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Rock Lee Removing His Weights

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I love him sm, it's about time I drew him properly.

Gorgeous.

I just love this couple <3

this was for a contest and the theme was to choose a artwork (painting/sculpture) of romance and recreate it.. and I chose part of the statue “Polyphemus Surprising Acis and Galatea” :3 haha although the story behind the sculpture is not the happiest I still like and think it was a good option for the pose XD

This fic is dedicated to @my-littlewritings for the BNHA Spring Time Event! I have had fun getting to know you during these past couple weeks! I do hope you enjoy! I hope everyone who has stumbled upon this enjoys it! It is for any and all!

Bakugo x Reader SFW

Boom boy wants an invitation

Word count: 3.1k

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The sky, much like the park below, was bustling. Clouds danced around the sun. The park was beaming with people as they gathered to partake in the festivities. Food stands stood along a pre determined path. Filling the air with the delectable aromas of batter frying. Grills sizzling with fresh meat. People gathered around the grassy steps of an amphitheater. On the concrete stage, the band was setting up instruments. Chords occasionally strummed to test the sound quality.

“Over here, Kirishima!” Mina exclaimed, “I found the perfect spot!” Waving from the top of the amphitheater.

Kirishima grinned as he jogged over to her. Bakugo lazily followed behind, a scowl carved into his brow. They stopped in an area that was away from the larger groups, who had laid claim to other steps. It still held a noticeable view of the stage, but tucked off to the side. Bakugo groaned and dropped down, to sit on the soft grass. It was still cool from the rains the night before. It did it bother him, it had a soothing effect on his hands.

“Hey, Bakugo! You can help too, ya know?!” Mina shouted as she gave him a kick.

He scoffed, “Whatever. Don’t see why you need those.” He said as he closed his eyes and laid back. Intertwining his fingers behind his head to keep it propped up.

Mina growled and huffed as she spread out the blankets with Kirishima. Who laughed awkwardly, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument. He was the one who dragged Bakugo along. Not aware that Mina wanted it to be just the two of them. He was dense to her hints. However, Mina was quick to react and had a plan in mind. One that Kirishima would never had envisioned. It was easier than telling Bakugo to just go back home.

“You know, Bakugo.” She said with a sly smile, “I invited, you know who to join us.” She turned slightly to see Bakugo peek an eye open. She giggled, “Yeah. That’s right. She should be here any minute now. You wouldn’t want to seem like a lazy, good for nothing friend when she’s around, would you?”

“Tch. Whatever…like I care.” He said nonchalantly, closing his eyes again.

Mina frowned and sat down on the blankets. Pouting over Bakugo’s insensitivity. She looked over at Kirishima who just shrugged.

“Oh, you’re no help.” She said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, what do you expect?” Kirishima asked as he sat down next to her, “I mean, did you think he would jump around like a school girl?”

Mina rolled her eyes, “Well, no but…” She turned to Kirishima and whispered, “…they totally have something. I mean you saw it too, right?”

Kirishima chuckled, “Well, yeah. But you know him, he isn’t exactly a Casanova.”

“Yeah. I’m aware, but I think she made an impact and I am here for it.” She said with a smile.

“What are you two dumb-asses whispering about?!” Bakugo exclaimed, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. Only partly paying attention. He kept his eyes closed and choose to ignore them. It was easier than trying to deal with their idiotic tendencies.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked in a chipper tone.

Bakugo’s eyes shot open when he heard the familiar voice. He stared up at you and could not control the way his mouth slowly gaped open. Your hair flowed freely, blocking the sun that was once beating down on him. It gave you a heavenly glow. You smiled at him, then sat down on the section between Bakugo and the blankets. The rays now beaming back into his eyes. He turned his head to better follow your movements.

“Hey, girl!” Mina exclaimed, “You don’t have to sit in the grass! Come join us on the blankets.” She said while patting the soft, dry fabric.

You shook your head, “I’m good. The grass feels nice.”

Mina shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

You smiled at her and turned back to catch Bakugo staring at you. He instinctively turned away. Closing his eyes, as though he had no care in the world. You laid back in the grass. Unbothered by the coolness that condensed in the small of your back from the grass. You gazed up at the sky. The clouds passed by lazily above you.

“Are you watching the clouds?” You asked, turning to see if Bakugo was.

Again you caught him staring at you. Once more he looked away. Back up at the clouds that were now blocking the sun’s unforgiving rays. You smiled softly, but kept your gaze on him. His eye flickered back to catch a glimpse of you. His cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink when he discovered he had been caught. Again he looked away. You chuckled and turned back to look towards the sky.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked sharply.

You brought your hand up to point at a passing cloud, “Does that cloud look like a duck or a bunny to you?” You asked, avoiding the real answer to his question.

He scoffed, “I dunno.”

“Aww come on…use your imagination.” You said, “What do you see?”

Bakugo looked up at the cloud. He could make out the wings, but not much else. “It looks like…” He said, trying to decipher what his eyes saw, “I just see wings.”

You smiled, “Yeah.” You turned your head and gazed at him, “I see a duck.”

He turned his head and instead of pulling away from your stare, he kept the hold. Your eyes were now locked and his intense stare gave you chills. It may have been the breeze. However, goosebumps covered your skin the longer he stared. His brow was furrowed, but there was a calmness in his eyes. You smiled warmly at him. Although it was for only a brief moment, you could see the subtle change in his expression. His brow loosened and his mouth opened slightly. It faded just as quickly as it came. His expression returning to its normal scowl soon enough.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Mina. Who was exclaiming about the first band going on stage. You propped yourself up on your elbows. Getting a better view of the stage as the band ran out to greet the crowd. They were fired up. You could feel the excitement of the crowd as it roared to life. As the first song rolled through the speakers, Mina stood up. Grabbing Kirishima from his seat. The two began dancing to the upbeat rhythm and hyped up beats.

“Idiots.” Bakugo scoffed.

You peered back at him. This time you did not catch his glance. Although, it still lingered when you turned back to check out the band. He did not like how often his eyes trailed over you. It was like this the last time you met. Mina had invited you to his birthday party. One he did not wish to have, but Kirishima once again insisted. You were intoxicating to him. So calm, cool and collected all the time. You never flinched when he shot off his blasts. Your eyes were always watching and he could never seem to shake off the feelings that gave him.

Moving his knee up, he placed his hand on it. Using his left forearm to keep himself upright. Still trying to give off the fact that he did not care. However, he could not deny that the music, and the company, were actually good.

You peeked over at Bakugo when he changed his position. It seemed he did not catch you. Which was good. You could not look at him for more than a few seconds. It was unfair for someone to look so good. The black shirt he wore, looked two sizes too small. In that position his muscles were flexed and it looked like he could rip the shirt at its seams.

You tried concentrating on the music. However, you could not release the mental image of Bakugo’s thick arms. Your thoughts began to run wild with wonders of what his shirt might be hiding. It was eating away at you. If you were to keep your sanity and composure, you had to do something. You stood up from your position on the ground. Wiping off the grass.

“Hey Mina!” You shouted over the music, “I’m gonna go get something to drink!”

She gave you a thumbs up and continued dancing. You turned to look down at Bakugo. He glanced up at you.

“Want anything?” You asked.

To him the question had many answers. To your surprise, he stood up. What came next almost sent you to the moon. He interlaced his fingers and swung his arms above his head. Then, stretched and arched his back. The contours of his muscles were mouth watering. Your eyes trailed down to the hem of his shirt. That was now hiked up. Revealing the rim of his underwear and the bottom of his smooth and taut abdomen.

“What you lookin’ at?” Bakugo asked sharply.

You shook your head and adverted his gaze. “Nothing. I was just thinking about…what I should get to drink.” You said, hoping he did not catch you staring so blatantly at him. You turned and headed towards the food stands.

Bakugo was only a couple steps behind. You could not see the smirk that formed on his lips. It was quick to disappear. He was confident that he saw where your gaze had drifted. It was a silent gesture. During the walk to the food stands, he got a sight of his own. His eyes once again trailing over your body. Your choice of a crop top was perfect. The way your back moved and arched was a sight to behold. However, nothing compared to way your hips and thighs moved in your tight jeans. He wondered how you could even get into them. Did you paint them on? Would they be hard to take off? His wild thoughts were interrupted by your voice.

“Let’s try this place.” You said as you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Since Bakugo’s attention was elsewhere, he did not stop soon enough. Instead, he stepped into you. Throwing you off balance. His hand quickly grabbed your waist, preventing your fall. As he held firm to your waist, a group of people walked by. Tightening the space between both of you. You had no choice but to squeeze into his body as the crowd moved forward. You were unsure where to put your hands, but they somehow ended up on his chest. Unwilling to look up, your eyes stayed on your hands. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

The crowd was gone, but Bakugo had yet to release you. His rough and calloused hand still firmly gripping your supple skin. However, he knew keeping hold of you was not the right step now. So he released his grip. You pulled away at the speed of a snail. Your eyes found the strength to gaze into his. His brow was relaxed, but his gaze still gave you goosebumps.

Bakugo turned away and walked over to the food stand. You breathed a sigh of relief. Unaware that you had even been holding your breath. You both ordered drinks and proceeded back to the amphitheater. The journey back was just as quiet as the one before. However, the atmosphere was different.

“I love this song.” You said, as a way to break the silence and tension between you.

All Bakugo did was grunt in reply. You took the straw of your drink in your mouth. It was easier than your foot. The sweet concoction was enough to distract you during the walk back.

Once again, you both laid on the grass. Watching the band unveil more stunning pieces of music. You could have sworn on your life, that Bakugo was now closer to you this time. Both of your positions, same as before, were now less than a foot apart. Your heart was starting to speed up the pace. Making you lose your composure was something that Bakugo seemed to excel at. His affect, effortless.

As the band continued, so did your thoughts. You two had only known each other for a short time. However, you wanted to know more about him. His likes and dislikes. His dreams and desires. What he had been through and what he planned for his future. He was a closed book and you desperately wanted to flip through his pages.

You turned to gaze at Bakugo, “Do you like the music so far?” You asked. Another attempt at breaking the tension.

“Yeah.” He said quickly.

You pondered on how stupid a question that was. A closed ended question like that would yield no results. You glanced over at Mina and Kirishima. Who were laying on the blankets together. Singing to the song. Neither of them were any good, but they looked so happy. They held each other close and you could not stop that tinge of jealousy that crept into your heart.

The rest of the afternoon continued on as before. Occasionally, you would ask Bakugo a question. His answers were short and to the point. Even open ended questions yielded short responses. Eventually, you gave up and just listened to the music. You hummed along and periodically sang a line or two. You did not want to appear like some obsessive freak. So as you sang along, you kept your distance. Giving him the space you felt was necessary.

As you occasionally sang the ins and outs of the various songs, Bakugo watched. His focus on your soothing voice. You were no Sinatra, but you carried the notes. You did not waver and your tone stayed true. It was much more entertaining to watch than the band. At least, to Bakugo. The conversations you were having were very one sided. It was not that he did not want to talk. However, it was that he did not know what to say. Although, now a question was burning inside him.

“Do you sing professionally?” He asked.

You stopped your melody and turned to look at him. Your cheeks and ears stained pink. Was he asking you a question? Did he just ask, if you sang professionally? You were not a singer, at least not a good one. Singing casually to songs was something everyone did. Did you really sound that good?

You chuckled, “Oh no. No way. I’m really not that good.” You said, waving your hand. A means to brush off the anxiety you felt.

His red eyes drilled into yours, “I think you sound nice.” He said, turning his gaze to the band, “Better than these guys.”

“Thank you. Really, but I’m no professional. Singing in the shower is the only stage I perform on.” You said with a chuckle.

“Then, where do I buy tickets?” He said with a smirk and a side glance in your direction.

You took in a sharp breath. This man was surely going to be the death of you. You could feel it. The tension that was hanging in the air before, was palpable now. If there was a doubt in your mind before, it was out the door now. You glanced over at him and decided to see how far he would go with this. You flipped the switch.

“My performances are invitation only.” You said with a coy smile.

His eyes widened, a thin lipped smirk quickly shifted into a toothy grin. Baring his impressive canines. Not only could you see the excitement start to boil in his eyes. You could also feel it growing inside yourself. You were playing with fire now. He leaned in closer and you stood your ground. Your own smile unwavering as he inched closer. His eyes were swimming in yours. The moment, however, was short lived.

Kirishima once again was unobservant and could not read the situation. He jumped up from his spot on the blanket and exclaimed, “I’m starving! Bakugo lets go get something to eat!”

Bakugo pushed back from his position and slowly pulled his eyes from yours to glare at Kirishima, “I’m not hungry.” He said in a deep growl.

You sighed. Unsure if it was out of relief or frustration. Could you have stayed collected if the moment continued? What was he going to say next? What was he going to do? The remark he made was bold and it took you by surprise. However, you could tell that your comment was also not something he had anticipated.

Kirishima shrugged and walked off to the food stands with Mina in tow. Bakugo turned his attention back to you. Making contact with his gaze sent a chill up your spine. You inhaled quickly through your nose. He placed his hand in the grass next to yours. His thumb sitting gently on the top of your hand.

“So…how do I get that invitation?” He asked as he slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

You could not help but lick your lips as you contemplated what to say. The simple act caused Bakugo to break his gaze with yours. Only for a second. His other hand found its way to the ends of your hair. He trailed his fingers up the strands, then tucked them behind your ear. The tips of his fingers brushing the skin of your neck. You drew your next breath in, slowly. The exhale, twice as long. His thumb rubbed your cheek while his fingers grazed along your jawline and neck.

You wanted to move, you really did. Only your head wavered as you leaned into his hand. Your eyes fluttering. With your face in his hand, you gazed back up at him. Your stare was too much. The tension snapped.

“Fuck it.” He said sharply.

Before your brain could register what he said, his lips were on yours. You grasped his forearm to prevent yourself from falling back. He hit you with more force than you could have anticipated. However, he was a step ahead. His hand ripped away from the grass to wrap around your waist. Pulling you in closer.

You let a moan slip out as you also removed your hand from the earth. Finding its way up his arm. Pausing at every curve in his flexed muscles. Until it found a place in his hair.

In all reality, the kiss lasted seconds. However, in that moment, time was nothing but a construct. It held no place. You both pulled your lips apart. Your hand trailed along his neck and onto his chest. You placed it there as a means to stop yourself. Your heart was beating faster than the drums of a battleship.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” He said through a long breath.

You smirked, “That definitely earns an invitation.”

Plushies // Planet Bunnie on Etsy

★ Bokuto Koutarou ★

for one of my dearest friends, Ana @justanawolf

Good morning!!!! Sometimes just being in each other’s presence is the best! I hope you’re having a good day, I’ve been trying to get some writing today I’m still trying to decide what to write you. Is there anything that would make your absolute day if I wrote it for you? - 💐

I would love anything. Stick with romance and I will be happy. If it makes you feel any better, I’m having a similar issue. I have some drabbles, but nothing feels right. I’m writing for Bakugo, which I have never done. I love the character, but I’m not sure I can truly capture his persona into written word. Been doing a lot of research.

I can give you some of my ideas for scenarios and you can go from there. It may spark an idea. Park scenarios are always a good idea for a spring theme. Going on a picnic or perhaps an outdoor concert. Not a huge one, like a local concert. Maybe dancing ensues. Not sure if that helps, but it’s all I have for ideas right now. Happy writing!

Only Good Girls Get to Come (Cont.)

Part 1

Your chest heaved as you came down from the high Price put you through, skin flushed and damp with sweat, limbs loose and useless. But even as your body sagged back onto the sheets, he stayed right there. Kneeling between your legs, one broad hand splayed possessively on your thigh, the other slowly withdrawing from you, fingers slick and glistening.

He watched your face the whole time.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then his tone shifted, the wolfish glint returning to his voice. “You’ll behave now, yeah?”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Mmmaybe.”

John chuckled. Low. Dangerous.

He leaned in, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, the other catching your jaw to tilt your face up to his again. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slow and steady.

“Still mouthing off?” he asked softly.

You gave him a lazy, smug grin. “Takes more than that to shut me up, Captain.”

A dangerous pause.

“Cheeky little thing,” he said, his voice darker. His hand trailed down again, brushing through the folds of your swollen pussy, gathering your slick onto his fingers. He dragged them up, slow and deliberate, until he pressed them against your lips.

“Open.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

He let you taste yourself off his fingers, watching intently, and you swore you could feel his cock twitch against the fabric of those damned sweatpants still hanging low on his hips.

“Y’think you’ve earned this?” he asked, grabbing your hand and dragging it to his lap. Letting you feel the thick length straining under grey cotton.

You swallowed. Nodded.

He leaned down to your ear, voice like smoke and gravel.

“Then get on your knees and prove it.”

As Price moved off from the edge of the bed, you slid off, legs shaky but obedient, and sank to the floor in front of him. His eyes followed your every move, arms crossed over his chest like he was appraising you. Judging your willingness. Measuring your sincerity.

You palmed him through the fabric first, with slow strokes along the thick length beneath his sweats. He was hard. Of course he was. You bit your bottom lip as your desire threatened to consume you. The little groan he let slip when your fingers curled into the waistband was divine.

You tugged the sweatpants down just enough, freeing him from the fabric. His cock was thick, flushed, and heavy in your hand. You didn’t waste time. Your lips brushed the head with soft reverence. A delicate kiss. Then, you took him into your mouth, slow and as deep as your throat would allow.

Above you, Price hissed through his teeth. One large hand found the back of your head, firm but not forceful.

“Good girl,” he muttered, hips twitching forward. “Just like that.”

You worked him steadily with your wet and eager mouth, your spit dripping down his length as your mouth slid back and forth. You tried to impress him. Tried to be what he wanted. You even looked up through your lashes while sucking him down, playing the part of the obedient little thing.

And for a second…it worked.

Except, you couldn’t help yourself. The urge to toy with him was devouring you, like a wildfire consuming a forest. You pulled off him with a pop, giving him a smug look. Slick-mouthed, and pleased with yourself.

“Oops” You said with a pout, feigning innocence as your fingers wrapped around him again. “Slipped.”

His jaw ticked. That hand in your hair tightened. And before you could blink, he had you up on your feet. His other hand gripped your jaw firm enough that your mouth fell open under the delicious pressure.

“Slipped?” he repeated, voice dangerously quiet. “You call that slippin’, sweetheart?”

You tried to hold your smirk. Almost made it. But then he leaned down, nose brushing yours, gaze locked in on your lips.

“You keep slippin’ like that,” he murmured, “and I’ll forget all about fuckin’ you. I’ll just bend you over and leave you stuffed full of my fingers again. Let you sob for my cock while I make you say please with that filthy little mouth.”

You whimpered, involuntaryly. And he heard it.

“There she is,” he purred.

He let go of your face slowly, dragging his thumb over your lower lip one last time.

“Now,” he said, stepping back just enough to give you a choice. “Do you want to try again? Or do you want to spend the rest of the night beggin’ and never gettin’?”

Your eyes flicked to his cock. It was hard, heavy, and right there. Your body ached. Your thighs trembled.

You swallowed softly as you dropped your gaze, “…Please,” you said, quiet.

He tilted his head.

“Try again.”

You looked up at him, lips parted, chest heaving.

“Please, John. I want you to fuck me.”

He stepped forward, cupped the back of your neck, and kissed you with a deep possession, teeth dragging across your lip like he could barely restrain himself.

“Good girl,” he growled against your mouth. “Now get on the bed. Hands and knees. Let’s see how loud you can get.”

You scrambled back onto the bed, face down, arching your back instinctively. With your ass raised, you spread yourself wide. Your hands fisting into the sheets. The air felt electric against your bare skin, anticipation buzzing under every inch of you. 

The rustle of fabric. His sweatpants finally hit the floor and the sound made your stomach flutter.

Then his hands were on you.

One gripped your hip, the other pressed flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down, guiding you exactly how he wanted you. Helpless and open for him.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice low with desire, rough with his own need. “Back arched, legs spread... guess you can behave after all.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but gasped instead when you felt the blunt head of his cock drag through your soaked and puffy cunt. He teased you with it, slow, unhurried, rubbing himself against your entrance but not pushing in.

“Please,” you breathed, already trembling.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, still not giving you what you needed.

“Please fuck me.”

He leaned over you, chest against your back, mouth grazing your ear.

“Louder.”

“Please, John,” you cried. “I need your cock! Please, just fuck me!”

His grip tightened.

And then he slammed into you in one deep, devastating thrust.

You choked on a scream. Your vision going blurry as his thick cock, stretched you wide, filling you so deep you felt him in your gut. He didn’t give you a second to adjust before pulling back and driving into you again. Again. Again.

“That's it,” he growled, hips slapping against your ass. “Not so mouthy now, are ya?”

You tried to speak. All that came out was a breathless whimper.

He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them behind your back with one hand, the other gripping your hip like a vice. His rhythm was relentless. He pounded into you, driving the air from your lungs with every stroke.

“Christ,” he bit out. “It’s like this cunt was fuckin’ made for me.”

You cried out, back arching further, the angle hitting something devastating inside you.

He fucked you through it. Unrelenting. Every thrust felt like a punishment and a reward wrapped in one.

“Good girls get to come,” he grunted, voice rough and close to breaking. “Think you earned it yet, sweetheart?”

You nodded furiously, tears in your eyes, sobbing his name like it was a prayer.

He smacked your ass once, sharp, then dragged his fingers between your legs to circle your clit, fast and brutal.

“Then come for me.”

With his command you came apart on a loud and earth shattering moan, your whole body clenching around him as he continued to fucked you through it. You barely registered the broken groan he let out when he followed, burying himself deep and spilling into you, his grip never faltering.

In the pause that followed, the air thick with unspoken words, the only sounds were the rhythmic, heavy breaths of the two of you. You collapsed onto the sheets, gasping, boneless, and ruined. Every muscle in your body trembled as he slowly pulled out of you. Your pussy fluttered around nothing, clenching on air as if it could drag him back in by force.

But he hadn’t gone far.

You felt his hand on the back of your thigh, then his fingers, dragging through the mess between your legs, slow and deliberate.

You flinched. He chuckled.

“A bit much for you, love?” he asked, voice still thick and dark with satisfaction.

You whimpered, trying to wiggle away. He caught your hips easily, pulling you back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“I asked you a question.”

You shook your head weakly into the sheets as you stuttered out, “To-too much…”

He hummed. Mocking sympathy.

“Oh, is my cock too much for you now?” He leaned in again, lips brushing your ear. “Didn’t sound like it when you were beggin’ for it.”

You groaned as his fingers slid between your folds again, gathering slick and using it to rub slow, deliberate circles on your overstimulated clit.

You jerked, gasping. “John…please…”

“Thought you wanted to be good,” he murmured, ignoring your pleas as he kept going. “Good girls take what they’re given.”

You choked out a moan, thighs trembling again. You were going to come again, already, how was that possible?

He kissed your temple, still relentless with his fingers.

“C’mon now. One more for me.”

You tried to twist away, but his hand stayed firm, holding you in place while he worked your clit with devastating precision. His body pressed to yours from behind. He was steady, unmovable, and grounding.

“Shhh,” he whispered when you sobbed. “I know. I know it’s too much. You’re gonna give it to me anyway.”

You shook, overwhelmed, panting into the mattress as the heat built again, bright and unbearable. Every nerve in your body lit up as he drove you toward the edge with slow, confident touches.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Let it happen. You’re doin’ so well.”

You could barely form words, but your body obeyed. Your pussy tightened, ached, pulsed, and then you broke. Again.

You came with a strangled sound, half-cry, half-plea, your body convulsing under him as wave after wave crashed through you. It was too much, too raw, too good. He never stopped touching you, even as you whimpered, whispering his name like you could anchor yourself with it.

Only when your body gave out completely, hips twitching and breath hitching, did he finally ease his hand away.

You collapsed fully, shaking, eyes blurry and heart pounding. You were wrecked. Undone. Completely spent.

And then… he softened.

He pulled you into his arms, settled the both of you onto your sides, cradling you against his chest with strong, steady hands. One stroked your hair, the other rubbed circles along your back. Gentle now. Grounding.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your temple. “Took it so well. Proud of you.”

You didn’t have the strength to reply, but the way you melted into him said enough.

He kissed your forehead, his voice low and soothing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up in a bit. You rest. I’ve got you.”

You nodded faintly, letting your eyes drift closed.

Safe. Warm. Held.

And completely, utterly, his.

I looked up how tall Inasa was and didn't realise google was referring to Mt Inasa, so when it said 1000ft I didn't even question it - I love this tall mountain boy and his cool costume

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