a slap, no. You literally put your entire ass palm on his face to save yourself from a kiss you actually wanted.

“O-oh god!” You stuttered out. Beyond any responsible control, you shoved his head back. “I’m sorry!”

Finally freed, you bolted a good five feet away from him, back towards the house. Your assaulter gazed at you with surprise, sleepy eyes rounded in a sort of sincere, pitiful way, but you couldn’t let his dejection get to you. You swallowed harshly as you backed away from him and the wall, going against every fiber in your body telling you to stay put, to stay at his side, to let him satiate any and all needs that he had.

The thing is, you would have. Despite not being able to bark out the half-dozen questions you had for him (why do you bite people? Why can’t anybody remember you? Why do I think I can hear your voice in my head? Why the sudden smooches? What the fuck?) you would have stayed with him there, had you not heard your name called a second time.

“Leaving so soon?” Shinsou asked, gaining some composure, though as lax as he tried to make himself seem, there was an imperative note in his tone. “Don’t want to let your fan club down, I guess.” His voice was a shrug. “And here I thought you were going around asking about me.”

That was so excruciatingly embarrassing; being caught showing interest. Did he know how many people you spoke to? You wished you could wither up and blow away right then and there.

You glanced through the glass door to see Kirishima holding his phone up to your ear. A second later, your phone started buzzing. You ignored it.

“I guess I just wanted to know who you were, is all,” you said, a perfectly normal response. That was you: calm, cool, and collected—totally not willing to makeout with extremely hot strangers out of nowhere. “I haven’t seen you around before that last party…” which would be a perfectly fine segue into asking him why he bit Yui Kodai, if only you could will your body to ask!

“So you’re satisfied?”

“Uh-huh!” Not at all. Not at all. But that didn’t stop you from turning back towards the house.

‘Liar.’

Your body went cold. The voice rang too clearly to have been said aloud, but it was definitely his. In. Your. Head.

“What did you say?” You asked, turning back, trying to keep your tone steady. You didn’t know why, but you thought it would be bad if he heard your voice crack or squeak.

“I asked if you were satisfied. We barely got to converse and yet, you’re skittering away after making such a fuss about finding me. Why is that?”

“I’m not skittering away and—hey!” You put your hands on your hips. “You called me a liar just now, didn’t you?”

Shinsou placed his hands in his hips, mocking you. “I said no such thing!”

“Well, no, maybe you didn’t say it with your mouth…”

“What else would I have said it with? My hips?” He smirked. “Are you sure it wasn’t your own conscience calling you out?”

You scoffed. You couldn’t believe he was teasing you!” And what about your conscience?! Do you just go around attacking people’s necks out of nowhere like that as a hobby?!”

“Interesting choice of words,” he chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t say attacking people is a hobby, but more of a necessity. And I don’t usually go for the neck, either. I save that intimacy for victims who are a little more willing…”

‘Really, I wouldn’t want a single drop of you to run down your arms, anyways.’

“Willing?!” You started, incredulous. You pointed a shaking finger at him and continued with, “you really have a thing or two to learn about cons-!”

“Hey!” Kirishima was sliding the door to patio open. “I was looking for you! The pizza’s almost gone, but I saved you a couple slices.” He looked at you and registered the expression on your face. His eyes narrowed as he approached you. “Who are you talking to?”

But when Kirishima looked down the side yard, there was nobody there—just the slushy remains of your piña colada. He bent down to pick the cup up to see you shaken, wordless. “What happened?”

You could only shake your head. Because you didn’t know what happened—you didn’t know anything! Shinsou was there and now he wasn’t, and the more you tried to say anything on the matter, the more the words got stuck at the back of your throat.

“Hey,” Kirishima said, full of concern. He grabbed both of your trembling hands and wound his fingers through yours. That was intimate. Something sweet. Something that was supposed to be reassuring. What in the hell was supposed to be intimate about a guy you barely met narrowing in on your neck like that.

You sighed and allowed your head to fall against Kirishima’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close while that angry blonde kid, Bakugou, appeared at the doorway, munching on a slice of pizza (probably the last one.) He took one look at you, rolled his eyes, and walked away. Kirishima asked you what happened once more. You said, “I’d just really like to get home.”

“Let me walk with you,” Kirishima whispered. That would be pulling him away from his own party, but he didn’t seem to care about that. The world really needed more Kirishimas.

“Okay.”

Making your way through the house, you saw Kaminari in the living room slurring the lyrics to a lame song, Sero cheering him on while simultaneously recording every word, and Bakugou glaring out the front window. Kirishima quickly told Sero where the two of you were headed which made Sero form a tight line with his mouth. After seeing the stricken expression on your face, Sero seemed to ease up a bit.

Kirishima held your hand while he walked with you. He tried to make light conversation, attempting to get your mind off of whatever happened when you were alone in his side yard, but you couldn’t entertain him with idle chit chat. The entire walk home, you thought you felt somebody’s watchful gaze on you.

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