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bakubunny · 7 months

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Slayyyy happy almost birthday bunny 🫶 it’s your bday but you are giving us the gift of your writing? I’ll take it.

I am on my knees asking for a fic where pro hero Kiri teaches pro hero Bakugo how to fuck reader 🤲

a/n: thank you so much for this. 😮‍💨 it was a fun one. i got carried away for sure haha. hope it was worth the wait!

wc: 2.4k 💀

tags: aged up characters; bf!kiri; best friend!bkg; f!reader; established relationship; oral sex (m receiving); deep throating; mfm with a lil m/m action; fingering (f receiving); overstimulation; unprotected sex; creampies; sloppy seconds; katsuki has a bit of a praise kink; katsuki’s a little subby but not really; eijiro takes control

You weren’t sure how you ended up naked between your boyfriend and your best friend, but you did.

Okay, well, you knew; you were there at the boys’ shared apartment when the topic of Katsuki’s sex life (or lack thereof) came up in conversation. Still a virgin in his late twenties, he’d focused solely on his career to the point of having a small number of relationships he’d intended to be serious, but they never took off.

Without hesitation, Eijiro said, “We’re here if you wanna see what the fuss is all about. I could show you how.”

Your eyes widened a little as you looked at Eijiro.

Katsuki’s face flushed down to his chest. “I-I don’t need you to show me how,” he sputtered. “I know what a fucking pussy looks like, give me some credit.”

Eijiro grinned, a glint in his eye. “Yeah, bro, but sex is a lot more than knowing where your dick goes. Isn’t that right, baby?” he said, turning to you.

His hand slid around your body as he pulled you into him, trying to gauge your reaction. A flush had washed over your cheeks as well; Eijiro knew you thought Katsuki was attractive and teased you about it every once in a while, but you never thought he’d suggest this.

“It-it is, yeah,” you replied.

“Have you even had your cock sucked before?” Eijiro said.

Katsuki’s face reddened further as he futzed with his hands. “Once,” he mumbled.

“So that was the only time?”

“Yes, shitty hair, the one time you sucked my dick was the single fucking time I’ve gotten a blowjob,” Katsuki spat. “Fuck, you’re so damn irritating.”

You held in a laugh at his response until Eijiro fired back.

“That can change. There’s a pretty little cock sucker right here, and I’d say she’s damn good,” he said.

“Ei!” You gave him a shoulder check, eyes wide.

“What? You know it’s true. I’m just trying to help a bro out, here,” Eijiro replied.

“Tch. He’s too nice. I doubt you’re that good,” Katsuki said under his breath.

Your brows raised as you spoke. “Oh, is that what you think? Fine.” You grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Come here.”

Katsuki looked at you like you’d gone crazy while Eijiro’s grin grew.

“Now,” you demanded.

Slightly surprised by your tone, you could see both a hint of anger and timidity in his expression. But as you kneeled on the pillow, he walked towards you.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Katsuki asked.

“Yes. Get your dick out.”

He hesitated. You could see the flurry of thoughts running through his head as he looked at Eijiro and down to you.

“Kats, I’ve known you for what, ten years now?” you said. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t do it. Do you want a blowjob or not?”

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed again as he reached for his belt, mumbling under his breath. Maybe it was the nerves, but he was still soft when he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down. The scent of clean sweat and burnt sugar hit your nose first. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, drinking in the sight of his thick, soft cock hanging down over heavy balls. Even soft, he was still a little bigger than most guys when they’re fully hard.

“What?” he spat nervously. “Not big enough for you or somethin’?”

Eijiro caught the look in your eye, glazed over with want. “Nah, dude. Look at her.”

Staring him in the eye, Katsuki seemed to get it as a grin drew across his lips.

You leaned in, lips grazing his cock as you spoke. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face. I doubt you’ll last more than a minute,” you teased.

His jaw clenched and you grinned taking his cock between your lips. Katsuki’s dick quickly grew in your mouth until you had to bring up a hand to support the weight and size. You sucked his cock as you let saliva pool into your mouth, spitting on his shaft every now and then to get the slick movement you needed in your mouth and under your fingers.

Katsuki huffed and panted with flushed cheeks, body tense as he watched you work. By the time he was fully hard, you could get a hand around him, but not by much. He was probably a solid eight inches if you had to guess, a little bit longer and not as thick as the dick you were well acquainted with. The same dick you could see visibly bulging in Eijiro’s shorts as he stood next to Katsuki and watched.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty, doing such a good job,” Eijiro said, his voice warm and sweet.

You felt Katsuki throb between your lips as Eijiro reached out to run a hand over your head.

A shiver slid down your back as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Shush, you. You’re gonna make him cum and I’m just getting started.”

Before Katsuki could protest, you started working his shaft slowly in long strokes, one hand twisting and stroking just below your lips as you used your tongue to massage the vein on the underside of his cock. You let his cock hit your throat before pulling out almost entirely and sunk back down again and again.

Katsuki’s head fell back and he whined a soft, “Holy fuck, shit, fuck.”

You felt his thigh tremble slightly under your free hand and stopped. He panted.

“If you’re gonna insult my cock sucking skills, you’re gonna watch me when I prove you wrong,” you said. “Dunno if I should continue though. I’m not sure you like it. You’re pretty quiet.”

His head snapped forward and he looked you in the eye, full of hunger and a thread of desperation, fists clenched tight. “Please,” he whispered.

You grinned and stroked the head of his cock. Another groan left his lips.

“Please, what, Kats?”

Frustration built on his face. It was hidden by a little anxiety, but you could see his desire to let anger take control from you. You waited for him to swallow his pride.

“Suck my cock. Please suck my cock,” he said.

You kissed his red, angry tip. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Katsuki moaned as you took him back in your mouth, working his shaft again without moving too quickly to be just a little nice. You grabbed his hand and putting it on the back of your head.

“I’m gonna take a breath, and when I look up, you push a little. You’re not gonna hurt me. I’ll push myself off if I need you to stop.”

You caught Eijiro flushed and grinning, palming his bulge through his shorts in the corner of your eye and tried not to smile too hard when you saw Katsuki’s wide eyes before you looked away. As promised, you took a good breath and looked up before sinking his cock between your slack jawed lips, pushing further when he hit the back of your mouth. After a couple of tries, he slipped down your throat and you sunk until your nose pressed into the wirey blond hair at the base of his dick. Katsuki groaned and watched in disbelief as your eyes watered and rolled in pleasure, a shudder running down your back.

“Oh fuck, shit, I’m gon-” He was cut off with a whining moan as he came.

You bobbed your head and gently massaged his balls as he throbbed, shooting his load down your throat. You pulled off with a gasp, drool on your chin and tears in your eyes. Katsuki stepped back and a familiar, callused hand pulled you into his groin. You whimpered.

“Ei, really?” you said.

“Yeah, baby. You look so fucking pretty, I need more of you. Show him what a good girl you are, hmm?”

You sighed. “You’re lucky I love you and your dick.”

Eijiro pulled his shorts down and you greedily made quick work of getting him off. The feeling of his hands in your hair amplified every little sensation of pleasure, though it was brief.

You took Eijiro’s offered hand to stand and wiped your chin as you turned to Katsuki. “Now, what have we learned?” you teased.

“I was fucking wrong, okay? And…” his voice fell quiet. “Maybe I’d be okay with learnin’ a thing or two.”

A shared look with Eijiro told you he was far more excited about this than he should be.

Eijiro held you as you leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Katsuki awkwardly lined his dick up with your wet cunt.

“Don’t push in right away, tease her a little bit,” he said.

You whimpered. Eijiro and Katsuki had already done that plenty between the two of them; two pairs of hands wandering your body, two pairs of lips tracing their way across your skin, one that felt like home and another that was nervous and unpracticed but greedy. Two hands that took turns fingering your achy cunt until Katsuki was able to pull you over the edge as you shook and clenched around his hand, and Eijiro had worked worked you back up immediately after despite your protests from overstimulation.

The head of Katsuki’s dick ran over your clit. You whined again as pleasure washed over you.

“Kats, c’mon please?”

Before Eijiro could stop him, Katsuki was sinking the head of his cock into your heat as you both groaned. He panted heavily and a shaky whine left his throat. Katsuki throbbed inside of you as he pushed in slowly, so overwhelmed by the tight, velvety feeling wrapped around his cock that he almost came when he bottomed out, hips meeting yours. He hadn’t even moved yet and his head was spinning.

Eijiro’s dick twitched against your back. “That’s it, just go slow. You look so fucking good,” he said.

Katsuki throbbed again and his grip on your body tightened. “Shut the fuck up, shitty hair. I’m tryna fuck your girlfriend.”

“You want my help or not?” The grin plastered on his face was almost smug.

“Don’t need your fuckin’ comments,” Katsuki replied.

He waited for his head to stop swirling a little before trying with short, tentative thrusts that started slow and got faster before he stopped. Katsuki paused to keep himself from losing his mind and started again. Though it wasn’t much movement, he was so big that it still made you whine as Eijiro groped and teased your tits.

“H-harder,” you said.

He pushed his hips deeper without really pulling out. Katsuki couldn’t think beyond the grip of your cunt, wasn’t sure if he’d actually be able to fuck you and if he kept this train of thoughts going, he’d probably go soft and look like a huge fucking idiot. He was stuck in his head when Eijiro pulled his head together.

“Bro, relax. You’re doing just fine,” Eijiro said. “Pull out more before you thrust.”

Katsuki’s thrust, though tentative, changed to one that was long and dragged against your sweet spot. He pulled a gasp from you once he got the hang of it, fucking you harder with each snap of his hips.

“That’s it. Fuck that pretty pussy like you mean it,” Eijiro said, a heated roughness settling into his voice.

Katsuki grunted with a hint of frustration, his thrusts getting continually harder as you moaned, skin slapping on skin slowly filling the room. “Wha’d I say about the damn talkin’?”

“You like it,” you said.

“Shut yer fuckin’ mouth,” he replied, articulating it with a hard thrust. “You don’t know what I like.”

Eijiro grabbed Katsuki by the face and leaned in a little. “No, but I do. C’mon, Kats, make her take your fucking cock.”

Katsuki groaned louder than you expected at Eijiro’s slight show of dominance, his thrusts getting sloppy as a shudder ran down your back.

“That’s it, such a good boy,” Eijiro said. “Gonna fill that pretty cunt for me, aren’t you?”

Katsuki moaned as heat flooded your core and you whined in return, not quite close enough to get off before his hips softened and slowed to a stop.

“Fuck you, dickhead,” Katsuki grumbled, no malice behind his words.

“Don’t tempt me,” he replied. “Get out of the way and I’ll show you how it’s really done. Ass up, princess.”

Cum slid down your ass when Katsuki pulled out. You turned over and laid yourself on Katsuki’s chest, back arched and waiting while Eijiro got behind you. He gave your ass a playful smack as he started down at your messy cunt.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Should get you covered in Kats’ cum more often,” he said.

“Baby, will you please just - oh fuck-”

Eijiro grabbed you by the hips and pushed in without warning, his girth a welcome change. The weight of his hips pounded into you as you moaned, eyes rolling as Katsuki watched. Just the pressure of Eijiro’s hips hitting yours had you coming undone as he pulled you up and into him, fucking a deep, tender spot that made you see stars.

“Tch. Y’really like gettin’ fucked hard, huh?” Katsuki said.

You managed a groan of approval, already too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response, the wet sound of Eijiro’s balls clapping against your clit filling your head.

“You’re so cute when you’re getting fucked stupid like this. Can’t even speak,” Eijiro said.

Eijiro’s fingertips dug into your hips, a grunt on his lips. Your legs started to shake, shockwaves of pleasure washing over you.

“Kiss him, baby,” he demanded.

Weakly, you pushed yourself and leaned in towards Katsuki’s face. He grabbed you, kissing you hard, the smoothness of his tongue amplifying the electric feeling on your skin. Eijiro reached down and rubbed circles into your clit. You moaned into Katsuki’s mouth, your vision going white as a shudder rippled down your body and you came, your core fluttering and clenching hard. Eijiro fucked you through your orgasm with a heavy groan as he came with you, filling you with his seed.

Still inside you, Eijiro collapsed and held you in his arms next to Katsuki. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

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yawntu · 1 year

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Tsyeym

A/N: Yo I thought I posted this last night, took shrooms. Finally just woke back up came and checked and was like no way no one has interacted w this fic and then realized i never pressed post. Rotxo deserves more love so I decided in a little fic for him. Switch x Switch couples are just my cup of tea. This is not my fav but I am a sucker for love and romance. It’s grammarly proofread but not beta read 🤭 (might be looking for another beta reader)

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader, platonic!Ao’nung x f!Reader (briefly)

word count: ~8k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Size kink, stomach bulge, face sitting(f!receiving), Cunnalingus, Cumswaping maybe?, Spit, he’s a messy eater you can’t tell me otherwise, beach sex, Jealous!Rotxo, he’s just so sweet and pretty, Unprotected, love taps on your butt, “girl” is used, it’s pretty soft for the most part, he’s obsessed and def a simp

na’vi glossary: sayrìp : handsome, skxawng : moron, tsyeym : treasure / precious

Playfully scrapping had become increasingly popular amongst your friend group since you had been introduced to each other's cultures all those years ago. It was commonplace to play amongst yourselves. Just earlier in the evening you and Ao’nung had just almost spoiled your dinner by shoving each other's faces into the sand after a slap-boxing horseplay over some crustacean turned into a rather enthralling spar that had both of your fathers rooting for and coaching from an imagined sideline (and mothers who were doing more yelling and hooting in excitement then offering tactical advice).

Rotxo had even watched in amusement as it seemed Ao’nung had succeeded in neutralizing you with a knee on your back. Unfortunately, Ao’nung had been a fool and got off of you to turn to his father with a grin. It took you only seconds for you to contort yourself into a crouch and launch yourself into the back of his legs sending him forward onto his knees. His shock gave you enough time to maneuver both of your palms onto the back of his head and dramatically push his face right down into the sand,

“That is for punching me,”

And Rotxo couldn’t help the pang of jealousy at the fact that your pretty thighs straddle his best friend's back. Or the fact that jealousy grew into a painful lump in his throat when Ao’nungs arm hooks behind him to support your frame as he almost barrel rolls half onto his back to pin your thigh under his body and halt your assault with a laugh.

All your family and friends are laughing at the two of you, and your mothers coo as they watch you wipe sand off of Ao’nungs face. Rotxo couldn’t stop the bitter resentment that bubbled in his chest at the sight. He hated feeling this way. He hated the way you made him feel not quite like himself.

Which is why he does his very best at keeping it hidden. Not that it’s hard for him to forget the resentment he feels for you the second you give him your attention. Even only hours after the disgusting display of affection with his best friend. When you kindly ask him to accompany you on a walk he can’t even think about how upset he had been. Even now while your chiding voice disrupts the peacefulness of your walk and the beauty of the light beginning to set over the reef.

“You’re mad because I will not spar with you?”

He cuts off your words. The duck of the young warrior's head, so he could speak to you face to face as you walked down the beach only insults you more. Had he been on the side closest to the soft waves you’d have no doubt shoved him onto his ass into the assaulting water. Obviously that is what you were angry about-

“Is it because I cheat when I fight Ao’nung? If he is so stupid as to keep turning his back on me after all this time then he is at fault,”

You sound genuinely confused as you try desperately to make sense of why Rotxo would rough house with Lo’ak or Neteyam and even Kiri but not you. It’s funny how conceited you sound even as you’re practically bouncing next to him and pestering him like a bug. Rotxo knew a little better than most though regarding the inner workings of your mind. It wasn’t that you were conceited- you were just stupidly confident. He didn’t doubt, however, that one way or another your small frame would beat him simply because he knew you wouldn’t dare give up until you did.

“Besides the fact that I vividly remember when you bit Tinangey in the cheek,” Rotxo try’s to defend his unwillingness to hit you with an annunciation to his story by holding two of his second knuckles to the apex of your cobalt cheek. Long, thick fingers curled against your glowy skin. The same place you had bitten the longed-haired, round-faced, barely tolerable boy all those years ago when you fought. Though in your defense Ao’nung and the group of boys had started a very real fight, and you had only followed in your brother's shadow of retribution.

“And I happen to hit much harder than Ao’nung does,” he adds.

For a second, Rotxo feels like he exudes your same confidence. It’s not an unwarranted comment, however. Ao’nung was less than a head taller than him, but Rotxo had grown into quite an impressive specimen. Wide and as immovable as the waves that crashed outside of the reef you do not venture past. That was more than half the reason why you wanted to spar with the Talioang of a man so terribly.

“You are no fun,”

He can’t help but frown at your words. He knows you aren’t serious- would you spend as much time with him if you did not find entertainment in him? The same insecurity that causes resentment to bubble in his stomach rears its ugly head once more. For a second he feels like he could believe that you had been aware of how he felt and that you used him for validation.

“You should be more thankful to me,” he chides, baring his fangs slightly in a half grinned snarl, “that I refuse to knock any more brain cells out of you,”

You complain he doesn’t horseplay with you the way the others do, but at this moment he organically wraps one palm around the back of your head to pull you into him slightly, so he could cruelly rub his knuckles against the crown of your head.

Because he does roughhouse with you. Rotxo always played with you. Was always there to entertain you because the idea of other men wrapping their hands around the pliable flesh of your flowing form made the ugliest parts of him surface. If it wasn’t Rotxo entertaining you it was your siblings or his best friend. As he had not made any formal claim towards you out of his nerves, unfortunately, had to tolerate it regarding his future Olo'eyktan.

You’re just a terrible little cretin that found delight in the chaos you left in your wake. It’s why you, Lo’ak, and Kiri get into so much trouble. It’s why you poked at Ao’nung. He can swear there’s a part of you that does it just to cause strife in his heart.

He can’t be bothered with pondering over the legitimacy of his accusation partially out of fear that he’s projecting, and perhaps you are just like Ao’nung. Though mostly it’s because of course you are swatting your delicate little hand at him and grumbling about how you’re smarter than him and that he was the stupid one to think otherwise.

It’s endearing how you walk backward as the two of you playfully bicker and fight. Though like always- Rotxo is catching your intended slaps and redirecting your arms to swoop past him. Sometimes even grabbing at your forearms so you can’t help but be pulled around haphazardly by him.

“You are so fucking annoying,”

Your shriek comes as Rotxo almost effortlessly maneuvered you to spin forward and walk ahead of him, while he pinned your arms across your chest. You both stumble over each other's feet as you can’t help but laugh over the fact that he’s made your arms an effective straight jacket. You wiggle and writhe and it halts his walking while you try to dig your heel into the top of his foot. It only results in one of your wrists being let go of and you being spun around like a toy by him.

He had half let you stumble while he used the momentum of your arms to spin you, but he was quick to grab hold of your other wrist, propping you right up.

You were out of breath from the game but you were thankful for the view he presented you with. The violets and oranges of sunset suited the aquamarine of his skin. Dancing between the intricate tidal markings on his body, and forcing your eyes to dance across the defined arms, chest, and neck that were covered in bold black lines. You feel a little silly, being so flustered before him with your whole face purpled. You can help it because he looks pretty at the moment. Absolutely beautiful like always. Like no one you had ever seen before.

Rotxo is quick to heave you up in the air and shake you around. Ruining the view that had just begun to calm you down. Riling you into hysteric laughter while playing with you as if you weighed nothing. You shake in his arms and toss your body around like a mad-woman and you’re cackling just like one.

When he begins to feel merciful you land on your feet, with his arms still pining your hands and arms against your ribs that are rapidly rising and falling. With the welcomed breaths you instantly go back to chastising him.

“That is not sparring, fish-boy! You were just being an imbecile.”

You’re snapping an arm fee so you can poke him in the chest. He can’t help but roll his eyes at your attempt and take your hand to lightly ‘smack’ your face with it.

“You are ridiculous,”

He tried to emphasize his words with a similar assault by your other hand but you offered resistance,

“If you just took me seriously I-“ you’re cut off as you struggle to keep him from playfully making you hit yourself. Thrashing your head around wildly. And he’s just laughing above you because he thinks it’s stupid that you assume he just thinks you can’t fight and that’s why he won’t spar with you. For Eywas sake he watches you win regularly.

It’s like you could read his mind without tsaheylu and the mention of your victories emboldened you. He hadn’t even noticed your leg raise to wrap around his locked knee leisurely supporting his weight while he tormented you.

He had buckled backward under the weight of his massive frame embarrassingly quickly. You had expected him to let go of your wrists as he fell, but he did not. Opting to drag you down into the sand with him.

He tries to control the mauve that dances across his skin but this is the reason he didn’t spar with you. He can tell himself it’s because he hates seeing you get hit, and that his heart breaks and chokes him any time he thinks about striking you even in that situation.

He knows however, it’s because he can’t be this close to you. He can already feel his ears perking up towards you and his eyes relaxing while he stares up at you. How pretty. Your sapphire skin was dazzling under the cool violets and dwindling oranges of an almost completely set sun. The stars had even begun to twinkle behind you between the other shining moons.

“You are the worst,” your pants finally die down, to match your soft glare,

“Is that so?” His cheeks dimple as he grins wildly up at you as you adjust to straddle his chest more comfortably.

“Yes. I swing at you and you don’t even try to hit me back.”

And there’s another attitude laced plop to his chest. More follow as you use said pops to enunciate your following words,

“You just toss me around like I am useless and cannot fight! You know I can. Yet you only fight my brothers, how are you meant to get better if you don’t-“

He stops listening to your scoldings. He doesn’t care what you’re saying when his heart beats against your inner thighs. When he can feel the pudge of your hips practically pooling on him begging for him to grab at it. Why couldn’t you connect the dots? Why were you so stupid? He can’t help but laugh at you, there’s even a bit of a bitter snide behind it. Even though he thinks it’s endearing how badly you wanted to prove yourself to him. He cuts you off abruptly,

“Go and fight with Ao’nung,”

And it’s got your pretty siren eyes widening at his words.

“What does he have to do with anything,”

The sight of his sea-foam eyes rolling into the back of his head has your snarl fixed down at him,

“Can’t step on the Olo'eyktan’s toes can I? Huh?”

He has an expression you’ve never seen cross his face before. Not on Rotxo’s. Not the sweet boy who you had spent so much time with,

“What are you talking about, Ro?”

Ro. You dare call him Ro at a time like this. It makes him sit up on in elbow, grabbing at the top of your now elevated thigh,

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Why do you need to spar with me when you can practice with him? Unless it’s just some weird mating thing you guys have going on-”

He’s never seen your face screw up quite like it is now. Red-faced at his accusation not out of embarrassment but out of anger. Angry that he’d made such a brazen accusation. The first outbreak from Rotxo leaves you stumbling over how to answer him, and you notice he looks hurt at your stunned silence.

“Yeah, ‘course that’s what it is. You make it quite obvious-“ and you feel him start to move under you- probably to get up and apologize and tell you you had to walk back to the village now because even with the hurt salted embarrassment he feels now he’d never leave you to walk back alone. Never let you be in danger. You know that and it makes you more upset,

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t make it obvious. I am not your fucking ilu- you do not know what I’m thinking.”

Your left hand reaches for the wrist of the hand that holds your thigh while your right pointer and middle fingers aim down at him accusingly.

“So you have no interest in him?”

Rotxo is speaking faster than usual. A trait you had noticed followed Rotxo anytime he was too hyped up. He was the softest boy you had ever known yet the gentle buzz of adrenaline that leaked out of his too-quick breaths reminded you that he was in fact a Metkayina warrior.

“Mhmm,”

You’re honestly surprised it has taken you this long to notice the mutual affection he had harbored for you. Blinded by your insecurities, the sight of him frantic over the idea of your affection belonging to someone else made you squirm.

“I suppose he would be a fine mate now that you mention it-” and you smile down at him, hoping he knows you’re kidding. That you just don’t know how to talk about your feelings “considering no one else seems to be all that interested in me,”

And you feel him go ridged under you, round eyes fixated on your own. You think he’s annoyed a little bit, staring dumbfounded at you. But you feel his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh.

“Was this your plan? Torment me into doing what you want?”

You don’t know if it’s the chill of the eclipses sea breeze or the fact that Rotxo’s voice was as modulated, deep, and mesmerizing as always, yet his face held the same intense stare that the Metkayina warriors were renowned for. You’re embarrassed at the way you twitch as he props both hands on your thighs and adjusts himself back into laying straight back.

“Nu-uh, but is it working?” And you're purring above him, flicking your tail across his stomach. It only added to the overstimulated feeling throbbing at the front of Rotxo’s skull. An uncomfortable pendulum swinging him between ecstasy at the sight of your pretty form sat on his chest and misery over the fact that he still couldn’t shake the insecurity that you were toying with him.

“No-“ He curses a crack in his voice with a swallow, “I will just stay tormented,”

His hands are warm as they paw at the top of your thighs. He can’t help but feel like he’s on fire at your position, at least the sand was starting to cool in the dark. It helped keep him from sweating below you even as he pants at the sight above him. Your knees are pushed under his arms and nestled against his ribs and he worries you can feel his heart pounding. You made the air hang hot around his head.

You’re nervous at how intense his dusk sullen aqua eyes maintain their contact with you but he doesn’t have a choice- if you scooted up less than a foot you’d be sat right on his face- there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

“Lost in thought?”

He cringes at your voice. Not knowing how you always get him like this. How you always have the high ground. He doesn’t know why he’s honest with you,

“I do not want you to fight with Ao’nung like that anymore.”

And you grin at him and place your palm on his cheek,

“Is that so? That means you will spar with me now?”

He couldn’t wrap his head around your obsession with being hurt? Did you pester everyone to fight with you like this? The thought makes his body move on reflex, craning his neck enough to open his mouth wide and comp down onto the exposed skin of your thigh. You bounce on his chest, pulling at his hair back with a whine in response.

“If you are jealous you can just say so you do not have to bite me, you child.”

He can only smile because it’s his hair you’re yanking at. You’re sitting on him and-

“I’m not jealous. Not in this moment anyways,”

One of his hands slides up your hunched forward torso, and he’s pulling you down by the woven fabric of your top. You’re not sure if he’s pulling you down to kiss him. You figure with the state of things though a kiss wasn’t an unwelcome advance, and you’re not surprised when his head lifts to kiss you back.

It’s better than any silly fantasy you had ever let yourself drift into because he’s warm and real and he’s kissing you like you’re fragile because he wants you to feel safe enough to be fragile. He wouldn’t have wasted so much time becoming a competent warrior if it wasn’t to keep you safe.

“How could you think I’d want to share a brain with Ao’nung huh? I’d kill myself.” you smile against his lips, “as if I’d ever want him over you,”

And he knows you’re not lying to him as the fluff of your tail tickles against a throbbing vein in his lower stomach. How could you be lying when you’re hunched over uncomfortably while you straddle him just so you could purr into a kiss? His big hands cradling your cheeks makes you ignore the ache in your spine, and you thank Eywa he’s so big as to add ease to the position.

By some stroke of luck, his hand travels down your spine as if to soothe the ache while your tongues swirled against each other. Despite the trembling ache that plagued your lower stomach at the endearing turn of events, Rotxo kisses you, softly. As if you’re not dying for him. Even though you straddle him his chest and move against him to relieve the pressure he inflicts on you. You’re very obviously making out with him. Willingly letting his mouth explore yours at his own pace. You can’t help but slide down his torso so you could lay on top of him properly.

You couldn’t get over how wide you still had to spread your legs to straddle his waist. Even though you laid over him caging his body under yours he engulfed you. You need to breathe far earlier than he does, and he finds it cute how you huff against his lips to catch your breath.

“You’re not going to let Ao’nung touch you anymore, ya?”

And he can’t help the dopey pitch of his voice as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. Not when you’re beaming down at him.

“Only if you touch me instead,”

You sound so coy considering you’re giggling above him. And when you enunciate your words with another kiss he can’t help the obnoxious chortle that leaves his lips- that’s until you bite at his bottom lip slightly,

“You are too bossy,”

But he kisses you the way you want him to. Pushing his nose against yours. He doesn’t think he can like anything more until he feels your hips grind against the lower abs of his stomach- that tighten and flex at the feeling of your now twitching core.

The confidence the both of you had mutually worked up to had you lost in your own world. You know it’s unbecoming of you both to be caught in such a situation but you had enough confidence in your privacy and even less confidence in your own self-control to do anything about it.

“Sit on my face,” it comes out as a gaspy whisper between your clanking teeth while you grind against him, “Let me take care of you instead,”

It makes you whimper above him and he swears it’s some sort of nirvana.

“I-I’ve never-” and you are mad at how wet the inside of your mouth is and yet it still offers no solace to the lump in your throat

“No’ gonna make you,”

You’re not sure if the sound of him slurring into your mouth makes you moan or the fact that your tail finds and runs across his erect member behind you.

“Obviously want you to,” and his palm is on your cheek, “wanted you on my mouth since you plopped down on me,”

He’s kissing you between his words and you know he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He just about died of excitement when he felt you propping yourself up on your knees.

Now that you’re back up he can admire your pretty body once again. He thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you not take the lead. It made him blush- realizing how shy you had suddenly become. He’s gentle when he reaches for your thigh again, sliding up until his fingers reach the fabric of your tweng,

“Can I?”

You wondered how the sun would rise in the morning when it was trapped in his smile. Looking up at you as if you were Eywa herself. How could he possibly think you don’t want him to untie it?

You don’t know how to say yes without embarrassing yourself, so you do what any rational woman would do when the love of their life was laid between their legs. You reach up to the fabric tie of your beaded top, and let it fall from your body, plopping down in the sand next to you.

You can’t ignore the throb that plagues you at the widening of his eyes, how they instantly drop to your breasts. The only cover from his eyes are the few strands of hair.

You’re almost shocked at his fumbling fingers. Too excited to uncover you and too large for the delicate fabric, yet like all things that required a gentle hand- Rotxo succeeded at his task quickly. Obediently you let his palms guide your hips up. He is rewarded with one more sway of your tail over his quickly hardening length as tosses your bottoms in the opposite direction of your top.

You're breathing heavily when he cranes his neck to look at your most intimate flesh,

“Oh, Eywa,”

He can feel himself leaking all over his stomach at the sight of your bare cunt against his torso, and the warm feeling of you dripping could drive him to madness.

“C’mere, give me you.”

You listen of course. He feels bad that he likes you best like this. Tentatively crawling up his large chest to place your legs on the side of his head.

He doesn’t feel bad for enjoying the view of you hovering above his face. He can’t believe he had done this. He can’t believe you’re swollen, sticky, and wet for him.

His hands are wrapping around the fat of your thighs to pull you into open-mouthed kisses against your thighs. You’re mad it feels so good- he’s not even touched you and yet your thighs twitch where he kisses.

You reward him with a real moan at the quick swipe of his tongue from the bottom of your leaking hole right across your clit. Though he didn’t truly know what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to do. That was enough. You seemed to like what he was doing regardless. He likes kissing you. Feeling the way your lips twitch against his. His tongue finds a comfortable rhythm exploring your folds. You tasted like nothing he had ever eaten before. He couldn’t compare you to anything else- and there wasn’t a thing in Pandora he’d rather in his mouth.

Though you're panting and wiggling your hips in front of his face he still wants to give you more. Wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and take care of you the way you should be taken care of. He doesn’t know why he has such a need to take care of you, especially since you had caused him so much grief. He knows you’re more than willing and capable of handling him mating you without any of this - but he can’t help it. He wants to spoon-feed the world to you; do everything for you. Even if it means doing all the work to get that pretty pussy of yours to cum in his mouth.

His desire to take care of you is probably why one of his big hands finds your hips. Why it slides across your smooth skin and his thumb hooks under your tail to push you down and forward onto his wanting mouth.

“I said sit-” he speaks into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you clench your stomach.

He can feel his dick jump at the way you cry at the feeling of him grinding your sensitive pussy against his wanting mouth, legs clamping down against his blood-rushed ears. When he finally slides his tongue into your twitching hole again he can’t help but reach down to squeeze at the base of his throbbing dick. Just for a second, he could pretend you were clamping down on his cock and not his rapidly exploring tongue. You’re too busy following along with the motion Rotxo’s hand around your tail provides for you to notice what he’s doing, however. When you’re so blissed out that you lean back to brace your hands onto his chest he can’t help but take in the sight of your thrown-back head. Your hair was behind you now and he could watch the night sky illuminate the swell of your breasts. He can’t be bothered to feel bad at watching you so vulnerable and unaware when he’s the one to cause it.

With the added space of you leaning off of him slightly, he was able to drag his face across your leaking cunt as if he were a starved animal ripping into a meal.

You feel dirty- for the way your head quickly snaps forwards to watch the way he shakes his head back and forth between your legs. There’s no hiding the mess below you at this point. The twinkling night does little to hide the slick connecting you to him. And you feel yourself leak even worse when his relaxed eyes blink open and he catches you staring at him. When he slows his movements to take in the look on your face.

“Ro- don’t- Rotxo-“

Embarrassment is evident in your voice despite the fact he feels like his face is burning brighter than yours. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re sitting on his face, you’re letting him eat you out.

He wraps his lips around his new favorite part of your body, sucking the nerve into his mouth with a cruel pop. Kissing it after you cry out,

“You feelin' good?”

His words are soft, as you feel his thumb caress the underside of your tail. You only try to sit back down on his face with a wiggle of your hips. Rotxo has finally found a happy middle ground where he felt confident with you, however. Gripping your tail tighter to keep your greedy cunt off of his face.

“Answer me,”

And with his words comes a gentle graze of his sharp teeth against the pulsating sticky skin of your clit. He’s never heard you make the noise that responds to his assault. A cry or a hiss he wouldn’t know- but it was his new favorite sound. He’s only licking you- it’s only at the work of his tongue that your legs are shaking so prettily on his cheeks.

“Yes- yes you know I am-“ You start, “can you keep going now?”

It’s the fake polite voice you use that makes him scoff. He finds it endearing how badly you try to grind yourself against him in the same rhythm he had previously helped you with. But with his grip on your tail, and the punishingly slow strokes of his tongue against your slit you stayed bubbling on the edge. You’ve never been so pliable for anyone before, he thinks. He’s never seen you so whiney over anything.

“Rotxo please!”

Your please is a little too mean. It wasn’t you asking him to make you feel good. You were being bossy and rude. Red face screwed up in frustration as if you had still been scolding him for the fact he wouldn’t hit you. Maybe it’s why his other hand leaves your hip for a second to swat at the fat of your ass.

Between you sidling forward onto his face, and the fact that your pretty little tail wagged across his painfully hardened cock he couldn’t help but moan right into you.

The guttural moan of his deep voice sends a shock wave up your body that has one hand digging into the sand next to his head and the other hand pulling at the mess of curls on top of his head. Maybe he understood your annoyance at his stubborn desire to hold back before. Because right now you are doing the same.

All he wanted was for you to cum. So one hand returned to your pretty tail to help you grind your clit against his face. It was cute how you tensed at the feeling of the tip of his fingers that had risen up against the hole that so willingly leaked all over him. You don’t even give him a chance to ask if you’re okay with it before you sink back into his fingers, ruining the kiss Rotxo had just begun assaulting your clit with.

The sight of spit connecting his swollen lips to your cunt, and the feeling of one of his finger reaching deeper in you than you had ever been able to touch makes you tremble above him. He’s rocking you against his face while he begins an almost punishing assault on your hole.

In his defense, he wasn’t truly aware of how punishing the pace was. The only thing he was focused on was the steady ripple of your ass against his knuckles. So blissfully unaware of how much louder your voice had gotten. The wet sound he was greeted with as he slid a second finger inside you only spurred the speed of his hand more.

“I- I… Ro I feel-”

And he feels the tip of your tail softly lay across his aching cock as though to anchor yourself as you arch forward into his face, thighs trembling. He moans at the ache of his scalp as you pull him into you and he can’t help but open his eyes wide.

Eywa is Rotxo glad he did. He knows he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life- the view of your pretty legs choking him in a vice grip and pussy clenching up on his fingers while you practically scream. You don’t listen to yourself though, not when you’re preoccupied with the sound of him slurping against you. As if he’s never enjoyed something more- and he’s smiling against you as he alternates, scraping his teeth against you, and sloppily kissing you though your orgasm. All while his fingers still slowly curl inside of you.

You feel like you should be embarrassed, panting above him- trying to force oxygen into your deprived lungs and brain. He doesn’t make you feel awkward though. Not even for a second. Not while he’s petting your thigh and smiling up at you between his movements.

“You’re alright?”

The hum of his voice was questioning. You couldn’t help that part of you felt as though he was telling you that you were alright though. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

“Better than alright,”

Your coquettish grin has him pawing at your thighs to scoot you back down off of him. Even though he’s never enjoyed doing something more than taking care of you, the feeling of your tail twitching against the tip of his throbbing cock had raised an unfamiliar pain in his stomach. Besides, the sinful sounds you had been making for him; the pretty dazed face had coaxed you into had made him confident enough to not want to be under you any longer.

You instinctually wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to sit himself up. One arm wrapped tightly under your ass (giving himself the luxury of wrapping one of his meaty palms around the meatier fat of your ass) to keep you from sliding down into his lap until he had sat up completely, and could position you comfortably.

You can’t help but smile at how disheveled he looks. His hair is all askew from you yanking at it and his face is completely blushed and wet from all the effort. The way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile by the time your bare slit makes contact with him is almost mischievous in a way. As if he was expecting the gasp that falls from your lips as he drags you down across the tweng that painfully constricts the parts of him that hadn’t hardened out of it. It finally relieves some of the pressure knotting at the pit of his stomach. You could never wrap your mind around how sitting on his lap could be so calming yet intimidating. You can’t help but reach for the sand covered curls at the back of his head pulling desperately to fill the gap the height difference caused. Wanting nothing more than for him to bless you with another kiss.

Of course, he obliges. He doesn’t think he could ever deny you a single thing now. Not when you’re grinding down onto him while kissing him. Dragging the fabric across the both of you, and Eywa when you run your tongue across his lips with a giggle he has to stop himself from cumming between the both of you.

Feeling the way his tip leaks against your belly button has your heart beating so impossibly fast that the rattling it causes in your rib cage hurts.

“We do not have to do anything else,”

He doesn’t want to remind you. He really does not. He wants nothing more than to sink you down onto him- but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. To feel unsafe. If you had never touched him again he’d have lived happily with this moment like gold in his memory. He thanks Eywa however, when you whine at the insinuation, thread your fingers around his kuru, and your pretty snarl makes contact with his own teeth.

“Don’t make me go and find Ao’nu-”

You don’t even finish your hiss before he swats at your ass again, appreciating the way your skin recoils, and thighs tremble at his sides and for you to yelp into him. How dare you say his name with your hand where it was? Has he been too nice to you these years? Too gentle with you?

“Watch it,”

You had heard Rotxo growl before. Never at you- but you had seen what he was capable of when he did get aggressive with people. Yes, he was a sweet and gentle boy- but he was also rowdy, brawling, and all too bellicose. But because he was normally so saccharine to you, you had forgotten all about the rest of Rotxo. Big, honorable, and strong Rotxo who you had seen slam down elder warriors with years of experience on him like they were weightless. Those same muscular, intricately tattooed arms were now using the fat of your hips and ass to grind you down against him. As if to make up for the cruelty of your words your other hand reaches down, and though you had frustrated him he can’t help but buck his hips into you at the feeling of your hand sliding down the hood of his cock so you could run a thumb across his exposed tip.

“I want you. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Reya makes fun of me for it.”

You don’t know why you whisper to him, you don’t think you had ever been as soft-spoken before.

“I am just stupid-”

And his frustrations leave him at the feeling of your hands loosening around both his hand and kuru. He can’t help but slide his face against yours, slotting his nose against yours. He breaths against your face once before he speaks,

“You are not a stupid girl,” and there’s a kiss placed on your cheek under your eye as one palm raises to cradle the opposite one, “you are at least smart enough to undo a knot, yeah?”

He keeps his usual warm and syrupy baritone voice, yet there’s a condescending undertone to his voice that shoots straight down to your core. It makes your ears flatten against your head, and your eyes widen. He was almost bitter that all it took to intimidate you was to imply he wanted to impale you on his cock. Why did he waste all this time becoming such a revered deep-sea diver and warrior?

“Or are you, pretty girl?”

There’s more jest in his voice; his heart swelling at how cute you were when you weren’t being a menace. So cute in fact that he can’t help but kiss the crown of your head as he watches both of your hands reach down to untie his tweng. He supposes he could have just yanked it down, but he can’t help the rush that flows through him at the sight of you doing it. He swears he’ll ride this high for months- felt like he could fight a nalutsa all by himself.

That’s until he sees you sit up on his knees and realize what you’re going to do- what you want to do. It finally sinks in for him. You want him. Your fingers are on his kuru, your cums on his face- you chose him. Suddenly the sea breeze isn’t enough to keep him from overheating. He’s too aware of the sound of the waves and the sand that covers his back and hair and the fact that-

“Sayrìp,”

His eyes instantly leave your swollen pussy and raise to your face, locking with your eyes obediently. You smile up at him and he’s sure his pupils are as wide as yours.

“Are you okay?”

How can he not be okay when you're kissing his mandible? Teeth teasing against the pulse you’ve risen should drive him to dizzying madness but only acts to ground him back into reality,

“Jus’ cannot believe you’re here with me.”

It gives him a chance to swallow the lump in his throat,

“Who else would I be with, skxawng?”

And you're grasping at the base of him to hold his heavy leaning cock steady; he whines at the sight of your spit drooling past your pretty lips and hisses at the feeling of it plopping against him. He supposes you could use all the help you could get if you hoped to take him.

As you slide the girthy blunt tip against your slit he rewards you with a moan. A deep sound that reverberates against his chest. It makes you all too eager to try and sink down onto the tip.

But Rotxo’s arms are stronger than you and he doesn't want you to do that, so he uses that strength against you. Despite being so giving and nice on the regular, rolling over and letting you boss him around and do what you wanted he was going to mate you the way he wanted to, and you were going to take it.

When the jolt of his hands moving to hold your hips in place makes your pussy flutter against his tip he has to remind himself of that before he loses all of his resolve and pushes you down onto his length in one swift movement. The thought made him cringe. He didn’t waste all this time opening you up for him just to hurt you,

“You going to let me mate you, tsyeym?” He asks

If you think you could roll your eyes without invoking the hunter's wrath you would have. He was acting as though you hadn’t been pulling and tugging on his prettily kept braid since you had first felt his imposing length against you.

“I am not above begging,”

Though you’re chuckling softly in his ear your fingers are dancing down his kuru, and when your finally twirl the ends of his hair covering his tswin around your slender fingers he can’t help but slide just the first couple of inches of him into you. He can’t tell if he feels your fingers caressing his nerves more or the far too-tight ring of your pussy sucking him into you.

“Ma’Rotxo-”

Your free hand braces yourself down on his bicep, digging your fingernails into his flesh as if you’re the one overstimulated.

“Thought you were tough, huh?” He chides, “Wanna fight with me but can’t even take me bullyin’ my cock into ya, huh?”

If you were mean you would have tugged on his braid, giving him a semblance of the perineum sting you felt at the girth of him-

“Don’t be an asshole to me, Rotxo.”

You’re trying to be bossy still and it doesn’t suit the fact that your body feels so pliable in his hands. He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, not when he wants you to be flush against his hips. Not when he wanted you to feel as much of him as you could before he made you feel even more. He feels a little bad that you’re so small in comparison to the Metkayina people. Though an embarrassing part of him loves the idea of spending the rest of his life drilling into your warmth until you’re molded to him he worries about how sore you’d be in the morning. He promises himself that he’d be extra kind to you tomorrow- tend to anything you could want. He will take care of you as a thank you for the way you were about to let him use you.

You couldn’t think of a time when Rotxo hadn’t taken care of you- this felt no different. So when you feel one of his hands caress you on the mission to reach around your body and pull you apart further so that more of him could slide inside all you do is huff and give into his guidance.

“Look at you,”

He sounds winded at the feeling of you clenching against him. You’re surprised he enters as easily as he does. Surprised the pressure doesn’t hurt as bad as you feared it would. Especially when one of his thumbs moves over your clit in soft quick motions,

“Just gotta relax a lil’ more.”

His eyes are fixed down; watching you take him inside of you. He doesn’t even care anymore that the end of his braid is held in your soft hand. He ignores the uncomfortable throb that shoots through it. He only has to endure seconds more of it before he’s rewarded with the slippery plap of your hips meeting. He feels bigger than ever when your hands leave their respected body parts to grab at his cheeks. He’s sure you meant to kiss him but you only managed to moan against his open mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, “Took it all so good.” another kiss,

“Fucking Metkayina- too big,” Of course, you’re grumbling right now. Of course, you have a grumpy little voice even when he’s in your guts.

“You are rude,” one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against him, partially to appreciate your warmth but mostly so he could reach around and grab your own braid.

“Shouldn’t even touch this now, huh?”

His soft eyes give him away, and he knows you know him too well. You know that once you pull his braid over his shoulder that he’d rush to bring yours closer.

You were right of course, he’s quick to hold the bioluminescence of your tswin’s tendrils painfully close to his own. There’s something that makes your stomach tighten painfully at the sight. There was something so exciting about the fact that you were so close to being with him- all you had to do was dip your hand forward. The thought has you rolling your hips down against him to alleviate the throb of your clitoris. It’s all he needs before his other hand leaves your hip to grab your wrist that holds his tswin.

“Look at me,”

You’re so good for him. So obedient when your eyes instantly snap from where your hands almost make you one- to his eyes. He thinks you’re so beautiful. Sultry and warm and so undeniably wild. So easily he gives into the magnetic force that’s been trying to convince him to pull your tswin into his.

He thinks his heart stops at the way your eyes haze over and you melt into him. The way you practically purr as he feels his lap grow wetter. Now you were all of those things- but you were also his.

“Oh, Eywa,”

He feels bad for how roughly his one arm pulls you into him, he feels how much fuller it makes you feel but he has to feel your heartbeat against him. He thinks this is bliss- that he can’t get anything better than this. Then you begin scooting your hips back and forth against his. His hands are too quick to reach for your hair, digging his fingers into it.

The pretty way your face screws up as your pace quickens has him star-struck. The echo of your pleasure tickled his lower stomach. He can’t help but lift his hips to meet yours; the slapping sound of skin as you bounced against him is enough to spur him into near madness. Both of your throats are caught- stunned in silence over the sheer amount of feeling tsaheylu adds.

He feels bad because he knows you feel so good going at your own pace and using him to fill yourself to your heart's content. He can’t focus on that guilt when he has such an uncontrolled need to be on top of you. His hands halting your hips have you confused, and you’re only more shocked when he’s heaving you up and tossing the both of you until your back is against the sand and your hips are hiked on his firm thighs.

He doesn’t even give you a second to take in the change, slipping himself all the way into you in one fluid movement, palms returning to the fat of your hips so he could roll and grind down into you. He loves the way you clench as he rolls across your g-spot. The view is beautiful, and the way your hands reach between your thighs and rub your fingers against yourself for him only drives him further into ecstasy.

“So pretty for me,” He loves how easy it is to make you clench and throb. “My pretty mate,”

His eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce at the power of his thrusts and the way your stomach bulges. He knows if he focuses on your pretty face he’d be finished the way your wide eyes don’t focus on anything and the dark purple stain of your blush. He’s never quite seen your markings glow so bright. He’d never live down finishing before he even got a chance to fuck you properly- before he could really appreciate the view. So he grabs at your hips and wiggles you side to side in an effort to stimulate you further,

“Let me fuck you for real now baby,” and his hand travels up your legs that are bent against your bodies, straightening one leg over his shoulder so he could kiss your calf. How could you say no when he asks so sweetly while he was so deep inside of you?

“Please? Can you please move again?”

He forgot you could be so polite when you want to be. He’s all smiles, starting at a comfortable pace. His speed picked up quickly as he could use your whole leg as an anchor, but he still stays relatively shallow. Just to give you enough time to adjust before he picks up a punishing pace.

He knows he’s fucking you entirely too loud. He knows the way you moan under him is entirely too loud. He knows the nighttime waves aren’t loud enough to drown out what he’s doing to you but all it does is spur him on. He wishes you’d be louder but he knows you have more dignity than he does.

How can he slow down when you’re telling him he’s so good? You’re gasping as he falls forward onto one hand for more leverage. Still holding your hips up by one leg so he could slam into you. The change of position has you dragging sinfully across him and it almost distracts you from the sound of his grunts. It was magnifying seeing him worked up over you- he wasn’t even in a rut and had desired you so deeply.

“Gon- Shit. Roxto 'm gonna cum,”

The way he reacted to your words is what sends you over the edge. The way he hunches over and begins to slam into you while his eyes bore into yours. The sloppy sound of you cumming all over him and your eyes rolling into you head bring him closer more than the feeling of you clamping down on his cock. He didn’t think you could squeeze tighter and it’s embarrassing how easy you make him cum. Just barely enough time to slip out and shoot himself all over you.

He means to hit your stomach honestly, expecting it to pool where you had been slightly folded. Except he had forgotten how worked up you had gotten him- how badly he had wanted to cum in you. The sheer amount that painted your warm stomach and azure boobs should have embarrassed him but the sight of his cum shooting further and globbing on your chin and lips consumes him. You lay half folded under him, grasping onto him while you panted. Covered in his cum. No one could get near you without knowing you were his.

He can’t help but act on his desires and lean down to cage his big arms around you. Running his tongue up your chin and across your lips. You taste the salt on his lips when he immediately kisses you, and at the bite of his teeth, you’re opening your mouth so he can spit him into your mouth.

It should be raunchy and make you feel like a whore but he does it so softly and kisses you so libidinously that the swirl of his tongue against yours has you both purring into each other's mouth.

You’re perplexed at how quickly he’s back to sweet Rotxo. Kissing you gently and caressing skin that just knew the punishing grip of his strength.

He’s tall when he sits up on his knees, and now that he’s not hunched over rutting into you it truly dawns on you just how much bigger he is than you.

He scoffs as he looks around him and you’re almost confused until you watch him lean over to grab both of your bottoms before he’s grinning down at you and scooping his hands under you.

His cheeks hurt from smiling at the sound of you giggling foolishly at him as he heaves you into the air. You're both red-faced and covered in sweat and sand and he can’t wait to walk into the cooling water with you in his arms.

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Headcanons of the Sully brothers dating a Fem! Human

Note: Since I am a sucker of human x na'vi relationships... and also this had been a request in my main account and i just decided to do it here <3 these are so short im so sorry??? and i wrote a whole friends to lovers w lo'ak mb, both of them have my heart

GIFs used are mine

N e t e y a m

If the word "protective" was a person, it'd be him no doubt

Because you're so tiny?? He can literally cover your whole face with his bare hand

Def did it once as a joke to laugh at how tiny you are and you were not amused

But also for him, tiny = needing more protection from the whole pandora world

You tripped over a huge branch once, almost breaking your exopack in the process

Let's say Neteyam nearly had a heart attack dragging you to the lab in camp to get you a "new" one

Everytime you'd go over to their place, he always have to be holding your hand/touching you in some way

Always.

It's to make sure you don't get lost from the crowd of people much much bigger and taller than you, like he described one time "you are like an ant to them, i have to be holding you so you dont get crushed"

Either your whole hand in his fist or his huge hand on your waist guiding you where to go

He knows humans are fragile but he knows you can handle yourself but- he

Just always keeps an eye out for you, always asking if you're feeling anything different or if you want something

You appreciate the gesture tho, he's so caring <3

Now, he knows you're human and he is Na'vi, things are bound to get complicated from there since..

A human, and a na'vi? it was unheard of

But Neteyam doesn't care, as long as he loves you and you love him

He'd do anything for you

Probably let you ride w his Ikran once and he was just smiling like an idiot as you were clinging to him for your whole life screaming

He's obsessed w your touch

I hc he's also touch starved so he has to be touching you in a way

In public, sure its his tail wrapped around your thigh, or his hand always on your back

Just those small subtle touches <33

You'd never want anyone else except him

Seriously would you want anything else??

OH ALSO HIS FAMILY

Tuk was so curious abt you, Kiri and Lo'ak are chill, but you were mostly close w Kiri <33

"Your hair is so nice!!" - Tuk

"Thank you, Tuk!"

Honestly Neteyam would probably b jealous since Tuk is always stealing you from him >:(

But he loves the sight of you bonding w his siblings, it makes your relationship even better, stronger somehow :D

L o ' a k

Boy was probably cautious of you at first

Kiri dragged you to their tent as you were engaged in conversation

Lo'ak was doing something when he heard your voice, making his head perk up

Who were you????

But as time passed you also meet Kiri's siblings, growing a special interest for Lo'ak <33

Soon enough you both find yourselves to be bonding, growing closer as you joined his reckless adventures

Then when Lo'ak realized he was, in fact, growing feelings for you

It had him confused.. And probably became distant w you to make sure what he was feeling was true and it wasn't some kind of stupid spur of the moment type feelings

It led to you being confused as well, why was he suddenly ignoring you all of a sudden? It kinda hurt

Lo'ak then decided to open up to his sister, Kiri, about you after a few weeks

After Lo'ak was done explaining, Kiri smacked him on the head

"Lo'ak you are probably the dumbest person I know at this moment, why don't you just go tell her how you feel!"

Bc Kiri also knows you like Lo'ak but she can't be too obvious

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something."

Oh no

You had feared that you did something that made him this distant from you, or was he going to tell you that your feelings for him were too obvious and that he couldn't be with you because of the obvious difference? Or was it maybe because he just doesn't like hanging out with you anymore-

"I'm sorry I was ignoring you, I did not mean to.. Its just.. Okay here," He hands you a flower almost bigger than the size of your hand, but it was pretty

Wait what-

"That reminded me of you... I like you, (Y/N)"

You took the flower from him and you looked at him before tackling him in a hug, jumping on him.

You look like a koala hugging a tree atp

Lo'ak almost failed to catch you as he was trapped within the hug that he wasn't used to receiving, ESPECIALLY FROM SOMEONE HE LIKED??

That was when he knew you liked him too

NOW ONTO DATING HIM

Now remember when you used to join his reckless adventures in the forest?

You still join him, but you could feel that he was now hesitant w his actions, afraid that you could get hurt from his recklessness

You reassure him that he doesn't have to worry abt you and you could handle it, just like old times

He knows that but STILL

Whenever he spots a scratch on you he'd be taking you to Kiri, asking to put that special ointment that she uses on him and Neteyam whenever they get hurt from doing something stupid

"Put it on her, I don't want it getting infected"

"Wow, since when did you become a doctor, Lo'ak?"

With every adventure you took with him, Lo'ak makes sure to pick up a bead every time to remember the moment

Bc he's going to make you a bracelet w it <33

When he finishes it and he gives it to you, he almost fell in love again w the look of adoration on your face as you thanked him over and over as you hugged him (yes he was carrying you or else you'd be hugging his leg 💀)

You never took it off and you even proudly showed it off in the lab and w his family, making him a blushy shy mess

Took you to ride on his Ikran once and he loved that you weren't afraid, but you were still clinging onto him while admiring the beauty of the Hallelujah Mountains

For Lo'ak, he can handle pda

No, he loves it

In a way he's reminded that you aren't ashamed to be with him and vice versa

He swears he's abt to go wild when you hold his pinky in public

When you both are free and hanging out in the lab he loves comparing hand sizes

And loves having your finger on his face, tracing his stripes

Its the small moments w you two that he treasures the most

He knew that you were the one, even if you were human, nothing's going to stop him from loving you

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asfateentertwines · 1 year

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Neteyam is gay. Like, no doubts about it, man is a homosexual.

That takes him a long time to admit though; his entire identity surrounded being the oldest and a warrior, it wasn't until he reached the Metkayina that he finally had a moment to breath and realize why Ao'nung was so distracting to him

It's like he can finally breathe, not even for the sake of questioning his sexuality and more so cause he finally feels like a piece of the puzzle clicked together

Homie has identity issues galore

It takes Jake back a bit to realize Neteyam is gay though, in part due to internalized earth stuff but also just because he has to admit that Neteyam is a teenager and still feels teenager things in a war

It's him realizing Neteyam only grew up in war, that its already been his childhood

Spider is demiromantic, bisexual, and trans. He has almost zero preference towards gender romantically or physically but feelings take a minute for him to develop. However, when they do, he falls hard

I love trans!Spider but don't use it all the time cause it's a process to work in canon

However, FTM Spider was sort of a clumsy coming out

Na'vi are intersex, it's very fluid, even if some still believe there should be some version of a binary

So no one quite understand why the humans are so strict on their genders or why it's such a big deal for Spider than he is a he and not a she.

He just sort of breaks down with Lo'ak and Kiri who panic and try to fix things. He thinks it's a big thing and no one really gives a shit, he's still the little stray human, but some of the older teens and stuff realize how much he cares and make an effort to make him feel good about it

He worries it'll make him more of a freak but he has a gaggle of siblings, and later friends, who reassure him that they couldn't particularly care less

His coming out is what triggers Kiri's

Kiri is an asexual lesbian who uses she/they pronouns

Unlike the romantic preferences, being asexual is a little bigger of a deal but Neytiri specifically will shut down anyone who gives her baby any shit

Being ace is a bigger thing because there is so much emphasis on intimacy and seeing one another, however, Kiri very passionately proves to anyone that she doesn't need sex to connect with anyone.

Lo'ak has actively gotten into fights to help when people start shit with them

Kiri didn't really have a sexuality crisis though

They just kind of knew, something her brothers are endlessly jealous of

Tsireya is her first crush though

Lo'ak is the one who gets it bad but Kiri admittedly fell hard for her

She was gorgeous and sweet, cared about the environment around them in a way no one their age ever seems to

Plus she stands up for her and Kiri wanted to show her what she sees so bad it made her stomach curl

But she stepped back for Lo'ak, as bittersweet as it was, she felt so good just enjoying the innocent feeling

It just felt good to have normal teenage feelings in the midst of a war

Lo'ak is bisexual, however, he would tell you he is Tsireyasexual

He is one track minded

The most loyal partner ever tho

Like, if you're his person, he is honed in

Being bi was never really a huge thing for him but he was the last one of all the teenagers to come out

He just forgot

He was sitting with Tsireya while everyone hung out and Tsireya pointed out a cute guy to him and they took in the view together while everyone kind of just ??? this is new?

It wasn't, homie really just forgot to tell people

It was a given to him

Funnily enough, he has the same taste as Kiri

Tsireya is not the first girl they both liked

While he is bi, he does lean mostly towards girls

He's a sucker for pretty

It's bad, Tsireya flutters her lashes at him and he'll do damn near anything

A simp (TM)

Tuk is too young rn to really care but when she's older, I think she's pan

People her age are much fewer and she just likes friends

Her first crush is Rotxo's little sister cause she keeps following him to hang out when Tuk is a preteen

She's hella obvious and all of the older ones think it's hilarious to tease her, she's worse than Lo'ak when he first saw Tsireya

She's bringing her shells and little flowers, trying to show off in games and dress pretty

Tsireya and Neteyam take mercy and help her get her act together but nothing comes of it

Once it starts tho she's a hopeless romantic

She has a new crush every other week of her early teen years but never gets to be a better flirt

She's a mini Lo'ak that way

He tries to coach her and says she didn't get it from him but it's obvious

Ao'nung is demi. He leans towards men physically but he is almost as bad as Neteyam in terms of thinking himself responsible for everyone

Tonowari tries desperately to break him of that mindset and Ronal is constantly trying to take pressure off of him but it's just in his nature

So he, like Neteyam, doesn't think about relationships much

He has, however, been a hopeless romantic with a laundry list of brief crushes over the years

He falls hard for Neteyam though when he arrives

Mainly because he finally feels seen, he's a big one on emotional connections

No one at home understands the pressure on him so when Neteyam shows up, shepherding siblings and standing as his fathers right hand, he doesn't know what to do

He tries to cover it up, worried still for the safety of his clan, and scare them off

A little selfish part of him was afraid of the feelings and wanted them gone

Clearly that doesn't work but, once they realize they both like one another, it doesn't take him long to latch on

He and Neteyam become close rapidly and fall into a relationship fast once things are started (a genuine surprise to literally everyone)

A very devoted partner; he learned from his Dad and takes being a good partner seriously

it took him a really long time to feel confident in himself so once he and Neteyam are together, he's devoted to becoming a strong partner to demonstrate a strong relationship to his partner

Metkayina are extremely family based and he will not let them down

Tsireya is pan

She has so much love in her she doesn't know what to do with it

Falls hard and fast, Ao'nung has spent years trying to keep her from falling for everyone who she connects just a little bit with

Actually did have a crush on Kiri too, though she had one on Lo'ak at the same time

Might by poly but she never investigates it

She's very spiritual and spends a lot of time with the ancestors so her partner needs to care too

Like she makes Lo'ak ask the ancestors for their blessing when she accepts his courting

He was scared shitless and got teasingly (?) threatened by her deceased uncle

She cares deeply about helping others to the point of being naive - she has gotten hurt before because of it so she needs some reassurances in relationships

Lo'ak is not her first relationship but he is the first really healthy one

She's prone to trying to fix people honestly, she doesn't get what she puts in a lot

However, when she does, she's a little angel

Gifts, cooking, help; whatever she can do to show her love she'll do

Wants to be Tsahik so she's terrified Neteyam will take the job

He lets her happily, preferring to be a line of defense for his people regardless

Rotxo has no clue what he is

He just knows he likes Spider

He's a giant softie

Like gentle giant himbo vibes but fiercely protective of his family

Very proud of his home and his heritage

He has two moms so sexuality wasn't really a big deal growing up, however, he just didn't really care

He just likes who he likes

He had a bigass crush on Ao'nung for a bit but later realized it was just a deep platonic love

Unlike most of the crew, he doesn't fall easily

Like he has had maybe 2 crushes his entire life

So falling for Spider is a shock

But he's just happy to find his feelings returned

He's a big provider type, likes giving gifts and taking care of his friends

He has a lot of issues about feeling useful and needed; he grew up in Ao'nungs shadow and so feels like he needs to fight to be seen

Hence part of how he and Spider bonded

While very gentle, he's very passionate about being a warrior once he finally feels like he has a reason to be

Does a lot of soul searching after the Sullys come

He still has a lot to learn about himself but feels much more at peace now that he doesn't feel like just Ao'nungs best friend

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ssplague · 2 years

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First - Second - THIRD - Fourth

Based off that chapter in SMASH 💥

👶🏼 Boobie enthusiast Bakugou 🍼 Baby edition

A/N: A good amount of people still share and like my first two “Boobie sucker Bakugou” posts, so here I am giving you a THIRD Installment to make it the tittie sucker trilogy! 😌

Precious baby Kaachan, who may or may not have his normal thought process while in a child size body.

I’ll let you be the judge…

Warnings ⚠️ Reader called Mommy, age regression, infantlizing, feeding without actual lactation, it’s more heart felt than pervy, mommy kink if you squint.

💥If you read it, don’t complain to me about it because you were warned!💥

Mature and morally questionable content under the cut.

🍼 💥 👩🏼‍🍼

Running a palm down the length of your face, it’s with a heavy heart you address the trio beside you; “This is all bad”.

Somehow, Izuku, Uraraka, Momo, and yourself, are the only four people in your class to not get turned into children.

“I guess we have no choice but to care for them until they return to normal” replies the green haired boy.

“Awww look who came and found you y/n” giggles Pink cheeks as she points toward your leg. That’s when you feel a tap on your thigh and look down.

“Is that?” Your question interrupted by a loud, shrill, “MOMMY! UP!”

It most definitely is, not a doubt in your mind, “Katsuki”.

The little blonde boy begins to tear up and pout as you ignore his request.

Then another little boy trots up towards him, coming to stand beside you, his red hair and shark like smile give his identity away instantly, “Kiri-“

BOOM! 💥

Instantly a small explosion hits the newcomer right in the face, baby Bakugou shamelessly sent his miniature best friend flying backwards. Ochako gasped before quickly hurrying over to check Kirishima for injuries. Before you could give little Bakugou a proper scolding, you notice the peppermint haired boy approaching MoMo, “Open, Please?” He holds a candy bar up, pushing it towards the high ponytail having female, “Where did you-Oh never mind here you go” she smiles, handing the now open candy bar to Todoroki. He starts to walk off, but then turns towards you, pulling another candy bar out of his pocket and offering it to you, “You want?”.

“How sweet of you! Yes I-ll-“

🍫 BOOM! 💥

Pieces of chocolate and caramel explode all over you, Todoroki, and Katsuki. “Away!” The little blonde shouts, roughly shoving the peppermint haired boy.

“Izuku, would you please take care of Katsuki while I clean up myself and Shotou?” You help the latter up off the ground as Izuku picks up Katsuki.

Then all hell breaks loose.

“MOMMY!! NOOOOO MOMMY! NO TOUCH HIM!! MY MOMMY!” Little Katsuki is hysterical as he struggles against Izuku, little explosions firing off repeatedly as his over emotional state renders him incapable of controlling his quirk.

“Here let me” says Momo and you silently pass Todoroki to her, “Y/n, why don’t you take Bakugou some place else? He seems to not want you interacting with the others, and we don’t want any more accidents, incase someone does actually get hurt next time”.

“You’re right” you agree, sighing in defeat as you approach Izuku, who was still trying to calm the hysterical Katsuki. “Mommy!” He wails, Little exploding hands desperately reach out towards you, all the while jamming his elbows backwards into poor Izuku’s face. “I’ve got him, sorry about that…” you apologize as you finally pick up the rowdy child. “Little Kaachan doesn’t hit nearly as hard as his normal self, so I’m alright” says Deku as he rubs his face, “He was sure adamant about having you all to himself, wonder if their memories or feelings are still in there somewhere?”.

Katsuki slaps the boy’s hand attempting to pat his head away, with a few threatening pops added in for good measure. If looks could kill poor Izuku would be six feet under, with the terrifying glare he was receiving from his pint sized nemesis.

“Maybe, considering this behavior isn’t too different from the norm..” you look down at the little boy in your arms, who was now looking back at you with stars in his eyes “Ready to go?”. He nods happily before grabbing onto your shirt, and you give your fellow hero in training a nod before saying; “I guess I’ll take him upstairs with me and clean us up, call me if you need me”. As you turn to head back towards the dorms you fail to see the smug look Katsuki’s giving everyone over your shoulder.

You can’t stop giggling as you exit the elevator on your floor, the little boy continues to nuzzle you and in turn his little blonde spikes continuously tickle under your chin and neck. You shift him to the opposite hip as you unlock the door to your room, “You aren’t nearly this cuddly when your older, well unless your sleepy or hor-Yep your little right now, shouldn’t say that”. You sit down on the bed with him, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you once. “Mommy, pwetty” he says before hugging you again “Pwetty, mommy”.

“What makes me mommy huh? You have a mommy, her name is Mitsuki” you try to correct him, he just shakes his head. “No, you mommy, my pwetty mommy” there he goes nuzzling you again, tickling your chest this time.

“Suki!” You cackle, falling backwards on your bed, setting him to the side of you. He starts to giggle too and it’s the most adorable sound you’d ever heard. He jumps on you, eager to be close once more, and you let him lay on you for a little while, contemplating what to do now.

“I guess we should clean up now, we’re both sticky….thanks to you!” You exclaim, taking him by suprise and tickling his sides. The cherubic laughter from your pint sized boyfriend fills your room, and you can’t help but squeeze him as you carry him into your bathroom. Setting him down on the counter, you move to start the water filling the tub and he’s already whimpering “Mommy, mommy, come, come”.

“I’m right here baby, hang on just a second okay?” You adjust the temperature of the water until it’s not too hot, not to cold.

You strip out of your chocolate and caramel covered clothes before walking back over to little Katsuki,

“Your turn mister”.

He gives no hassle as you remove his clothing, sighing happily once you pick him up again. You sit down in the bath with him, leaning backwards to rest against the edge of the tub. The warm water is relaxing as you move Katsuki onto your stomach to keep him from falling under. He plays with the bubbles you’d added, occasionally making little splashes and giggling. It’s a tight fit when the two of you sit In here together with him being normal sized, but you still enjoy it. Usually you’re the one getting babied by your boyfriend, and now it’s the other way around.

“I love mommy”

The words interrupted your train of thought, and you look at the little boy curiously “what baby?”.

“Love mommy!” He pouts.

“Love you too” you smile and he perks up again. You let him play with the bubbles for a little longer before you sit up and start to properly wash both of you off.Since you’re paying attention to the task at hand, you don’t notice the way your little companion seems to be throughly enjoying his current predicament.

“All done!”

Standing up, you shift him to your hip once more, reaching for a towel to dry you two off. Water droplets run down your chest and pearl at your nipples, a tiny mouth moves to intercept them but fails as you set its owner on the counter once more. He starts to whine as you dry him off, getting louder as you start on yourself. Pulling your robe on, you hurry back to him,”I’ve got you, no tears okay? I’m here” you coo as you wrap him in a dry towel and carry him back towards the bed.

It’s getting dark out now, and Katsuki shows no sign of reverting back to his normal size. He is starting to fuss though, so you try laying down with him. This doesn’t stop him; His whines are only increasing in volume as his little fists pull at your robe.

“Maybe Izuku was partially right and he’s stressed out about changing back? Even though he doesn’t necessarily know that’s what’s stressing him out” you think as you try to sympathize with the distressed little one. “Mommy” he blubbers, tears beginning to run down his chubby cheeks, hiccuping as he redoubles his efforts at pulling on your robe “Want”.

“Want what?” You ask, trying to get the answer out of him while you rub circles over his back. “Want…mommy! Wantttt!” He sobs, yanking hard enough to open the front of your robe. Seemingly happy with himself, he doesn’t wait for you to figure it out.

“Hey, what are you-Oh my…”

This little brat wanted your boobs this whole time! Sobbed, wailed, whined, all to get a taste of your tits! “Suki, stop I don’t have anything for you in those” you try and pull him off but he slaps your hands away, tiny palms crackling menacingly, doubling down on his eager suckling on your nipple.

It was a struggle, but you managed to momentarily pry him off your breast, only for his sobs to turn into high pitched screams as he thrashed about throwing a tantrum.

You let your Katsuki do this when he’s stressed out or upset…Its relaxing for the both of you. So is it really such a big deal to let little Katsuki do the same? You lay him back down on your chest and he latches onto the opposite nipple this time. Within seconds he’s calmed down, one little hand rubbing lightly over your flesh as his frequent little sighs tickle you. “You good now?” You ask, hugging his little body to yours, he grunts in reply.

At some point you must have fallen asleep because a soft knocking on your door wakes you up. Luckily, Katsuki is asleep and no longer sucking the life out of your boobs. So you gently lay him down on the bed and readjust your robe, tying the sash tightly as you tip toe towards your door. You open it, sneaking outside to see MoMo holding a foil wrapped plate, “Thought you might be hungry so I brought you this, any changes yet?”. You shake your head, accepting the plate, “Nothing yet, I finally got him to fall asleep, he seemed to be pretty distressed, was screaming his little head off…”.

“Well you must have done something right to get him to go to bed” she offered you a kind smile, which you nervously return “Hopefully everyone will turn back once they get some rest, we got over half of them to fall asleep so far but-“ a familiar wail drowns out her words.

“MOMMYYYY! MOMMY WHERE YOU GO?!”

“Duty calls” you sigh, waving to her as you slip back inside, setting the plate on your dresser. “I’m right here okay? Geez!” Joining little Katsuki on your bed he’s instantly trying to push you to lay down, crawling up towards your chest, beginning to blubber again.

“Here, have at it! Just don’t start screaming again please” you plead as you let your robe fall open, he’s all smiles again “Love mommy”.

“Yeah, yeah sure”

“Could this be a glimpse into the future?” You wonder, arms coming up to hold little Katsuki protectively. His soft sigh ghosts over your flesh as he sucks at you, as content as can be.

Only in that future, your Katsuki would be here with you, smiling down at you and his baby, the proudest papa there could be. A happy little family of three, or four, maybe five-getting a little ahead of yourself now aren’t you? What if the two of you don’t last…Then he’d be sharing this scene with some other nameless faceless woman.

That doesn’t sit right with you, it makes your heart ache so much a literal pain blooms in your chest. A soft whine makes you end that train of thought; Children can pick up on people’s feelings easily, your pain is unsettling this one apparently. “Shhh I’m sorry, just go back to sleep baby, m’not going anywhere I promise” your soft voice makes him relax once again and eventually his breathing evens out.

Your eyes have started getting heavy now, but you just want one last look at the little one asleep on your chest.

He’s been a handful, but he always is…Hopefully one day, the two of you will have to put up with an adorable mixture of the both of you; With an even bigger attitude to match. This makes you smile as you start to drift off, and the last thing you swore you could hear is “I love you mommy”.

It’s hard to breathe…

Feels like this heavy weight has been laid across your chest and now your gasping, suffering from oxygen deprivation.

Forcing the weight off of you, you sit up terrified in bed. Eagerly taking in gulp after gulp of oxygen before you realize something is missing, “Katsuki!”.

“Wha? Fuckin making such a fuss this early in the morning! Go back to sleep” the gruff voice of your boyfriend startled you. Seeing him haphazardly sprawled out on your bed, apparently that heavy weight on your chest had been him. “You changed back” you mumble, more to yourself than him but he opens one bloodshot red eye and growls out “No shit” in response.

“Lay back down like before…was comfortable laying on your tits” he says this with a hint of the same whine you’d heard yesterday. It causes a tightening in your chest, you miss little Katsuki already…soon your sniffling, but you do lay back down and let your Katsuki get comfortable like he was before.

“Aw Don’t cry princess, I promise I’ll give you one of your own real soon” he says, giving you a lecherous grin.

Drying your tears with the back of your hand you can’t help but smile at the mental image.

“I’m gonna hold you to that”

End ❣️

So that’s that, just a little short story off the top of my head. I hope most of you enjoyed it! I’m sure a fair amount of you didn’t, and that’s fine too, just don’t tell me cause I don’t wanna Fuckin’ hear it.

Until next time~

💋

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ghoul-bonez · 10 months

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NEW ONESHOT COMING!!!!!

It’ll be out after I finish posting the main parts of “To You He Feels Like Home” (so Friday/Monday (don’t usually post on weekends, but might make an exception?))! It’s angsty but fluffy and sweet- I’m a sucker for hurt/ comfort 🥰

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Maybe, If I’m Lucky You Will Kiss My Bruises Away…

(Jake Sully x Fem! Metkayina! Reader)

After loosing Neytiri and Neteyam Jake has been struggling to go day to day, struggling to simply survive, but luckily you are there to help.

Sneak Peek-

While you were coping through overworking yourself, pulled in as many directions as you were needed, the children were coping with Neteyam’s loss as well. Tuk was crying a lot, always hanging onto one of her siblings, and sometimes you when you could be around. Lo’ak was sneaking off more, taking time to himself. Kiri seemed to be more distracted than before, spending lots of time with the ilus who seemed to click and chatter comforting words at her that only she could hear.

Jake was not doing as well as the rest of you. He would sit in his marui, unmoving, and just think. What he thought about you didn’t exactly know, but you wanted to know. You wanted to comfort him, to put the negative thoughts to rest, to raise up the positive ones, but you doubt very many thoughts were on the happy end.

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mrslittletall · 2 years

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Angel Sanctuary Re-Read Volume 5

Oh boy, this time I read the whole volume at once, so I hope I can summarize everything. It started a bit confusing with a lot happening at once. The stuff that is happening in heaven is so political... just know that Dobiel who works for Sefie shall kill Rosiel and Sefie is the guardian of Metatron. Okay, that should be it. Let's talk about Setsuna. He and Kato are still on their way and Kato is controlled by the mask. Setsuna sees another girl that looks like Sara, but this time it is a doll, she even names herself doll. She is playing with Setsuna and Kato and the two fight because of the mask controlling Kato's thoughts. In the end, Setsuna has to kill Kato again and is devastated, because he liked Kato. The journey with him was fun. He also learns that Enra, the guy that tasked Kato with killing Setsuna, was pitting them against each other. None of them was meant to return alive. I mean, they are dead anyway, but they couldn't even be reborn if their astral body die. Phew. And then Uriel turns up and fights Setsuna. Setsuna wins and it turns out Uriel got controlled by his own mask. He is Doll's master and she is very fond of him. Uriel tells Setsuna that an angel soul lives in her and the author states that it is Kirie's soul. Back to the heaven. Rosiel's henchmen are collecting orphans from the slums to feed Katan. One girl however manages to get through to his heart when she confesses that she also ate an angel in order to not starve. Let's go back to Hades. Setsuna learns that Sara indeed was with Uriel, but she got collected by Zaphikel and brought to heaven. You remember Zaphikel, the blind angel who always hangs around with the young Raziel? Yeah, him. Setsuna could just leave and go to heaven, but he learns that his Alexiel powers sealed Kato in the weapon that Kato was wielding and Setsuna could save him with one of his feathers.

Of course Setsuna does this and I personally LOVE the following chapter. We see Kato's memories in a cinema while he is shackled to his seat. We learn that Kato was heavily abused by his father. The only person who liked him? His older sister, but he hated her instead, because she got the whole good treatment from their dad. We learn several tings... Kato's first name is Yue and his father gave it to him because it means "an early death" and also that Kato is a child from a fling. No wonder his father hated him, but still, what a JERK! The child was not at fault for your wife cheating, you asshole! Kato started to be a delinquent, taking drugs and beating up people, not even coming when his big sister married. He is full of doubts and thinks he deserves his punishment. But Setsuna tells him that he is strong. And then he shows Kato his sister on the eart where time still stands. She kept a lot of photos and Kato sees that his sister truly loved him and ... he manages to accept Setsuna's feather and come back. I am a sucker for stories like this. Back in heaven Rosiel is finding out that Katan wants to leave with Tiara, the angel girl that Katan didn't eat. Tiara says that Katan cannot awaken because of his inner conflict, so they have to go away so that he can feel free again. Rosiel is more than upset and wants to kill Tiara, but Katan protects her. And in Hades? More shenanigans with Kato, Uriel, Doll and Setsuna. All pretty funny, until Uriel asks Setsuna to kill him. Because he loved Alexiel and he was the one who cursed Alexiel to be reborn again and again. Setsuna however? Doesn't do it. Instead he wants to know who the man is that Alexiel loved (it wasn't Uriel of course). The answer is quite shocking, but all we know is that it is the one that no angel is allowed to love... Also, for most of the world building to be based on the bible and catholicism, Hades was pretty greek and north inspired. I mean, yeah, with a name like that ^^ Lots of north and greek folklore in this place. Oh, Uriel is the angel of earth btw. Forgot to mention it. I think that was all...

#little reads stuff #angel sanctuary #incest cw

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redxriiot · 4 years

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Listening to Doubt Comes In to get in the mood for a certain reply is just Gold.

#//Digs at the Kiri muse right where it hurts #;mun has spoken #//I am a freakin' SUCKER for the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice #//And that song in particular hits the feels every dang time #//It's a nice inspo for tension-filled threads in general; or ones where he's hesitating #//A myth-based scenario would be so good though #//if not an outright au #//Then Kiri striking a deal with a villain after he's been captured along with his significant other or even a friend #//My personal favorite to picture is Tamaki or Kaminari #//Bc you got Kiri who can't look back at them until he's out of the villain hideout; or else the villain has someone mortally wound them #//And he's forced to walk with them behind him; silently; praying the villain is keeping their words on letting them go if he can succeed #//Hoping that the footsteps he hears behind him really ARE them and not some thug that'll shoot him in the back when he turns around #//That they really WILL make it #//But then he doubts himself. Doubts the villain's promise and challenge. Doubts his loved one is behind him #//And ends up SCREWING THEM OVER BC HE CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE #//The final exchange in the song? *chef's kiss* PERFECTION to portray his last moments with them; reaching out desperately #//In spite of the inevitable consequence of him breaking his end of the challenge bearing over them #//But for a few seconds; he has them; looking at him in grief and fear; but he HAS THEM. He can SEE THEM #//And then is forced to WATCH as they take the brunt of the consequences of his failure #//Delicious; that's some good fuckin' ANGST right there #//Literally everyone @ me: Hey; Allie; can you lighten up?#//My answer? No. No; I cannot #plot ideas #//There; that is now saved so I can WRITE THIS SHIT SOMEDAY

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lizandbo · 3 years

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denki thoughts/ headcanons

- i think denki would try to have a fish

- ok.. a fish..what could go wrong, ya just have to fucking feed it and basically watch its death each day

- but ya know this sucker is gonna electrify the poor fish

- also no doubt the Fish is names either mr. bubbles or fishytails pt2

- or someone from bubble guppies

- speaking of bubble guppies, he loveddddd that show

- but now he just watches spongebob

- the classic

- anywayXD

- does like to prank people, but now bakugo cuz he almost got blown up on sight to the point he doesnt even remember his mothers name

- but! He does do the thing when you open the door a bucket of ice come in yo face

- yeahhhh thats his favorite prank to do one people

- he loves doing it to kiri cuz like he just has his hair done but now its all messed up BECUASE OF FUCKING DENKI

- yeah kiri aint having a good day anyday

- all i have been talking about is water or/and fishes??? Wtf

- screams like a little girl in horror movies

- like, glass shattering and bloody ears type of scream

- holds onto to you like there is a three headed dog ready to launch at him through the fucking tv

- please dont go for a date to the movie theaters and pick a horror movie

- please please please I’m begging you

- also speaking of movie theaters, ya know when guys are tryna be hot and stuff? like grabbing a piece of popcorn and just flipping it like a coin into its mouth?

- but he just completely fails

- he just wants to make you both happy and have a lighted mood

- but it’s brighter now because your both laughing into the fucking nasty ass floors from how he was trying to impress you

- i see him having LED lights into his room

- well at least in his old bedroom sinice they moved into the dorms

- he would like it blue or teal

- FIGHT ME

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peachy-inserts · 4 years

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kirishima falling for someone/relationship hcs

request: Hawks, kirishima and bakugo falling for someone/relationship headcanons pwetty pwease? *pleading bird eyes"🐓 warnings: none a/n: holy cow these are CRAZY late. i am so very sorry!! i hope these are long enough, it’s been over a month since ive written anything

Kirishima for starters is a hopeless romantic; just like his manly persona, it’s something he’s passionate about and romanticizes to great extent, meaning he’s able to go into a relationship with high hopes and just as high expectations

So when he falls for someone, he spends a great deal of time contemplating whether or not he cares deeply enough to dive straight in the way that he does. Often times though, he’s sure of his own feelings and willing to give it a chance

When he first begins a relationship with you, he definitely wants to be the one to make the first move; it’s manly! There’s a lot of pining on his end, but for the most part if would be difficult for you to even tell there had been a shift in emotions

That being said, it’s really a bit of a shock when he asks you out like it’s nothing, as if you had seen it coming and it was something casual. Although, while his tone is confident something about his expression says otherwise. He may be bold and have thought it through, but that doesn’t make him immune to doubt

One thing to get straight is that Kirishima only goes into relationships that he thinks will be long term. No phone numbers at the coffee shop, no puppy love crushes with him. If he doesn’t already get along with you, then there’s no chance of him ever picturing himself with you

By the time he finally accepts his own feelings and confesses to you, he’s already planned your wedding; he’s an absolute sucker and a big old softie, but it can come off as clingy at times

Although he feels crazy awkward in the beginning of your actual relationship, he does his best at putting on a show. If it’s uncomfortable, then he’ll find something else to do, something to bring up, something to show you. Sometimes distractions are the best ways to bond. Besides, if you won’t share experiences together then how will you ever make memories?

Dates with Kirishima are spontaneous and adventurous. As soon as he thinks of or sees somewhere that piques his interest in the slightest, he’s pulling up your contact to ask if you’re free

They’re really just all over the place. Sometimes you’ll go to dive bars, pop up exhibits, go karting, or just for a walk in the park. Hell, he’ll even try to convince you to go bungee jumping over the weekend

This man also happens to be a giant teddy bear who will always end up giving you your way just to see a small smile or the way your eyes light up, even if it’s just for a second

He is in CONSTANT need of love and affection and if it’s not being given to him then he will seek it out. Expect to never be alone from now on; even when you’re gone for a few minutes he gets ‘bored’ and tracks you down, always attached at the hip

It’s like having a toddler honestly

Everything he does is with great consideration though, as spontaneous as he can be, and it really makes you question just how his mind works or is able to even comprehend his own thoughts. If you’re someone who needs their space, he’s more than happy to distance himself so that you’re comfortable

He also happens to be the biggest showboat, in several ways

Kirishima is the type of boyfriend who has an entire folder filled with pictures of their s/o and frequently shows them to people, often unwilling. Expect to be pulling him out of establishments by the arm because he’s so caught up in telling the cashier about how much he adores you

He also likes to show off to you, oftentimes by literally flexing. Yeah, he’s that guy (although I’m sure you don’t mind)

He’ll also randomly toss you over his shoulder, pick you up bridal style, or grab you buy your feet just to piss you off/tease you

As for jealousy, we all know that deep down he feels a bit inferior, which is part of why he’s so bent on improving his own self. He’s confident that you’d never do anything behind his back or anything that would hurt him, but can’t help but feel a little bit insecure when someone is making you laugh a little too much, smile a bit

more than he had been able to elicit from you today, and so on and so forth. He’s likely not to act on it since nobody’s really done anything wrong, but if caught could use some reassurance

Kiri would bring you around his friends a lot, wanting them to be just as important to you as they are to him and you just as important to them as he is. While he loves them, he’s the type of person that would put you first and judge others based on their views on you. Feel free to lecture him for it.

I can’t say this enough but he, despite his flaws, is literally the sweetest ever. Always coming up with new nicknames, trying to make you giggle, doing anything and everything in his power to see to your emotional wellbeing and out of everyone I’ve done these hc’s so far is by far the most protective, even to a fault

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Like these hcs? Find the same prompt for:

hawks.

bakugou.

todoroki.

aizawa.

#kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #kirishima hcs #kirishima imagine #bnha insert #mod josie #kirishima #hcs #headcanons

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kiribaku-queen · 4 years

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Home [4/10]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader

Fluff, angst, werewolf!au

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Opinions and comments are always welcomed! I love when you guys share your feelings on the chapter, it makes my day!!! Maybe we can start a conversation in the comments?!?!? Read till the end for another author’s note! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Warning: cursing, unfaithfulness (this bitch)

Summary: Being called the beauty of the clan isn’t as nice as it sounds. The beauty of the clan is supposed to exude confidence, power, and well, beauty. You were quite the opposite, only possessing one of those traits. Yet, the older you got, the more you fit into the role you were given. After your brother and all the boys of age come back from their training period, it was time to find a mate. But who will steal your heart? Is it Bakugou, the rising leader of the pack, or is it Kirishima, the personal guard and the strongest in the pack? [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

“Would you like to join for dinner?”

Kirishima stood still, staring blankly at you. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did he hear that right? You wanted him to have dinner with your family? It wasn’t the first time he stayed for dinner but he definitely wasn’t expecting such a request right when he came back. If anything, if he was invited to dinner, Bakugou was right by his side. But not this time. When he didn’t say anything, you jogged over to him and tugged on his shirt.

“Please? That would make me feel better. If you’re worried about food, don’t worry! My mom made plenty. Bakugou was supposed to join but he got busy so you can just take his spot!” Ouch. So he was just a replacement? You didn’t want him there. You weren’t even thinking about him. Bakugou isn’t here, but because he just so happened to show up, he took his spot. That realization brought his mood down completely, but he would never let you see that. To you, he would always be your best friend. The one who always brought a smile to your face in any situation. The one who checked up on you even when you told him not to. The one to saved you first the day you guys first met. The one you can always count on to be by your side. And to him? You were the one that took his heart the moment he laid eyes on you. But he would always only be a friend. But when was he ever going to get the chance to be around you like this again? No Bakugou in the way. Just you and him… and your family, but that’s besides the point. Taking advantage of the situation, he agreed and joined you and your family for dinner.

Dinner say fun and uplifting as expected. Having Kirishima around was always a good time. He knew how to make you laugh and always got along with your brother and your parents. All throughout dinner, Sero and Kirishima would tell their stories about training. From running laps up and down a mountain all day to having pushup competitions to gossiping about each other’s love lives. Everything that was coming out of their mouths was so interesting and you wished you had experiences like them. Even when they are telling their crazy, out of this world stories, they were stuffing their faces at the same time. Food flying everything, causing your mom to scold both your brother and your best friend. It really never was a dull time with the ones you loved. Speaking of loved ones, your mind wondered to Bakugou and what he could possibly be doing. Was he arguing with his father? Was he working out of vent his frustrations? Was he talking to Uraraka? Uraraka… you needed to have a talk with her. Maybe it was a misunderstanding? She couldn’t have possibly known you were in a relationship with him. You were spacing out now, all up in your feels and it could be seen on your face. Sero looked at you with worried eyes.

“(y/n) are you okay?” he asked. Your eyes snapped up at his and felt a little guilty. He was trying to tell you guys about his time away. You missed him, as did he. And when he’s finally back, you space out? Now’s not the time to be thinking negative. Sero is here. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy the moment… You shake you head and give your brother a weak smile.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second. What were you saying?” you quickly tried to steer the conversation away. Sero had his doubts but continued on with that he was saying, reminding himself to bring it up later when everyone was asleep.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the awkwardness, “so I put Denki in a choke hold right? And when I think I’m winning, he just-” Sero continued his story which caused your parents to roll over in laughter. You weren’t that into the story so you just gave a small laugh. You looked over at Kirishima and he was staring right back, giving you the same eyes as Sero did. He was worried about you. He knew you were still thinking about the whole situation with Bakugou. You tried to give a reassuring smile but when it wasn’t convincing, you just had to look away. The emotion in Kiri’s eyes was too deep. You felt like if you continued to stare at him, you would start crying.

After dinner, you escort Kirishima to the door. He looks down at you, again with those sad, worried eyes.

“You gonna be okay by yourself?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I have Sero,” you reassured but Kirishima only frowned in that response. But knowing your stubborn personality, he couldn’t fight you. Plus, he needed to be back by Bakugou’s side as his personal guard. He was gone for a little too long.

“Fine,” he leans in close, his face just inches from yours. Blush rushed to your cheeks. You wanted to back away but his eyes were so mesmerizing. Has Kirishima always been this handsome? “Just remember that I’m one call away. One call and I’ll be here, right by your side. Don’t hesitate, okay? Even when your feel just a tad bit sad, call me. Promise?” He was so serious. Your heart warmed knowing that you have someone by your side who really cares about you.

“Okay, I promise,” you gave a half smile, still staring at his mesmerizing, red eyes. He clicked his tongue, not satisfied with your answer.

“Not so fast,” he stuck his pinky finger out, waiting for your action. “I need to make sure you actually promise. Seal it,” he said. You laughed at his antics. You haven’t done this in a while. You stuck out your pinky finger, linked your pinkies together, and moved so that your thumbs were touching, making it a double pinky promise. Once these promises were made, you can’t back out of a promise.

“I said seal it,” he continued. You look at him confused, cocking your head to the side. All of a sudden, he pulls you in, your pinkies still connected. As if you guys weren’t close enough before, he managed to get even closer. Now he was centimeters from your face… and dangerously close to your lips. “Did you forget already? You need to seal it with a kiss,” he explained which caused you to become really flustered. Your face was beat red and you were at a loss for words. Kirishima burst out laughing seeing your expression. You were so easy to tease. He only half meant those words but that was his attempt in making you feel better and forget about your problems. It sure worked because all you could think about was Kirishima. As Kirishima was coming down from his high, he ruffled your hair and placed his hand on the back of your head.

“I’m kidding. Get some rest and don’t forget about our promise! But I expect a kiss next time!” and with that, he ran off into the distance, turning around once to give you one final last wave.

You closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. Well that was something. You made your way to your room, passing the living room on the way. Sero just so happened to be sitting on the couch, one arm spread out, resting on the back of the couch while the other hand had an ice cream cone.

“Sooooo,” he started to say which halted in your footsteps. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know!” You groaned and continued to your room. Not before Sero jumps up from the couch to follow you and pesters you to no end. It was going to be a long night.

Accepting the fact that Bakugou was engaged to another woman was hard. Especially when said man insisted on seeing you every day, despite his ‘fiancée’ knowing. You would be at his family’s house from morning to night, Bakugou always by your side. E You would be feeling high on euphoria if only it weren’t for Uraraka watching everything that you do.

To make the marriage work and for Uraraka to rightfully fulfil the role as the alpha’s mate, she must know every nook and cranny of the town. From where everything is in the town to knowing how things run within the elites, she must know it all. Thus, she has followed Bakugou around wherever he goes. She has no shame even following him when he’s with you. This annoys Bakugou to no end. There are times when he’s ready sucker punch her to the next 10 clans, using as much fire power as he can. But he’s trying his fucking hardest to keep his cool because he’s with you. You never liked when he would burst into angry fits so you conditioned him to think before acting. But Uraraka was crossing a very thin line.

You didn’t notice it at first. You were ecstatic to have Bakugou. His smell, his warmth and his embrace… it was everything you remembered and more. He would kiss you more often, even in places where it wasn’t as appropriate. Sometimes he would pin you against a wall in the hallways and kissed you with all the passion in his body. If he was really feeling it, then he would lift your legs so that they were wrapped around his waist. Because it was such a public space, he would be looking around to make sure that no one was coming. Good, because you were on such cloud 9 that you had your eyes closed the entire time.

You didn’t notice it at first. You loved when he showed affection. It could be hand holding, kisses on the forehead, or the ruffle of the hair. You were a sucker for physical touch. Every time he touched or held you, you would simply melt in his arms. His touch comforted you in so many ways. There would be times when you two would be walking around town or within the house and all of a sudden, just hug you from behind, digging his nose in your neck. Or when he would pull you close, placing you in between his muscular arms. These actions were always out of the blue but it just brought a smile to your face. He must have really missed you if he was constantly touching you or getting close to you. But it didn’t matter because you missed him just as much. You will take any chance you can get to be as close as possible to him.

But you didn’t notice anything at first. When he was looking around to make sure no one was coming your way when you guys were making out, he was acting staring right at Uraraka. She was watching and he was making sure of it. When he was randomly giving you affection, he only did that so that Uraraka would see. He was being territorial. He was trying to prove to her that you were his but for some reason, that didn’t sit well with you. It was like he was forcing himself to do these actions to prove a point. The more you started to notice, the more he was looking in her direction. During dinners or during training, you would catch him looking at her. And if you weren’t mistaken, she would also be looking at him. You would look back and forth between them, your chest tightening each time. What was this interaction? What was happening between them when you weren’t there? This has been going on for a while and with each passing day, you started to lose hope. You started to lose hope that Bakugou was still in love with you. And with each passing day, slowly but surely, you two were drifting apart.

He wasn’t asking you to come over anymore. He questioned you when you showed up, unannounced. He wouldn’t hold you like he used to. No more kisses. No more hair ruffles. No more ‘I love you’s’. He would be distracted when you two were together. Need I name more? But enough was enough. The heart break was too much. When Bakugou was out on patrol with Kirishima and a few others, you marched your way to Bakugou’s place, knowing that Uraraka was there, relaxing and not worrying about a thing.

“We need to talk,” you barged in, seeing her shoot up from the couch.

“(y/n)…” she breathed out, clearly surprised by your actions. As she opened her mouth to speak again, you swiftly went to sit across from her, a coffee table separating you.

“Explain to me what your relationship with my boyfriend is,” you demanded, trying hard to hold in your anger. A black mist could be seen starting to form around your body. It was a light mist, barely could be seen, but you knew it was there. When you quirk activates when you’re sad, it only affects you and attacks you. But when your mad, that’s when the black ghost is able to manifest itself onto other people. And right now, you were getting pissed. Uraraka cleared her throat and leaned back in her seat.

“Katsuki is my fiancé,” she explained simply which made your eyebrow twitch. You gawked at her response. How dare she use Bakugou’s first name. Were they really that close? Only you were able to call him that… because he never let anyone call him that.

“Arranged fiancé. The way we feel each other is not going to change so I hope you know where your place lies. Don’t stick your nose in where you’re not wanted,” you warned, glaring daggers at her. But she didn’t flinch.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet,” she says. That caught your attention. She takes a sip of her drink that was in front of her and sets up back on the coffee table. “I may not be wanted yet, but I will do anything in my power to insure that our two packs are successfully joined. And if that means getting in between your relationship, then I’ll do it,” she glares right back at you. You scoff.

“How dare you. Out of everybody, it had to be my boyfriend. I thought we were friends. I helped you when you first came here. We did everything together! And this is how you repay me? Do you not feel any sympathy at all?” Fuck, you could feel yourself starting to tear up. Your throat started to burn from holding it in. You were standing now, emotions overtaking your body. You were so emotional that you had to release that somehow. And sitting was not an option.

“(y/n), I hope you know that you are being very selfish right now. I am doing this for the greater good of our clans! And all you’re concerned about is your feelings?” she, too, stood up furious. At this point, you were both glaring at each other, not saying a word. Honestly, what could you say? She was right. You were being selfish. But was it so wrong that you wanted to be selfish for once? He was your everything. He was always there for you. All you knew was him. Anger continued to build inside of you, this time at a faster rate. Now it was really hard trying to control your quirk. There was one question that you were itching to ask. And if you didn’t ask now, you would never know the truth and it would haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Do you… like him?” that question was so hard for you to ask, but you had to do it. To put your mind at ease a little. Sure, she might be doing this their clans but was there an alternative reason?

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. Confident even. “I like Bakugou Katsuki.”

“You bitch…” you breathed. And in that moment, you blinked once and your face and hair was soaked. Uraraka had threw her drink at you. You looked at her in shock to see her eyebrows completely furrowed, her lips curled up into a snarl, eyes turning red.

“Don’t you ever call me that,” she said through her teeth. That was the last straw. Your quirk was fully activated, completely putting you out of the zone. With full force, Black ghost lunged forward towards Uraraka. Quick on her feet, she was already in a fighting position, ready to battle. But right before Black ghost could even touch her, the door slammed open.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Bakugou shouted, his voice dooming in his home. You were sure everyone in the clan could hear him, that’s how loud he was. His voice immediately takes you back to reality, Black ghost disappearing within you. Bakugou was stood at the door, fire bursting through his hands. Kirishima was wide eyed behind him. He stomped towards you two and putting himself in between so that another fight doesn’t break out. Immediately, he looks at you but in a way you weren’t expecting. They were filled with so much anger. Like they were directed at you. His canines were showing, expressing how angry he truly was. You backed up a bit, staring back at him.

“Katsu,” you started to say but was quickly shut down by him.

“Explain,” was all he said. His tone was harsh and aggressive. He had never talked to you like that. Even when you were arguing, it never got to that point. But now that is has, it hurt. It hurt so much. He wasn’t he Bakugou you knew anymore. You didn’t answer him. With a single tear running down your cheek, you turned around and stormed out of there.

“(y/n),” Kirishima gently called out to you, trying to grab your arm as you passed by him. But you were too engrossed in anger and sadness that you shoved him off and pushed right past him. You had to get away from there. You needed to go somewhere, but where? It didn’t even matter. Anywhere but here because it hurt all too much.

You were sat at the end of clan territory, which happened to overlook a body of water. Sometimes when you wanted to run away from your problems, you came here. Looking at the waters and hearing the waves crash helped you clear your head. You sighed when you heard the rustling of leaves and a new scent filled your nose.

“How did you find me?” you asked, still looking at the water. The bright, red haired man poked his head out of the bushes and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Its not hard to track down your scent,” he admitted. He got up and took a seat next to you. There was a few minutes of silence, both of you looking out towards the water. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. You just shook your head. Every time you think back to what happened, another part of your heart breaks. The wound was still too fresh.

“What are you doing here. I just want to be alone,” you said, bringing your knees up to your chin, resting them there.

“Being alone is no fun. Besides, I needed to make sure you were safe,” he says, mimicking your actions. If Kirishima was here, then that means Bakugou is still with Uraraka. He was your boyfriend and he’s not the one to check up on you? Pathetic. You sigh, making Kirishima look at you, a frown on his face.

“You’re disappointed,” he says. You look up at him. “You’re disappointed that I’m not Bakugou.” He says indefinitely. Your silence gave him his answer. Silence overcame you guys once again, until he spoke up again.

“You should talk to him,” now that’s not the words you wanted to hear right now. You rolled your eyes and tilted your head to the side so that you didn’t have to look at him. He scoots closer to you to get your attention. You tried so hard to not to pay attention to him but that was difficult because it was Kiri. “C’mon, you know that this isn’t the way to solve anything. You’re better than that. Talking to him now is better than doing it later,” he laid down his wisdom. You rolled your eyes one more time but you knew he was right. Reluctantly, you let him drag you back to Bakugou’s place.

On the way to finding Bakugou to talk, you were still pretty upset. And Kirishima knew that so he tried to make you smile in anyway possible. When he tells you he has an infinite amount of ways to make someone laugh, he wasn’t joking. There were times when you tried so hard to not laugh because you were in a mood, but it would slip out from time to time. As you turned a corner, you spot a sight that had you wide eyed and mouth hung open. You were in so much shock that you couldn’t cry. Kirishima turned the corner right after you and when he saw that made you react that way, he quickly pulled into his chest, his arms engulfing your body to shield your eyes.

“Don’t look,” he whispers lowly against your scalp, his hand protectively holding your body while the other held the back of your head. But it was too late. You already saw them kissing.

A/N: Hi readers! Sorry this was a long one. As I am continuously working at this series throughout the weeks, I am having a hard time on who the reader should up with. I would be really grateful if you guys would let me know who youre rooting for! TeamBaku or TeamKiri?! If votes are split, maybe there might be two endings?? HELP ME DECIDE! Lots of love~ and always, thank you for reading and supporting!

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“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Provisional License Exam & Aftermath, The Boys Are Fighting And Everything Hurts

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Additional content warning for bad communication, emotional breakdowns and general anxiousness. Chapter 9.

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“Oi. Kiri.”

Another heap of sugar goes into Kirishima’s mug. He stirs a bit, then licks caramel-sweet goodness off the spoon. Perfect. With a content hum, he leans further into the embrace of his favorite armchair.

“Mmyeah?”

Across from him, Bakugou sips his own coffee. Looking all kinds of cozy from his perch by the window, shoes off, U.A.’s uniform narrowed down to just the shirt and pants. Only Iida and Momo have made it down to the common room yet, yawning their way through breakfast with last-minute notes spread out over the kitchen counter.

Their quiet conversation is mere background noise for them. It’s a familiar enough routine that neither duo exchanged more than acknowledging nods before settling into their preferred corners.

Bakugou toes the wood of the windowsill with socked feet, hands calm around his mug. His gaze idles on a group of sparrows outside.

“By this time tomorrow, we’ll be heroes.” Soft-spoken, the words nonetheless sound as solid as ever.

“Provisional ones”, Kirishima reminds him, a mix of excitement and nerves making his leg bounce, the carpet underneath ruffling with the motion. There’s still an exam to pass between then and now. “But still. Licensed and everything.”

“Mh”, Bakugou breathes into his coffee. He sends Kirishima a wry look over its rim. “Nervous?”

Thinking on it for a moment, Kirishima smiles. “Nah, not really. We worked our asses off for it. Like, we totally got this.”

Bakugou’s smirk comes swift and it stays: a dare for the world to do its worst, a promise to come out on top despite it all. Kirishima offers him his fist and Bakugou meets him in the middle, used to the gesture by now. Sparks crackle over rock-hewn skin.

“Damn right we do.”

The names flicker on the screen and Kirishima searches.

K, K, Ki, Kiri– There! Kirishima Eijirou.

“Hell yes”, he cheers, the doubts clinging to his heart dropping all the way to his feet. The second he’s got his phone back, he’ll scream-yell a voice message to his moms – finally, finally, Red Riot will exist out there. In reality, not just his wildest dreams.

Automatically, Kirishima jumps to the beginning of the list.

B, Ba, Baku–

Next to him, Bakugou sucks in a breath. That, more than anything, brings his head crashing from the clouds and straight to the ground, to the spot on that list where Bakugou’s name should be but isn’t. Kirishima frowns, his eyes scanning the row starting with B one more time.

“Dude, what…?” No Bakugou Katsuki. “No way.”

One glimpse, that’s all he gets. One glance at Bakugou’s face and that expression Kirishima recognizes from the longest night of his life, that déjà vu of devastation and loss a sucker punch nailing Kirishima right in the gut–

Before he can reach out, it’s gone. Bakugou grits his teeth and juts his chin up, and any trace of it is replaced by anger. Cold, lethal, seeping into squared shoulders and brows drawn deep enough to cast his gaze in shadows.

“Katsu–”

A harsh tch interrupts him, followed by a softer “Congrats, Riot” mumbled in Kirishima’s direction. Bakugou won’t meet his eyes, though, and when Kirishima’s fingers brush Bakugou’s, he crosses his arms instead.

“Thanks”, Kirishima mumbles back, all thoughts of celebrating dead and gone. He doesn’t try to reach out again.

1-A spills into the common room as one, smiles and laughter all around. The air previously heavy with anticipation now carries only relief, that clean petrichor taste that follows a downpour at the height of summer.

Despite the stone weight of worry in his stomach, Kirishima laughs along with them. He leans into the lanky arm Sero drapes across his shoulders and returns the fist bump Jirou offers him before Kaminari tackle-hugs the three of them towards the couches.

“Smash tournament! Now!”

“It is our last night off before the new term”, Jirou supplies with a shrug. A thoughtful look is cast towards Bakugou, turning sly as it meets Kaminari’s. “Though, may I propose: Rock Band?”

“Ohhh”, coos Sero, joined by an enthusiastic nod by Kaminari. “Whoo yeah! U.A.’s best fake guitarist, reporting for duty!”

Kirishima loves his friends, he really does. If there’s one thing Bakugou has consistently enjoyed during their hangouts, it’s violently crushing them via the e-drum set he brought from home. That thing shows some serious signs of wear, too, the silicone cover warped or even torn in places.

(The high score list features his name like five times before their resident runner-up – Shouji, surprisingly – even makes an appearance, additional limb advantage and all.)

“I’m in. Wanna duo, Jack?” Jirou gives Kirishima a thumbs-up from where she’s already setting up the microphones. He turns around. “Nitro, you–?”

Bakugou isn’t next to him anymore. Before Kirishima can ask, he hears Mina call out, “Blasty, where are you going?”, and follows the question to Bakugou’s turned back clearly headed for the elevators.

“Room”, Bakugou answers, clipped, rough. The glare he throws over his shoulder might as well be lines of caution tape fluttering in the wind, storm sirens howling in the distance. Keep out. “Have fun playing your shitty game.”

Kirishima sees the hurricane about to hit a second before Mina makes a grab for Bakugou’s wrist, determination shining in black-rimmed eyes. “It’s Rock Band”, she tells him, meeting the snarl on Bakugou’s face with stubborn compassion. “You love Rock Band.”

“What do you know, hah?” Bakugou snaps, tugging away. “Fucking– Get off me!”

Mina’s grip tightens, Bakugou’s hand is raised – familiar, so familiar, that glint of rage in blood-red pupils – and Kirishima is on his feet, pulling Mina behind himself to shield her from an explosion that never comes.

It’s a close call, though. Kirishima feels the heat coming off Bakugou’s palm, the wince he tries to hide when he clenches it to a fist instead.

“This isn’t your fight, Shark Teeth. Back off.”

“Bakugou.”

Firm, resolute. Kirishima’s voice is like volcanic glass: smooth on the surface, jagged around the edges. There’s a warning in there, too, his jaw clenched just as tightly as Bakugou’s. “Not cool, man. Mina’s just trying to help.”

Bakugou huffs at the mere notion of that. “Well, Mina can fuck right off. I don’t need shit from any of you.”

The truth is: Bakugou is different with Kirishima, he’s always been. Even now Kirishima can see him shift his weight, change gears in his mind, the door so firmly shut for others left ajar for him.

Bakugou only listens because it’s Kirishima speaking and he hates it, sometimes. Like his word counts above everyone else’s when it doesn’t, it shouldn’t.

“Look, I get why you’re pissed off but it’s not our fault, either. Alright? There’s no point in acting like this, dude.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow, that sliver of a chance snuffed out of existence. A vicious sneer takes its place. “Acting like what? Like myself? Give me a break.”

“Guys”, Mina cuts in, sounding meek, uncomfortable. Bakugou doesn’t get to do that, not when he’s proven he’s better than that, time and time again – not when he’s careful with his quirk, when he’s stopped hiding that genuine smile that’s getting less and less rare, when he helps and soothes and pretends not to care and cares so fucking much.

Around them most of the class shuffles along, hovering on the sidelines. Kirishima can feel the looks, the hushed whispers ready to burst into existence, the fidgety sort of concern radiating from Midoriya in waves.

He ignores them all, looking Bakugou dead in the eye when he says: “No, Katsuki, like an asshole. It’s not like you at all.”

Behind him, Mina whispers, “Stop, Kiri, it’s okay.” From the couches come hisses of surprise, a murmured “Woah, dude” that sounds like Kaminari. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it hurts. It hurts to see Bakugou flinching like he’s been physically struck. To see emotion spill through the cracks in his armor, cracks Kirishima put there. But Bakugou listens when it’s him, and if there’s one thing he needs to hear, it’s this.

“Like, I get it. I know how it feels, you of all people know that. And extra lessons suck ass, believe me.” Kirishima takes a deep breath, letting go of his anger on the exhale until there’s only resolve, that strength he’s fostered and made his own with Bakugou at his side.

“But lashing out at people won’t fix anything. The stuff holding you back – it’s all you, man, that’s what you gotta work on. You’re the manliest person I know, so you’ll definitely get there, and then you’ll keep going until you’re Number One. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that’s how it’s gonna go. But it’s up to you to make sure it does.”

Bakugou is staring at him, pale-faced and still. He opens his mouth. “You done?”, he asks, his voice ground into something raw, something tired.

“Yeah”, Kirishima tells him, gentle again. “Yeah, I think I am.”

A nod. Bakugou glances past him, for a moment, at the ball of tension behind Kirishima that is Mina. Another nod, more hesitant.

“Blasty, I–”

Without another word, Bakugou leaves, shouldering past Midoriya on his way out. Kirishima watches him go and wonders if doing the right thing always feels so much like regret.

I fucked up.

Bundled up in his covers, Kirishima sits on his bed and stares at the wall. The cheerful colors and big exclamation points on his posters are little more than a blur, made obscure by the dark of night settling in around him.

The light switch is just across the room yet impossibly far away. Kirishima’s phone buzzes; the screen comes alive with a notification. It goes ignored.

I fucked up.

Kirishima’s gaze falls to the license in his hands, bland-looking next to the busy camo pattern of his favorite blanket. Red Riot, it says in bold letters under his name, date of birth and affiliation to U.A. – issued today, with the picture they took before they changed into their hero costumes. Himself, grinning with too much teeth, his hair freshly dyed and spiked to the heavens, his uniform done up meticulously.

It feels like a year ago that Bakugou rolled his eyes and fixed his collar, muttering something about ‘looking okay for once’. In turn, Kirishima had nudged and prodded him until he put on his tie, which lasted not one second beyond the flash of the camera.

But–

You done?

The card is small, unassuming, really. Kirishima blinks. One tear, then two pearl over flawless plastic. Three, four, head bowed as they drip, drip, drip down the tip of his nose.

Today wasn’t supposed to go like this. They were supposed to get their licenses, take the night off, sing and laugh and headbang to their audience of pixelated metalheads and forget the world for a while.

It was supposed to be about them, about the dream they shared over coffee this morning. About the future they’re reaching for, together.

Kirishima wants to toss the license to places unknown, wants to tell himself that it means nothing but it does. He waited for this moment longer than he cares to trace back, a long time, definitely. All that hard work, the sweat and blood he shed for it – perhaps it’s only right he adds tears to the mix.

Gods, I fucked up so bad.

He sniffs wetly, sets the card aside. There’s a spot for it in his wallet, he made sure of that as they stepped off the bus. Still, he needs to keep it in sight, like object permanence stops being a thing where one’s hero status is concerned.

Again, buzz buzz, his phone rattles quietly against wood. With a shuddering breath, Kirishima reaches for it, reads Simply Mina and 🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊 and swipes right until his home screen is just Riot’s canine smile again. All it does is remind him of an afternoon spent out in the yard, of a snoring dog and gentle touches to soft fur.

Two taps, and he’s back where he started: Staring at fond, red eyes in the corner and the unanswered messages underneath. Kirishima’s lips start to tremble.

Best Bakubro 💣💥

hey (sent 18:12)

can we talk? (sent 18:12)

i’m sorry (sent 18:30)

i’m so fucking sorry baku idk what i was thinking (sent 18:31)

just. please (sent 18:35)

idk what to do (sent 18:35)

katsuki? (sent 19:01)

The last three are still unread. Kirishima had just calmed himself down from the panicked jolt of blue ticks and grey ticks and Bakugou’s gone when a door had slammed shut hard enough to rattle Kirishima’s desk.

Kirishima wanted to go out there. He wanted to catch up to Bakugou and explain himself and make things right; instead he’d stayed right where he was and listened to his distinct stomp growing more and more faint like the coward he is.

There’s been nothing but silence ever since.

“Stop”, Kirishima whispers, a strangled, pathetic noise amidst the tears sliding down his cheeks. “Just s-stop. Fucking stop.” Tilting his head back, he knocks it against the wall, hoping against all hope that he’ll stop crying, that this shivering, miserable thing in his chest will relent and let him breathe for a bit.

Instead, he clenches his eyes shut and lets out a choked sob. It’s followed by another, another, until Kirishima presses his face into the blanket and gives in.

Hands fisting in loose hair, he curls in on himself, head tucked against his knees and desperately gasping for air. The walls are thick but not that thick – Shouji can probably hear him, if he’s even in, and Kirishima silently begs him to stay away. To be allowed to break in private like he’s done a thousand times before, after every moment he spent frozen in place, every time he didn’t act fast enough or act at all.

Were you scared?

He hadn’t been. For once in his life, Kirishima hadn’t been afraid – he’d been angry, furious even, hopeful and disappointed and worried and he’d fucked up because of it. That moment Bakugou shut up and just… took whatever Kirishima had to say is burned into his brain, aching and tender to the touch. Kirishima can’t stop putting his finger on it, though, like revisiting it will make it sting less, somehow.

It doesn’t.

Time is a fickle concept. Kirishima is aware it passes, he’s aware his blanket is soaked, that his back hurts and his heart hurts and his head, too. He’s back to blankly looking at his wall and seeing nothing, only interrupted by an occasional sniffle, when–

The snap of a lock turning, a door opening and closing, much quieter than before.

A glance to his clock tells him it’s an hour to midnight and way past curfew. The worry he felt earlier rekindles, glows bright enough to overshadow any other emotion swirling within him. It’s not like Bakugou to be up this late. It’s not like him to break rules like this.

It’s not like you at all.

Roughly, Kirishima rubs his arm over his face. Enough crying. Enough hiding away. Bakugou deserves better than public callouts and texts sent in a panic. Kirishima promised himself he’d be better – it’s worth next to nothing if he can’t keep it.

That fact doesn’t prevent his heart from beating half-way up his throat by the time he slips out his door and stands in front of Bakugou’s. His hand shakes as it’s raised to knock; Kirishima wills it to steady and raps his knuckles against wood, mindful of the late hour.

“Bakugou?”

Nothing.

“Listen, I…” Kirishima breathes through the squirming of guilt in his gut. “I messed up, man. I know you’re in there and if you’d rather not see me, that’s fine. But I know I hurt you a-and I want to apologize if… if you’ll let me.”

Wringing his hands, he blinks heavily and wills himself not to tear up again. Bakugou has every right to shut him out; it’s up to Kirishima to do what he should’ve done in the first place and respect his wishes.

It’s a reality he doesn’t have to face, however – the knob turns and the door cracks open the slightest bit. When it doesn’t move beyond that, Kirishima pushes for it to open further, sticking his head through the gap.

“Nitro?”

Silhouetted by his bedside lamp, Bakugou is tossing up his covers to properly burrow inside them. “Get your ass in here already”, he says over his shoulder, a bite to his tone Kirishima recognizes from their early days. “And close the door. It’s fucking late.”

He practically jumps to the task. “Okay, yeah, sorry!” Once the door clicks shut, Kirishima shuffles his feet, wanting to get closer but unsure if he’s allowed. Carefully, he makes his way over and stops, half a step in the circle of light cast around Bakugou’s bed.

“So. Um…” His hand brushes red strands behind his ear. His palms are sweaty. “I–”

“Did you mean it?”

Bakugou doesn’t even sound angry; Kirishima would definitely deserve it if he was. He’s unsure if that no-bullshit edge is any better, though, swallowing heavily. “Yeah. Well, kinda. The– the words were right but…” He clenches his hands to fists, brings his gaze up to look at him.

Kirishima’s eyes widen. The rest of that sentence flees from his mind entirely.

“What…?”

Scrapes, bruises, gauze stuck to both cheeks, bandages wrapped around both arms. Back to the wall, legs loosely crossed in front of him, Bakugou looks like he went a round or five with a superpowered bobcat, dried blood clinging to some of the many scratches on his skin.

Yet his eyes are focused, pinning Kirishima with the same precision with which he handles everything in life. “But?”

“Bakugou! What happened?!”

“Picked a fight.” A sharp sniff. Bakugou shrugs like he couldn’t care less. “‘s none of your business. Answer my question.”

Ouch. Kirishima doesn’t linger on that, he can’t, too busy mentally cataloguing the damage and trying not to drag Bakugou to the infirmary ASAP. Which–

“We gotta– Recovery Girl. She’ll heal you right up.”

Bakugou huffs a laugh, no humor in it whatsoever. “Already went. It’s done. Answer the fucking question, Kirishima.”

It’s incredibly hard to unstick his mind from whatever the hell happened there. Like a wrestling match with his own thoughts, struggling to get them on the wrong set of tracks despite his brain frantically gesturing towards Bakugou.

Kirishima rubs his palms over his face, pats his cheeks none-too-gently for good measure. Focus.

“Right. Yes, I meant what I said. It’s– Mina isn’t me, Baku. She can’t take your anger like I can, okay? They… they were just trying to cheer you up and you were out of line. But–”

Bakugou’s gaze isn’t letting him go, intense like they’re mid-battle and he’s trying to figure out Kirishima’s next move. Guard all the way up. Kirishima drops his hands, wide open.

“Your day was already crappy enough without me putting you on the spot like that. You said you wanted to go and I forced you to stay and deal with even more stuff because I was angry and worried and… Yeah. I went about it all wrong and I’m sorry.”

Those damn tears are lurking at the corners of his eyes, itching and burning but Kirishima fights them off. He nods to the ground.

“I really let you down. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Kirishima waits. For a moment that feels eternal, he stands there with his head bowed and his fingers clinging to the edge of his shirt. He fully expects to be met with silence until he gets the memo and leaves.

Then Bakugou sighs.

“You look like hell, y’know that? Your eyes are all puffy and shit.”

Wincing, Kirishima nods again. “I know.” He peeks up through the gaps in his hair.

Bakugou huffs, exasperated and so much more like himself. “Don’t give me that. I’m still pissed at you.”

There. A chance. All it takes is a leap of faith. “But?”, Kirishima asks quietly.

“But nothing, fucker. I’m pissed, full stop.” A glower that would make a quirked-up Aizawa proud. Bakugou crosses his arms; Kirishima ducks his head. “You’re lucky you’re you or I’d have kicked your ass straight to whichever place stupid potato dogs like you go to when they die.”

Don’t laugh. Kirishima bites his lip. Half a second later, a pillow smacks his shoulder with impressive force.

“Shut up. I got it, okay? I know I’m”, a pause filled with teeth grinding audibly, “difficult, I guess. And an asshole. I know all that.”

The urge to laugh is replaced by a shot of vertigo, like Kirishima missed a step down a flight of stairs. Their eyes meet, and Bakugou glares.

“It’s what you said. Don’t you dare take it back now.”

“But that’s not what I mea–”

“Tough shit, bitch, ‘cause that’s what I got from it. It’s fine, okay? If someone’s gonna call me out on my bullshit it’s gotta be you. It’s just–”

Bakugou drops his hands in his lap, staring at the bandages running up to his elbows. There are blisters on his right palm, visible even in the half-dark.

“Not in front of everyone?”, Kirishima offers in a small voice.

A tense breath. “Yeah. Makes me wanna blow up and lose my shit for real.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that. I told you it’s fucking fine.”

“But–”

“Eijirou.”

Kirishima’s heart squeezes. Bakugou looks so exhausted and it’s all his fault. Still, he mumbles, “Okay”, and he wordlessly swears on everything he holds dear that he’ll listen, next time. That he’ll trust Bakugou to do the right thing and stay in control.

“Okay.” Bakugou’s eyes are on him again, less heavy now. “I don’t wanna talk about the fight, either.”

Kirishima’s hands clench, not tight enough to rip into the fabric but close enough. “At all or…?”

“Not sure yet. Definitely not tonight.”

“Okay”, Kirishima repeats. It’s not forever. He can handle anything if it’s not forever. “Um. Are we cool? I get it if… not. I can leave, too. Whatever you want.”

Unexpectedly, Bakugou groans, almost… amused? “Screw you. I should be milking the fuck outta this but… Yeah, we’re cool.”

Oh. Kirishima can’t help the way his resolve wobbles with how relieved he is, keeping his shaky inhale as stealthy as possible. He fucked up and his best friend doesn’t hate him. They’re gonna be okay.

“Kiri…”

There’s a strange expression on Bakugou’s face, pinched and frustrated-looking. His eyes are soft, though. Concerned. “Stop crying, you big baby. C’mere. And bring my pillow, I actually need it.”

Kirishima keeps it casual. He grabs the pillow and pads over instead of running. He tosses it in Bakugou's lap, earning a grumbled, “Thanks.”

Almost casual. There’s an attempt, at least, chucked right out the window the second Bakugou sort-of-maybe-kind-of indicates the possibility of a hug. Then he’s throwing himself on the bed, the sight of raw skin and gauze-white turning his tackle into a marginally gentler embrace of Bakugou’s shoulders.

Bakugou squeezes back, brutally tight. “Hold back on me again and I’m kicking you out.”

A wheeze of breath turns into hushed laughter. “I’ll do better.” Kirishima tucks his face against Bakugou’s neck and sniffles. “I’ll be good, Nitro, I swear.”

Bakugou knocks their heads together, too gentle to even register as that. His lips against Kirishima’s temple, he mumbles, “You already are, idiot. One dumb mistake won’t change that.”

>>Chapter 9.

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