If Only...

Cat-suki

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Ok so in the BNHA Smash! volume three I believe, there’s a villain who can turn people into animals with his quirk (Todoroki got turned into a koala it was fucking adorable) and Bakugou was the only who wasn’t hit with the quirk. Well an idea hit me while I was at the skate park and this is so different from anything I have ever written I am so sorry, lmao just a crack fluff piece.

Summary: after being hit by a quirk that turns people into animals Bakugou finds himself with four paws and whiskers. It’s your job as the only mind reader in UA to look after him. Warnings: swearing (Bakugou has been turned into a cat he is going to swear a lot) mentions of bullying I surpassed the 250 paragraph limit so I had to bunch the paragraphs together

Strictly no reposts, reblogs are ok

“You’re telling me Aizawa - sensei won’t be back till later this evening?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Are you sure? Can’t you give him a phone call or email him? Something?”

The receptionist shakes her head and you can’t help but release a frustrated groan, your hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists as you puff your cheeks out in annoyance. The receptionist doesn’t seem at all amused with your mini tantrum, her tired eyes glancing over you with boredom from under her glasses that keep falling down her thin nose as she turns back to the computer infront of her. Her worn nails clacking against the old keyboard and the dim glow radiating off the computer screen highlights the indents and wrinkles in her old face and it seemed that no matter how tightly she tied her greying hair back into a bun, her forehead still remained with withered lines from years of scowling at the students who passed her desk.

Your face would probably end up the same as hers with the amount of glaring you had done today. Your own brows knitted together in so ferociously that it caused the skin above your nose to crease to the point that it began to hurt but you wanted him to know just how pissed off you actually were. Your eyes narrowed on the cat that sat beside your feet, his fluffy ash blond coat almost seeming to stand completely on end in static bristles as if to express the anger that stirred within his small frame. Scarlet eyes glaring right back at you from the face of the animal, his long feathery tail twitching back and forth over the carpet of the UA reception creating a scratching sound that you were beginning to grow annoyed with.

Bakugou Katsuki.

The once loud and temperamental teenager with the ability to burst a blood vessel if someone so much as looked at him now resided within the body of a cat. As ridiculous and far fetched as this situation seemed, there was no denying that this feral looking beast was infact your classmate. The fluffy spikes of light blond hair now residing in the form of a fluffy coat and his vermillion eyes that once made any man quiver now belonged to the face of a rather adorable creature. The adorable part was only relevant if you looked past the spiting and hissing that he had already grown used to doing, but it was Bakugou alright. There was no denying that.

“Please just please let me speak to Mr Aizawa on the phone.” you beg, turning your gaze back the receptionist and clasping your hands together infront of your chest. She only glared at you through half lidded eyes, her thin lips set in a straight line as she taps a button in her computer and the printer behind her whirrs to life with a loud rattle and hum.

“He’s in a very important meeting and went be back until this evening. I suggest you wait, it can’t be that important.” she drawled reaching forward to close the glass that separated her from the rest of the world “now go away.”

“Now hang on a minute!” you exclaim, subconsciously sticking a hand out to wedge in between the sliding glass window and the wall, the edge of said glass digging into your skin before she pulls it back and there’s a red mark in your arm but you don’t bother to mind it “there’s a real situation here and only Aizawa - sensei can help, I need his quirk to...”

“Look kid,” the receptionist snaps causing you to flinch slightly and step back as she rises from her chair and grips the glass in her hands as he partially sticks her head out the window, her nose almost bumping against your own “I only have one more day till retirement, I have worked here for flirty years and have heard you brats whine everyday over nothing. Aizawa is not here and you will have to wait, now stop making my last few days here miserable and go away.”

With her final words she retreated back into the reception office and slammed the glass window shut, pulling the blinds down and leaving you stood stunned in the lobby of the UA building. You blinked a few times trying to register exactly what had just happened before reaching a hand up to take through your hair. The locks fluffing under your fingers and falling in soft waves around your face, your head leaning back in mental exhaustion and your eyes closed as you tried to gather your racing and panicked thoughts. Those thoughts were interrupted by an angry meow from beside you and your eyes snapped open, your irises sliding to the corner of your eyes and head folding down slightly to once again resume glaring at the fluff ball beside you.

“Don’t look at me like that, this is your fault you know.” you mutter to Bakugou, his eyes narrow and he spits at you, his claws appearing from within his fluffy paws and ripping through the carpet and you scoff “ooh is that supposed to scare me?”

“Die.” he hisses in his head and it echos in your own.

Bakugou rises to his paws, his fur bristling and you swear you can see minute crackles dancing over the strands of cat hair as he prowls towards you, his tail waving behind him and he raises a paw to swipe his unsheathes claws through your school socks but you quickly stick a foot out and kick him aside, a smile spreading over your lips as he tumbles away with a cat like yelp.

“Idiot.” you mutter, stepping next to where Bakugou rises to his feet again, shaking his head and raising a paw to rub over his nose and for a second you think he looks rather cute but the second is over before it began and he quickly turns in you when he sees you crouch by his side and he attempts to scratch you again as you a reach hand out “you’re really going to be hostile to the only person who can help you? I can walk away if you want, let you try and get this quirk reversed by yourself.”

You didn’t mean what you were saying, of course you don’t and of course you were going to help him. Bakugou was an asshole most of them time that was just an undeniable fact, but you knew that if the roles were reversed that you would be desperate for any kind of help and although Bakugou liked to act tough, he must have been scared. You had been more then surprised to see a cat wandering around on the UA campus let alone one with such vulgar thoughts, in all honesty you were surprised to even be able to read the cat’s mind. You couldn’t read the minds of animals, so it hand taken long for you to work out that this stray was actually your classmate.

In all honesty you weren’t entirely sure how Bakugou has found himself in this predicament, you knew that whatever excuse he came up with to explain this, you would have a hard time believing it. Or maybe you’d believe it to easily but you wouldn’t pry further or act interested, you saw things as they were and this one of those things that had happened. Bakugou was now a cat, whatever had lead up to that had already been and gone. You only needed to concentrate on getting him back to normal which was proving to be more difficult then expected.

You sighed, your hand still outstretched waiting for him to accept your touch and let you help him. He watched you carefully, his shoulders slightly slumped and his shoulder blades now prominent through the layers of fur and he looked rather defeated in that moment. But he seemed to give in to whatever internal battle he was having, realising that he didn’t have any options really, other then you. You grinned as he trudged over to you, his head making contact with your hand and you gently curl your fingers around the soft head, his tiny pink nose bumping againt your warm palm and his ears flatten againt his head as he allows you to run your fingers down his back before you gently scoop him up into your arms. His body is light and you can feel some of the bones in his body from under his fluffy fur as he squirms in your arms, his needle like claws prickling your skin as you cradle him against your body.

“I don’t need you to carry me dumbass.” he grumbles in his head and it echoes in your own.

“I don’t want you to get trodden on, it’s bad enough you’re a cat it would be even worse if I handed you back as corridor kill.” you mutter as you move away from the reception and into the main building of the UA school making sure you have a tight grip on the cat.

“Don’t act like you care about me you damn extra.” his words hiss through your head as his slitted pupils stare up at you from pools of scarlet “I don’t expect you to give a shit about me after this is over, so I don’t expect you to give one about me now.”

“Who ever said I didn’t give a shit about you before?” you mumble and you feel him pause slightly in your arms, his fidgeting and restlessness having ceased.

“What are you saying?” his thoughts growled back at you but the layers of agression were slightly vieled by something else that you can’t quite define but you don’t think too hard about it.

“I’m only saying that you shouldn’t think that your classmates don’t care about you. You’re not always the most agreeable guy in the world, but I still view you as some type of family.” you reply and you hear him scoff.

Bakugou didn’t think he had ever spoken more then two words to you before and yet here you were calling him family. He didn’t know what was more humiliating for you: the fact that you had opened up like this to someone who couldn’t care less about you, or that maybe he was actually feeling inclined to start caring about you out if slight pity. He had seen you around sure but he had never taken any interest in you, he wasn’t attending UA for anyone else but himself and friends would only drag him down. But he had to admit he had once or twice found himself admitting internally that you were somewhat attractive, he wasn’t particularly interested in dating, he saw it as a waste of time. Most high school relationships didn’t work out and he didn’t see himself as the type to surrender himself like that. But he knew that if he had to be trapped in the body of a cat he was glad it was you helping him.

“What’s wrong with your own dumb family? Why you gotta drag me into it?” he asks.

You sigh, beginnng to regret opening up to him. You should have known he wouldn’t be nice about anything you said, even if it was meant in good spirits.

“My family are out the country at the moment. I haven’t seen them in two years. I guess I just thought my classmates could be some sort of substitute.” you mumble quietly to the small cat, his triangular ears twitching and for a moment you think he’ll either say something like an apology or nothing at all. Wishful thinking.

“Don’t burden me with your damn sob story.” he says ever the more vexed but you don’t get a chance to answer as you feel a few pairs of eyes following your form as you make your way through the corridors of the UA building towards the dorms and your pace immediately quickened.

You were used to getting looked at in weird and unfriendly ways. Being a mind reader meant that not a lot of people trusted you, too terrified that you would manipulate or exploit the very depths of their thoughts and emotions. You didn’t hate your peers for their ignorance, you only hated that you could still hear whatever they thought.

You had gotten pretty good at blocking out people’s thoughts, when you were younger it would be all you could hear. Just a constant loop of voices in your head that often drowned out your own, you had taught yourself to drown them out, let them fade to the back of your mind and become white noise. But sometimes words would slip through the cracks and sometimes that stung more then hearing the full sentences. Now that you were talking to a cat, you could already hear the negative thoughts in their minds as you kept your head down and pace fast hoping that you wouldn’t walk into a certain someone and at this point you were basically running through the halls, side stepping people and never looking anyone in the eye. The urge to get to the safety of your dorm was ever present.

“Oi, what’s wrong with you?” Bakugou snapped, brushing your blazer with a paw as he begged for attention “what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing, I just want to get to the dorm room, stop people from asking too many questions.” you mumble and his paw stops it’s brushing againt your blazer, the tiny body part resting on your chest as he pauses.

He’d seen that desperate look before, the panicked flight of anxiety in your eyes was all to familiar to the boy and he felt his annoyance grow. The look of distress at something that hasn’t even happened yet was the same look that Deku had when ever he thought that Bakugou was around and ready to pounce. It was the look someone had right before trouble found them.

“Oi (y/l/n)!” a voice called down the corridor causing you to release a groan and your pace to quicken but his voice followed you “where you going freak? Don’t make me chase you.”

You froze, your eyes closing in disbelief and your shoulders slumping as you sighed and your body tensing in such a way that it caused Bakugou to flinch as your arms encased him tighter against your body. Your body trembled as the voice called out again and footsteps quickly made their way over to where you stood, there would be no point in running or hiding from this particular student. He had a way of finding you.

“Hey, the hell is this guy?” Bakugou growls in your head.

“Please Bakugou, don’t do anything.” you whisper to the cat and he glances up at you, a grumpy look on his face but he doesn’t think anything else about it.

You hear him stop behind you and you brace yourself for what is about to come . You already feel Bakugou tense up in your arms, his claws sinking through the fabric of your blazer as if they can do anything to ward off the bully stood behind you. He may be a cat but he was ready to fight when the situation arose, you admired that about him sometimes.

“Hey Tsuki.” you mutter, your back still facing the male behind you but you know him well enough to know that there’s a sly grin on his face.

“Talking to yourself now (y/l/n)?” he asks with a sneer “could’ve sworn I heard you talking to the thin air.”

So he hasn’t seen Bakugou yet? You couldnt decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but if Tsuki was involved then that probably meant the latter. You hear him click his tongue and his hand is soon placed on your shoulder causing you to be spun around to face him. Your hair whipping your face at the aggressive movement that manipulates your body againt its will to face the boy behind you, your school skirt fluttering around your legs and the soles of your shoes squeaking against the floor and you were met with sight of your bully.

His onyx eyes locking with yours and his dark brows knitting into a triumphant glare, his shaggy locks of black hair falling around his face and his lips set into a sneer. His uniform was a rugged as ever, his top buttons undone to reveal the prominent collar bone underneath, his scarlet tie swinging around his neck and his shirt untucked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Tsuki was definitely not an unattractive person, he had a husky build and pale skin with dark, almond shaped eyes, it was clear to see that he could have any girl’s heart with just a flick of his wrist. His intelligence was not something to be over looked either, he was quick witted and often hit the top grades in class. He was far from the stereotypical brute of a bully that were often portrayed in movies, if this was a movie he would be the brooding quiet kid who was the heart throb of the school. But this wasn’t a movie, it was real life and in real life the stereotypes didn’t exist and this attractive second year was your bully.

“What the hell you doing with that beast?” he sneered, his eyes lingering on where Bakugou hissed in your arms, his body vibrating againt your chest and you pulled on his fur slightly to get him to stop, Tsuki only jeered “Guess I can’t expect you to have any human friends, I mean what sane person would want someone who can pry into the very depths of their mind. No one wants to hang out with someone like you, why would they? You’re a freak.”

“Just leave me alone Tsuki.” you mutter attempting to turn back around and walk away but he reaches out an arm to grab you, his fingers closing tightly around your arm and pulling you back.

“I could leave you alone. But where’s the fun in that?”

Bakugou hissed harder, his tiny pointed teeth jutting out from his snarled lips and his ruby eyes bore into where Tsuki stood over you, slowly backing you into a corner. Bakugou didn’t know who this guy was, he’s knew he was in the year above but he had never bothered to learn anyone’s names. But as Bakugou stared longer at the older Male from the safety of your arms, Bakugou felt as if he recognised Tsuki on a deeper level. The way his teeth bared and his eyes narrowed at you so ferociously that his pupils seemed to have dilated. How his uniform was unkempt and how he had no problem with picking on the weaker people, Bakugou began to recognise Tsuki as himself. Was this how he looked to Deku? Was this how Bakugou Katsuki looked to everyone else? Was he like this evil and sadistic prick?

“(Y/l/n) why the hell are you letting him push you around like this?”

“Bakugou please be quiet.” you say and you only see Tsuki’s eyes widen in glee.

At this point he had you fully backed into a corner, his tall frame looming over you and you released a weak gasp as he placed both ands either side of your head. His dark brown eyes finding your own and his nose is inches from your own, you can hear the thoughts swirling through his mind, all the horrible insults that are bubbling behind his handsome face that he has yet to spew out.

“So you were talking to the cat. This only proves how much of a loser you really are. Can you hear my thoughts? Can you hear how much I hate you? Must be hard to hear what everyone thinks about you, but none of us need to be mind readers to know that nobody likes you...”

He’s cut off.

Whatever words he’s about say next to rip away the last shreds of your self esteem are forgotten as the fur ball in your arms leaps away from you. A deafening hiss leaving the throat of the cat as his ash blond body becomes a blurr if fluff and he latches onto Tsuki’s face causing the second year to release a pained howl and his body jerks away from you as he tries to pull Bakugou off his face, the cat’s claws fully retracted and digging into the pale flesh of Tsuki’s cheeks and splatters of blood to fall onto the carpeted floor. You watched in slight panic, too stunned by the situation to move. Your bully frantically dancing around in pain as Bakugou’s fuzzy form continued to claw and scatch, the cat now attached to Tsuki’s shoulder and his pointed teeth biting through the blazer material.

“Get it off! Get this fucking cat off of me!” Tsuki shouted, his hands grabbing at Bakugou and trying to pull him off but the ash blond cat was determined to inflict as much pain as possible.

You snapped out of your trance, your once shocked and frozen form now finding the will to move as you charged towards were Tsuki was still frantically trying to shake Bakugou off. Your heart pounded in your chest as you narrowly missed Tsuki’s hand as he flailed about and your hands closed around Bakugou. His fur almost alive with small explosions as you pulled him off of Tsuki, his needle like claws coming loose from the fabric of the blazer so suddenly that it caused you to stumble backwards. Your body hitting the wall for the second time that morning and you felt a slight ripple of pain which you ignored, realising your chance to escape you bundled Bakugou into your arms. His body shaking from the rage and his teeth still bared in what was supposed to be an intimidating snarl as strings of curses roared in his mind.

Bolting down the corridor, you didn’t spare any second glances to any of the stares you got. You could hear Tsuki’s curses even as you made it the stairs that led to the first head dorms, your hair flying out behind you and lungs beginnng to burn and arms aching from having to carry Bakugou but you didn’t stop or slow down. Your agile body dodging students that stood in the hallways, but bothering to apologise as you almost sent one girl flying.

“Oi! Slow down dumbass! He’s not following us!” Bakugou’s angered voice called out to you but you shook your head.

“Tsuki can teleport. I’d feel safer in my room.” you say to him as you as take two steps at a time almakt dropping Bakugou in the process.

“Watch it dumbass!”

“Sorry.”

He doesn’t retaliate as you finally make it to your dorm room, fumbling with the key that you pulled out from your blazer pocket, your nerves still slightly shot. The cool metal slides into the lock and you hastily turn it with a click, the knob on the door turning at your whim and the door flies open to reveal your bedroom. You quickly enter, slipping the keys out the lock and pushing the door closed behind you, your trembling form leaning against the hard wood as it closes with a soft click.

You let Bakugou drop from your arms, his padded paws hitting the hardwood floor of your dorm room and you slump into the door of your dorm room. Your legs collapsing underneath you into your sitting on the floor, your head buried in your hands and your fingers entwined with the roots of your hair as you give it a gentle tug, a moan leaving your lips as you try to think about some way to try and tame your racing thoughts. The darkness of your hands that cover your eyes offer some conciliation from the harsh red eye of the cat that sits impatiently before you, his feather duster like tail twitching over the floor boards causing a soft scraping sound.

“What was that extra’s problem? You spit in his ramen or something?” Bakugou thinks and his voice in your head rips your jumble of thoughts away from the mental lasso you had formed to try and rope your last bits sanity back.

“I thought you weren’t interested in my sob stories.” you mutter harshly and you hear Bakugou grunt.

“I’m not but I’d like to know why the hell he’s such a dick.”

You sigh, raising your head from your hands and leaning your head back into the door with a loud thud, your eyes lazily meeting Bakugou’s from where he sits a few inches infront of you. You dark know if you comfortable enough to open up to Bakugou about something like your bully, but you had to spend an entire day with him until Aizawa got back from whatever he was doing. You might as well kill some time, you couldn’t imagine he was having much fun being stuck as a cat. Maybe him hearing about your miserable existence would amuse him, he seemed like the type of guy who found pleasure in others misery.

“Honestly, I don’t know why he’s like that.” you say softly “Something about me just pisses him off I guess, I think he’s insecure about what goes on in his head. His thoughts are his own and to have someone be able to read them unsettles him. He’s not the only one who thinks that way, but he’s the only one to act on them.”

Bakugou is unusually quiet but it wouldn’t have mattered, you can hear everything he’s thinking and his thoughts are some what shocking. You hadn’t expected him to be insightful enough to compair your situation with Tsuki to his with Midoriya, and while Bakugou was the bully in his situation and you were the victim in yours, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for him. That was one of the problems with being a mind reader, you could hear the deepest ambitions of anyone’s mind even if they wore a mask of stone. It made it difficult to hate anyone or like anyone when you could hear everything they believed to be true about themselves and those around them.

Bakugou was seeing himself as Tsuki. He was mirroring your bully with himself and you could feel your heart strings pull. You had heard every dark thought anyone had ever had around you and it had made you resent yourself for being the only one to see the true nature of people. But that didn’t mean you wanted to sit here and hear Bakugou resent himself too. You closed your eyes and exhaled.

“Thank you Bakugou.”

“Huh? What the hell are you thanking me for?”

You give the cat a soft smile.

“For what you did back there, you got me out of a bad situation.”

“Oh, that. Well I didn’t do it for you. I hated his face, figure I’d mess it up a bit. Damn bastard had it coming.”

“Well thank you anyways. I appreciate it.”

He’s quiet for a moment and you don’t bother reading his mind, your own too tired to hear whatever was going on in his own head. You’re surprised when he steps closer to you, his paws padding against the floor and he nestles by your side, his soft fur brushing againt your thigh and it tickles you slightly. Apart of you is tempted to reach a hand out and stroke him but that would seem inappropriate and you remind yourself he isn’t actually a cat. You tell yourself he’s Bakugou, you would most definitely get a scratch if you tried to pet him.

“I suppose I should be thanking you too.”

“What for?”

His ears press againt his head and his claws spring out from his paws and retreat back in before popping back out again, his body tense and body language on edge as if he’s struggling to find the words.

“For not makin’ fun of me and for not asking questions about it.”

You huffed in laughter, a small giggle leaving your lips and you don’t notice his ears perk up at the sweet noise that escapes your body. He had never heard you laugh let alone seen you smile before, you were much like the half and half bastard, quiet and reserved. Maybe that’s why he had overlooked you so many times but now, hearing you laugh, it made him shift slightly and caused his heart to palpatate.

Bakugou wasn’t exactly phased by much, in a world where quirks existed the unexpected was to always be expected. It was probably why he wasn’t phased by the fact that he was now a cat, he couldn’t even remember what had happened but he had been chasing a known villain he saw on the street before being hit with said villains qurik and the next thing he knew he was walking on all fours and had a tail. He had expected a flurry of questions to come from you when you had found him on the school campus wandering around, but he was surprised when you had simply shaken your head with a sigh and told him to follow you to the office. He was grateful for that, that you weren’t an intrusive person, it made the whole situation a lot less embarrassing for him.

“You won’t tell anyone about this.”

It was more of a demand then a question but you hummed in response.

“I’m not the type to blab. Don’t worry Bakugou, I know you have a reputation to up hold.” you say and you feel his small body push against your leg slightly and for a second you think maybe he’ll lie on your lap but you were fooling yourself.

“Huh. What reputation?”

You release a small giggle as you stand up from the door, pushing him slightly as your rise to your feet, your rear slightly numb from having been sat on the hard floor.

“The reputation of you being a complete ass hole.” you tease as you move across the dorm room, your shrug your blazer off. The cotton rough against your skin as you let slip off your shoulders and throw it onto your futon with a soft thud, your bare arms now exposed to the warm air of your dorm room.

“The fuck did you just say!”

“Come off it, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” you grumble and he makes a move to swipe at your ankles with his claws and he narrowly misses.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my quirk otherwise I’d blow your ass straight to hell.”

“Awww is the fluffy cat mad?” you coo, stopping in your tracks to crouch down in front of the ash blond cat, pursing your lips and making a kissy face “does the grumpy cat want belly rubs?”

“The Hell you doing you? You fucking wierdo. Get away from me! And don’t call me that.”

You stand up still laughing and the cat behind you rolls his eyes, his ears twitching and his tail waving behind him as his thick fur stands on end in irritation. You stumble towards your desk that sits on the opposite side of the dorm infront of a window that overlooked the campus, bright beams of sunlight pooling through the glass and colouring your room in golden light. You reach a hand up to undo your top button and pull agianst the tie that’s looped around your neck as you let it fall to the floor, you hear Bakugou follow close behind you as you pull out the desk chair and fall into it. A groan tearing from your lips as you relaxed into seat of the chair, your eyes falling on the mountain of books and papers on your desk and the urge to slam your head onto the wood of the desk becomes rather tempting.

You often let your homework build up over time, you had become a master of procrastination often leaving the assignments to the very last hour. It was a nasty habit and you didn’t know hen it had started but you often found yourself drowning in over due papers. Huffing you picked up a pen from your pen pot that sits of the desk and glare down at your homework, hoping that if you glared at it king enoug it might decide to just disappear by itself. Of course no such thing happened and you placed an elbow on the desk top, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you tap your pen idely against the desk. You had no intention of actually doing your homework but you needed to feel productive.

“Oi, what are you doing?” Bakugou asks and you glance down to see that he sat neatly by your feet.

“My homework. I figured since Aizawa will be out for most of the day I might as well kill some time.”

“The hell, we didn’t have any homework this week dumbass.”

You shake your head, turning your head back to the science and maths equations on the papers before you. The balancing of formulas and quadaratic equations an eyesore in ink that makes your head ache just glancing at it. You hated maths, despite your parents being scientists you had inherited a distaste for numbers and much preferred sports and English.

“This is last weeks homework.” you explain and you see Bakugou cock his head to the side.

“You mean you haven’t done it already? It’s due in tomorrow, the hell are you thinking?”

“It’s not my fault ok, I just really hate maths.” you snap, spinning in your chair to throw a frustrated glare at the grumpy looking cat sat by your feet “this stuff is hard.”

“Let me see...”

Before you can stop him he jumps up from the floor, four small paws digging into your thighs and his pipe cleaner tail bats your face as he turns around on your lap, his claws digging into the material of your skirt as he tried to balance his weight, almost falling off and you quickly reached out. Your hands clasp around his body and support him, he didn’t bother thanking you but you also noticed that he didn’t bother telling you off for helping him either. He stared down at the papers on your desk, one of his paws on the wooden surface and you see his furry face shift into a scowl.

“This shit it easy, the hell you mean you don’t get it.”

You scoff.

“Well if it’s so easy teach it to me. Unless you don’t think you can do it.”

You feel him tense on your lap and his brow furrows into a deep scowl, the whites of his eyes flashing as his pupils dilate. Any thoughts of turning down your offer have completely left his mind and is replaced with the desire to prove you wrong, you grin to yourself triumphantly. You knew exactly how to pull his strings.

“Alright dumbass I’m only going to go over this once so you better listen close.”

You nod and sit up, dragging your chair closer to the desk so Bakugou is sandwiched between your body and the desk, you don’t hear Bakugou’s thoughts of slight pleasure and embarrassment of being pressed so closely to your chest. He isn’t quite sure why he’s letting you hold him against your body and he defienetly doesn’t understand why he likes the feeling of your fingers thoughtlessly brushing over his chest. Your nails scratching at the skin of his chest in soft scrapes and his fur tickles his own skin, your petting him as if he was a random cat and he can’t bring himself to tell you to stop it. He glances up at you as you do the easier formulas by yourself and he watches you from where he sits on your lap, his eyes closing slightly as you continue to gently stroke him.

Your fingers comb through his fluffy fur subconsciously, without even thinking it’s as if your fingers have a mind of their own as you feel yourself pull him closer into your body like you used to do to your grandma’s cat whenever you stayed over. Bakugou stiffens at first but allows his body to relax againt your stomach, his head resting on your arm that wrapped securely againt your body as he talks you through the process of an equation. His rough voice filling your head with clear instructions that you had been deprived of in class.

“Ok and then carry the two...”

You do as he says as you work through each problem, but with every equation you solve you feel yourself grow more and more bored. Bakugou was intelligent, you would give him that, but there was no way you were intelligent enough to find any of this interesting. You let your head fall back against the chair, your pencil slipping from your grip and your eyes tracing over the lines in the ceiling as Bakugou’s instructions filtered through your mind. His tiny body shifting on your lap and your fingers now tracing circles on his fluffy chest and you wondered how long it would take him before he realised you weren’t listening anymore. Apparently not long because you soon get the sharp prick of his claws sinking into your skin and you yelped. Your head snapping up and body lurching in the chair almost causing it to topple forward. You glared down at him, his garnet eyes glaring back up at you and his tail flicking over your legs where the skin had been ripped into by his claws and small red lines were now present.

“What the hell man?!” you exclaimed as the stinging from your legs prickled through your nerves, a hit throbbing coming from your thighs were blood was seeping onto your skin.

“I told you to pay attention dumbass.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. This is just so boring.” you groan, leaning forward to pick up the papers and sort through them, you didn’t even realise how much your chest was pressing against Bakugou until you felt his claws sink back into you “would you knock it off?”

He didn’t reply, instead he batted you with his tail and shot you a sly grin, his pointed teeth flashing and his eyes gleaming with what could you only assume was triumph. You scowled at him before he turned back to the papers, his two front paws placed on the desk as he looked over the maths and you felt yourself grow bored again. Your eyes raked owed the desk in front of you looking for anything and it wasn’t until your eyes landed on a laser pen that you felt your curiosity spike. You may not have been able to do math equations in your head very well but you could solve this problem almost instantly.

Bakugou was a cat. Sure he was still somewhat human but surely he had instincts? Cat plus laser pen equals fun for human. Bakugou as a cat plus laser pen equals much more fun for (y/n). The grin worked its way onto your lips and you gently reached forward to grasp the laser pointer, making sure that Bakugou couldn’t see you. His ears twitched but he didn’t notice and you friend even wider once you grasped the small pointer. You flicked it on, the red light illuminating the end of the pointer, a trail of red light following its wake and a small red dot lingering on the walls, you reached forward, your hand sneaking forward to point the laser onto the white sheets of paper and you but your lip to hide the giggles that threatened to erupt.

“And then you divide the six by the...hey are you...”

Bakugou’s thoughts trailed off, his body freezing and eyes following the red hot that flowed over the desk. You held your breath, your fingers twitching causing the dot to become a small blur but Bakugou remained still, his tail swinging back and forth and his ears pressing against his head and his body tensed. You waited for something to happen, wiggling the laser a bit more, you could feel it, anytime now he would pounce for the laser.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Ummm...playing?”

“The hell you are! Put that damn laser away I’m not a real cat you dumbass.”

You sighed and threw the laser pen back onto the desk.

“It was worth a try.” you mutter picking your pencil back up and resuming to gently rub his fluffy chest “where were we?”

You didn’t know how long you you had been sat at your desk for with Bakugou curled up on your lap, but you soon feel a slight vibration coming from the boy turned cat on your lap and you feel yourself drawn from your homework. You glance down at the feline who is half asleep in your arms, your body shaking slightly as Bakugou’s form continues to tremble with a low purr escaping from his body. At first you feel as if you should wake him up and stop petting him to save his embarrassment but as he continues to purr softly with every stroke you run along his back you feel a small smile creep along your face as you lean back in your chair. Your fingers still running down his spine and his body continues to vibrate with every soft purr that swirled deep in his chest.

For once the loud and terrifying Bakugou was calm, even if he was a cat, it was a heartwarming sight. The little blonde animal so sound asleep and you let your fingers wander upwards to gently rub against his triangle ears, the fur now velvety rather then fluffy and you hold your breath for a second, terrified that he would wake up but he doesn’t and the purring doesn’t stop either. His back falling and rising and you can feel his tiny heart beat hammer against your thighs.

You had never really liked Bakugou, his thoughts were usually always ringing in the back of your mind even when you tried to block him out but whatever was going on in his brain had always been too angry and loud to ever fully block out. You may not have formally known Bakugou as a friend but you had heard him thinking his nasty and rude thoughts so many times that you felt as if you had known him your whole life. But right now his thoughts were calm and easy to block out but you didn’t want to, you could hear every word in his brain that his subconscious conjured and they were unusually pleasent. A side of Bakugou you had never seen and it only made your smile grow wider.

You could have stayed in that moment for ever, with you sat at your desk and the spawn of Satan curled up in the form of a cat on your lap, his soft purrs melting your heart and filling the atmosphere with the bright summer rays beaming through your window with only your own mind for company as you let your head fall back and your own eyes closed. Your breathing steady and every inch of you relaxed in a serenity. A slice of heaven that was soon interrupted by the rude ringtone of your phone from your blazer pocket, you sighed in slight annoyance as Bakugou jumped awake, his purring stopping and you heard him curse to himself as you gently lifted him from your lap and set him down on the desk.

He watched you as you rise from your chair and walked over to where your blazer had been carelessly dumped on your bed. Sighing in irritation you pick it up and price that it’s slightly covered in golden hairs which you roll your eyes atbht figure it would be better to sort out later. Searching a few pockets you eventually find the mobile device angrily vibrating in the left pocket, you pull it out and are met with the glow of your screen and you grow at the bane above it.

Mum. What did she want? Wasn’t she on that project in Australia trying to help with the process of a new medicine? What was she calling you for?

“You gonna answer it then?” Bakugou’s voice fills your head and you tune your head over your shoulder to see he famiakir scowl on his furry face.

“I preferred it when you were asleep you know.” you grumble turning back to the phone that still calls out for your attention and you exhale.

Your parents never bothered to call you when they were over seas, which was ninety five percent of the time, they were usually too busy trying to find rare medicines and help out with poverty stricken countries. You figured that people with kind enough hearts to help out others would at least have he decency to check up on their daughter once in a while but no, instead they shipped you off to UA and left you behind. You didn’t really know your parents, at least not as well as you’d have liked but you didn’t have time to be sad or angry about it. There were others who had absolutely nothing in the world and that’s where your paneers helped, you supposed you should be grateful for having money and a roof over your head but still, having loving parents would be nice too. Your thumb presses the jade button that is present on your phone screen to let the call through and you hold the device up to ear, ready for whatever your mother has to say.

“Hey mum, I wasn’t expecting you to call.” you mumble into the phone, turning around and sitting on your bed, your eyes meet Bakugou’s from across the room and he moves closer to where are you, jumping up onto the bed and lying by your side. Watching.

“Hello (y/n) how have you been?” your mothers voice responds and you grit your teeth. You want so desperately to bite and snap at her for pretending to take an interest in you, but you repress the urge to do so. It was one phone call and then you could hang up.

“Yeah I’m good, schools been good.” you say nodding your head and you hear Bakugou grumble to himself about how boring you are and you reach out to pull a small tuft of his fur which he hisses at you for, jumping to his feet and making loud meows, forgetting for a second that he can’t talk and instead his attempt at cursing you comes out in loud howls.

“Have you made any friends?” you mothers asks but her tone couldn’t have sounded any less interested.

“I...” you trail off, biting your lip and you frown. How could you tell her that you hadn’t made any new friends since starting UA? Nobody wanted to be friends with the mind reader, that was something that your younger school years had taught you so you hadn’t bothered making friends in UA. But you also didn’t want her to grow concerned over it either.

You’re about to reply when you feel something shift beside you on the bed and you see Bakugou lying by your side once again, a bored expression on his face with his ears against his head in a lazy way, but you hear his thoughts that want you to stroke him again and you give a soft smile. Reaching a hand out to run over his back and he flinched and he’s about to tell you to back off but soon he relaxes under your touch, laying his head on your knee and his eyes briefly closing.

“Y-Yeah I’ve made a friend.” you answer and a soft smile graces your features.

“That’s good honey.”

There’s an awkward pause and you click your tongue, sighing and knocking your feet together, the leather of your heels making a small clacking sound as you try to wrack your mind for any type of conversation. Your hand still moving along Bakugou’s body.

“So mum why are you calling? Don’t you have people to be saving?”

You feel Bakugou perk up and he’s wondering if your parents are heroes but you ignore him.

“Well, honey, I know it’s the summer holidays soon and we promised that we would take you to America for the holidays but...”

Your hand freezes on Bakugou’s back, your head dropping down slightly as heat builds up in your body, your hair falling around your face and hiding the shimmer of tears that dance over your eyes, your heart dripping in your chest and to the pit of your stomach. You knew what was coming, you had heard this story almost every single summer since you were old enough to stay behind and look after yourself. You new exactly what she was about to say and you didn’t even have to be a mind reader to predict it.

“But your father and I...”

“Have to stay behind to help out because the younger volunteers have to go back home, or have the supply trucks broken down again or maybe the navigator broke again and your stranded in the middle of the jungle again.” your voice is rising this time as you list off every excuse your parents came up with to stay behind in foreign countries and offer their aid for the research they were carrying out and you pull your hand away from Bakugou to rise off the bed and stand up, your temper rising.

“(Y/n)...”

“What?” you snap “you gonna tell me that I’m being selfish and that your research could save thousands of lives. I get it mum, I’ve heard that almost every year and I’ve put up with it. I’ve put others before myself in the past but I’m beginning to get tired of it.”

“This isn’t about you (y/n)...”

“No, you’re right mum. It’s never about me, even my birthdays have never been about me because you and dad are always so busy with work. If your job is so important to you why did you bother having a kid? It’s obvious I’m not your priority anymore, I don’t even know if I ever was.”

“You’re being dramatic (y/n)...”

“When was the last time you saw me?”

Your voice is a weak whisper as your eyes sting with tears, your mothers silence filling your ears and you swallow the bitter taste in your mouth. Your cheeks flushed from anger and your throat dry from trying to hold back the tears, you don’t want to cry in front of Bakugou. You refuse to but your mothers silence to your question only breaks your heart more.

“Well then mum. When was the last time you saw me?” you ask again and she sighs on the other side of the phone but she still doesn’t reply and this time you can’t help but let one tear slip out but you quickly wipe it away “I’ll talk to mr Aizawa about boarding over the holidays. See you whenever I guess.”

“(Y/n) please just...”

“It was two years ago in the spring. That’s when you last saw me. I’ll talk to you later, maybe I don’t know.”

“(Y/n) I’m really sor...”

“Sorry? Yeah no fine, apology accepted, whatever I got it. Hope your research goes well.” you say bitterly, pulling the phone away from your ear and tossing it onto your pillow, your body soon follows.

The futon fluffing underneath you as you collapse onto the bed, curling into a slight foetal position bringing your knees up to your chest and laying your head on the pillow. Your hair fanned out around you as you try to control your breathing and calm yourself by pressing your eyes closed. Your fingers curl into fists by your head, the material of the pillow scrunching into the palm of your hand as tears slip out from under eye lids and leave damp streaks down your cheeks.

Typical. You didn’t know why you were crying, you’d expected this. Why were you so upset over this? You’d vowed that you’d never cry over this again, but you were beginning to feel more and more like a burden to you parents then the miracle you were supposed to be. You didn’t want to be that kid with parent issues, but you were and you hated it. Oh well, it looked like another summer would be spent with Aizawa and some of the other students who had as fucked yo parents as yours.

“The hell was all that about?”

You internally groaned. You had forgotten he was there for a second but you should have known he would make his voice heard sooner or later.

“It was just my mum saying that she can’t home for the holidays. Again. For the third year in a row.” you mutter, your eyes still closed but you lazily open then when you feel Bakugou make his way over the bedspread towards you.

His fluffy paws making small indents on the mattress and his body slinking towards you. He stood by your face, laying himself down by your head, his fur tickling your nose and you let your eyes slide open to be met with his own striking garnet. His slitted pupils meeting yours and you lay there staring at him, you could easily see how this cat was Bakugou. Even in this form his scowl never faltered and if you hadn’t been able to hear the thoughts in his head you would have wandered what he was thinking.

“So what if your parents don’t come home for the summer?” he thinks and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t expect you to understand Bakugou, I’m sure your parents love you enough to bother seeing you at least once within two years.” you mutter “please don’t say anything about this if it’s going to be you usual rudeness.”

He’s quiet for a moment and you think that maybe he won’t say anything about it. You clearly didn’t understand him enough if you thought that was the case, because he reaches a paw up and bats you in the face with it causing your to flinch in slight pain but you notice that it’s a lot gentler then his earlier attempts to swat you and that he thankfully didn’t use his claws. Still, you weren’t in the mood to fight a cat, even if it was Bakugou.

“What makes you think I can’t relate to you? You don’t know shit about me.” his tone of voice in his mind sounds harsh and cold shouldered but it drops off slightly towards the end, as if he was suddenly saddened and it made you fall quiet as you turned your face out of the pillow to look at him and his head is bowed slightly and his ear drooping ever so slightly “when I was taken by those damn bastards, the league, my mum blamed me. Said I wasn’t strong enough and that it was my fucking fault any of it happened.”

Your brow creases and you can hear the slight edge of guilt and pain in his voice, even if it’s his consience talking your quirk allows you to hear the emotion behind people’s thoughts and Bakugou’s words are dripping in what can only be described as guilt and self hate. Bakugou, the most obnoxious and brash person you had ever met, was doubting himself and blaming himself for what had happened. You couldn’t imagine being a mother and blaming your child for something like that instead of just being grateful they were alive. What kind of mother did Bakugou have?

“It wasn’t your fault Bakugou.” you mumble, your words slightly muffled by the pillow and you turn in your side, your school skirt ruffling by your thighs.

“Well they didn’t take anyone else, everyone else was strong enough. Now look at me, i’m a walking fucking furball.”

You couldn’t help but snicker and his head snapped up to glare at you.

“It’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you, I just think it’s amusing how both our parents are so screwed up.” you say softly but he doesn’t reply and you sigh “its going to be ok Bakugou. When mr Aizawa gets back he can fix this. But Bakugou, if it helps, I think you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

“You do?”

You nod.

“Mmhm, even in this rather adorable form.” you tease and he hisses but doesn’t protest as you reach a hand out to run the back of his ear “I think you’re incredibly strong.”

“You’re not the weakest person I’ve ever met.” he grumbled and you felt a smile crawl over your lips, you’d almost forgotten about your previous aggression with your parents “you’re not the worst person I’ve had the unfortune of being with either.”

“Is that a compliment?” you tease and he scoffs.

“Take it however the fuck you want.”

“Well then thank you Bakugou.”

He inches closer toward you, his body nestling by your stomach and he curls up where your legs are bent. His form pushing against your bladder slightly and his body moving up and down with his small breaths and you freeze for a moment, the feeling of his fluffy form curled into your stomach fills you with a sudden drowsiness and your eyes kids grow heavy as Bakugou’s light purrs fill the room once again and your finger itch at his head, gently running over his ears and you know he’s asleep. You yourself feel your eye lids grow heavy and before you know it your passed out with the ash blond cat sound asleep by your side, his light snores filling your ears as you drifted further into unconsciousness.

You didn’t know how long you had been passed out for, maybe an hour maybe two or maybe only a few minutes. You really hated napping because you often lost track of time and woke up disoriented, but judging by the light coming from the windows you’d you’d been out for a while. The once bright yellow of the sun beams that ripples through the window of your dorm we’re now a softer and warmer shade that filled your bright dorm room with a natural glow. The once sapphire atmospheric sky was now a soft palet of orange and purple hues that softly hung above the UA campus.

It took you a while to eventually let your eyes flutter open, the dull ache from the hours spent sleeping lingering across your face and your body having been stiff from the foetal position you had slept in. Your uniform crumpled around your body with creases that would take a while to iron out and your hair slightly tangled but you didn’t have the mind set to care about your disheveled appearnwce at the moment. Instead a yawn escaped your lips and you allowed your body to stretch out a bit more, your sore muscles and bones releasing satisfying cracks with your stiff movements.

You felt something shift beside you and it took you a moment to remember that you had fallen asleep next to a certain cat, but as you became more conscious and your mind finally began to catch up with what was in your surroundings you noticed that the weight beside you had greatly increased. There was no way that the weight that was beside you and pushing down on your mattress was from one cat, you only felt your confusion grow when you felt what felt like a pair of strong arms tightly wrapped around your hips that were adamant to let you go any time soon. You could also feel the form of a large and bulky frame pushed against your own body, what felt like a nose digging into your toned stomach. Last you had checked you definitely went to bed sleeping beside a cat, this definitely didn’t feel like a cat that was clinging to your side.

Slowly you attempted to sit up, careful not to wake up the person sleeping beside you but their arms were so tight around your figure that you found it hard to move at all. Carefully you allowed your torso to sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows to see who was on your bed beside you. You sighed letting your eyes fall on the figure beside you and you felt your body stiffen, your body seeming to jolt for a second at the sight before you, your heart squirming in your chest from a feeling you couldn’t quite describe. It may have been shock or slight fear or something else entirely but whatever you felt it made you freeze and just look.

It was Bakugou. Now in his regular human form and he was sleeping soundly beside your awakened form. His well built arms snug around your hips and his face buried into your stomach, his toned chest pressing against your crotch and his feet hanging off the end of your bed. His breathing steady and you could feel his chest falling and rising against you, his muffled snores filling your ears and his ash blond hair softly glowing in the warm sunlight. You were eneveloped in his warmth and your whole body was soon relaxed under his weight that was pressed into your side but none that offered any comfort to your racing mind. You felt intense heat rise to your cheeks as you gazed down at the sleeping boy beside you. You hadn’t felt him transform back so he couldn’t have felt it either, if he did then surely he would have just left you and gone back to his own life now that he didn’t need your help. Yet here he was, snoring peacefully beside you. You felt a soft smile spread over your lips at the sight of him, sure he was rather adorable in cat form but you had to admit he was much more adorable to watch sleeping in human form and you would even go as far as to say attractive.

You shook you head, trying to rid yourself of the thought that had previously entered your mind. You shouldn’t be doting over this explosive and temperamental class mate, you shouldn’t have been staring at him for as long as you had been either but you cousins being yourself to wake him up. He just looked so peaceful. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him sleep for a little longer. You would never admit but you liked the feeling of having him wrapped around your body, it was comforting and the burnt caramel steel that lingered on his clothing was rather soothing. Huffing to yourself you lay your head back into the pillow, your own hands reaching down to subconsciously run through Bakugou’s hair, his hair still as soft and fluffy as when he had been a hair ball and you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach and battered along your nerves causing you to squirm with a slight giddiness. You were thankful that he had transformed back with clothes on, his UA uniform almost as disheveled as yours and you could still see light traces of cat hair embedded on your futon and school skirt.

Your fingers gently tugged against his roots and through his unruly locks of ash blond hair, your eyes pressing closed at the feeling of him burying himself further into your stomach and pulling your closer against him. He murmured something but you couldn’t hear him and you weren’t about to read his mind either, it was already bad enough that you were taking advantage of his vunrabilty while he was sleeping it would be worse if you read his mind while he wasn’t aware. Still, that didn’t stop you from enjoying his body being pressed into yours, in all honesty you couldn’t remember the last time you had been hugged or held by anyone and the warmth coming from Bakugou did little to make you want to pull out if his grip.

You didn’t move from your position for another few minutes, just revelling in the feeling of Bakugou sleeping soundly by your side still held close against him, your fingers lazily dragging through his hair. Your eyes pressed closed and breathing steady, but really wanting this moment to end but you knew eventually that he would wake up and probably chew you up and spit you back out for not waking him. Or he would just leave without a thank you or anything and you’d go back to the old relationship you had with him which was nothing.

You flinched when you felt him stirr beside you and you kept your eyes pressed closed, pretending to be asleep and you let your fingers fall limp against his head before he could feel you moving then through his hair. You heard him groan as he gradually came to, his arms beginning to slip off your sides and you felt your heart sink as the warmth was pulled from your body and you felt him begin to pull away from your side entirely. You were surprised he had remained quiet for so long, he was probably trying to avoid waking you up so he could leave without the difficulties of saying thank you or good bye. The thought of that made your weighted heart sink even lower but if that’s how he wanted it then what could you do?

You could still feel his body on the bed, his extra weight causing the mattress to dip and you wondered what was taking him so long to move. Probably not used to being back on two legs again. You couldn’t help the shiver that crawled over your skin and you turned over on the bed, still pretending to be asleep and releasing a soft sigh. Bakugou watched you turn over on your bed, his feet planted on the floor and his forearms resting on his thighs, his back hunched over as he turned his head over his shoulder upon feeling your movement behind him. His vermillion eyes glistening with something that neither of you could see but he certainly felt his heart twinge in his chest as your skin ripples with goosebumps. In all truth Bakugou has been awake before you had, he didn’t have to be a mind reader like you to know that you were pretending to be asleep now considering he had pulled the same stunt minutes prior.

He had woken up and found himself tangled up against your body, his first instinct had been to pull away, repulsed that he was hugging you like that but he had for once thought before he lost his cool and realised that maybe it wasn’t the worst position to be in so he allowed himself to lay beside you and pretended to be in slumber. Then he had felt your fingers move through his hair and it had taken all of him to carry in the facade of being asleep, he loved the way your touch felt and having to leave you now made him slightly pissed off. You shiver again and Bakugou contemplates throwing a blanket over you or maybe just pulling back into his body again, but he needed to get back to his dorm room maybe he’d pay that Tsuki guy a visit too, now he had his quirk back he could probably do a lot more damage then a few scratches.

“Don’t fight Tsuki. It’s not worth it.”

His head snaps back to where you lie in your bed and he feels his cheeks instantly heat up as he looks away from you, his cheeks puffing out in irritation. How much of his thoughts had you heard?

“Get out my fucking head.” he grumbled, rising from the bed. His hands reaching up to pull his blazer further over his shoulders, his hands running through his hair to rub away the linger feeling of your touch that still tingled on his scalp. You watched him from your bed, biting your lip and sitting up, pulling your hand through your messy bed hair and fluffing it up as you watched Bakugou move around your room as he readjusted to having opposable thumbs and two feet. It was nice to know that even after his kind thoughts he was still an unbearable grump.

“Sorry, your thoughts are kind of loud.” you apologise and he scoffs.

“Just don’t read my mind anymore, it’s annoying as hell and I don’t need you to know what I’m thinking.” he grunts and you nod, tuning out the abrasive thoughts that echo from his head and it’s quiet for a moment.

“So, you’re not a cat anymore.” you say, pulling yourself to the edge of your bed where Bakugou has once sat “guess the quirk’s affects wore off.”

“Yeah no shit.” Bakugou snaps and you roll your eyes but you noticeably flinch at the way his vermillion eyes pierce through you and you realise you seemed to have forgotten how intimidating the boy actually was when he didn’t have a tail a whiskers.

You stay quiet, afraid to say anything else should you piss him off further and you were still too tired to deal with his temper. Still you were annoyed at his attitude towards you though and click your tongue as you wait for him to leave, your chest felt slightly empty at how he was treating you know when compared to how he was hugging you earlier. You can still hear a quiet hum coming from Bakugou from where you tried to mute his thoughts but his brainwaves were so loud and disruptive it was managing to break through the barrier you had put up until you couldn’t hold it anymore and all of his thoughts cane flooding in like a tidal wave.

“You idiot, you’re a fucking idiot why’d you have to sleep next to her. Should have just left when you had the chance, now she’s going to try and be your friend or some shit. But you liked it when you had her in your arms. No I didn’t shut up. Bet she’s reading my fucking thoughts right now.”

His body stiffened and he glanced over his shoulder at you from where he stood across the room, his eyes narrowing at you so aggressively you could swear that you saw a blood vessel burst. You quickly threw your glance away from him to try to appear as if you weren’t staring at his back but you knew that he had caught you in the act and you heard him growl.

“I told you not to read my damn mind!” he snapped “there’s nothing interesting in their anyways.”

“Can you just leave already?” you grumble, rising from the bed and making your way to the door, grabbing the handle and turning it with a click to let the door swing open “I missed lunch today so I need food.”

Bakugou only soffed, storming out the door, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his footsteps echoing down the corridor. You watched his retreating form, shaking your head and sighing to yourself as you pulled the door closed behind you and made your way towards the dining area. They sometimes served late night meals for older students who studied late, you hoped maybe you could snag one and sneak it back up to your room without anyone seeing.

You couldn’t stop the thoughts that swirled through your mind about what exactly had happened that day. Bakugou has been turned into cat. Bakugou attacked your bully. Bakugou helped you with homework. You and Bakugou shared your issues with your parents. Bakugou fell asleep beside you. It all seemed so surreal, it had happened so fast that a steady walk to the diner didn’t seem like nearly enough to calm down what had transpired earlier. You wouldn’t deny you were disappointed. You had hoped that a small part of Bakugou would maybe consider being friends with you, you hoped maybe you had broken down some if his walls and that maybe he had broken yours. But no, you were back to being a loner with only the thoughts of others for company. You didn’t like getting attached to people, people came and went and you couldn’t rely on them to stick around so maybe it was for the best that nothing had happened between you and Bakugou.

You sighed to yourself as you made your way back down the stairs away from the dorms and toward the cafeteria. There were a few older students lingering in the corridors and you made sure to avoid the ones that you knew Tsuki hung around with. You managed it with ease since most of them stuck close together and you soon found yourself waiting in line for food, your eyes still heavy from sleep and your body moving in sluggish effort. You could feel the states from the other students but you didn’t care, you just wanted to eat and the pain filling your stomach from lack of nutrition was beginning to become unbearable.

When you finally made it to the counter your face scrunched up in slight disappointment at the food that was left . None of it seemed really appetising and had your stomach not been gurgling and growling for it to be filled you would have declined what the cooks had to offer but that wasn’t the case and your lips were practically watering so you begrudgingly took a tray of sushi that was warm but also cold at the same time. You tried to ignore the thoughts of the servers that said you were ungrateful for not liking and chose to block it out. Thanking the servers, despite their rude thoughts, you made your way out of the diner, keeping your head down and pace fast just wanting the privacy of your dorm room. Of course today just wasn’t your day and you should have known that things would not go your way.

“Oi (y/l/n).”

You froze. The events of this morning having found a way back to you. You didn’t have to turn to know that Tsuki was stood behind you, you pressed your eyes closed, a loud exhale leaving your lips as you turned around to face your demon. You couldn’t help the smirk that spread over your face at the sight of Tsuki covered in scratches, his handsome face now decorated with red lines of broken skin from Bakugou’s claws and his nose covered by a plaster that did little to make him look any less beat up. He caught you smirking and you instantly regretted it.

“The fuck are you smiling about freak?” he growled stepping toward you and you felt yourself step back again “think this is funny? What your stupid cat did this morning, you think that’s something to laugh about?”

This was a repeat of this morning there was no doubt about it except this time you didn’t have Bakugou to jump in and claw you to safety. You only had your last few nerves and they were shot from the strain of today’s events, you were tired hungry and not in any mentality to stand up to Tsuki. Maybe it would just be easier to let him bully you for a bit, blow off some steam and then hope that he leaves you alone for a bit. You stand still as he gets closer into your face, your eyes staring at your shoes as you clutch your food box closer into your chest. If your food made it out of what was to come in once piece then you didn’t care what happened to you.

“Where’s your dumb beast now freak? Don’t tell me even the cat got freaked out by you too and left, you really are a loser.” he sneered, stepping closer and at this point you were trembling. You didn’t know if it was fear or hunger that was causing your body to act this way.

“Please Tsuki, just...”

“Leave you alone?” he asked stepping even closer so that his chest was pushing against your own and you found yourself once again backed into a corner.

Your back pushed up against the wall and his much taller form looming over you. Anyone who passed by didn’t bother to intervene, Tsuki was respected and feared and there was no way anyone would stand up to him and considering most of the more honourable students were in their dorms at this time you had no chance of being saved. You had never thought you would want Bakugou in any situation, you really wanted him now.

“Come on freak, you know I’m never going to leave you alone. You deserve this, you deserve to be pathetic loser who nobody cares about. Even your parents don’t like you enough to come home.”

“H-how’d you...”

“Oh please, you stay here every summer and every holiday since you started at UA. It’s obvious your folks don’t want you.”

“Shut up.” you spit, your temper finally getting the better of you as you glare into Tsuki’s dark eyes and for a moment you think maybe you’ve done something to deter him from causing you any more harm. You knew it would have been too good to believe.

His eyes darken and he only shifts his body closer to you, dropping his head slightly and leaning in closer, his lips almost brushing your ear and his posture is tense. You swallow heavily, your lips growing dry and blood pulsing through your veins in a way that made your head pound and you felt your hands shake slightly, like an animal that was cornered you had no where to run. You could feel Tsuki’s breath falling against your neck in a way that makes your skin crawl, his dark and dangerous thoughts filling your own mind and it only makes you wish that the ground would swallow you up and just let you die. You didn’t think anyone would miss you.

“I’m going to make you wish you were never born (y/l/n). Bet your reading my mind right now, bet you think you have the upper hand on me but here’s the thing...”

“Oi.”

You had never been more relieved to hear the gruff and angered voice of Bakugou Katsuki. You released a sigh of relief as Tsuki leaned away from you, a look flashing in his eyes before he turned his attention off of you and into the spiky haired boy who stood in the middle of the corridor. Scarlet eyes narrowed into a defensive glare and his fists clenched by his sides, teeth gritted and in his head you can hear that Bakugou’s only thoughts are to protect you and get you out of harms way. You would have been flattered had your nerves still not been completely fried. You watched as Bakugou stepped closer to Tsuki, the older boy giving a cocky smirk to the explosive blond who placed himself between you and your aggressor. The ash blonde’s large frame shielding you from the older Male and Bakugou’s face was pushed into Tsuki’s, his face scrunched up into a menacing glare that would have terrified anyone. But Tsuki was not easily intimidated.

“Do I know you?” Tsuki asked in a monotone lull, obviously but recognising Bakugou as the one who had given him the scarring he now wore on his skin.

“You’re about to know me if you don’t back the hell away from her.” Bakugou growls, his jaw clenched hard and a vein bulging slightly in his forehead but you only feel your heart jolt at Bakugou’s words. Tsuki released a dark chuckle that sent a shiver up your spine.

“So the freak does have a friend.” Tsuki taunts, his head tilting to the side and his attention turning back to you as he peers around Bakugou to give you a cocky smirk, his hands in his pockets and long dark tresses of hair falling over his eyes casting them in menacing shadows. Bakugou growls louder and shifts his position so you’re hidden from your bully’s view, and Tsuki stands up to his full height the sneer still on his lips as he looks down at you and Bakugou “I can see you’re not gonna let me have my fun with her are you?”

“Like hell I will you fucking prick, I better not see you near her again or else I’ll blast your ass straight to hell.” Bakugou hissed, his hands coming alive with small explosions that caught Tsuki’s attention. The ravenette arching a brow as the small crackels danced in Bakugou’s palm and he smiled, pressing his closed before backing off, turning his back on you and Bakugou as he made his way back down the corridor.

Bakugou watched Tsuki leave, his ruby irises lingering on the retreating form of the upper classman before he moved away from you to turn and face you. He avoided your eyes, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck as you found your wits again, your food still in your hands and Bakugou stole a look down to see the sushi and his lip curled up into a sneer.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna eat that shit.” he grumbles, snatching the container from your grip the earlier grievance having been completely erased from his mind and you blinked in slight confusion. One quick read of his mind told you that he didn’t want to be thanked and you took it upon yourself to follow his actions and not mention Tsuki.

“Well it’s all they had to offer. I’m not exactly in a position to be picky.” you say reaching forward to take your sushi back but he quickly throws it over his shoulder and you watch with dismay as your food falls into a nearby bin, you glare at Bakugou “the hell! That was my only food! What’s your problem?”

He scoffs and makes his way down the corridor, you puff out your cheeks in annoyance and chase after him, falling into a walk by his side. He glanced down at you from the corner of his eyes and he rolls his eyes in slight annoyance but he lets you walk beside him.

“I’ll cook you something better then that cheap ass sushi. Think of it as me owing you, I hate owing people shit so this is me repaying you for lookin after me today.” he says and you open your mouth to reply but he cuts you off before you get a chance “I spoke to Aizawa about your situation over the summer, my folks have a place by the beach and shitty hair is going abroad with his parents this year so we have a spare room. You’re coming and don’t thank me for it.”

You only nod in response, a wide smile on your face as you follow Bakugou up to the living space in the dorms, your skirt still slightly covered in cat hair.

...

This took way to long to write and I kind of hate this one cause I had writers block and I could have done better but I hope you liked it I had no clue where I was going with this toward the end and I wish I could have made it longer but Tumblr only has a 250 paragraph limit. Thanks for reading x

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Support System Masterlist

› Pairing: Hybrid!Yoongi & Timid!Reader

› TWC: 15k

› Genres: Hybrid, Fluff, Angst, Adventure

› Rating: PG15 (This could change.)

› Warnings: Trust Issues, Hybrid Issues, Society Issues, Gangs, Fighting, Mild, Violence, Injuries, Blood, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety, Insecurities, PSTD, Night Terrors, Mentions of Trauma, Police, Social Anxiety. Please Read At Your Own Discretion.

› Status: Series

› Last Updated: October 2020

› Banner: Thank you so much @dee-ehn​ for this fabulous banner!

› Cowritten: by myself and the ever so talented Alexa @therealmintedmango​

› Summary: The Support System. A program designed to offer help to those in need through the form of a dependable hybrid. You don’t have much faith in it, especially when a no nonsense cat-man shows up at your door looking like he was plucked from the streets. Gone are the days of solitude that once filled your dreary home, peace and quiet making way for the lawless enigma known as Min Yoongi. Little do you know that a healthy dose of adventure by his side might be just what you need.

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𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑺

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𝗣𝗥𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗘𝗦

AIZAWA SHOUTA AKA ERASERHEAD

𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙎☢

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DENKI KAMINARI AKA CHARGEBOLT

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝙍𝙔☂

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SHOTO TODOROKI AKA SHOTO

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𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈☢

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA AKA RED RIOT

𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿'𝙎 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 ✉

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AIZAWA SHOUTA AKA ERASERHEAD

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙔☢

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DENKI KAMINARI AKA CHARGEBOLT

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𝙑𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙅𝙊𝘽☢

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SHOTO TODOROKI AKA SHOTO

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EIJIROU KIRISHIMA AKA RED RIOT

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BAKUGO KATSUKI AKA DYNAMIGHT

𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃✉

𝘽𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎✉

IZUKU MIDORIYA AKA DEKU

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DENKI KAMINARI AKA CHARGEBOLT

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋✉

SHOTO TODOROKI AKA SHOTO

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋✉

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA AKA RED RIOT

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋✉

BAKUGO KATSUKI AKA DYNAMIGHT

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋✉

IZUKU MIDORIYA AKA DEKU

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋✉

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𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈 𝘼𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙔 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈 𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙆𝙀𝙔𝙎 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎

Definitely going to come back and read this again at some point

Very Smexy 😌😌

I have so many intense daydreams about Bakugou on the daily that I might as well share some in hopes that someone makes it into a fanfic.

Warning: mentions of alcohol

I am not a strong/good writer so please don’t come at me for mistakes 😂

Y/N gets hired to babysit for Bakugou. She shows up to his penthouse suite feeling immediately intimidated, not only with the beautiful luxurious apartment but with the 6’2 (he’s tall in my head)  muscular, drop dead gorgeous man in front of her. He barely notices her when showing her around the apartment looking at his phone and watch most of the time with the occasional point at where things were and grunt at the stupid idea that Kirishima thought he needed to go on another blind date that month. He’s ready to leave as he picks up his car keys and wallet off the counter. He presses the button to the private elevator and grunts one last time before walking in and pressing the button for the parking garage. He looks up to see Y/N standing in front of the elevator already with a book in hand and a soft smile on her face. “Have a good night Mr.Bakugou” she slightly picks her hand to wave and the door closes. Fuck, why was she so cute? He thought as he shuffles around in the elevator trying not to think about her instead of his soon to be date.

He failed.

The whole date went great if you would’ve asked his date. He was polite, funny and a real gentleman (as much as he could still being himself) but all he would think of was you. He texted you once or three times while his date was ether in the bathroom or looking away just to check up on you. Is she hungry? What book was she reading? Maybe I should bring her food he thought as the date was coming to a close. He must’ve almost ran out of the restaurant after he payed the tab and downed his lost few sips of whiskey. Kirishima is going to lecture me later about that. He drove as quick as he could without trying to get arrested or stopped by the cops. Maybe I was just romanticizing her in my head. She can’t be that cute. I only looked at her for two seconds. Maybe it was all in my head. He clings to the warm food he ordered for you as he walk into the apartment making a full stop as you and him make eye contact. You are curled up with a book in hand and a blanket wraped around your waist. You immediately perk up and straighten your back which make your breast bounce, you hope he didn’t notice.

He did. “Hey, welcome home” you say with a smile unwrapping yourself from the blanket and setting the book on the table. You’re wearing a white flowy shirt that shows a little of your cleavage and tight jeans. Bakugou just stares, doesn’t move an inch just stares. “Um, the kids stayed asleep the whole time. I went to check a few times and they shifted a little in their sleep but other then that it was fine” she begins to put her book in her tote bag bending over to unplug the cord from the socket. Bakugou just stares as he tilts his head a little to check out her ass as she bends over and nods. He begins to move towards her and pushes the bag of food on y/n while looking down at her and says, “eat”. Fuck, It wasn’t in my head. She was as beautiful as I remembered. Okay now that I know this information. I gotta keep her around. I want to know everything about her. Y/N looks at the bag of food pressed against her and nods. It smells so good, she can’t deny that she was hungry so why not. Bakugou grabs the food back and serves it for her in a fancy plate. He motions her to come sit and he pulls out the chair for her. Y/N  instantly blushed at this act of chivalry. It’s not everyday that you get the chance to dine with the number 2 hero. She’s praying she doesn’t fuck it up. They make small talk. Bakugou was being more charming then usual even smirking when she made a joke. He was calm around her, something about her we made him feel warm (well warmer) inside. I need her. When she finished eating, he removed her plate and asked if she wanted to talk more on the couch. Y/N almost jumped up on to her feet at the idea but quickly brought it down a notch to hide her eagerness.

He noticed. The rest of the night was spent on the couch talking about their childhoods, their hobbies and Bakugou’s kids. Every few minutes one of them will find a way to inch closer until there was very little space between them. The eye contact alone was making Bakugou needy for her full undivided attention. She’s so pretty. She’s smart too. Her skin looks so soft. I wonder how she.. oh shit she just asked me something Before too long it was getting late. “Wow, it’s so late. I should really get going” Y/N said as she got up from the couch and put on her cardigan. “Thank for the dinner and the wonderful conversation” she said smiling while she put on her shoes. Do something. She’s going to leave. I don’t want her to leave. Play it cool. “Do you have any plans tomorrow. I’m going to need help with the brats. I’ll pay you. You can meet them if you’re not busy” he said trying not to sound as desperate as he was feeling. “Yeah, I’d like that.” she said standing ready to go with all her stuff on. Bakugou stood up and walked over to her. They were so close she could feel the heat coming from his body. Bakugou is now looking down at you, looking at you like if we’re a piece of priceless beautiful art that only he wanted access to. “I’ll see you tomorrow then” you smile. “9am, I’ll pay for the whole day” he says smirking. “Sounds good to me” you say as you walk into the private elevator. “It’s a date” he says so low that you barely pick it up.. Nevertheless you could not sleep thinking about seeing him the next day. You toss and turn in bed. The only you can think of is those big muscles from years of pro-training, that smirk and the way he made you feel so warm and safe.

You are fucked..

—

Imagine going to the bioluminescent forest to research plants and neteyam is bathing there but you haven’t met and you try to sneak away before he sees you watching him🫣🫠

wow i finally finished this after literally months & it was definitely worth the wait ;)

very descriptive smut 18+ minors dni pls!!!! & thx to @cinetrix for fueling my delusions w these photos <3

the forest of pandora; one of the many treasures of the extrasolar moon.

coming from earth, where the greenery has been absorbed by concrete jungles, this new planet is fascinating to you.

pandora’s lush paradise is filled with rich varying colors, and trees that tower into the atmosphere. being a xenobiologist in this environment, is like hitting the jackpot.

the bizarre flora can keep you occupied for hours, every time you step foot outside you always find something new to observe.

but when you stumble upon a na’vi you haven’t seen before- and somehow looks vaguely familiar… you can’t help but gawk at him as he washes himself in a steaming lagoon.

being surrounded by na’vi is intimidating. especially when they’re tall, and lean, and everything that your human form is not. you work alongside the omatikaya clan, thankful that you were too young to travel in cryo after the war.

but as you continue to stare from the tree line, you observe the adornments in the man’s hair, and the neckpiece that confirms he belongs to the clan you work alongside.

how have you never seen this na’vi before? you know everyone! from the olo’eyktan, to the tsahìk. you crouch down in your spot in the shadows of the trees, watching how he softly scrubs his body and creates white suds over his blue skin.

you admire him from afar, taking note of the valleys of his defined muscles and how they protrude magnificently from having a low percentage of body fat, if any.

although you appreciate the plants, the best part of the planet is ingenious species of the world— the na’vi.

their skin is a muted cyan, and adorned with stripes that are not all uniform. they’re also tall, much taller than an above average human male- and their bones are reinforced with a naturally occurring carbon fiber, making their muscles sharp and chiseled…

…and this one is absolutely breathtaking. his nose is perfectly slanted, and his ears are pointed yet soft at the same time. his eyes are round and golden like the star that shines in the sky.

god, is he fucking tall, like a tree. you feel like if you would stand next to him, you would only reach his goddamn elbow! oh man, you’d like to climb him.

you shake away your dirty thoughts, almost laughing at yourself for thinking so irrationally. you’re crouched here, stalking a na’vi as he bathes— what a creep.

you stand up fully to turn around and walk the opposite way, but your foot crunches loudly on a thick twig. it’s almost like a chain reaction as a nearby animal in the bush darts out in attempt to escape from your human self.

instinctively, you let out a screech as you stumble backwards to run away from the scared little thing. your heels catch the fallen log, the one you were previously hiding behind, and your knees buckle which sends you hurtling over the wood.

you tumble backwards past the treeline, and into the open field. you land on your butt with your back facing the lagoon. your heart is pounding out of your chest, whether it’s from the animal startling you, or the embarrassment of the na’vi now knowing you were in the trees near him.

you take a deep breath to calm your nerves, one of your hands rest on your chest as you attempt to control your breathing. oh god, you’re such a weirdo. he has to know you were watching him. maybe you can play it off as you simply tripping and falling.

before you could seek out where the na’vi is, a large heavy hand lays on your shoulders from behind. the feeling startles you, and makes your entire body jolt to spin around on your butt and face the intruder.

“oh god… hi.” you puff out breathlessly, and your eyes look over his damp body and the pearly-white smile on his face.

“you okay?” his accented voice speaks in english.

your face obviously looks taken aback, which makes him take a step away from you and his hand falls back to his side. “i’m okay, yeah… yeah, wait — you speak english?” your eyes peer up at him curiously as you stand to your feet, and he can’t help but smile at the inquisitive look on your human face.

“i do.. i grew up speaking it alongside my family, i’d rather speak my peoples language, but you’re not one of them.” his deep voice hums, and you can’t help but notice how his gaze flits over your body.

you’ll say it is a warm day today on pandora, so you’re not completely covered up; you’re wearing a thin tank top that you ripped into a crop, and some tiny khaki shorts that sit high on your waist and short on your thighs.

you can feel your cheeks heat up from him evidently checking you out, which makes your arms cross over your chest to shield your body.

his eyes slightly widen when you unintentionally press your breasts closer to each other. the man swallows and lifts his eyes to your face behind your mask, now knowing that you caught him in the act.

“i’m neteyam.” he extends one of his very large hands, which you gladly take. his hand is warm and heavy in yours, practically engulfing your own hand in his palm.

you smile at his introduction, then your face screws up in confusion. your brain wracks through every memory of where you could have heard that name before. then it clicks, and suddenly your eyes widen in realization, “neteyam sully?” you blurt out, still unknowingly shaking his hand like a mad man.

“uh… yes. that’s me?” he chuckles awkwardly, and looks at your hands still moving between your bodies.

neteyam sully— the olo’eyktan’s son, the stealthy warrior of the sky. the one who rarely makes an appearance in the clan because of his strenous mission to seek out the RDA.

“i know your dad, and your entire family. i work with the omatikaya!!” your eyes dart down to your shaking hands before pulling away in embarrassment.

“oh. you’re the girl? the one norm and max brought in..” he hums, almost like a purr, and his arms cross over his toned chest.

the girl? so he’s heard about you.

“i guess that’s me…?” you let out a nervous laugh, “i’m y/n by the way. it’s nice to finally meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” you can’t help but beam at him.

it’s almost as if he is a legend to the omatikaya because seeing him is such a rare occurrence. after his family had returned from the island clan, neteyam went into hiding to track down the RDA, to avenge his people that were lost in the war.

your eyes trail down his body, unable to help yourself; sometimes you can’t get over how beautiful the na’vi are.

neteyam places his hands on his hips as he watches your eyes rake over the expanse of his body, “like what ya see?” he arrogantly asks with a smirk.

you take a step back once you hear his words, “no- no… i—.” you raise your hands in surrender as your cheeks burn with a blush.

“i’m sorry. i was just… admiring, i guess.. i study the entirety pandora so it’s always fascinating to see something new.” your voice is slightly muffled from your mask, and your hushed tone.

slender fingers wrap around your wrists to gently tug your hands away from the surface of the mask, “don’t worry, i’m just messing around.”

when neteyam comes into view, his face is much closer to you from him being slightly bent down. you can see every detail, every subtle knick in his skin from previous injuries, and the slight pink tint to the tip of his nose and his cheeks.

god, he is one beautiful na’vi.

he stands up straight and clears his throat, “go ahead. examine whatever you want. i’ll be your test subject.. doctor.” he sarcastically nods toward you from the nickname, and places his hands on his hips.

the nickname makes a shiver run down your spine—you’re definitely no doctor, but you’ll take it.

you gulp as you allow yourself to peer over his body, letting your eyes run over his muscles and the stripes that adorn his skin. the sun hides behind clouds in the sky, casting a dark shadow over the two of you.

his bioluminescent freckles sparkle in the shadows, and you can’t help but reach out and touch them. his body shudders under your soft touch as your fingertips gracefully run over the spots that adorn his chest. following the trails that lead farther down his abdomen.

neteyam seems to have been sculpted by eywa herself.

“may i say… you are quite beautiful.” his deep voice blurts in the tension-filled air, causing your lungs to constrict from the compliment.

you stare up at him through your eyelashes, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. “so are you.” you reply with a small smile.

he lets out a little breathy, ‘hmph’ from your reply, as if he was amused by it. he bows his head toward you in an act of silently thanking you.

one of his hands rise to play with the wild hair sticking out beside your ears. then he lets his fingers trail down the border of your mask and down your neck; the feather-light touches make your skin crawl.

the look in his eyes darken as he stares down at you, which makes your stomach fill with butterflies. how does someone you just met have such an effect on you?

“i know you were watching me earlier.” his sultry voice purrs out, as his thumb works to rub soft circles into your throat.

your eyes blow wide, and your mouth slightly falls open from his confession, “i–i.. what?” you breathe out as heat fills your entire body, and humiliation burns at your skin.

“it’s okay. do not worry…” he chuckles from your obvious panic and swipes his thumb under your chin to tilt your face up, “i enjoy having your eyes on me.” his deep voice rumbles quietly, but still loud enough to make your skin crawl with goosebumps.

you can feel the heat pool in between your legs from his soft touches. his eyes peer into yours, and you watch how his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares at you.

you feel shame sit heavy in your chest from how aroused you are. you shouldn’t be doing this and he shouldn’t be encouraging it; he’s na’vi and the son of your boss, and you’re human. there’s absolutely no way this would be possible.

neteyam can tell your mind is overworking itself as your eyes flicker over his face. he takes the opportunity to swoop down and press his lips to your ear, making you gasp in surprise.

no fucking way he’s this close to you right now.

he pulls back, but just enough so his lips were ghosting over the glass, fogging it up and wishing you could kiss him.

the striking yellow of his irises makes your lower stomach clench, and the firm feeling of his hands running down your body makes you bite back a moan.

“tell me to stop… and i will.” he breathes out with a hint of a smirk crawling on his perfect lips.

“we–we shouldn’t…” your voice is breathless, and you can feel your body trembling; whether it’s from nervousness or the anticipation of what is about to happen.

there’s an inexplicable chemistry that cannot be ignored between the two of you.

“you’re right, we shouldn’t…” he takes a step back, tearing himself away from you; which makes you suck in a sharp desperate breath. you don’t want him to stop, “but wouldn’t it be fun?” he swoops back and grabs your hips harshly to pull you into his body.

neteyam can only be honest with himself. being a warrior is tough, especially being away from his family. but one of the worst parts is that he doesn’t have a woman to feed his hunger, to release his pent up frustration— the only thing he is left with is his own hands.

so when a beautiful human girl stumbles onto his path, he can’t help but allow lust to cloud his vision.

a whimper escapes your throat when his hot body presses into you, and the feeling of his bulge sitting on your stomach makes your knees want to buckle. “is that a yes?” he hisses out under his breath.

you fervently nod in agreement, “please. i’ll let you do anything you want to me.” you whine out, almost turning into putty in his strong hold.

neteyam’s tail whips behind him at the sound of that and a cocky sneer forms on his face. he finally closes the gap between your bodies as his hands grip your upper thighs, lifting your body up to his level.

your arms swing themselves around his neck, and your thighs tightly squeeze his waist as he holds you in the air.

he attaches lips to the junction of skin that connects your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your warm body- sending shivers to wrack down your spine. his entire presence is intoxicating to you, and you crave even more from him.

the na’vi stumbles forward to a nearby tree to press your back against it, now your hips are almost flush. only separated by his loin cloth, and your thin shorts. you can feel the weaved fabric of his cloth press against your center, which makes a soft whine spill from your lips.

neteyam smiles against your neck, pulling back to look over your face for a moment. the look in his eyes makes you want to drop to your knees right at this moment, but he’s quick to lean down and continue his attack against your neck.

his sharp teeth carefully nip at your skin and his lips suck little love bites, causing lovely red spots that’ll inevitably show up darker later. the feeling causes an explosion of flutters to erupt across your nerve-endings.

his hands hold your body in place against the tree as he lowers himself, kissing down your collarbones and making his way to your breasts, “take it off.” he breathes out, almost like a desperate hiss.

his eyes dart from your face to your tank top, licking his lips in anticipation. you quickly oblige, pulling your hands from his braids to swiftly tug the flimsy fabric over your head.

you toss it somewhere beneath you to the mossy ground, now left completely shirtless. you silently thank yourself for not wearing a bra today.

neteyam’s tail waves entrancingly behind him as he looks over your naked chest, “mmm, sevin..” he purrs in his native tongue, which almost made you climax at the sound of it.

you recognize that word as ‘pretty’… he called you pretty. the compliment obviously makes your cheeks flush, and he takes notice to it and a smile grows on his handsome face.

he grins at your shyness, and leans forward to look into your eyes. “you are.” his voice rumbles, as one of his hands snakes up to rest on your naked chest.

the feeling of his large hand on your body makes you bite your bottom lip, his hand covers your entire breast and his fingers reach to your collarbone. he takes his time with you as he leaves wet kisses all over your chest until he reaches the other unoccupied one.

he kisses along your nipple, playfully licking at it like a cat before making his way farther down your body. the hand on your breast keeps your body in place as he lowers himself. his teeth nip as the waist band of your shorts, expertly undoing the button with his mouth.

the heat of his mouth unfortunately leaves your body, which makes you wriggle in his grip. “be patient, little one.” he chuckles, and uses one arm to hold your entire body up while the other busies itself tugging your shorts off of your legs. thankfully, he doesn’t ruin them for future use, since human clothes are a rare thing to come across on pandora.

he frowns when he sees your underwear, “so many layers… why?” he grumbles.

a giggle tumbles past your lips, but you snap your mouth shut to stop yourself, “why are you laughing?” he stares up at you from between your legs. the sight of him so close to where you need him makes you salivate.

“m’sorry. it’s just funny.” you stifle more laughter from sputtering out, as a mischievous smile tugs up onto his face. “your kind is funny. na’vi only have our tweng, and that’s it. none of whatever this is..” he huffs as he expertly moves your legs onto his shoulders, now face to face with your center.

one of his fingers hooks into the elastic of your panties, and lets it snap back against your skin. the feeling makes you jolt in his arms as the burn soothes itself.

neteyam places lazy kisses along your inner thigh, smiling as he feels you shudder in his hands, “sensitive.” his hot breath puffs against the damp fabric of your underwear.

you whine in his arms, instinctively bucking your hips forward. he tsks and his ears flatten against the side of his head, “patience, love. patience.” his voice soothes you as he unsheathes his blade from his hip.

“wait! what are you doing?” you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, but he is relentless and too strong- which in all honesty turns you on even more.

“shhh.” he hushes you as one of his fingers stretch the fabric of your cotton panties away from your hip, and he brings the knife up to cleanly slice it in two places.

the thin fabric falls to the ground and your mouth is hanging open in shock. somehow, you can’t even be mad at him for ruining your underwear from how fucking hot that was.

“this okay?” he breathes out teasingly over your core, and all you can do is nod. you’re about to get eaten out by a na’vi, for the matter of fact the olo’eyktan’s eldest son. you wish he could pinch you right now because this seems like a dream.

once neteyam receives your consent, he dives forward. his long tongue explores your folds, making the back of your head slam against the trunk of the tree as you cry out to the sky.

your hands instantly find solace in his braids, as the heat of his mouth finds every possible pleasure-filled spot.

“oh god…!” you let out a loud moan, and your fists grip his braids harsher. your movements cause a hoarse moan to vibrate from his mouth, up into you.

which earns neteyam another loud cry to spill from your swollen lips; it’s like music to his ears. he digs his face farther into your mound, wiggling his face back and forth to coax more of those delightful sounds out of you.

your chest puffs crazily and your back arches off of the rough surface of the tree bark, “yes, oh my god.. fuck- i’m gonna- don’t stop!” you ramble out, as your hips involuntarily buck against his face.

neteyam chuckles as your eagerness, smiling against you as he pulls away to allow you to calm down. the scene between your legs makes you feel as if you could come untouched. no way this man is edging you right now.

he is smiling all giddy, his pearly whites on show with your slick glistening around his mouth. it’s something of your deepest darkest fantasies, you wish you could take a picture so you could never forget it.

your chest heaves as your body attempts to soothe your built up high that was sinfully stolen from you, “what is this god you talk about?” he questions as he pulls you away from the tree, and slides your body down his so your legs are around his waist again.

“someone we humans admire. like eywa to the na’vi.” you sigh out and lean back against the tree.

a sudden surge of confidence floods your body, allowing your nervousness to wash away. knowing that neteyam is strong enough to hold you up, so you allow yourself to unhook your hands from around his neck.

“like eywa?” he questions with a hum, his round eyes intently watch your every move.

your hands run down his neck, to his chest and over his muscles and scars. “yes, like eywa, and i prefer eywa as well.” your breathing shudders as you lean forward rest your mask against his chest.

you can’t help but notice the tiny smirk on his lips from your comment.

your fingers reach up to your face, sliding your finger under the seal to pull it away from your face. his eyes go wide as he stutters over his words, and his hands fly up to press it back against your face.

“what are you doing? you will die, we’re too far to get help.”

your glossy eyes look up at him through your eyelashes, “trust me. i won’t die. please let me take it off.” you whimper desperately, chewing on your bottom lip.

the begging look you give him makes his stomach do somersaults, unable to stop you from doing whatever you want. with those eyes and that look, you have him wrapped around your finger.

his grip leaves the sides of the mask, and a sneaky smile beams on your face. he surrenders to you, and rests his hands against your sides as he watches the mask fall from your face to hang around your neck.

finally, your beauty is exposed from behind the hazy glass. he’s able to see your face fully, drinking in every beauty mark and the twinkle in your eyes.

while holding your breath, you lean forward to press a kiss against his neck. you allow your tongue to dart out, to lick at his clean skin, to feel his heartbeat pumping against your lips. neteyam lets out an obscene groan, one that rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against your body.

speaking of your body, it feels as if it’s aching for him, like he put a spell on your mind to obsess over him- as if he’s taken over your nervous system like an addictive drug.

you can feel your lungs starting to scream for oxygen, burning in your chest. with one last moment, you push yourself farther by tugging his face down to yours.

his lips are finally on yours. kissing you with passion and fervor, knowing this will be your first and last kiss unless he sees you again after this affair.

his tongue urgently slips past yours and into your mouth, sucking you in like a vice. he breathes you in as he presses his entire front into your body, pinning you against the tree.

you instinctively suck in a breath of pandora’s air, hoping you would receive the blissful feeling of fresh air in your lungs, but instead it feels as if you’ve inhaled hot embers.

neteyam swiftly shoves the mask back over your face, allowing you to take a deep breath of the oxygen that you desperately needed. the color flooding back into your face as you take deep, slow breaths.

“please…” you breathlessly beg. your voice is more whiny than you intended it to be, but you could care less. his hands busy themselves by pulling the elastic back around your head to situate the mask. his eyes full of worry, but he realizes that your mind is not thinking about how you almost just suffocated.

your head falls back against the tree behind you as your back arches, and your hips buck against him. your body is instinctively trying to seek out the pleasure that he once stole away from you.

“please what, little one?” neteyam’s large hands slide down your soft sides until he reaches your ass. his fingertips dig into the pillowy flesh, kneading it slowly as if he was cherishing the feeling of your skin.

“you are soft. much softer than my people.” his compliment comes out like a growl.

“please, i want to feel you. i need to feel all of you.” your voice whispers out, too embarrassed to really tell him exactly what you want. his golden eyes peer down at you intimidatingly, making you turn your eyes away from him.

“feel me where?” neteyam ducks down to your height, letting his breath ghost over your ear. “tell me.” he demands.

“i—i want you…” your voice trails off as your face burns up in humiliation. “speak with your words. tell me what you want.” his voice raises a little higher than a whisper now. he’s so close to your face, you can feel it.

a little whimper escapes your throat from his demanding tone. you hesitantly turn your face back toward him to stare up into his eyes, “i want you inside of me, neteyam.”

his fingertips dig harder into your ass as he looks over your face for any apprehension. truly, he doesn’t even think he could fit himself in your human body.

“i told you that you could do anything you want to me.” you breathily shudder out, “and i want you to do that to me.”

neteyam doesn’t say anything for a moment, which strikes you with a moment of worry before he pulls you both away from the tree. he walks away from the treeline into the field, to rest your body beside the lagoon in a bed of moss as he kisses at your neck.

the soft feeling of the ground against your naked back makes you shudder from it gently tickling your skin.

as you settle into the warmth of the earth, neteyam settles between your legs. his mouth pulls away from your neck to travel down your jaw, over to your ear.

his hands are busy to spread your thighs around his hips as he suckles at the sensitive spot below your ear. the feeling makes your breathing pattern stutter, and your nails to dig into his back.

“please.” you beg again, “need you.”

one of the hands on the back of your knee rubs down the back of your leg until he meets your inner thigh, “i need to warm you up.”

your eyes dart over his face, “but you already did.” you murmur, eyes blinking up at him dumbly.

neteyam doesn’t listen to you but instead runs a finger through your wet folds, causing you to shut your mouth.

“no warning?” you let out a little laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan when one of his slender fingers slides inside of you.

“oh my…” you moan out, and instinctively reach up to grip at his shoulder. his finger expertly curls up inside of you to press against that spot. and then another finger is added which practically makes your eyes bulge out of your head, “fuck- that feels so good, neteyam.”

“so warm… so tiny.” he grumbles as if he’s talking to himself.

his two fingers feel like a regular human dick, how would you ever be able to take his actual one?

instead of focusing on a pace, he takes his time to massage your walls to open you up. somehow, it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt. he’s pressing against spots you’ve never even discovered. you could even say its a little painful, but it feels too good to protest against.

you cry out, and your hips buck up when he hits a sensitive spot which sends his fingers deeper inside of you. “please. i need you now. i don’t care. please!” you sob out.

neteyam’s eyes are level with your breasts before he sits up on his knees, his fingers pulling out of you to leave you laying there empty.

he intensely watches your tiny body twitch beneath him as he strips himself of his loincloth. he pulls the intricate knots apart and throws the leather cloth to the side.

his cock springs up onto his stomach, finally free from the tight restraints of his tweng.

holy fuck. he’s huge.

and now you understand why he said he needed to warm you up for the second time. your scientist brain takes over as you look over his cock, biting your lip in curiosity. it’s so pretty, which isn’t surprising to you at all.

it’s beautifully blue and has the same stripes as the rest of his body, and the darkening sky makes his white freckles shine as they adorn the veins. his tip is swollen and pink, leaking luminescent pre-cum. you want to take samples, but that would ruin the mood entirely.

you sit up in front of him, licking your lips as you stare up at him. almost silently begging him, “can i touch you?”

“don’t have to ask for that, pretty.” he leans back on his heels, wiggling his hips as he gets comfortable. as you crawl forward, one of his hands reach from his hip to cup your jaw to lead you forward.

your hand reaches down to wrap your tiny hand around his girth, your thumb toying with the almost holographic liquid dribbling from him.

your eyes stay trained to how it trembles under your touch, and how the protruding veins feel under your palm.

you wish you didn’t have this goddamn mask on your face so you could taste him. “wish i could taste you..” you sheepishly admit into the heated air, earning you a guttural groan from neteyam.

which just gives you more motivation to hear more of those heavenly sounds. you tighten your grip around his length, adding your other hand to fist his cock. another melodic sounds escapes his swollen lips, as he watches your hands grip him.

the large blue hand on jaw trails up the side of your face into your hair, carding through the soft wefts and slightly tugging on the roots.

his head falls back when your thumb swirls over his slit, and his hips unintentionally move upwards causing you almost fall backward.

seeing you with your slightly steamed up mask, and an evil grin plastered on your face makes him even more turned on (if that was possible).

neteyam tugs you by your hair up to his face, “no more of that. c’mere.” his voice puffs against your lips as he pats his muscular thighs. which you comply to quickly by scrambling onto him, essentially like climbing a tree.

his hands find their way home to your ass, digging his fingertips into the flesh as he holds you up. you let out a little squeal when your feet leave the ground, and your arms wrap around his neck.

the man chuckles deeply in his chest, and his sight flickers over your face to admire you for a moment. “beautiful.” he breathes out, and leans forward to press his nose into the center of your neck.

neteyam breathes in your scent, letting his tongue swipe up the center to gather it in his mouth. you can feel your body trembling from the longing of wanting to feel him inside of you.

every little movement, or touch he gives you makes you feel as if you’re a ticking time bomb ready to explode. as he kisses at your neck, he keeps you distracted while one of his hands rubs up and down the back of your thigh.

even in the humid night of the forest, goosebumps rise on your skin from the soft touches. with his free hand, he positions his cock under you slowly letting some slack go from holding you up.

his tip prods at your entrance slightly, making your entire body jolt upwards from the surprise of the feeling. “sorry, i-..”

“shhh. let me take care of you.” he hushes against your skin, his breath feels cold from the wetness he left behind. he rests his forehead on the center of your chest between your collarbones, his eyes training on the spot between your legs where your bodies begin to meet.

the stretching feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is almost unbearable, and you instinctively dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulders.

the feeling of your tightness around him is almost painful for him too, you’re just so small.

a pained whimper tumbles past your lips as you dig your head into the side of his neck, panting against his blue skin. the grip on your ass tightens as he stops your body from lowering more.

you can’t help but glance down between your bodies past his head to see you’ve taken about half of him inside of you.

“doing so good, little one. you want more?” his eyes look up at you, his pupils blown wide.

“yes.” you hiss out, honestly not even knowing why you agreed to that when you’re still adjusting to the length of half of him.

neteyam greedily let’s you sink farther onto his cock, relishing in the feeling of your fluttering walls sucking him in farther.

your head falls back as you cry out, feeling slight tears spring into your waterline from him splitting you open.

“lemme hear you.” he groans out against your warm skin, his rough tongue licks at your skin and sucks red marks into your jawline.

“o-ooh ffff-fuck.” you stutter out, eyes rolling back in your head as you take it all in. your ass sits flush against his thighs, your own legs wrapped around his hips.

it takes every amount of neteyam’s inner strength to not fuck up into you like you’re his own personal toy; to completely destroy you from his unrelenting pace.

but his heart tugs at even the slightest thought of hurting your tiny body. knowing his larger size has the power to do so.

he lets you adjust to his length and girth, his own muscles quivering from the feeling of your wetness contracting around him. sweat starts to form at his temples, his eyes blown dark with lust.

you experimentally shift your hips to test the waters, pain strikes up your spine but it’s not as bad as it was before.

neteyam’s unintentionally jolts his hips upward into you, making your eyes blow wide and your arms scramble to wrap back around his neck. “sorry, sorry..” he rushes to apologize.

you know that you sitting on his cock is slowly eating away at his brain, so you finally take a deep breath. “you can move…”

neteyam let’s out air he didn’t know he was holding, relieved that he can finally fuck you like he’s been aching to do.

both of his feet plant into the ground as he wiggles his hips upward into you. he pulls his hips back before snapping them up so his cock pushes back into you, “fuck!” you cry out, gasping as he continues the same movement.

neteyam works up to a steady pace, groaning as your body bounces on his lap from his sharp thrusts.

the pain finally starts to subside, and turns into pure ecstasy. “just like that, neteyam.” you push away from his chest, resting your hands on his chest as his hands grip your hips like a vice. there’s definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow.

your body is pushed past it’s limit as his cock drills into your small body. the sound of slapping skin filling the environment around you, alongside your pornagraphic sounds leaving your mouth.

neteyam watches how your hair flies with every thrust of his hips, how your skin slightly jiggles from the force, how your breasts bounce deliciously in front of his face. he is in awe; he couldn’t find any na’vi that is this soft and pliable.

in a swift turn of events, neteyam flips himself over and lays you down on the plush ground. you whine from the emptiness of him leaving you, which is cut off by a gasp as he quickly pushes back inside of your warmth.

his pace quickly finds its rhythm again, as one of his hands pushes on the back of your thigh so your knee meets your collarbone.

the new position makes you feel even fuller than before, and this give neteyam full range to bottom out inside of you. out of pure blinded pleasure, your hands reach out to grip his sides- digging your nails into his flesh as your body jolts whenever his hips meet yours.

“m’gonna come.” he groans out deeply, his voice raspy and yet so smooth. neteyam feels embarrassed from being so close already, but he hasn’t felt anything this good in months, maybe a year. he’s been stuck with his own fist, and ultimately gave up on it a few weeks ago.

his frustration was at its peak, and ready to release.

“come for me, ‘teyam. inside.” you manage to blurt out in your cock-drunken haziness.

that was it for him. he continues pushing his cock info you as his body shudders and he moans. it’s like music to your ears.

your eyes flutter open to watch his beautiful face screw up in pleasure, the pleasure that you’ve given him. but your eyes widen when you realize, his freckles are pulsing subtly as he finishes inside of you.

oh my god, he is magnificent.

that sends you over the edge, and you tighten around him like a vice which makes him hiss. you cry out as your back arches off the ground, and your hands grasp at any muscle in his back you could find.

neteyam takes the opportunity to slither an arm under your back as he lazily fucks up into you. your hips twitch wildly, and your thighs tremble as you wrap them around his hips.

your heart pounds out of your chest as you attempt to catch your breath, the ringing in your ears subsides and all you hear is your loud breathing inside of your mask.

“you are amazing, oeyä yawntutsyìp.” he breathily speaks his native language to you, which makes you grin.

“your darling, hm?” you puff out with a tired smile on your face.

“wish i could kiss you right now.” he hums, and experimentally wiggles his hips which makes you squeal. “don’t do that!” you cackle.

neteyam chuckles, and slowly pulls out of you and leans to rest beside you on his side. he watches your face screw up in pain and he frowns.

“was i too rough with you?” he genuinely asks and his hand moves to rest on your belly. you instantly shake your head no.

“no, it was perfect. amazing, even. i’m just sore- i haven’t… ya know, had sex in a while.” you admit with a flush to your cheeks.

“i’m embarrassed to admit that was the same for me.” neteyam shyly chuckles, before something flashes in his eyes.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the middle of your chest, “i must thank you. i’m glad you fell over that tree.” he playfully adds.

“i am too.” you agree as one of your hands come up to card through his braids.

“should i get you back to the village? they must be worried about you, it is dark.” his bright yellow eyes glance around the forest.

you finally realize that it really is pitch black, other than the bioluminescent foliage, and both of you are naked and exposed to the environment.

“i should, yeah. but i don’t want you to leave.” you mumble sheepishly, which makes the man grin arrogantly.

“maybe i’ll stick around for a while, yeah? see my family, my clan… and spend some more time with you.” his hand rubs patterns into your belly as it erupts with butterflies.

“that sounds like an amazing plan.” your face cannot contain the bright smile on your face.

“now, let’s get you dressed and i’ll call my ikran to take us home.” his hand pats the side of your thigh and stands up tall to find his loincloth.

man, what are the boys back at the lab going to say about you arriving back with the one and only neteyam sully?

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Ot7 Stories Masterpost

All ot7 stories gathered in one post.

Arms: You have the most amazing boyfriends in the world. You’re happy. Really. But they notice you’ve been a little off, and take it upon themselves to try and help you. ot7 x reader. Wordcount: 1,115.

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Different Skins: You’re awoken in the night to find seven strange (and oddly suicidal) men in your home–who apparently are magical creatures in disguise? Now you have a Dragon, Werewolf, Elf, Mermaid, Unicorn, Fairy living in your home and an enchanter that visits now and then. What could go wrong?

Part 1.  Part 2.

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Tangled Hearts: Hybrid!ot7 x reader: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that they’re always there for you, in more ways than one.

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Clearwater Springs: reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows. Taglist

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

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Bulletproof Melody: Superhero!BTS: What happens when circumstances force you to team up with the infamous Bulletproof Boyscouts? Will you be able to beat the villain threatening all of you and your town? Or will you watch everything burn? Complete.

Prologue: Meet the Heroes: A Character Guide Post

Total Wordcount: 30,232

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8/Finale

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Harmonious Extras:

Winding Down: One of the Halloween story raffle submissions; reader x Ot7 BTS from Bulletproof melody, fluffy and cuddly with kisses. Wordcount: 2,491.

Turkey Tango: One of the Thanksgiving story raffle submissions, Bulletproof Melody Universe, reader x ot7. Helping kids make Thanksgiving crafts proves a difficult task for the boys, who show you how difficult once they get you home. Wordcount: 2,064 

All I Want For Christmas: Christmas (and halloween) Story Raffle Submission, reader x ot7. The Bulletproof Melody boys are at it again and this time the gift they’re asking for is pretty special.

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Con Amore: Con Amore– A directive to a musician to perform a selected passage of a composition tenderly, with affectionate emotion, or in a loving manner; an instruction to the player of an instrument meaning ‘with love’ or ‘lovingly’. Three years with all seven of your loves, three years of relative peace. But now everything is threatened as darkness surges from the horizon.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16/Finale

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Poly but not ot7

Lonely Little Jack-o-Lantern: Yoonkook x reader, Hybrid Au, Zombie Apocalypse Au. You operate your own little farm, living in an area that doesn’t have as many zombies as other areas, but one day a group of hybrids show up, and the changes are immediate, especially where Yoongi and Jungkook are concerned.

Spectral Gaze: JinKook x reader, ghost au, artist au. You’re an artist with a paranormal investigation team from your university and your team is doing some ghostly research before Halloween Night, by doing it at midnight Halloween Morning, and things…don’t exactly go as planned.

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Masterlist.