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byrdffv · 4 months ago

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The kirby fanfiction rec list for people on the r/kirby discord server because i mentioned i wanted to make one and people said i should

(technically a repost from a google doc i made to share there but i figured tumblr might appreciate it too)

Alright kirbros, let’s get into it.

These are in no particular order; you should give all of these fics a read IMO.

First up, let’s get the easy ones out of the way,

Kirby on the flipside by ProminenceFlare is the most popular Kirby fanfiction on ao3. Ok technichally that spot is taken by some dumb MHA fanfic that doesn't even have a single Kirby character in it but thats not the point; KotFs is THE Kirby fanfic. Theres plenty of game/anime crossovers out there but this one takes the cake. Its 300 thousand words long for christs sake, and it’s a GREAT 300 thousand words. If you haven't read KotFs, you haven't read much Kirby fanfiction i imagine. It does not disappoint. Theres also a sequel fic in the works although currently it’s on a break, but it is also just as good as the original.

Second of all is actually a series, Heart and soul by post_it_notes7. This is another game/anime crossover but in an interesting twist. The premise is that Meta Knight, long before the events of Krbay, sought to fight galacta knight in order to become stronger and hopefully defeat nightmare. He does this, and galacta is resealed. Now in the present, nightmare has been defeated by Kirby, and all is good and well, right? NOPE, galacta knight has escaped his seal and is out to reclaim his title as the strongest warrior in the galaxy. Its technichally NOT a metagala fic, it instead focuses more on a friendship between the two. Im not really a shipping person so i actually really enjoy this, their personalities clash well and they get plenty of banter. The full series combined as of now just barely beats Kirby on the flipside (not counting KotFs's sequel, Kirby's dream trials) at 310 thousand words.

Okay, chances are if youre into Kirby fanfiction you’ve already read those two, however a series you may not have seen is PinkestMenace's Planet of Possibilities, Special Treats and Rest (haha get it it spells popstar).

Now I would suggest reading most of these, but if you don’t want to read all of them theres a few key ones that are my favourites.

Control halt delete goes into meta knight’s role in Kirby planet robobot, it’s a fun, somewhat angsty fic recounting the uh, ‘modifications’ star dream and Susie put him through. Its good.

Let the games begin! Is another good one, its quite short, but a fun read.

Do Starry Knights Dream of Eternal Sleep? is a much more angsty fic, focusing on that old “meta knight is a creation of nightmare” headcanon from the anime fandom. It is a very good fic but I will warn you its got some more harsh content in it including some self-harm/loathing-adjacent moments, and as with all fanfiction I recommend reading the tags before reading. If you are comfortable with that though, it’s a great read!

Rocks Fall, Everyone Flies is by far my favourite fic in this series, its got some great character interactions and storyline. The story is reminiscent of the Kirby novels, if the Kirby novels were not childrens books and were instead horror novels. I jest, but this story does have some good spooky content and moments. Its gives good attention to all four of the dream land gang and is another great read.

Alright that’s all for the POPSTAR series, there are other fics in that series but those are the ones Im interested in, I would suggest checking out the rest of their fics however if you are interested!

Where Were the meta-knights? By purblegaymer Is one of my absolute favourites, up there with Heart and Soul. It’s a ‘missing scene’ fic, going into where the meta knights were in those episodes where they were missing, as well as giving us a look at meta knights dumb internal thoughts throughout certain episodes. It’s a long but very good read, going into meta knight’s thoughts and personality in the anime. It’s a very good read, would absolutely recommend to any anime fans.

That’s been a lot of meta knight adjacent fics, eh? Don’t worry, I’ve got other character-centric fics. For example…

Stuck With The Lor by Azzie_Tangerine Focuses on magolor after he escapes from another dimension and tries to live in the dream kingdom. However the Lor, missing its captain, decides to show up and lock magolor in his ship so it can give the poor cat some therapy. Okay that’s not ENTIRELY how it goes but it is the basic premise. The fic goes more into magolor’s guilt and experience with the master crown, creates some fun lore for the uh, Lor, and is a good exploration into how the two’s relationship. Would definitely recommend this one for any magolor fans, 100%.

How King Dedede founded Christmas by NWTGMR is both hilarious and heartwarming. I think this fic might have one of the best portrayals of dededes personality in fan content I’ve seen, with the perfect mix between big soft man and petty jerk. I would definitely recommend giving this one a read, even if it’s not Christmas you will enjoy it.

Half Blind Date by Azzie_Tangerine (again, they’ve got some good fics) is the sole reason why I ship taransusie, which is funny because as I said earlier im not very big on shipping, but this one is too good to refuse. Taransusie is kind of a rarepair in the scope of Kirby ships (definitely not the rarest, but its not too common either), but this fic is very fun nonetheless! Please don’t take a drinking game at how many times ive said the word ‘fun’ in this list so far. Anyway, very good read, would recommend if youre a fan of either taranza or Susie!

Oh, actually, while we’re here, why not recommend Books Are Stupid, Anyways!, also by Azzie_tangerine. It’s a Kirby and prince fluff fic. Very cute, nuff’ said.

Youth by katrinasis is a pre-canon story recounting how king dedede and meta knight met, its cute and pretty fun. Good read even if youre not really into metadede.

He May Even Dream Again by voidknight is a fic that focuses on… Gooey of all characters! Yeah, gooey isn’t really the star of many fics, but this one gives him the spotlight! Mostly focuses on gooey’s relationship to dark matter, its in second person but somehow manages to make it work. Its fun, its cool, perhaps its even ‘neat’. Give it a read, if you want.

The List of Things Dark Meta Knight is Forbidden To Do by WarioCart Is… a fic (I say this positively). Based on that one Scp story I think, TLoTDMKiFTD is both a mouthful to say and a great fic. Its got some good humour, and just in general really funny. If youre too bummed out by angsty fic id recommend this one.

And… That’s about it, really. There are plenty of good Kirby fanfiction out there, but that’s all I really can think of (and have time for) today.

Wait actually, before I go, I should recommend The Olde Switcheroo by TripleMK, its another game/anime crossover but it focuses on dedede, its currently in the works but has updated recently. It’s a good one!

#kirby #ao3 #kirby fanfiction #meta knight #magolor #gooey kirby #kirby fanfic #king dedede #yeah thats enough tags

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fanterfane · 14 days ago

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They say you are what you eat, but has anyone heard of becoming what you wear? Sounds like it'd be a useful and quick way for a witch to collect an army of evil creatures for his army on Hallow's eve... All he'd have to do his call up his friends and invite them over for a very special surprise party.

Happy Halloween everyone!

Here's my little treat for you all on this night of tricks and spooks. Costumed Conundrum! My first ever MASS TF image! It took me a full week's work to get it done, but I managed to do it right in time for Halloween!~ So I hope you all enjoy a little bit of Fayne causing the TF for once, even if he's already possessed.

Characters, from left to right:

- My OC Lemy Enn, dressed as Mesmerizer Miku, who gets Mezmerized. - Melody, dressed as a UA cheerleader (MHA), who turns into Himiko Toga - Epsi, dressed as a demon from Helltaker, who turns into a monstrous Modeus. - Cicero, dressed as Pomni from the Amazing Digital Circus, who becomes Possessed Pomni. - EagleBacon's OC Tenshi, dressed as a Gardevoir, who's game data becomes corrupted. - Nox's OC Marlene, dressed as Astolfo, who becomes Astolfo-Alter. - My OC Michael, dressed as a "Bounty Hunter", who becomes Dark Samus. - Moresalt's Nicky, dressed as 2B, who gets infected with a logic Virus.

Woooo!! That was a lot of work. Technically, it's 8 characters all getting a 3 panel sequence in one series of images. 10 total seperate characters, and 26 separate individual sketches. So I hope you all enjoy it! I personally think the version without dialog is the most compelling. It's why i made sure to draw the entire image in the standard aspect ratio for computer monitors, so if desired, it should make a good desktop background too!~

Thanks to all of my patrons who voted on the polls and supported this creation. I wouldn't have been able to do it without them! It was really rewarding to revisit an old concept like this and do it better! If you'd like to see the work in progress images for this project, be sure to check them out on the discord server! I hope you all have a very spooky night tonight!~

#corruption #transformation #Halloween #MassTF #crossdressing #femboy #witch #gardevoir #2B #pomni #astolfo #modeus #Miku #mezmerizer #toga himiko #samus aran #dark samus #TSF

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puddinginthemix · 4 months ago

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Fourteen Days of MHA: Day 5

Quirk, Special Move

“Tell me about your quirk.”

“Oh, well sure!” The boy grinned, but he was nervous. It was easy to see from the way he kept tapping his fingertips against his knees as he sat in the chair opposite Nighteye’s desk. That was fine. A student who could treat a professional mentorship interview like it was nothing was sure to be arrogant. Nighteye did not want arrogance.

“It’s called Permeation,” the boy continued. Tap tap tap. “It looks a whole lot like teleportation but, uh, it’s not. I can make myself intangible and pass through things. Or, you know, let them pass through me! It’s pretty sweet actually. And great for messing with people, because you can pretend you’re a ghost.” Mirio Togata laughed and gave his fingers a spooky waggle.

Nighteye raised his eyebrows. Then he gave the pen he was holding a sharp flick, sending it on a trajectory directly between Togata’s eyes. In a fraction of a second, the pen passed… directly between Togata’s eyes. It continued on its short arc and came to rest on the office carpet with a soft thwip.

“That’s an impressive reaction time.” He realized, suddenly, that each of their quirks would present quite the challenge for the other in combat. An unusual opportunity in itself.

“Thanks!” the boy grinned. “I’ve been working on it. My friends throw things at me all the time. On purpose, I mean. When I’m not expecting it. To help. The other day Amajiki came at—”

“Now catch it.” He flung a second pen across the desk. Togata caught it—not in his hand, but between his teeth.

Just the right amount of ostentation. Nighteye felt a smile break over him before he could stop it. Togata held the mouth-pen back out to him, but he put up a hand. “That one’s yours now.”

“Oh, thanks! I mean, uh, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize when you’ve done well. It wastes everyone’s time.”

“Right! Sorry.”

He decided to let that one go. “It’s a matter of concentration, then? Whether Permeation activates or doesn’t?”

“Uh-huh. Yes, sir.”

“And if you drop that concentration?”

Togata’s blue eyes sparkled for a moment. Then he was gone.

Nighteye blinked. He put his palms on his desk and stared at the empty chair across from him, then at the floor. He sent a high, startled chuckle out into the empty room. A few still seconds passed.

Then there was a knock at his door. It opened without Nighteye’s bidding, and Mirio Togata stepped back into the office with a little wave.

“How—”

The boy pointed down at his feet with both hands. “Trampoline boot soles! The support class made them for me. Because down is, hah! A whole lot easier than up.”

Nighteye laughed with sudden, real delight. Togata ran a hand through his shock of blond hair. A preening gesture, but he had earned it.

***

This is a snippet of a forthcoming chapter of Happiness on AO3.

#14daysofmha #my hero academia #mha #bnha #nighteye #sir nighteye #mirai sasaki #togata mirio #mirio togata #lemillion

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hyperiinked · 6 months ago

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Uhh intro thingy!!

Hiii!!! I'm Toby/Tobias, I'm from quotev, former user palntstrokes and I'm 15!!

I would apprciate if people used tonetags when talking to me as I have a hard time with tone, cause I'm autistic!

I also have a tic disorder!

I use other names!!

- Michael, Dave, Tord, Lloyd, Jestro, Raph, Donnie, and Hiccup

(I'm fictionkins an copinglinks of a few of these characters, BESIDES Donnie, I jst like his name)

I'm in soo many fandoms

special interests - How To Train Your Dragon(Httyd) and Creepypasta/Marble hornets

rest of my fandoms!! - Eddsworld, Mha, demon slayer, ninjago, nexo knights, fnaf, fnf, homestuck, x-men, spooky month, attack on titans, rottmnt, tmnt 2012, tmnt 2003, and undertale+sans aus

music I listen to - Chonny Jash, MCR, tally hall, get scared, panic! at the disco, rabbitology, ghost and pals, will wood, 100 gecs, mother mother, rebzyyx, pierce the veil and lemon demon

thanks for reading!!!

#intro post #yippee

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dalisman127y · 1 year ago

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MHA elementary Class 1a x reader Halloween special

"Honey,time to go!!" Your mom yelled.

"ok, mommy. I'll be down shortly" you said getting your Halloween costume.

Your costume of choice was of your favorite batman character, the scarecrow.

Downstairs your mom flips pancakes and your dad,a retired pro hero watches the news.

You run down the stairs in your Halloween costume.

"Hi mom,hi dad!" You said.

"oh, good morning, sweetie." Your mom said.

"hey,big guy nice costume. Heh if you get into U.A high this could be the official design." Your dad said.

"hehe. C'mon, sweetie. Let's get going." Mom said taking your hand.

After the long drive you arrived at UA elementary.

"have a good day." Your mom said kissing your forehead.

You smiled and put on your spooky gas mask.

Everyone was dressed as someone and someone for Halloween.

Deku was dressed up as all might, ochako was a witch,iida was dressed as Dr. Victor(a ben10 alien) and momo was dressed as a black cat.(sorry couldn't get all the characters in)

"oh hey,y/n. I love your costume" kyoka said dressed as noibat from pokemon.

"heh. Thanks, jiro. I really like your costume too." You complimented making her blush. she stutters before plugging one of her earphone jacks in.sending a shock wave.

You contourt and vibrate making weird noises.

She unplugs her earphone jack.

"MAMA MAKE A BUTTER BISCUIT GRAVY GRAVY BONGOS!!!" you said before fainting.

"oops, sorry,y/n. That was supposed to be a shock." Kyoka said helping you up.

Your head dangles down and your whole body twitches .

"y/n?" Kyoka said placing her hand on your shoulder.

Your head quickly whips up with a derpy expression on your face.

"yay yay yay yay yay yay" you said walking around.

"HEY THAT'S MY THING!!" kaminari said racing to you dressed as a demon.

"PHTTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" kyoka laughed.

"d-don't worry I know what to do." Iida said running to the freezer.

He comes back with a few ice cubes.

"Um ice cubes? How are ice cubes gonna help?" Mina asked dressed as a xenomorph.

"Just watch." Iida said putting them in the back of your shirt.

"YAAAAAAAHOOOOOOO IEEEEEEEEEEEEE WAAAAAARG COLDCOLDCOLDCOOOOOOLD" you said running around like a mad man.

"see? Ice on the spine causes y/n to act like a yahoo." Iida said.

As iida keeps blubbering you scream as shards of ice appear on your back and arms.

"AHHHHH HEEEELLLPP!!!" you said before katsuki bakugo dressed as a werewolf grabs your legs and shakes the ice out.

"whew. Thanks, katsuki." You said shivering from the ice.

"tch.no big deal.

THE END

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year ago

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Kill La Hero: 01

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

So I had this random idea while I finished watching Kill La Kill (I know it’s fucked up but also really funny and entertaining) that having a super suit like Senketsu would be an awesome and funny Quirk.

So Michi and Ares were born.

This is going to be IzukuXOC Pairing, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it!

Enjoy the ride!

Also made Michi outfits!

Chapter 1: The Girl with the Ribbon

Frowning at her reflection, the female fixed her red glasses.

At least the school uniform was black.

It didn’t look horrible on her with her salmon hair colour and her red, spooky (her cousin Lina’s words) eyes.

“You don’t get prettier, looking into your Vanity Mirror, Michi.”, sassed Ares, the bain of her existence from his place on her head.

She looked up at the sentient ribbon.

He looked down.

If his speaking without a mouth, didn’t make clear he wasn’t a normal ribbon, his looks sure would. He was dark maroon, then in the middle dark pink, followed up by red eyeballs, black scalder and yellow pupils.

“And I don’t need your stupid commentary!”, she reminds him. “Especial today.”

“Why because you are going to a new school? It’s not the first time, Whirlwind. You needed to move here so your Mama could care for your grandparents. It’s not that different when you moved school because you broke someone's nose.”, he really had the gall to say.

Huffing she pulled Ares a bit. The ribbon cried out in pain.

Yes, he could feel pain.

“We are in Japan, you idiot. I’m used to moving to our city in Italy, from school to school, but here I’m a foreigner.”

“I thought Michela, La Vendetta, doesn’t care what people think of her and if they want to tease her she just punches them in the face.”, reminds Ares.

With another huff, Michela grasped her new school bag and went to the kitchen.

Did she really though this piece of cloth would get it?

“Ares.”, she tried again to explain. “In two years I will be finished with Junior High and try to get into one of the big Hero Schools. I can’t risk any more notes in my school records. I want to go to U.A. since Herakles University in Greece is now out of the question. U.A. is the best hero school in all of Japan! Only the best get in. And I intend to be one of them. If I have to play the role of demure school girl I will.”

It was still for a few seconds between them before Ares pointed out: “You have pierced ears, wear large hoop earrings, for your last birthday your parents allowed you a tattoo and your red eyes are creepy. Only your glasses make you look soft. You don’t scream innocent school girl more like Fight-Me!”

Michela could just grit her teeth together.

He wasn’t wrong.

It’s her Italian temperament that always gets her into situations where fist flies.

She wished she had gotten a bit more of the calm nature of her Japanese mother, however besides the hair colour, she came totally after her Italian father.

People never believed her when she told them she was half-Japanese.

In secret, she didn’t believe it sometimes too.

Michela loved her mother and her mother loved her, sadly they weren’t always on the same page.

Her father understood her better.

“Good morning, Michi-Chan.”, greeted her Obaa-San from the kitchen table.

Her grandparents and her father sat already, while her mother was putting the last dishes on it.

She greeted her grandparents back in Japanese, then switched to Italian to greet her parents.

Jiji-San had hearing problems, so he asked what she had said, and she repeated it.

Then she sat down and had to sign.

A traditional Japanese breakfast.

Again.

Since they moved in with her grandparents mother only cooked Japanese, since the two elders were a bit old-fashioned in the food department.

Michela or Michi here in Japan found the red eyes of her father. She saw understanding in them.

They both craved some Brioche with crema.

Father and daughter signed together.

What one endured for the ones you love.

***

Her new school, Aldera Junior High, looked straight out of an anime.

Normally she would enjoy this, but Michi was a tiny bit nervous.

She couldn’t be anymore the tough, fist-fighting girl she loved, so who the heck was she now?

A strange foreigner with a weird ribbon, she heard her schoolmates whisper as she got into the school.

An angry mark formed on her head as she changed her street shoes to indoor shoes.

Just stay calm.

Don’t start swinging.

“You are a bunch of rude kids.”, told Ares a group of a few girls and boys, who were whispering beside her.

This made the little group jump in fright. They didn’t expect that the ribbon could talk.

What Quirk was that?!

The salmon-haired girl just reached up and petted Ares.

“Ares, I don’t care.”, she told him in Italian. “You don’t have to fight my fights.”

“We fight together did you forget?”

It made her smile. When he wanted Ares could be sweet.

Her head holding high Michi walked past the gossiping people, trying to find her classroom.

She found it thankful before the school clock sounded.

“Alright, class, settle down!”, told her new teacher, her new classmates.

He looked at the paper in his hand and turned to her, who was still standing by the door.

“Massaro Michela?”

“Michi is fine, Sensei.”

“Alright, come here Michi-San.”

So she stepped beside him as he shouted into the class.

“Class meet our new student. This is Massaro Michi. She moved from Italy here. Please welcome her with open arms.”

As her mother had explained to her, she bowed in greetings.

“Please take care of me!”

Again the whispers started. Not only her, but she could also feel Ares getting annoyed about that.

“Michi-San, I’m Watanabe-Sensei, if you have a question just turn to me. Now would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?”

Tell this judgemental little bitches something about her.

Oh, she would like to start swinging, however, she got a better idea.

In her thoughts, she thanked again her older cousin Stefano for introducing her to Anime and Manga.

She had the perfect way to introduce herself.

“I’m Massaro Michi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

The flabbergasted faces of her classmates and the cough-disguised laugh of Watanabe-Sensei were worth it, to not play the demure school girl.

What was she thinking?

She was a rebel through and through.

So she nodded to her Sensei and picked the only free sit in the classroom.

Michi had a feeling it would be a long day.

***

Bored Michi picked at her bento box, while Ares took a nap.

It was finally lunch break and how the girl needed a break!

Here in Japan, they were way beyond the curriculum she had in Italy! It didn’t help at all that she could already speak, write and read Japanese when they were so advanced!

Her mother had insisted on learning Japanese, in the past it had been a pain in the butt, however, Michi was now glad for it.

Maybe she should forget U.A. it was too much work.

“No I shouldn’t think this way.”, she scolded herself. “All I ever wanted was to be a hero. My Quirk is a pain in the butt, but if I don’t use it for good, I would feel so bad.”

Thankful Ares was sleeping or he would hit her for calling him a pain in the butt.

Slowly Michi picked up a piece of salmon with her chopsticks to place it in her mouth when she heard it.

Something hitting someone.

This someone letting out a little quiet hurt sound.

The salmon-haired girl turned around on the bench where she sat.

What she saw made her instantly angry.

There was a small, frail-looking boy with wild green hair that reminded her of broccoli, sitting all alone on a bench, like her and behind him some punks threw paper balls at him.

Oh no, not on her watch.

Like she was fury herself she stood up and raced up to the frail boy before another paper ball hit him on the head. She caught it and threw it right back in one of the bully's faces.

“Hey, you bitchass assholes take someone of your own size!”, she growled.

The bullies were taken aback by Michi's sudden outburst and stood up to confront her.

But before they could say anything, Ares unfurled himself from Michi's hair and glared at them with his menacing red eyes.

"You really shouldn't mess with my girl," he warned, his voice low and threatening.

The bullies hesitated for a moment before backing down and slinking away.

“Thanks Ares.”

Her ribbon shrunk to its normal size.

“Anytime, Michi.”

Then Michi turned to the green-haired boy who was staring at her in shock.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded slowly, still looking a bit dazed. "Th-thank you," he stammered.

"No problem. I can't stand bullies."

“Is...is he your Quirk?”, wonders the boy shy, pointing at Ares. “I...I never saw something like that, it...it’s cool!”

“Thanks, boy!”, preened Ares, puffing himself up. “I’m quite formidable.”

“A formidable pervert.”, deadpanned Michi.

Ares may give her powers beyond imagination, yet the outfit it came in...shudder!

Her ribbon huffed, while broccoli boy titled his head in confusion.

Gosh, he was adorable.

“It’s whatever.”, waved Michi and sat down beside him. He suddenly turned so red, that he was giving competition to tomatoes. “I didn’t introduce myself I’m Massaro Michela but call me Michi, Class 1B. The ribbon on my head is Ares, he is part of my Quirk.”

It took him a while, however, the boy managed to answer her: “I’m...I’m...M-Midoriya Izuku. Class 1A.”

Strange that he didn’t tell his Quirk, but it was none of her business.

Maybe it was an embarrassing one.

She knows this kind of Quirk well.

“Sucks, that we aren’t in the same class. I would love to know already someone nice there, but we can still be friends.”

Midoriya nearly falls over the bench. Did he hear right?!

“You...You want to be my friend?”

Michi shrugged her shoulders.

“You seem way nicer than anyone I meet today. All think me a freak for Ares and because I’m from Italy. In my eyes, you are a good friend materiel.”

Midoriya couldn't believe his luck. He had been dreading lunchtime, knowing he would have to sit alone again, but now he had made a friend.

And not just any friend, but someone who was brave enough to stand up to bullies and had a cool Quirk to boot.

He felt like he had hit the jackpot.

"I'd like that," he said, smiling shyly at Michi. "I don't have many friends either."

They spent the rest of lunch chatting about this and that.

Midoriya, who became fast Izuku, was curious about Italy and the Italian Superheroes she liked.

So told him all about the amazing Seraphina, who had an Angel-Quirk.

She noted that Izuku wanted to get something out of his backpack and Ares and she encouraged him to just get it out.

It turned out Izuku had such a passion for heroes that he wrote about them in notebooks, all he could find out about them.

Michi and Ares were impressed and Izuku nearly cried that someone (A girl nonetheless! And a nice entity) didn’t mocked him for his hero studies.

On the contrary, they helped him add some things too and described Seraphina in their best quality.

Then they talked about the Japanese Heroes and both found out that they liked All Might a lot. Mirko was Michi’s favourite Japanese Hero, but she owned some All Might Merch as well.

Izuku felt in heaven (Michi was turning into a goddess in his eyes) and Michi felt herself relaxing for the first time since arriving in Japan.

Maybe this new school wouldn't be so bad after all.

They continued to chat throughout the rest of lunch and even walked back to class together.

As it was time to part Michi asked for Izuku's phone number, which he repeated stuttering and sweating, such a cutie, and she gave hers.

How Izuku acted getting her phone number felt like she had given him the Holy Grail or something.

Yes, he was indeed a cutie.

With a hair ruffle, she left her new friend.

Never seeing how he happily freaked out that a girl touched him!

This was the start of a beautiful friendship, no question.

25.05.24: I decide to delete the second chapter and start new with this FF.

I hope you all like the new cover art too. :D

#my hero academia #own character #ocs #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #izuku x oc #deku #mha deku #bnha deku #kill la kill #quirks #bnha

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delicioussaltynutz · 2 years ago

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A little introduction thing

name : Kirby (or my username/s: ButteredToast/ delicioussaltynuts)

Age: 22

Sexual orientation: Asexual and Pansexual

Gender: Non Binary

Pronouns: They/Them/Their/They're

I'm autistic

Favorite color/s : forest green ,navy blue,and aquamarine

Nationality: African American

My favorite shows and/or movies and video games:

Shows- Inside Job, Rottmnt, The Cuphead show , Lego Monkie kid, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Spooky Month, The Owl house, She ra, Mha (I'm not done watching all seasons tho, so no spoilers), Gravity Falls, Spongebob (the older seasons), Dead end Paranormal Park, and Metal family

Movies - Wendell & Wild, Spider man into the Spider verse, Rise of the gaurdians, Netflix Pinocchio, guardians of the galaxy, Wendell & Wild, and Encanto

Musicals- The Beetlejuice musical, The Spongebob musical, and Alexander Hamilton

Video games- Team Fortress 2, Overwatch, Little Nightmares, Edith Finch, Bendy and the Ink machine, Bendy and the dark arrival, and Sam and Max (Might edit this in the future , because I plan on getting a Nintendo switch)

Favorite food/s: Chicken (basically any kind), Debbled eggs, and Tuna

Favorite beverages: Pepsi, Mocha Boba tea, cheer wine, and rootbeer

Interest/hobbies :

Interest- collecting figurines and/or stuffed animals, anything relating to mythology cryptology or monsters in general, musicals and plays (and theatre in general) and angst

Hobbies- Reading,writing, internet surfing, drawing, dnd , drawing fanart, and character design

My Kins:

° Luz Noceda from The Owl House

° Orel from Morel Orel

° Blitz from Helluva Boss

° Moxxie from Helluva Boss

° Dib from Invader Zim

° Steven Universe from Steven Universe Future

° Amythst from Steven Universe

°Barney from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Preston from Camp camp

° Gwen from Camp Camp

° Dipper from Gravity falls

° Bosco from Sam and Max

° Tweek from South park

° Donnie from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

° Entrapta from She ra

My comfort Characters:

° Demoman from Tf2

° Spy from Tf2

° Stolas from Helluva Boss

° Fingers from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Courtney from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Gord from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Kevin from Spooky Month

° King from The Owl house

° The collector from The Owl house

° Hooty from The Owl house

° Beetlejuice from The Beetlejuice musical

° Yuga from Mha

° Giovanni potage from Epithet Erased

° Double Trouble from She ra

People that's allowed on my page:

°mutuals/friends

° fans or follows

° People that are respectful

° People that don't bully

° people that love the same things as me and/or love their own things or have their own interest

People that's not allowed on page:

° Bullies

° Homophobes /transphobes

° Trump supporters

° Pro lifers

° People that shit on others over their comfort characters or special interest

° Ableist

° Pro shippers

° Zoophiles (or zoophilia of any kind)

° White washers

Ect.

BE RESPECTFUL ,THIS IS A SAFE PLACE

⚠️⚠️MINORS DNI ( I DON'T MEAN TO COME OFF AS RUDE, I JUST DON'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE)!!!⚠️

#introducing myself #introduction #Me #looking for mutuals

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justatiredwr1t3r · 2 years ago

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Hello Everyone! I am new here and I just want to set down some rules!

1. I am not associated with Partycoffin in any way so I will credit their art if I put any in my posts!

2. Do not flirt with me nor make NSFW jokes about me! For I am taken and I am uncomfortable with NSFW & a minor!

3. I will post stories on here and I will do requests! But if you want a Welcome Home story then I need full permission from Partycoffin! No NSFW stories!

4. Even though I'm not associated with Partycoffin in any way, please do respect their boundaries! If you don't then I will not interact with you at all and will block you!

5. Do not try to steal any of my art that I post on here. If you want to share my art, credit me!

6. Do not harass me or spam me!

7. Please do not purposely misgender me! It's rude and really upsetting!

8. Have fun!

I will update this when I have to!

Information

• My name is Erin!

• I am Bisexual and Transgender

• My pronouns are He/Him

• I have autism, ADHD, anxiety, and bipolar disorder

• My special interests are Welcome Home, Doki Doki literature club, Baldi's Basics, Bendy And The Ink Machine, Spooky Month, FNAF, MHA, Vocaloid, Dogman, SpongeBob, Demon Slayer, Family Guy, South Park, Ouran Highschool Host Club, The Promised Never Land, Creepypasta, The Stanley Parable, And Etc

• If you want to reach out to me then my social media will be below here

TikTok - h0wdysbaldsp0t

Discord - ErinTheW31rd0#1838

Tumblr - You're here

YouTube - ATiredArtist

Quotev - ATiredWr1t3r

• I am a minor so if anyone is 18+, do not flirt with me! You may interact with me

• My birthday is on May 13

• My favorite color is blue

• I really love shiny things

• My favorite animals are Foxes and Crows

• Bands I listen to - Mother Mother, Rammstein, Ghost, Lemon Demon, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, & The Beatles

• My favorite characters are Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear, Frank Frankly, Sally Starlet, Zenitzu, Haruhi, Honey-senpai, The Narrator, Ray, Roy, Ross, Robert, Dexter Erotoph, & Etc

• My kins are, Dexter Erotoph, Inosuke, Kevin, Honey-senpai, Haruhi, Sally Starlet, Wally Darling, Frank Frankly, and much more that I cannot write in one paragraph

Discomforts

•Pointing me out for looking female

•Being made fun of my stims

•Bringing up my trauma

•Trying to pressure me to show my face more

•Suicide jokes and abuse jokes

•Trying to force me into another fandom that you like

•Being pointed out for being chubby

•Extreme Gore

•Animal harm

•My hand writing being made fun of

•My speech problems being made fun of

•My stuttering being pointed out

•Death being talked about

That's all for now! Thank you for reading!

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sleepybutwriting · 4 years ago

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🎃MHA Spooky Special🎃

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Request: “Baby YPH watching Shiggy playing scary games and they get scared,, so Shiggy comforts them 😭 that’ll be so cute” [Anonymous]

Pairing: Platonc!Shigaraki x Baby!Reader

Notes: Hope this is okay with how it turned out. Thanks for participating!

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The sound of rapid footsteps, followed by deep steady ones, trailing down the hallway alerted Shigaraki to your return. He glanced down at the time at the bottom of his computer screen. 10:48. You had been out trick or treating for almost three hours. Shigaraki swiveled around in his chair at the creaking sound of his door being opened, eyes falling onto you standing excitedly in front of a worn-out looking Dabi.

“Well, that lasted longer than I thought it would,” Shigaraki stated casually, eyeing the man in front of him as you made your way over.

“No one in this godforsaken neighborhood was giving out candy. Tried to take them to a convenient store to buy some, and the kid damn well near had a fit, talking about, ‘that’s no fun’.” Dabi mocked in an annoyed tone, “so we had to walk to the next one over. And when we got there, the runt was dead set on hitting every house in the entire fucking neighborhood. I had at least fifty kids come up to me complimenting me on my ‘costume’ and ‘makeup’. All this for some lousy fucking candy I coulda bought on a corner store.”

Shigaraki looked down as you jumped up and down, happily waving your plastic, candy-filled, jack o’ lantern in front of him.

“Watch the runt while I shower the stench of those fucking kids off of me, will ya,” Dabi stated, not even waiting for a response as he shut the door behind him.

Shigaraki stared blankly at the now-closed door, still processing the fact that you were just left here with him before you lightly began shaking your candy to grab his attention.

“What?” He questioned irritatedly

“Want some?”

“No.”

With that, he quickly turned his attention back to his computer and began continuing on with his game. It was a new Horror game that had just come out for Halloween, and he hadn’t had as much time to play it as he would have liked, and getting stuck babysitting you definitely wasn’t helping.

‘Burnt asshole’, he muttered under his breath as you glanced up, confused.

“Big brother, Shiggy?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Can I watch you play?” You continued on, ignoring his statement at your nickname. “I promise I’ll be quiet… and you can have as much of my candy as you want!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “I already told you I don’t want any.” However, now that he thought about it, maybe this was a good middle ground. Especially since it meant he would get to continue playing, and you agreeing to keep quiet was definitely an added bonus.

“...fine. Just don’t talk.” He agreed, unpausing his game and continuing where he left off. He wasn’t even playing for ten seconds before a tugging on his pants had him pausing the game and looking down at you with a frustrated growl.

You stood not saying a word, arms extended out to him, silently asking for him to lift you.

“Why?”

“I can’t see from down here.”

With a loud groan and some quiet mumbles to himself that you didn’t catch, he lifted you into his arms and sat you in his lap facing forward without any further protest. Once you were settled, he unpaused his game and continued again. He was on a roll, viciously killing zombie after zombie, leaving nothing but a gory trail behind him as he trekked on. He was so deeply invested in finding the hideout, that he didn’t even realize how scared you were, small eyes glued to the screen as you couldn’t help but jump with every gunshot that sounded.

You couldn’t take it anymore, deciding it better to hide behind your own hands, which shot up in an attempt to shield your eyes from witnessing anymore. You felt terrified. As if the monsters from the screen were going to come out and grab you. The fear leaving you feeling helpless, as tears began streaming down your face.

The sound of your sniffling grabbed the attention of the Shigaraki, who peaked down at you, only to be left more confused seeing the state you were in.

“What the hell is wrong with you now, brat?”

“I-I’m s-scared.” You hiccuped between sobs.

“What do you mean you’re scared? It’s just a game.” Shigaraki tried to reason, but you were having none of it. Continuing to sob into his chest. He awkwardly patted your head in an attempt to comfort you and get you to stop crying. His gloved fingers gliding gently down your head and back. He was completely stiff, but you seemed to loosen up a bit, finding his efforts to be effective in calming you down.

He lifted the both of you up, and powered off his computer. “Guess I won’t get to finish that tonight. Whatever, it’s later than you should be up anyway. Just go to bed.”

“B-but I don’t wanna sleep.”

“You don’t wanna sleep. You don’t wanna play games. Is there anything you do want to do?”

It was intended to be a rhetorical question, but you still answered with a small shrug of your shoulders, eye’s lowering to the ground in guilt. You felt bad that he couldn’t play his game because of you. You felt like you were being a burden, and wanted to try to fix it.

“You can play if you want to. I’m not afraid anymore, so it’s okay,” you tried lying. Shigaraki didn’t buy it. He knew you were still afraid, and the last thing he wanted was you whimpering in his arms while he was trying to win. It would be completely distracting, there’s no way he would be able to focus.

“It was a boring game anyway,” He lied back, “I’ll just put on a movie instead. You just better not start crying this time.”

He placed you in front of the broken down tv as he went to start fiddling with the buttons. While flicking through the channels, he found one that caught your attention. It looked god awful to him, but you looked excited regardless of the downright creepy looking characters it had in it.

“Please, big brother, Shiggy? Please, can we watch Scary Godmother?”

If it shut you up, and finally got you to stop crying, then he would sit through the dumb-looking kids movie. He turned up the volume a tad, and took a seat on the floor next to you, where you began scooting closer. Tiny legs bouncing excitedly off the floor as the movie began playing.

Somewhere about an hour in, the both of you started dozing off. Shigaraki would have fallen asleep completely would it not have been for the creaking of his door waking him up, and an amused Dabi standing over him.

“Really? ‘Scary Godmother: Halloween Spooktacular’” Dabi quoted off the screen, trying his best to hold back his laughs in an attempt to not wake you.

“The knob was broken! Would you just shut the fuck up and take the brat? Or do you want to take another two-hour shower?” Shigaraki questioned sarcastically in a hushed tone. He knew with all the candy you had eaten earlier, it would probably be a complete pain in the ass to have to put you back to sleep again.

Dabi looked down at you sleeping peacefully against the seething man. With you by his side, Shigaraki didn’t look nearly as intimidating as he normally does. He actually looked pretty innocent. Dabi didn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity to take advantage of the man in his vulnerable state.

“Nah, the two of you look pretty comfortable. Plus it’d be nice to have my bed back for the night.”

“Quit fucking around!” Shigaraki shouted, only to be shushed by Dabi who motioned down to you. You stirred slightly at the loud noise, but Shigaraki began frantically rubbing your back, soothing you back to sleep so you didn’t wake up completely.

“Well, that was a close one. It’d be a real shame if you woke ‘em. If I were you, I’d be more careful next time,” Dabi chuckled on his way out the door. Completely ignoring the whispered shouts of the man on the floor.

Tomorrow he would have to pay the price, but tonight?... He was going to go get the rest of the league to come take a look at their ‘big bad boss’.

#sleepybutwriting #spookyspecial #MHAspookyspecial #mha spooky special #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #yph #sbw yph #bnha #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero fanfic

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leviiackrman · 3 years ago

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happy halloween from everybody’s favourite burnt boi

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intheticklecloset · 3 years ago

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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #121-130

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Some are from my 2021 Halloween Specials.

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121) Lee Kaminari, Ler Jirou

“It’s okay, Denki,” Jirou murmured after her boyfriend came stumbling backwards into her. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s all right. I’m here.”

“I-I’m supposed to be protecting you,” he whined. “Not the other way around.”

“Well, of the two of us, I’m not the one screaming their head off every time something moves.” Jirou giggled and slid her hands to the small of his back, pinching his ribs to get him to jolt away from her. “Just keep moving.”

“B-But…but it’s going to be scary!” he complained, though he was giggling slightly as well.

She chuckled. “Well, yeah, silly. It’s a haunted house.” She pinched him again. “Go on, keep walking. There are people behind us, you know.”

“Kyoka, s-stohohop,” Kaminari whimpered through another giggle, arching away from her into the next room which was even darker than the one they’d been in. “Please, I don’t want to – AIEEE!!” His scream of terror when a zombie jumped out at him suddenly turned into a ticklish scream of laughter when she used her headphone jacks to wiggle in his underarms while she kept tickling his ribs from behind, forcing him forward with a huge smile on his face. “Hehehehey! N-Nohohohow you’re just defeheheheheating the purpose of a hahahahaunted house!”

She rolled her eyes. “Either you’re scared out of your mind or you’re giggling the whole way through. Pick one, Denki. I’m happy to oblige either way.”

Kaminari hugged himself as they moved into a cold part of the house, tensing up when one of the cobwebs shifted. “F-Fine…just get me out of here, Kyoka.”

Jirou kissed his cheek, then softly tickled him through the rest of the jumpscares and spooky props until they were finally out in the open air again, at which point he turned around and hugged her tightly.

“You’re the best,” he murmured into her hair.

Jirou couldn’t help but scribble against his sides again, smiling when he squeaked and snickered once more. “I know.”

122) Lee Kaminari, Ler Sero

“Did you forget about my quirk, dude?” Sero asked teasingly, kneeling down in front of Kaminari’s face while the blonde hung from his feet in the doorway. “I warned you not to bother me until I was done studying.”

“Ugh, but I’m so bored!” Kaminari whined, trying to swat at him from his awkward upside-down positioning. “Let’s play video games or something!”

Sero shook his head with a smile, getting back to his feet and grabbing Kami’s arms, binding them behind his back and then to his torso, immobilizing him completely. Then he slipped around him into his bedroom and began rifling through his drawers.

“You can’t leave me like this!” the blonde protested, trying to get some momentum to swing around and face his traitorous friend. “Sero!”

Suddenly the tape hero was back, holding Kaminari steady. Then the electric hero was exploding with giggles, his already overly ticklish body made even more sensitive by his helpless position and the softness of whatever was trailing along the undersides of his knees.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Sehehehehero, not thehehehehehehere! Hehehey!” He squealed, snickers becoming laughter when Sero ignored him and began kneading into the same spot. “GAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

“I’m sure you are,” Sero chuckled. “And I’m sorry, but you’ll never learn if I don’t punish you somehow. Now hold still. I’m taking notes.”

“On mehehehehehehe?!”

“No, silly, on what I just read in my history book.”

“No, buhuhuhuhut – but you’re drahahahahahahawing on me!”

“Oh! Then yes, I’m taking notes on you.” Sero chuckled. “Seems like it tickles.”

“Screhehehehehew you! Of cohohohohourse it tickles – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SERO!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO!! OKAY I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Grinning, Sero continued to scribble with his pen and knead his thumbs into Kaminari’s incredibly ticklish knee pits, admiring the way his face turned red and he wiggled like a helpless worm in his trap, pleas falling from his mouth around shrieks of genuine laughter he couldn’t hold back if he tried.

“Don’t worry, Denki,” Sero teased, very much enjoying himself. “I should be done taking notes in half an hour or so~”

123) Lee Amajiki, Ler Mirio

“Is someone feeling a little playful~?”

“Nehehehehehehe! Mihihihihihirio, stahahahahahahap!” Tamaki pleaded, giggling hysterically, squirming on the ground as his friend kneaded gently into his sides and belly. He tried pushing the blonde away, but his hands went right through his shoulders, only succeeding in bringing him closer to the fingers drawing his laughter from him.

“Aww, I think you do want to play!”

“Nahahahahahahahaha!” Tamaki shot his arms to his sides when Mirio scratched his underarms, trapping him there as he kicked and squealed helplessly, blushing bright pink. “Mihihihihihirio!”

“Stop me if you can, Suneater,” Mirio giggled along with him, beaming at his friend’s desperate attempts to grab at his wrists, only for his hands to go right through thanks to his quirk. “You’ll have to do better than that!”

“Plehehehehehehease! This isn’t fahahahahahahair!” Tamaki whined, squirming and bucking and giggling himself silly. He rolled onto his side to try and get away, but that only afforded Mirio access to his back as well, and he scribbled along both tummy and spine mercilessly while the shy boy cackled helplessly into the grass, giving up the fight and submitting to the fun sensations.

“There you go~ Looks like you’re finally letting yourself enjoy it, Tamaki~” Mirio teased encouragingly, continuing to squeeze and poke different ticklish spots along his friend’s body.

Amajiki succumbed to his laughter and lay at his friend’s mercy on the ground, letting all of his stress and tension and anxiety leak out through his unstoppable giggles, twitching only when the blonde got close to a particularly ticklish spot.

Finally, after a few minutes of this, Mirio gradually let up and brushed his friend’s hair aside, smiling at his loopy, beaming face. “You good, Tamaki?”

“Y-Yeah,” the quiet boy replied, daring a peek up at his tickler and friend. “Thanks, Mirio.”

124) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“I’m not scared of spiders,” Todoroki insisted, ignoring the dubious look his boyfriend gave him as he carefully moved around the spider web and kept walking. “I just don’t want to hit them by accident.”

Bakugou remained silent, rolling his eyes as the two of them kept walking through the forest on their way back to the dorms. They enjoyed spending time alone together in nature, but the sun was going down, so they’d have to get back to their rooms by curfew.

After a couple of minutes, Bakugou reached his hand out and scribbled lightly along Todoroki’s neck, making him scream and flail around, smacking himself in an effort to be rid of the invisible perpetrator.

“Shoto, stop it!” Bakugou yelled, grabbing his arms to keep him from hurting himself. “There’s nothing there, you idiot. It was me messing with you.”

Todoroki’s eyes were wide. He looked terrified, but also irritated. “S-Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’m…I’m sorry, okay? I just thought it would be funny.”

“Back off.” Todoroki shoved him away. “It’s not funny.”

“You are scared of spiders.”

“Shut up!”

Bakugou sighed. “I’m not making fun of you, Sho.”

“You will.” Todoroki grumbled, pushing past him. “Just give it time.”

Suddenly the icy-hot hero found himself shoved up against the nearest tree trunk, wiggling fingers in his sides and ribs making it impossible to remain angry. Giggles flowed out of him like a babbling brook and he squirmed, trying to shove Bakugou away.

“Kahahahahatsuki, nohohohohoho!”

“I think yes.” Bakugou grinned, pinning him in place and wiggling up into his underarms. “Tickle, tickle! Oh, what’s that? You’re not mad at me anymore?”

“FIHIHIHIHIHIHINE, I’M NOT MAHAHAHAHAD!! JUST STOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

The blonde obliged, holding his boyfriend’s hands hostage as he leaned in and kissed him, gently at first but then becoming more heated and passionate. Todoroki tried twisting his head away to breathe, but that only allowed for Bakugou to begin kissing and nibbling his neck instead, forcing him into helpless giggles all over again.

“Stohohohohohohop,” Todoroki whined. “Plehehehehehease, Katsuki!”

Bakugou grinned against his neck. “Nah. I like making you all desperate and giggly like this.”

125) Lee Bakugou, Lers Mina and Kirishima

“Nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere, blasty~” Mina cooed playfully, fingers skittering underneath Bakugou’s shirt to get at his ribs easier. “Tickle, tickle~”

“Back ohohohohoff! Stupid ehehehextra, d-don’t—!”

“Wow, that’s rude,” Kirishima exclaimed, sitting on his arms to pin them above his head. “And here we’re just trying to help you feel better.”

“I dohohohon’t need your f-freheheheheakin sympathy! Back ohohohohohoff!” Bakugou clenched his teeth against the giggles spilling from him uncontrollably, shaking his head, trying to fight. “Gehehehehet off of mehehehehehe!”

“But you’ve been in such a sad mood today. It isn’t like you. We’ve been worried.” Mina pinched his upper ribs teasingly, leaning down so she was right in his face. “We just want to make you happy again, Bakugou~”

He twisted his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut to block her out. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“I think he needs a little more convincing,” Kiri said, smirking, beginning to scratch at his friend’s sensitive underarms. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll have you laughing in no time!”

“I dohohohohohohon’t wahahahahahant you to hehehehelp me – GAHK!! NONONO WAIT!!” The blonde suddenly sounded frantic, eyes wide, blushing hard as even more giggles that bordered on something more spilled out of him in waves. “N-Nohohohohohot bohohohoth at once, p-plehehehease…!”

“Ohh, can’t take it, huh?” Kiri chuckled, glancing up at Mina. “I think he’s a little extra ticklish today, don’t you, Mina?”

“Whahahahahat?!”

Mina beamed. “I think so, too! It must be because he does want us to help him feel happy again. Aww, do you want tickles, blasty?”

“SHUT UP NO I DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Bakugou resisted for as long as he could, but eventually the tickling fingers along his ribs and in his armpits were too much for him to handle and he burst into helpless cackles, shaking his head desperately. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Don’t stop?” his ticklers teased in unison.

“SCREW YOHOHOHOHOHOU THAHAHAHAT’S NOT WHAT I MEHEHEHEHEANT!!”

Kirishima and Mina smiled at each other. They smiled at Bakugou, catching him off guard for a moment. Then they went all out – tickling, teasing, cooing, playing – and their angry blonde friend couldn’t help but laugh until he was out of breath, begging for mercy, his entire mood turned around from the gloomy one he’d had all day until now.

“Are you feeling happy now?” Mina asked gently, slowing her tickling to a lighter touch.

“Y-Yehehehehehes, fine, I’m hahahahahahappy, okay?! Just stohohohohohohop! Please!”

They smiled, let him go, and collapsed onto him in a group hug that the blonde protested for only a moment before deciding he didn’t have the energy. Instead he wrapped an arm around each of them in return, muttering curses but grinning all the same. “I hate you guys.”

Mina and Kirishima hugged him tighter. “We love you, too, Bakugou.”

126) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou (+scarf)

Kirishima’s scarf was driving him crazy, and he knew Bakugou could tell.

Well, it wasn’t so much that Bakugou could tell about the scarf specifically as much as it was being able to tell that something was off about his friend. He was constantly reaching up to pull it away from his face, but being buried in his coat hood as it was it would ride back up again, and the cycle just continued and continued until the blonde couldn’t take it anymore.

“The heck is wrong with you, spiky hair? You act like you’re suffocating or something,” he growled as they walked away from one spookily decorated house and began the trek down the road to the next one, the cold autumn air biting at them as they gradually filled up their candy bags more and more.

‘“It’s not, it’s just – ugh!” Kiri wrenched it away from him again, this time rubbing vigorously at his cheeks. “It tickles so bad!”

“Wait.” Bakugou stopped walking, making the redhead stop as well and turn to face him. “It tickles? You can’t be serious.”

“It does! It’s driving me nuts! I gotta get rid of this thing, man.” Kiri pulled it away again. “I want my other one back. I’m glad I didn’t already donate it somewhere.”

“Hold up – you can’t be serious.” The blonde shook his head disbelievingly, walking up to his friend with his hand outstretched. “You mean it’s just really itchy, right? There’s no way it actually tickles—”

“No!” Kiri squealed when Bakugou’s nail brushed his cheek, scrunching up his shoulders with a smile. “I mean it tickles!”

“No way.” Bakugou grinned wickedly, grabbing Kiri’s arm to hold him still while scribbling against his cheek. “I don’t buy it. You’re faking.”

“I’m nohohohot!” Kirishima’s face was flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn’t help the soft giggles spilling from him. “Please stop – it tihihihickles, Bakugou! Hehehehey!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the blonde laughed, gripping him tighter. “Your cheeks are ticklish? Seriously?! Oh, I can’t wait to tell the others about this!”

“No, wahahahait! Don’t tell them! It’s embarrahahahassing! Bakugou, stop! Please! Bahahahahakugou!”

Needless to say, Kirishima didn’t live that discovery down for a long, long time.

127) Lee Mina, Ler Kirishima

“Gotta catch me first!” Mina laughed, darting away after having doused Kirishima in a super soaker’s worth of ice water.

Kiri shivered but was determined not to let the cold stop him as he sprinted after her, revenge on his mind. He flashed a toothy grin and shouted, “Get back here, you traitor! I have a bone to pick with you!”

��Never!” Mina cried, keeping a steady pace ahead of him.

It was already chilly outside as it was, and Kirishima had stepped outside for a moment to help an animal he’d noticed caught up on something and struggling to get free. He hadn’t put his jacket on because he knew it would only take a second, but he was regretting that decision now that he’d been drenched in cold water. He wasn’t mad at Mina – he was always up for a fun prank – but he knew he’d have to take a hot shower and bundle up with some cocoa after this to avoid catching a cold.

Finally, he managed to catch up with her enough to grab the back of her coat and make her stumble, and he tackled her into the dry grass, shoving the super soaker out away as he plunged his fingers under her open jacket and tickled her ribs.

Mina squealed, bursting into giggles and squirming as he attacked, trying and failing to push him away. “Nohohohohohoho! Your hahahahahahands are cohohohohohohold!”

“I wonder whose fault that is?” Kiri teased, straddling her, continuing to tickle gently and playfully, making her giggle and squeak more than shriek with hysterics. He was happy to have fun with her rather than truly punish her for something he’d found amusing himself. “This is what you get, Mina! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Ehehehehehehehehe! Kiriehehehehehehehe!”

“Yeeees?”

“Plehehehehehehease, stohohohohohop!”

“Why should I? You deserve it~”

Mina pushed weakly at his arms. “You’re cohohohohohohold!”

“Again – that’s your fault.” Kiri laughed with her, easily able to keep tickling through her meager defenses and weak attempts to fight back. “But don’t worry. We can have hot cocoa together after I’m through teaching you a lesson.”

128) Lee Bakugou, Ler Iida

“You’re doing it again,” Bakugou grumbled.

Iida blinked at him. “Huh? Doing what?”

“Being annoying.”

“I’m simply explaining the grading scale Mr. Aizawa will most likely use for this test—”

“Booooooring.” Bakugou stretched out on the couch and reached for the TV remote. “Go bother Deku or somebody else with that crap.”

“You and Todoroki are the only two who haven’t been able to train with the rest of us because you don’t have your licenses—”

“Shut up, four eyes!” Bakugou snapped. “You don’t have to remind me all the time! I know already!”

Iida frowned as the blonde turned the volume up on the TV, promptly ignoring any further assistance he may have tried to offer. Though he was frustrated and discouraged, the class rep wasn’t about to let this delinquent have his way without teaching him a thing or two first.

He grabbed the blonde’s ankle, yanked him closer, and scribbled across his bare sole. “As I was saying, I suspect he’ll be keeping an eye on how well you react to civilians in the area, so I suggest you try to be more cognizant of innocent bystanders—”

“HEY!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! YOU IDIOT, LEHEHEHEHET ME GO—!!”

“—since you seem to have trouble caring what happens to the people you’re supposed to be rescuing. I’ll be going over this with Todoroki as well, so don’t think I’m singling you out—”

“YOU GOHOHOHOHOHONNA TIHIHIHICKLE HIM, TOHOHOHOHOO?!”

Finally, Iida smiled. “Only if he tries to ignore me like you did.”

“FINE ALREHEHEHEHEADY!! I’M LIHIHIHISTENING JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

Iida slowed to a stop but didn’t let go of his ankle. “Repeat what I just told you, then.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened. “W-What? No way! You were tickling me; how was I supposed to f-fohohohohocus?! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! IIDAHAHAHAHAHA—!!”

129) Lee Sero, Ler Kaminari

“You’re really persistent today, aren’t you?” Denki laughed as he used his pocket knife to cut through Sero’s tape on his right wrist, pointing a finger at him, sending a tiny shock of electricity up his friend’s leg to knock him off-balance. “It’s almost like you’re begging for me to win.”

“I am not,” Sero shot back through clenched teeth as he stumbled to the ground, frustrated that he’d once again failed to get the drop on the blonde. He’d been practicing sneak attacks all day, but somehow it was like Denki knew he was trying to catch him by surprise. He’d been aware of him every time, and now he was on his knees in front of his friend – again.

Denki knelt in front of him with a smile. “Cheer up, man. You’ll catch me one of these times.”

“Yeah, right. How did you know I was behind you again? I was so far back I almost lost you three times!”

The blonde shrugged. “I’m just on top of my game today, I guess.”

Sero scoffed. “Whatever. I give up.”

“What? No, you can’t give up yet. You haven’t caught me.” Kaminari grinned, scribbling his fingers lightly against Sero’s stomach. “Just think – if you manage to succeed you can tickle me while I’m totally helpless to stop you!”

Sero giggled, batted his hand away, and reached for his kneecap. “I can do that anyway—”

“Not today, Satan!” Denki yelled suddenly, pushing Sero onto his back and pulling his arms above his head as he scrambled to sit on them, pinning him in place while reaching down to scribble in his underarms. “You can’t tickle me if you haven’t earned it!”

“Nohohohohohoho! Kamiehehehehehehehehe!” Sero squealed with giggles, arching his back but going nowhere fast. He kicked his legs uselessly, shaking his head. “Stohohohohohohohop!”

“Gotta earn it, bro,” Kami giggled with him, having fun being playful and in charge for a change. “Tickle, tickle, Sero~”

“Ehehehehehehehehehe! I’ll gehehehehehehet you for thihihihihihihis!”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” Denki smirked. “But you’ll have to catch me by surprise first!”

130) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“You’re in no position to be calling me names right now.”

Bakugou struggled against Kirishima’s hardening quirk, but short of blasting him to kingdom come, he wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it. He scowled to try and hide the pink in his cheeks. “Get off of me, spiky hair.”

“You can’t hide that blush from me,” Kiri teased. “Actually, I think it’s cute when you try to hide it. You know you’re just a blushy boy, huh?”

“Shut up!” Bakugou tried bucking his hips, but the redhead was immovable. “D-Don’t just sit there gawking; do something if you’re not gonna move!”

“Hmm~ Like what, Kats?”

Bakugou’s blush deepened. “You know what.”

“Which one are you hoping for? Kisses or tickles?” Kirishima gasped dramatically. “Or perhaps…both!”

“I hate you so much.” Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut. “Just do it already, you jerk.”

“But which one~?”

“Freakin – both of them, you id—!”

Kirishima crushed his lips against the blonde’s, silencing him, enjoying the moment before pulling back and scribbling his fingers against his boyfriend’s exposed side, pulling bubbly giggles from him before he could raise his defenses again. “No name calling, Kats~”

“I hahahahahahate you,” Bakugou whined, twisting his face to the side, still trying to hide. “Quit mahahahahahaking me tell you whahahahahat I want, you jeheheherk…”

“But if you don’t tell me, how am I going to know what’s okay with you?” Kiri murmured, kissing his ear, making him giggle harder. “Consent is important, babe.”

“W-Well…now you knohohohohow.” The blonde closed his eyes again. “Please just dohohoho it, Ei.”

Kiri smiled sweetly at him. “All right. Since you asked so nicely.” He leaned down to kiss him again, grabbing onto his ribs with both hands and drilling hard, making Bakugou screech into his mouth, hands grasping at his shoulders, gripping his shirt to ground himself as he laughed into their kiss. The redhead beamed. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, Katsuki~”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #coffee shots #sentence starters #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha

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Spookinktober 2021 Day 26

Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 26 Pairing: Changbin x f.reader Spooks: Graveyards, monster hunting, zombies (referred to as shamblers), and ghouls. Descriptions of supernatural laws. Near-death experiences. A singular graphic description of stabbing a zombie in the head. Kinks: Public sex. Some mild exhibitionism. Rough/punishment sex. Oral (m. rec), creampie. Words: 4k

He warned you. He really did, no matter how curious you were. It was enough that when he was home, he would tell you of his horrific and terrifying adventures in great detail. Catering to your adoration of the spooky and creepy, and his fondness of you had led you both here all those years ago. Changbin had been your childhood friend. You’d been terrified of monsters and the stories about them as a young girl, and he had always been there beside you, swearing to fend them off and protect you. As if he knew all along, years later, he would come to have the abilities required to be a licensed, practicing Monster Hunter as his occupation. Although it shouldn’t surprise you, given his determination and grit for the things he has his eyes set on. Eyes set on you, ever since the night he came home after his first kill and you declared that you were no longer afraid of the monsters that lurked in the night. You remember staying up all night with him, explaining your ridiculous logic that if he told you all about the things that go bump in the night, you might understand them instead of being afraid. Ridiculously, how it had actually worked. He’d grown handsome and burly in his transition from boy to man. Perhaps you’d harbored a crush on him since you were seniors in high school, but never had time to dwell on it with your own respective studies. You didn’t see him often after graduation; he was the only one in your school, and one of three from your state that went to the Monster Hunter Academy after high school. You remember missing him desperately. Changbin is actually soft-hearted with those he cares for, and he still swears to this day that it was your late night phone calls full of tears about missing his stupid face that got him through the worst of his MHA days. When he came home finally, it had only been natural that he pulled you into the tightest hug and kissed you until neither of you could breathe. Years later, after those awkward confessions of feelings and first dates and unorthodox gifts of the macabre and supernatural, here you were. Settled into playing house while your boyfriend bravely traversed the darkness to exterminate every monster that crossed his path. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days, but he would always come home with his lips curled into an affectionate grin and a story to tell you. Sometimes, if he came home from a job midday, you would leave work to find him standing across the street from the school where you taught. Changbin would be the perfect picture of the classic biker boyfriend, leaning against the seat of his motorcycle, leather jacket hanging open over a fitted black tee, and one hand gently gripping a bouquet of flowers just because they made him think of you. It surprised you, this softer side of him, and made you fall deeper in love with his romantic heart. There were other times, when he was home but still investigating something, where he would be less talkative. Instead, worrying at his bottom lip with furrowed brows as he thought about the case he was on. He would make his tonics and sharpen his bolts and knives or polish his shotgun after he finished making more special bullets. He’d carve new runes into the wood of your home or lay down new traps when he was worried, set on taking whatever precautions were necessary to make sure you were safe when he wasn’t there. Once or twice, you’d asked to come along, on cases you thought seemed harmless and easy for him to manage. Changbin would always refuse, desperate to make you stay away from places he thought or knew were haunts for vampires or werewolves or ghouls. For the last four years, the look in his eyes, pleading you was enough to placate that curiosity. Tonight, he was checking out a local haunt, a graveyard only a thirty minute walk from your home on the edge of town. Mostly to appease the rumors spread around about a group of shamblers that had unusually stuck around rather than passing through. He’d been gone for twenty minutes when you spied his favorite knife on the kitchen table. The need to return

it to him had you lacing up your boots in minutes. Then, a logical thought crossed you. If you ran, you could probably catch him- you doubted he was sprinting to the scene. If he were miraculously already there, well, then what harm could there be in following his trail of corpses until you found him? Surely if you followed the path he laid behind him, you would be safe. It took you only twenty minutes of jogging to see the decrepit wrought iron fencing that lined the graveyard. A massive willow tree stands just inside the entrance, wispy limbs casting ghostly shadows across the pavement at your feet. You live here, and know there is only one entrance to the graveyard, although you’ve never explored it yourself. There’s a new feeling in your gut, like an uncomfortable nagging. It’s heeding his warning, but you’re already here. The confirmation of your lover also being here comes when you sight the first shambler corpse- lifeless and effectively double-tapped between the eyes where it lays prone on the grass. Your heart climbs higher into your throat the further onto the grounds you go, pounding a little harder inside the safety of your rib cage with every step. The second corpse lays next to the third, not ten feet past the first. The logical part of you finds some solace in this going exactly as you’d planned so far. You move along as quietly and quickly as you can manage- being careful to step over graves and around broken headstones- recalling all of the things Changbin had taught you about the supernatural. Broken headstones bring bad luck and curses to those who touch them. You think you’re somewhere in the center of the graveyard after you count the twelfth corpse, laying slumped beside the delicate gothic fencing around the singular mausoleum. It looks undisturbed, and you don’t hear any signs of Changbin from where you’re standing- leaning over the gate to listen closely. Rather, your attention is called to the left, the faint lilting dialect to your boyfriend’s voice spitting a gruff complaint into the night. Through more willow trees, without pause you turn to find it. You hear another sound, and find another corpse. A slight movement to your right has you stifling a shriek of terror as a shambler, missing the lower half of its body, drags itself slowly toward you- intent on your flesh. Fast thinking has you pulling Changbin’s knife from it’s leather scabbard and stabbing the thing in the head with all the strength you can muster into both hands. The act in itself pulses adrenaline through you, and you stagger backwards until your rump hits the cold damp grass beneath you. You want to throw up. It’s one thing for Changbin to tell you of all the gorish things he does, but another to feel the breaking of a skull and the fevered rotten brain beneath it squelch with the metal of a knife. To hear the sickening crush and to smell the rotten flesh of a shambler so close to you. You want to find Changbin. He was right, he fucking warned you. You stand on shaky legs, sure to have a look around you before dusting yourself off and walking toward the place you heard his voice. Two more corpses and then, a ghoul corpse? The distinctive difference between shamblers and ghouls is that ghouls stick to one place, namely graveyards. They go in and out of their graves as they’re disturbed or left alone. Shamblers move on, endlessly wandering in droves. The notion that this graveyard is so close to home and has even one ghoul sends ice into your veins, and you trip over something to the sound of soft earth rupturing registering in your mind. Looking back, a sickly yellowed hand has caught your boot. It’s attached to an arm, and an unburied shoulder, neck, and head. The vacant blankness of a ghoul's eyes stare directly at you, full of empty hunger. This time, the scream rips itself from your throat in a painful and dry cry. The sound only seems to further agitate the ghoul, working a little faster to unbury itself from the timeless slumber. Why now? Why are ghouls waking now? Three graves back from the one

you’re caught at, the earth wobbles and moves. You’ve got to think fast. Kicking out, you shake your boot free of the grip from the first ghoul, and attempt to stand. You catch yourself, cursing at your own weak knees. “Fucking get up!” you grunt quietly, scowling at your own legs and heaving for breath. You still have Changbin’s knife, and gripping the leather-bound hilt brings a sense of comfort. You can do this. You did it once already with a shambler. Well, half a shambler. You can do it with ghouls if you can reach them before they fully unbury themselves. You surprise yourself, mustering up your bravery with a battle cry. You squeeze the familiar weight of Changbin’s knife in your hands and cram it into the skull of the ghoul immediately in front of you- careful to dodge the arm it swings towards your thighs. It crumples forward with a frothing groan after wrenching the knife from its skull as you make for the second. You’re pulled to the ground with a curse as a third, directly behind the first, shoots one hand from the ground just in time to tangle its fingers in the laces of your boot. It trips you forward, your tied-up hair flung over the back of your head. Within reach of the half-unburied ghoul you were going for. It takes the silky tresses between its bony fingers and pulls, hard. Harder than you thought a ghoul was capable of, and you scream again. Maybe you can’t do this. What the fuck were you thinking? Following Changbin into a graveyard? He’s a fucking Monster Hunter. You’re a goddamned school teacher! You consider the knife in your hand and commit to getting a haircut right then and there- intent on severing what’s in the ghoul’s deathly grip. A small price to pay if you can get away with your life. Just as you grip the knife in one hand and your wrist in the other, it happens. There’s a sound of hair being cut, and your cheek falling back to the dirt again, followed by a thundering gunshot directly above you and the pained howl of a dying ghoul. But you didn’t…? You whip your head up to see Changbin standing over you protectively, his crossbow in one hand and his shotgun in the other. He doesn’t say anything yet. Instead, he focuses on untangling your boot laces from the unmoving fingers of the undead at your feet. Looking toward your hair, you see the limp bones of the other, your detached ponytail still clutched in its grasp. “I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say. You know it’s not good enough, but Changbin still doesn’t respond. With practiced ease, he places his weapons back where they belong before reaching forward and ripping the crossbow bolt from the protrusion of the ghoul’s head with more force than necessary. Then, he gets on his knees and helps you sit up, gently moving both of his hands around your body and inspecting you for damage. He checks your legs for any cuts or grazes, desperate to find you free of a lethal scratch. He checks your face, grasping you as gently as his shaking hands can as he wipes the dirt and grass from your cheek and hair. “I just wanted to return your knife. You left without it.” you start, realizing hot tears spill down your cheeks when your vision begins to blur with them. You squeeze your eyes shut, wiping at them with the back of your shaking hand before they open again to find your boyfriend’s eyes staring back at you with a look you’ve never seen before. Anger. Terror. Relief. He wants to scream at you about how much danger you put yourself in, and about how scared he was when he knew exactly who’s scream that was just thirty seconds ago. Relief at seeing you unharmed. “Changbin, I-” you try again, anxious at his lack of reply. But you’re cut off, lips sealed against his own as he claims you in a way only he knows how. His arms wrap around you possessively as he lifts you from the ground and peels his knife from your tight grip. Standing with you flush against him, he keeps his lips on yours until you stop crying, and even then until he has to pull away for breath. His free hand cradles your head to his neck as he surveys the graveyard

for any further signs of movement. His pulse thumps loudly in your ear. The only other sounds are that of your mixed breaths, and he leads you away from the corpses of the ghouls. To a patch of grass without any headstones or graves, nestled ten feet from the mausoleum. “Sit,” he demands lowly, sharply as he idly flips his knife around in his hand. He wipes it with the bloodied cloth from his back pocket while you lower yourself to the ground with a questioning stare. “I’m not done yet,” he quips. A look of terror crosses your face when you think he means to leave you here while he finishes his job, but he smirks. He leans forward, lowering himself to you and unbuckling your belt in one quick motion. He whips it from you and doesn’t bother handing it back as he slides the clasp of the scabbard from it. His knife is replaced safely and he undoes his own belt. You think he’s done so to secure the weapon on himself, but his hand, clad in a fingerless glove, finds your chin. He brings you forward, kissing you again. “I mean I’m not done with you, yet,” he says, dead serious. You gawp at him, “Changbin we’re in the middle of a graveyard. What if another shambler or ghoul pops up?!” you whisper-scream at him, unbelieving that he’s making sexual jokes right now. He leans back on his knees and undoes the clasp of his leather harness, removing it to safely set his weapons on the ground, followed by his favorite black leather jacket. He looks into the darkness around you, and his sharp eyes and jaw shouldn’t look this handsome in this situation. His warm musculature shouldn’t look this enticing here, nor should the way his black hair is swept up on one side. His plush lips and gruff tone shouldn’t be making you squeeze your thighs together in this place, and yet the slow oozing of arousal pools in your core at the prospect of committing to his dirty thoughts. But he is here and protecting you and keeping you safe, even when, by all accounts, you could have died. He was there to save you. And that sets your cheeks ablaze more than anything. Changbin smirks, and you’re done for, “They won’t. There were only eighteen shamblers. The ghouls were unexpected but they’ll stop now as long as you quit stepping all over their graves like an asshole.” He kisses you again, rubbing his hands down your sides, “I can’t wait.” His quiet whine and sudden need to take you seems out of place, “Hey, Changbin.” He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, “Mm?” You push off of him weakly, slowly succumbing to the warmth of his body so close to yours. “Why are you so turned on right now? Do you have some kind of graveyard fetish you’ve failed to mention before?” He grins against the skin of your neck, nipping the flesh there, “You want my honest answer?” You deadpan, “It is graveyard fetish, I knew it.” He lays down, pulling you beside him, “Shut up. No, it’s…” he looks away briefly, trying to hide his excitement, “Two things. First, I need to feel you around me right now to know you’re okay and unharmed. I just do.” He kneads the dough of your ass through your jeans, squeezing what he can. The action has you pulling your knee up to his hip, intent on slotting against him. “And two,” he bites, sliding his hand up to take the fullness of your breast in his palm through your sweater, “I saw you get a kill and it was really hot.” He bites his lip and turns into his softer self for a moment to catch the end of your shortened strands of hair, “This looks good on you, too. Bravery looks good on you.” His whisper makes your heart soar and a deep crimson creep to your cheeks at his praise, “I want to forget about it, honestly.” Your boyfriend smirks again, and he raises a brow at the feel of your thigh flexing against his hip, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget everything except my name in a minute.” He moves just then, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him by the back of your thigh. A surprised gasp dissipates into the night when you feel how hard he already is, even between your clothes. He hisses when you give a teasing

roll of your center against him. Leaning down, you kiss him again, spreading your fingers wide across the expanse of his chest, then up to his face and into his hair. Changbin groans in reply to your gentle tugging on his roots, his hands never idle, set on running over every part of you and slipping beneath your sweater and pulling the cup of your bra down to feel your soft skin against his palm. “S-stop moving,” he chokes out, releasing your breast and your lips to still your hips over his clothed erection. He sees the immediate panic cross your features before he soothes it back with a dark chuckle, “Nothing is there. I’m just gonna come in my pants if you keep that up.” It’s your turn to smirk, happily getting off of him just to impatiently roll your palm up and over his crotch on your way to the button on his pants. His hands are twitching where they rest in midair, awaiting the return of your warmth to his lap, but his eyes are already well on their way to devouring you. A quiet sigh of relief escapes him when you release the thickness of his cock from the confines of his clothes, springing free and leaking onto his abdomen. His sigh turns into a pleasured moan the moment you take him between your lips. He doesn’t expect it, and his back bows while his head thuds to the ground softly, “F-fuck.” “Do you really want me to come that fast?” he rasps, already panting into the crisp night. The chill doesn’t bother either of you, too aroused to be caught by the late autumn air. You pop off of him with a wet sound that feels loud in the silence of the graveyard around you, but pay it no mind. “I just can’t help myself. You’re just... you’re handsome and heroic. You’re just you,” you babble, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Regardless, your words of praise stir something needy in him, and he wants to hear more. “What else?” he asks, quirking a brow at your stilled fist around the base of his cock. A glare is shot at him, and you stuff him back into your cheek impatiently. Changbin tenses and doesn’t care enough to hide the whimper of pleasure that passes through his lips. “You’re brave and strong, and smart,” you mumble, but he can hear it in the silence of the night. “And you keep me safe and warm.” He moans, his hips bucking gently into the warm wetness of your mouth. You let him for a moment, before popping off and standing to remove your own clothing. “And most of all, you love me.” The man beneath you doesn’t miss a second, yanking you to the ground and his skin feels scorching where it touches you. Even the feel of his lips against your own feel like Dragonfire, fingers like flames dragging a path through your dripping folds, and he positively groans. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, voice thick and broken. He moves you, not to ride him, but to plant yourself on all fours. Moving behind you, Changbin leans over you and whips his black tee over his head, and you stifle a delighted whimper at the sight of him like this when you strain your neck to look back. You love his manliness. Thick and sturdy bands of muscle cover him, and just enough healthy dough covers it- to leave him in a state of muscled softness you’re always ogling. He shoves his trousers down mid-thigh, looking like sin incarnate, and you’re desperate to have him fill you. “I want every pile of bones here to be rolling in their graves to the sound of your moans,” he snarls, giving your ass a firm squeeze- shaking the flesh of your cheek. The vulgarity of his words earns a weak moan in response. Changbin is usually so respectful of the dead, but he is too keyed up to care right now. One long mewl into the darkness like a bitch in heat is the first loud sound to grace the night as he stretches you slowly, fully, until he is seated firmly and completely with his hips against your ass. You only need a moment to adjust before you’re pushing back into him, and his pace is immediately hard and deep. You love it this way, and the thrill of being outside in an entirely public space is surely a factor in your shared arousal.

It’s not the first time you’ve had sex outside. Not the first time your blood has pumped a little harder at the idea of getting caught. Above you, Changbin is panting, his grip on your hips is bruising. “This is your punishment,” he says through his teeth, snapping his hips forward at a brutal pace while a hand comes down to press your shoulder into his jacket on the ground. You whine loudly, bringing your own fingers to your clit, swirling them around the bud quickly to catch a ride on the clouds he’s clearly trying to send you to. It takes little effort to have you buckling under him completely, fueled by the lewd slapping of skin on skin and your breathy moans desecrating the sacredness of these grounds. You shatter with a cry of Changbin’s name, blissful tears brimming the corners of your eyes. Changbin grunts, shoving himself past the crushing grip of your walls four more times before he stills in you with a choked moan. The feeling of his thickness stiffening and warmth spreads deeply into you. Utter content fills your veins with cotton candy fluff as you relax your tired limbs down against Changbin’s jacket beneath you, uncaring about the cold earth that meets your sweat-slicked skin. Changbin huffs, falling to his back beside you, warm arms immediately finding your waist to hold you closer. “Thank you,” you whisper into his neck, kissing the damp skin over his pulse. The meaning of your thanks isn’t lost on him, and he smiles. “Is now a good time to tell you about that graveyard fetish of mine?” he asks, and you laugh, slapping a palm to his chest. He laughs with you, petting your hair and adjusting to the sudden shortness of it, just brushing your shoulders. He waits a moment, searching your eyes for something, “I love you.” You return his sentiment, hiding your face in his neck. “I’ve decided you can keep my knife,” he says then, quietly, without meeting your stare. “It may come in handy if you ever need to protect yourself, and it would be nice to feel like I’m still protecting you if you use something that’s mine.” And that is how the story of the Monster Hunter couple began.

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