*Brahms’ Favourite Nanny Calling His Name* Brahms: Swiggity Swooty Comin’for The Booty

touchstarved! hc’s - bnha

cw: 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, afab!reader, smut

dabi

hawks

‎shigaraki tomura: pt 1, pt 2

katsuki bakugou

shouto todoroki

eijirou kirishima

denki kaminari

aizawa shouta: pt 1, pt 2

sero hanta

izuku midoriya

hitoshi shinsou

monoma neito

tenya iida

tamaki amajiki

mezo shoji

mr. compress

toshinori yagi

a/n: currently accepting requests for your fave mha boy ♡ﾟ

18+

thinking about sitting in the library, working diligently on a paper with your sleepy boyfriend glued to your back. tucked between his legs, his head resting on your back, his arms around your waist… at first. you’d almost think he was asleep, if it weren’t for the way one hand has slowly crept its way under your hoodie and down into your sweats, two fingers trailing a very distracting pattern across your rapidly dampening panties. circling your clit, tracing up and down your slit, and you know he can feel you getting wet.

you miss a key and hit the backspace button harder than you necessarily needed to, thighs twitching like they might close around his hand. hiori tuts quietly, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder, hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck causing a shiver down your spine.

“everythin’ okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. his hand pauses, and that’s almost worse than before.

“mhm, perfect,” comes your short reply, taking a deep breath before you resume typing. right as you feel yourself getting back into your rhythm, hiori’s fingers tug your panties to the side and resume their lazy circles on your clit. teeth digging into your lip to stop the sound clawing its way up your throat, you only trip up a bit as you type. the low chuckle in your ear feels like a threat, a kiss pressed to the nape of your neck before his cheek rests against your back again. those traitorous fingers slide down, slipping through the slick leaking from you before sliding inside easily.

“yer dripping, baby,” he murmurs quietly, fingers curling to find what he’s after, his other arm tightening around your waist as your hips jerk when he finds it. you abandon all attempts at writing your report, eyes scanning the quiet of the library this late to make sure no one is watching. hiori’s fingers keep pace, sliding in and out and curling to hit your sweet spot on every pass, thumb picking up the slack tracing tight circles against your clit. “think ya can keep quiet, or should we take this somewhere else?”  

yes, daddy | t. fushiguro, s. kong

summary: your daddy’s tired of you distracting him during the game & uses your uncle shiu to teach you a lesson

pairing(s): step-dad!toji x reader x step-uncle!shiu

warnings: dark content (18+) + stepcest + double penetration + creampie + throatpie + degrading + no real prep + squirting

wc: 3.6k (unedited)

others: happy post-super bowl & happy valentine’s day!! this was originally supposed to be on sunday but a lot came up. not particularly proud of this, but i’m happy to finish it! anyways, go birds!! fly eagles fly!!! 🦅🦅🦅

toji’s done his absolute best to be patient with you. you’ve been acting differently lately, more rambunctious and seductive. he can’t trust himself to be alone with you because of how you look at him when you are alone. he knows what you want, and he’s willing to give it to you. more than, actually. before today, toji has given you plenty of warnings and plenty of chances. he’s told you that he can’t do this, that you need to be outright or you won’t get what you want.

he should’ve known you’d only get worse when he invited shiu over for the super bowl. your eyes had always lingered on shiu when he came to visit. he recognized those lip bites and the gentle flutter of your lashes when your uncle spoke to you. you used the same tactics on him. you always wore the smallest amount of clothes around the house. your ass would barely be covered by your shorts or your shirt would be tight enough for him to see the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric.

toji believes this is his fault. your mother’s gone to get more food and you immediately disappeared upstairs, giggling as you went. you’d returned in your panties and an eagles shirt, leaning over the couch to speak to him. “daddy have you seen my philly sweatpants?” your voice is soft and low, eyes shifting over his face as toji glances over the couch. his eye twitches when he spots your thong—the smallest thing he’s ever fucking seen. there’s no way your cunt is fully covered. “haven’t seen them, baby.” he murmurs, though his attention hasn’t slipped from the thin material covering your pussy.

“you don’t need ‘em sweetheart.” shiu chimes in, eyes glued to your ass. he smiles at you as he pats the space between them on the couch. “come watch the game, baby. your daddy’s been waiting for this.” he emphasizing the silly title you use for your stepfather, raising his eyebrows at you. your face flushes, clearly not expecting this response, but you round the couch to sit anyway. the leather’s cold against your bare ass and goosebumps begin to rise on your skin.

more often than not, toji has impeccable self control. he restrains himself every time you come prancing around and damn near nothing with shy smiles and wide eyes. but right now? the game’s going to half, the eagles are losing by a field goal and irritation is beginning to claw at his chest. he clenches his jaw as his eyes stay glued to the tv purely to prevent himself from acting on instinct. “what’s wrong, daddy?” you purr sweetly from beside him. your hand rests on his thigh, chest pressing against his arm.

shiu huffs a quiet laugh from beside the two of you. “the game’s not going well, sweetheart. but, didn’t i tell you,” he pauses to grab you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks so harshly that it forces your lips to pucker. “didn’t i tell you days ago not to distract us during the game? and here you go in your tiny fucking panties showing your ass off to the world.” you pout your lips at him in return the best to your ability, whining softly when his grip tightened on your face.

"'s not the whole world. jus' you and shiu." you mumble with false shyness, fluttering your eyelashes at toji. he rolls his eyes, "if you wanna be the main show so fucking bad, show me what you want." toji's words are low and angry, almost like he's been waiting for this--and he has. you freeze briefly, eyes searching his face to see if he's serious. his green eyes peer back at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your first move.

your hands almost immediately slide to his pants, eagerness rushing through your body. you didn't care if you'd come across as desperate or like some sort of slut, you just wanted toji in you and you wanted it now. toji tuts at you, his hand coming over your own to keep you from pulling his sweatpants down. "no, i want your pussy baby. don't forget your uncle's over there." he juts his chin towards shiu whose eyes are glued to your nipples poking through the fabric of your eagles tee.

shiu watches you evenly. his eyes are low and his gaze predatory, but you don’t find yourself wanting to escape. you want him to fuck your throat raw. you want this. you turn from your step-dad to his best friend, gingerly placing one of your hands on his thigh before leaning in to kiss him. shiu tastes like smoke and not the good kind. you've dated a weedhead or two, you've liked how they tasted, but the taste of tobacco is new and not entirely unwelcomed. your nose scrunches a little making shiu laugh against your mouth. his tongue is quick to press against your lips to be allowed past your lips.

you allow him in with ease while your hands fumble with his belt. you can't see toji, but you know he's enjoying this. he's possessive, but that's why he wants your pussy. shiu can fuck your throat for all he cares, but your cunt is all his. "c'mon, you're gonna kiss him to death. open wide and do what you're here for, baby girl." toji's deep and irritation-riddled voice sounds from behind you. you slowly pull away from shiu. his eyes slowly follow your movements. "show me what you had in store for your daddy, hm? let me see how nasty you are, pretty girl."

you can't deny that shiu's words send a shockwave through you. your pussy clenches and your mouth waters despite yourself. "yes sir." shiu chuckles, pressing one more smoke-scented kiss to your lips. his big hand tangles into your hair the second your lips disconnect, his eyes are low on your face but desire burns bright in them. your fingers make quick work of his zipper, desperate hands pulling at his pants and then his boxers.

shiu’s long. you don’t know what you expected, but his dick is long and curved. your heart stutters at the sight of it, mouth watering and pussy clenching. toji huffs from behind you as his palm flattens your back, forcing you to arch your ass in front of him. “go on, suck his dick. i know you want to, pretty baby.” you glance back at him for confirmation, pretty eyes narrowed in both suspicion and submission. toji may be letting you suck his best friend off, but at the end of the day you’ll be his. that was why he was getting your cunt and shiu was only allowed your mouth. this is all in good fun.

your lips wrap around shiu’s cock eagerly. your tongue slides over his tip, digging into the slit briefly before you swipe your wet muscle down and along his shaft. shiu grunts but doesn’t make any absurd noises, his fingers tightening in your hair. the pain that comes with the tug of your hair makes you moan. it’s loud and nasty, and it makes shiu’s hips jerk up and into your mouth. your tongue flattens as you move further down on his cock. toji busies himself with pulling your thong to the side though he doesn’t do anything else.

with your lips still wrapped around shiu, you wiggle your ass back towards toji. the cold air’s hitting your wet cunt and you’re starting to wish he would just touch you. you’d beg him to if your mouth weren’t full. “fuck her throat, shiu.” you look up at him through your lashes, watching your uncle look to toji with an eyebrow raised. “you sure she can take that? she’s barely taking half o’ me.” he juts his chin at toji as he asks the question and his hand grips your hair briefly before he scratches at your scalp affectionately.

“that doesn’t matter, shiu. she’ll take what you give her. ain’t that right, honey?” toji smacks your ass for emphasis, forcing a whine from your filled throat. your eyes flutter shut to relish in both the pain stemming from your ass and the brief touch of toji’s hand on your body. they open again to meet shiu’s heated gaze. you nod the best you can with his dick in your mouth, placing a pretty hand at the base to pull him out with a soft pop!. “i can take it, uncle shiu.” you purr softly, pressing his cock against your face. “i’ll be good, i promise.” you bite down on your lip as you watch him through your lashes.

shiu’s never been the greatest man, but right now he wonders what he did to get blessed with this sight. his cock twitches against your face forcing pre-cum to smear across your cheek before dribbling down to your jaw. “then don’t cry to me when it’s too much, okay?” shiu’s lips split into a shit eating grin. the hand he’s kept in your hair grips at your strands impossibly tight. he guides your now-open mouth to his dick as he practically slams his dick inside of you waiting throat. you gurgle—loudly—but neither your uncle or daddy care. if anything, toji laughs while shiu groans.

shiu watches as your eyes roll back into your head the moment he starts to roll his hips up and into your throat. his grip on your hair tightens, and toji watches with a smirk. “so fuckin’ slutty.” he murmurs. toji slaps both of your ass cheeks one more time before he spreads them experimentally. your asshole clenches out of both instinct and anticipation whilst your cunt practically drools at him. toji licks his lips, trailing a finger through your sobbing pussy. “she’s so fucking wet, shiu. i’d let you see but this is all mine,” he pauses to stick his fingers in his mouth. “fuck. she’s so sweet.”

the couch shifts under you and shiu as toji moves so one knee is on the couch. he spreads your ass once more to get a good look at your holes. he spits into your ass, watching affectionately as it’s pushed back out at him. toji finds himself mesmerized at the way your pussy glistens under the lights of the living room. you’re so fucking desperate that it’s making his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life. toji slides his tongue through your folds in a slow teasing motion. he starts at your clit, licking upwards until he finds your asshole. his tongue lingers there, sliding into your tight hole that invites his tongue in greedily. toji feels more like your ass is eating him than the other way around.

your daddy’s tongue slides out of your ass with a wet pop! but it isn’t long before his mouth is attached to your cunt. his fingers keep you spread open for him whilst his tongue assaults your pretty pussy. you groan around shiu’s cock at the sudden pleasure, gripping his thighs to keep yourself grounded in some way. shiu ignores your sounds to chase the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. your mouth’s so fucking good and he truly cannot help himself. shiu watches your face carefully as he tries different rhythms opposed to ruthlessly fucking your throat. he rolls his hips a certain way, watching the tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“fuck, toji, she’s a crier.” shiu’s voice leaves his lips airy from disbelief. there are tears sliding down your cheeks the further into your throat shiu fucks, and now that toji’s eating your cunt there’s snot beginning to dribble from your poor nose. “of course she is.” he hisses as he pulls his mouth away to shove a thick finger into your pussy. “she’s a desperate fucking slut, she’s gonna cry when she finally gets what she wants. it’s in her nature. isn’t it, slut?” toji curls his finger inside you for emphasis, and you howl around shiu’s cock. he groans, finally slipping his cock from your mouth. “how the fuck did you-shit! should’ve married this fucking mouth.”

your eyes widen at both shiu’s words and toji’s finger inside your pussy. your nails dig into shiu’s thighs to ground yourself from the pleasure thrumming through your body. you can barley see from the tears clouding your vision, you can only feel. feel toji sliding another fat finger into your pussy. feel shiu slapping his cock against your lips. feel yourself drench toji’s fingers. you’re practically blind in this interaction, but fuck is it worth it. your body feels so so good, this was better than what you were asking for with just toji. “she’s barely loosening up.” toji grunts. “just keep her throat busy, i’m not patient enough for this.”

your lips part to ask what he meant, but your question dies in your throat as toji’s tip slides into your cunt. you had an idea that toji was big but fuck does it hurt. your stomach burns at the sensation of his fat tip breaching your walls and your pussy clenches hungrily around him. “fuck, i can’t even get in her.” he hisses, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your pussy swallowing his fat tip. “shiu, keep going. she needs to get wetter or i’m gonna rip this pretty pussy apart.” toji tuts, pressing a hand on the middle of your back to make you arch. “but, i think she wants that.”

as toji forces himself further in you, shiu stops toying with you and forces your jaw back open. he smears some of his cum across your lips. “you’re so pretty like this. i don’t know why he waited so fucking long.” you whimper softly at the compliments shiu shower you with, watery eyes darting from his face to his dick. shiu hums, sliding his dick back into your throat slowly. “should’ve been a good uncle and taken care of you and this throat, hm?” his words are strained, but you can still feel the meaning behind them. he’s been wanting to fuck you. this is just the beginning.

you can’t figure if it’s from impatience or feeling ignored, but toji shoves himself fully inside you in one harsh thrust. you lurch forward, choking on shiu’s dick as you scream the best as you can with your throat filled. shiu hisses from the vibration, pulling your head fully down on his cock to shush you. “shit, baby. you’ve been hiding this from me?” toji practically hisses his words at you. his fat cock’s splitting you open so fucking good.

your cunt squeezes hungrily around him to try and pull him in to keep him there. you can feel how wet you are, and even with that toji can barely pull back out of you. toji’s hand comes down on your ass. “not fuckin’ letting me go, huh? you this greedy? you got your uncles cock in your mouth and your daddy’s dick in this pussy but it’s not enough, is it?” his words are meant to hurt your feelings, but you clench. it’s nasty and absurd, but you like being used like this. you want them so badly it hurts. toji doesn’t give you a true chance to reply because he’s pounding your pussy as soon as he realizes you’ve heard him.

toji’s hips snap aggressively against yours, heavy balls slapping against your pussy from how hard he’s fucking into you. your fingers dig impossibly deeper into shiu’s thighs, eyes watering from how full your cunt and mouth are. shiu’s grip on your hair tightens—he ignores the choked sounds leaving your throat and the way his pre-cum’s sliding back down his cock along with your spit. you look so messy like this. there’s spit trailing down your face and neck, tears sliding down your cheeks and snot sliding from your nose. you look pathetic and it’s only turning him on more. your daddy’s grip on your hips is bruising. your hips hurt from the gee minutes he’s been fucking you, but somehow you don’t mind.

your cunt clenches at the thought of the bruises showing, that your mom will ask you what happened and you’ll have to come up with some stupid excuse. your step-daddy likes fucking you better, and you’ll be the only one to know. “she’s so sloppy, baby.” toji murmurs to no one in particular. he releases his grip on one side of your hips to rub harshly at your clit. you cry out, back bowing and eyes rolling further into your head. “i’m gonna cum.” shiu groans, shifting his grip from your hair to the back of your throat. he forces your head to stay in place, opting for jutting his hips into your throat like a dog in heat. your eyes flutter open just to see his face as he cums down your throat. you’d never describe shiu as pretty, but the way his face flushes, his lips part, and his eyes roll make you realize you want this to never end.

shiu’s cum is hot and salty as it fills your throat. you’re choking before you can think about it, sealing your lips around his dick the best you can. your tongue swirls around his tip to collect more cum the longer his orgasm lasts. you fight through the tears and the burning sensation filling your lungs and nose to take all of his cum, swallowing dutifully around him when his aimless thrusts into your pussy finally end. “fuck. toji you’re never keeping me from this fucking mouth.” he mumbled tiredly, pulling his softening cock from your mouth. “let me see, pretty girl.” you stick your tongue out for him, letting him see that you’ve swallowed it all.

“see, shiu? she’s a natural slut. born to be fucking bred.” toji chuckles, wrapping his big hand around t your throat to pull you against him. “c’mon, give me this cunt. need you to cum on daddy’s dick, can you do that, princess?” your throat hurts and so does your cunt. toji’s failed prep forced your pussy to stretch more than it had in years. you can only nod under his grip, eyes stuck on shiu as he watches through his lashes. toji pistons in and out of your cunt at a pace you hadn’t thought to be humanly possible. it feels like he’s in your stomach, his cock’s fat and long and it makes your stomach shift.

your poor pussy’s never handled anything so big before, toji almost feels bad. almost. scarred lips press against your neck hungrily. toji bites and sucks on your neck while his free hand wanders. he pinches your nipples to force a muted scream from you, back bowing from both pleasure and a need to escape. “can’t take it-oh! can’t take it anymore, ‘m gonna cum daddy.” you cry softly, voice nearly gone from the throat fucking you’d taken before. “don’t fucking tell me, just do it.” he pinches your clit for emphasis, laughing in your ear when your knees try to buckle. your cunt clenches and the knot in your stomach grows tighter with every thrust.

toji shifts his hips just slightly and it’s as if an explosion was set off in your body. your vision blurs as an unknown sense of euphoria flushes through your body. you don’t know if you cried out, if you screamed, or if you just fell limp against toji. your orgasms never been this strong in your life. you feel like you’ve been undone and put back together all in one moment. your eyes flutter open in time to see your pussy spray on the couch leaving various wet stains. shiu leans over to attach his lips to your clit, and you scream. “no! no more please!”

your stepfather and uncle ignore your cries, toji’s thrusts get harsher as he chases his orgasm. you can feel his fat cock shift in your stomach, you can feel him twitch as his orgasm nears with every thrust. another orgasm threatens your pussy with shiu’s lips still stuck on your pussy. your hands push at his head to no avail because he continues sucking. toji grunts, tightening his grip on your throat as his orgasm finally hits him. “fuck, i’m gonna get you pregnant baby.” he laughs breathily in your ear. “make sure this pussy can’t go anywhere, can’t take anyone else.” his eyes shift to shiu, who’s pulled away to kiss you again after swallowing down your second orgasm.

“i’m-‘m so full, daddy.” you whimper against your uncle’s lips though your words are aimed towards toji. shiu laughs, slapping your cheek affectionately. “if we had more time you’d be fuller than that, princess. be glad he’s the only one that came in that pussy today.” toji pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. you find yourself missing the warmth and fullness of his cock inside you. the same longing you felt for shiu’s cock in your throat. “maybe one day we’ll both get you pregnant. see who’s baby it is.” he presses one more kiss to your lips, a kiss of finality. he actually meant what he was saying. “can’t,” you trail off, “can’t do that! what if-” toji’s aggravated voice cuts you off. he shoves his fingers into your pussy to keep his cum from leaking out. “doesn’t matter if someone finds out, this is my pussy now sweetheart. your uncle shiu’s too, if i feel nice. ain’t that right?” you glance between the both of them, pursing your lips before nodding in defeat. “yes, daddy.”

Kabuto: You're really pushing my buttons

Y/N: which one is mute

Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles

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Memories Will Last Forever (Sitka x reader)

Masterlist

Warnings: Major character death

A smile quickly made it’s way to Y/n’s face as her eyes landed on her husband. Kallik’s excited babbles suggested that he had also seen the man walking toward their home. He squirmed in his mother’s arms, reaching out for his dad. Y/n placed him down, letting the young boy walk on shaky legs to his father.

Sitka let out a small chuckle as Kallik reached him. “Hello, little bug,” he smiled, picking the boy up and pressing a kiss to his head. Sitka made his way over to Y/n. “And my darling wife,” he kissed Y/n’s cheek, “You’re looking absolutely beautiful today.”

“Thank you. You’re looking good yourself.” Y/n smiled at her little family. Every time she saw them together, she remembered the first time Sitka held his son.

Kallik was born during last year’s first summer storm. Thunder and lightning were rare in the north, but that night had been filled with loud booms and flashes of light. Sitka was terrified, not of the overstimulating storm but of the screams of his love that filled the silent pauses.

Their relationship seemed to be rushed. Y/n and Sitka had grown up together, and he knew from the moment he came of age that she would be his wife. She was his rock when his parents died, and she helped him take care of his little brothers. They got married when they were twenty, but even then, some of their friends had been shocked it took so long. It wasn’t even half a year after the wedding that Y/n got pregnant.

They were absolutely terrified. It seemed too soon for a baby, but everyone reminded them that they had already been taking care of children for a couple years. Denahi and Kenai weren’t young, but they had still needed caring for when their parents had died. After some convincing and reminiscing of the times they had to help Denahi or Kenai out of a sticky situation, Y/n and Sitka felt ready.

Still, no amount of planning could have prepared Sitka for the fear he felt when Y/n’s contractions started.

Her screams were loud, and his hand was sore. When she started crying, he tried to calm her, but it was nearly impossible with his own erratic fears. He kissed away her tears and tried to reassure her it would be over soon.

In the end, they both felt it was worth it. The feeling of seeing their spouse with their son was more happiness than either had ever felt.

Y/n was grateful that she got to feel a piece of that happiness every time Stika held their son. She pulled herself out of her memories.

Kallik was babbling as if he was talking to Sitka, and Sitka was playing along. He could say a few words, like ‘food’ and ‘up,’ and he even knew the names of the people he saw every day, even if he couldn’t always pronounce them correctly. He stopped talking suddenly and rested his head on Sitka’s shoulder.

“You tired?” Sitka asked the boy.

“He shouldn’t be,” Y/n responded. “He just woke up from his nap.”

Y/n’s eye caught on something behind her husband. It was his bag of supplies from their fishing trip. She went and picked it up, bringing it inside. Sitka followed her.

“How was the river?” Y/n started unpacking the bag. “Lots of fish?”

Sitka nodded. “Yeah, there were a couple times we lost some because Kenai was fooling around, but we still got plenty.”

“Is he nervous?”

“He seems pretty confident. Nothing like we were.” They both let out a soft chuckle remembering their coming of age ceremonies.

Sitka’s birthday was just a month before Y/n. He had been terrified, pacing the entire morning before the ceremony. His parents had tried everything. They reassured him, told him the stories of their own rituals, and even tried giving him tasks to do, but nothing seemed to work. Y/n was the only one who could get him to calm down, even if it was only a bit.

She had stopped him, holding him still with her hands on his shoulders. He was stronger than her and could have easily moved, but he let her block him. Looking him in the eyes, Y/n promised him that no matter what his totem was, she would still be his friend. She told him that it didn’t change who he was; it just showed him the best path to take.

He didn’t tell anyone until years later, but that was the moment Sitka knew he would marry Y/n.

A month later, before Y/n got her totem, he had repeated her words to her, and for good luck, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Y/n barely remembered the rest of the day after the kiss, but she didn’t really care. She was pretty sure she loved her best friend, and that was more important than anything else.

Together, they figured out their totems. They weren’t sure how to live like an eagle of guidance or a reindeer of perseverance. But they figured it out, and they figured out their relationship, too.

As Y/n finished unpacking the bag, Sitka’s voice rang out, “Is Tanana back yet?”

“Not yet—”

As soon as Y/n had said the words, someone called out: “She’s back!”

They could hear people running past outside. Y/n smiled. “Nevermind.”

Sitka walked over to his wife, giving her a kiss. She took Kallik from his arms as he went to check on Kenai and make sure both his brothers were heading to the ceremony. “See you there.”

Y/n placed Kallik on her shoulders before joining the rest of the tribe.

Y/n sat beside Alasie, making sure to leave room for her husband and his brothers. Alasie had several children, and Y/n often spent time with her, letting their children play together. Kallik enjoyed spending time with them, and the older children seemed to enjoy playing with him.

Kallik crawled from Y/n’s lap, standing as soon as he could. He seemed particularly interested in the music and dancing. He bounced himself up and down in his own little dance. Y/n and Alasie giggled as they watched him. Some of the older kids joined in, trying to mimic the adult dancers.

Eventually, Sitka, Denahi, and Kenai joined them.

Kallik was excited to see his uncles and quickly paused his dancing to go see them. The boys smiled at their nephew, tickling and playing with him.

Y/n remembered when she and Sitka had told them she was pregnant.

She had been worried they wouldn’t take it well.

Denahi had come of age and already got his totem. He had started spending less time at home with the family, preferring to go out with friends. He still spent a lot of time with his brothers and new sister, but he didn’t seem like he would be overly worried about a loss of attention that the baby would bring.

Kenai was a different story. He was a wild 14-year-old, adventurous and a bit reckless. Since his parents died, he had taken to exploring and going on adventures with Y/n or Sitka. Those adventures would have to be paused for a little while, at least Y/n’s would. Sitka would have to stop when the due date got closer to get ready for the baby.

Y/n was worried Kenai would be upset that he was losing his adventure pals; she knew how upset he had been when his dad—who used to take him on the trips—was gone. She didn’t want to be the cause of his distress.

In the end, it was all for naught. Denahi was happy for Sitka and Y/n, but Kenai had shocked both the adults with his reaction. He nearly exploded with excitement. As soon as the words left their mouths, Kenai started talking about the adventures he would take the baby on and all the cool things he could do with a baby. Y/n and Sitka had to explain that some of those things wouldn’t be happening with their baby, but they were still overjoyed with the reaction.

Suddenly, Lusa, Alasie’s daughter, started running away. Alasie kept her eyes on the little girl, watching that she didn’t stray too far.

Tanana entered the circle. She lit the fire, officially starting the ceremony.

She was interrupted by a quiet voice calling for her. Lusa held her arms up, hoping to be picked up by the shaman.

Tanana lifted her up before beginning her speech. She carried Lusa in her arms as she talked. “When each of us comes of age, the great spirits reveal to us a totem that helps guide us through our lives. Some of us use courage to guide us.” She gestured to Kanut, who had received a totem of courage. “Others patience.” She handed Lusa back to Alasie with a smile. “And some of us, beauty.” She sat down and picked up a bowl of paints. “Kenai,” she called.

Kenai was up and over to Tanana as soon as he heard his name. Y/n, Sitka and Denahi laughed lightly at his eagerness. They could see him bouncing with excitement as he talked with Tanana.

“Kenai,” Tanana continued, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I have been to the mountain where the lights touch the earth, and the great spirits have revealed to me your totem. To become a man, your actions must be guided by one thing.” She reached behind her and began unfolding the bundle. “Your totem is,” she paused, revealing a bear, “love.”

“What?” Kenai asked.

“Yes, love.” Tanana put the totem around his neck.

He picked it up from his chest. “The bear of love?”

Denahi started silently laughing. They all knew how excited Kenai had been; he was sure he would get a sabre tooth tiger for bravery or something equally as cool. Y/n elbowed the middle brother, silently telling him to knock it off.

When Kenai turned around, his face looked so desperate, Y/n couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her lips. Her hand quickly clamped over her mouth as Kenai whispered, “Who wants to trade?”

Tanana grabbed his face, turning him back to her. “There is no trading!” She hit his head. “Oh, Kenai, love is the most precious of totems. It reveals itself in unexpected ways. Let love guide your actions, then one day, you’ll be a man and will place your mark next to those of our ancestors.”

They stood, walking over to the cave wall. Kenai glanced from his hand to the wall. His parents had placed their marks on the wall, as had Sitka and Y/n. He wanted to prove that he could be a man—that he could be accomplished.

Tanana lifted his hand into the air, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone began standing. Y/n, Sitka, and Denahi were going to go see Kenai, but he had already left.

Denahi ran off, promising to find Kenai. Sitka and Y/n made their way back slowly, letting Kallik walk at his own pace. Every now and then, Kallik would spot a rock that caught his eye. He would stop to pick it up and present it to one of his parents as a gift.

“You know,” Y/n started as Kallik gave Sitka a rock, “I’ve started feeling some of the signs.” Sitka glanced up, not understanding what was his wife was talking about. Y/n smiled at him as he rose back to his full height. “How would you feel if we had another child?”

Sitka smiled brightly. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t know for sure, but all the signs I had with Kallik are starting again. I think I might be.”

Sitka grabbed Y/n in his arms, hugging her as tight as he could. “I am so happy.” He nestled his head into her neck. “Another baby.” He pulled back, still smiling. “The boys will be so happy and—”

Kallik came running up to them with another rock, this one for Y/n. She bent down and picked him up.

“And this little bug,” Sitka continued, tickling his son, “I bet he’s going to love being a big brother.” He kissed them both.

The sound of his brothers arguing caused both to turn their heads. Sitka smiled as he headed towards the sound. “Make sure they don’t kill each other.”

“I’ll try.”

As soon as he was out of sight, Y/n smiled down at her son. “Want to come help with the fish?”

Kallik didn’t know what most of those words were, but he liked fish. “Fish!” he cheered as they walked.

When they go there, a few others who were helping with the fish, including Denahi, had already arrived. They were all looking around at the remains of the fish. The basket had come down, and the paw prints in the dirt suggested a bear had done it. Denahi picked up the rope. They all noticed it was unbroken.

Sitka and Kenai arrived at that moment, talking about thieving bears.

“You didn’t tie it up, did you?” Denahi asked, stepping closer to Kenai. Kenai stuttered, not knowing what to say. “You should have gotten the totem of pinheads.”

“Knock it off,” Sitka interrupted. “We’ll just make another basket.”

“—We? Oh no,” Denahi stormed forward, “it took me two weeks to make that basket. Get loverboy to do it. He’s the one that’s messing things up all the time. Typical Kenai.”

Kenai disappeared briefly and returned with his spear. “All right. I’ll go get your basket.”

“Kenai, wait!” Sitka called, but Kenai was already gone. “Kenai!” He glared at Denahi.

“What?”

Y/n stepped up to him. “You know exactly what. How many times have you made a mistake that Sitka or I had to fix?” Denahi looked down. “Now, your brother has gone out to hunt down a basket taken by a bear. I think you best go with him.”

Sitka smiled when Denahi left to grab his spear. He placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead and ruffled his son’s hair as he rested against his mother’s chest. “I’ll see you later. Apparently, I’m on basket rescue duty.”

Y/n smiled. “Keep them safe.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

–

The sun had just gone down when Y/n heard the commotion outside their home. She glanced back to see Kallik playing with his toys before she stepped out. Several of the tribe’s men were rushing towards the river. The women were watching from their homes. When they caught Y/n’s eye, they gave her a sorrowful look.

She spotted Denahi walking towards her with his head hung low. “Denahi,” she called, pushing forward. “What’s going on?” He glanced up, his eyes filled with tears. “Where’s Kenai? Is everything okay?”

Denahi held up the fabric in his hand. It was Sitka’s hood.

Y/n gasped, bringing a hand to her chest. “No,” she whispered with a shaky voice.

He handed her the cloth. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, but she collapsed to her knees.

Tears streamed down her face. She clutched Sitka’s hood to her chest as she sobbed. The rest of the world was tuned out as her mind replayed her time with Sitka. From the time they learned how to fish to their wedding, Y/n replayed it all. Her heart broke as she thought of their conversation just before he left. If she was pregnant, she would have to do it all without him—without the love of her life.

She felt someone put their arms around her, and for a moment, she pretended it was Sitka. She knew it wasn’t. She knew it was probably Denahi or even one of her friends. But she needed to pretend, even if it was just for a minute.

Her imagination was broken as she felt two little hands on her cheeks. She opened her eyes to see her son.

“Mama?” Kallik asked, worried at the sight of her tears. He had never seen his mother cry; she had always been so happy.

Y/n pulled him into her lap and held him close. “I’m sorry, my love. It will be okay. Mama’s okay.”

–

Y/n walked through the crowds with Kallick in her arms and Denahi and Kenai by her sides. Denahi carried Sitka’s spear while Kenai had his fur hood. They placed the items down in front of Tanana as she began the ritual of farewell.

Denahi, Kenai, and Y/n, with Kallik on her lap, knelt in front of Tanana and watched.

Y/n was certain Kallik didn’t quite understand what was happening. She had told him what she thought he would comprehend. She told him that his father wouldn’t be coming home, and it was just them now. But Kallik still asked when his dad would be back.

He could understand that tonight was a special night through the bright lights and his best clothes, but he didn’t know what it was for. He stayed quiet, curled in his mother’s lap.

As the ceremony ended, Y/n notice Kallik yawn. She stood up, listening to the condolences of everyone who approached. When Alasie came up, she offered to take Kallik home and put him to bed. She could see that he had almost fallen asleep already, so Y/n handed him over, thanking her good friend.

Y/n glanced over to her family but found that Kenai had already gone. She stood by Denahi, watching as the fire flicked up into the night. When she noticed the tears in his eyes, she held Denahi’s hand, squeezing it as a sign she wouldn’t leave.

When the fire had finally died out, Tanana left, leaving Y/n and Denahi.

Kenai approached from behind, carrying two spears and a bag with food. “You ready?” he called out.

Y/n and Denahi turned. “For what?” Denahi asked.

“For going after the bear.” Kenai tossed one of the spears to him.

Y/n shook her head. “Kenai, you can’t. The bear didn’t kill him. This will only anger the spirits.”

“I know what you’re feeling,” Denahi agreed, “but killing that bear is wrong.”

“Wrong?” Kenai’s voice was firm. “Our brother is dead, and it’s because of that monster.”

“Kenai,” Y/n pleaded, but her voice was drowned out by Denahi.

“I don’t blame the bear, Kenai.”

“Denahi!” Y/n scolded. “This was no one’s fault. You both need to calm down.”

“—No offence, Y/n, but you weren’t there.” Kenai scoffed. “You don’t know what happened.”

“Kenai,” Denahi drawled, “killing that bear won’t make you a man.”

“Oh,” Kenai pushed his brother. “Now you’re trying to be wise.”

“I’m trying to follow my totem. Why can’t you do the same?”

“You really think love has anything to do with being a man? A man wouldn’t just sit here and do nothing.” Kenai turned, but Denahi stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Kenai. Don’t upset the spirits.”

Kenai scoffed. “Spirits. Thanks for your wisdom.” He began his angry stomp again, only pausing when he passed Tanana. He pulled his totem off and threw it in the ash before leaving.

Tanana picked it up and brushed it off.

Denahi looked between Y/n and where Kenai disappeared to. “I’ve got to stop him.”

Y/n took the totem from Tanana and placed it in Denahi’s hand. “You come back to me—both of you.” She brought a hand up to caress his cheek. “Sitka doesn’t need to be avenged; he needs his family to be together.”

Denahi nodded before chasing after his brother.

–

Y/n noticed the eagle that always seemed to perch on the trees near their home. Whenever she was having a bad day, or she felt like she needed her husband, the eagle was there. It watched her and Kallik, making sure they were okay. She dared to think it was Sitka watching over her and his son.

When Denahi returned from tracking Kenai, he returned with two bears in tow. He claimed that it was Kenai—that the spirits had turned him into a bear for taking an innocent life. At first, Y/n was skeptical, but one look into the bear’s eyes told her exactly who it was.

The bear was gentle as it nuzzled Kallik and Y/n’s stomach, which had grown slightly over the past few months. Y/n adored the smaller bear that came home with them, too. Koda, as Denahi told her was the young bear’s name, was adorable.

Y/n saw the eagle that afternoon.

At the ceremony to celebrate Kenai becoming a man—or a bear in his case—Y/n felt happier than she had in a long time. And as they walked back to their home, Y/n spotted the eagle.

It appeared at every major event. When Y/n gave birth to her baby girl, Awena, the eagle was perched outside.

It brought her comfort to know that her husband was still watching over her and their children. He wasn’t truly gone. She saw him every day, and in the nights, while she slept, she relived her memories of him. When her children were older, she would tell them her memories, and in that way, he would live forever.

y’all

why is it so damn hard to find literally any omegaverse Naruto(franchise and character) x reader where the character isn’t the omega?

like,, i just wanna be dicked down by Alpha Naruto Boys but I could find exactly 1 and it was hcs

if y’all know of any, please, i beg you, send them my way

Petition to make Mr Banana from Miraculous Ladybug into a cryptid.

He’s just around every day and no one knows his true face, if he even has one. No one knows who, or what, is under that bright yellow, always smiling, never changing, face.

He knows the unseen horrors of the world, yet he does not speak them. He likely knows the secret identities of Paris’ beloved heroes, yet he stays quiet.

He knows.

No one knows what he knows.

But he knows.

And he will never speak the horrors he has witnessed or the deep, unfathomable secrets he has been unwittingly privy to.

He watches.

And he knows.

And after years of his tormenting silence, keeping the depths of knowledge that no human could possibly comprehend, the only thing he has and will ever speak, in his near perfect copy of a human voice,

“Stay Peachy!”

What does he mean?

What hidden knowledge has he encrypted into his words, his very voice?

What horrors and unfathomable knowledge lies behind those glassy eyes, never blinking, never moving, yet all-seeing?

What unseen, incomprehensible, eldritch horror is hidden behind that wide, too wide, too friendly, just too welcoming, never changing grin?

What secrets does he keep? And for how long? How long has Mr Banana been here? No one knows. If you ask, they’ll say he’s always been here, bringing joy to anyone who sees him. How old is Mr Banana? Where did he come from? Where will he return to?

Will he return to the ash and dust of the Earth once We are all Gone?

Will he ever return anywhere?

Does he have anything to return to? Or has he simply existed since the dawn of everything? Will he be here to see it all crumble? Will he bring the end? Will he be here after we have all met our inevitable demise?

Or is he protecting us? From the horrors he has been witness to?

Is he, alone, preventing our annihilation?

Will he protect us from The End?

Would we simply crumble without his Guardianship?

Should we have faced our demise already?

Is he the one who prevented this?

Is he Still preventing this?

Is he the only thing standing in the way of meeting our eternal fate?

That, dear Readers, is a question we should not ponder too long, should the conclusion be unfavorable. Or Worse. Incomprehensible.

We should simply appreciate this protection we have from facing the inevitable eternity which awaits us.

And with that, dear Readers, I bid you adieu, and a, hopefully, restful night.

Goodnight, dear Readers, Goodnight.

If it helps any, I believe the description began with “it hurts to see the person you love fall in love with someone else”

and the fic kind of begins with the reader sort of distancing herself from Baku bc she doesn’t want to get in the way of /their/ relationship.

And I just remembered that the reason reader got pissed off in the first place is bc before Baku really even brought up the whole situation, he n Kiri went on a morning run and (not described) nefarious events take place.

They kinda ended up talking about it n reader was wholly pissed and I remembered this line, if it helps;

(Said by Kiri) “If it makes you feel any better it was me putting it in him”

(Said by reader) “that.. actually kind of does.”

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;