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katsukiizmoon · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊k.bkg + birth control begone ꒱

『♡』 Stopping birth control has turned you into something akin to an insatiable succubus.

『♡』 @crybaby-bkg for the idea because she made an original post that heavily inspired this ! I stopped my birth control one time and stopped feeling attracted to my at the time boyfriend of almost two years Lmaoooo but anyways! This is like way fucking longer than I thought it would be.

『♡』 18+, mild scenting kink??, idk it’s like not abo but but like ..mm, raw sex,, mating press, breeding, mild degredation, pussy eating, one orgasm denial, finger sucking, biting, established relationship, f! Reader, squirting, some marking / biting

The idea was his. Birth control made you sluggish and less alive almost. He didn’t like seeing it, watching you struggle with certain symptoms. Over the years, he reached out to different contacts for an alternative. There were none, unfortunately.

Part of it was wanting to take burden off of you and your body. You’d been exhausted of the headaches and fatigue. Random ups and downs with your weight was beginning to cause confidence issues. So you stopped taking it.

And god, you’re thriving.

Katsuki piddles with the pen in his hand and watches tv. The blue light of the screen no match for the warmth of daylight. Click click click. He clicks the side of it, mild frown gracing his features at the characters on the screen.

Your head lays on the expanse of his chest. Tan skin against your own, cheek smooshed against the muscle there, listening to his pretty little thump of a heartbeat. His beefy arm relaxes on top of your body and rubs minuscule circles near your hip bone.

It’s relaxing. It’s peaceful.

Until your nose nudges near his throat and you inhale deeply. The skin of his neck is soft and smells so much like honey that your mouth begins to water. Heat pools in the pits of your tummy slowly as you press in and inhale again.

“What’re you doin brat?” The blonde sighs, thick brow raised and eyes flitting over to you.

Your tongue traces a little line up from his collar bone to his jaw. Suddenly the characters on screen don’t make much sense, haze slowly seeping into the air of your apartment. His cock begins to stir in his sweats, eyes flicking toward you again and tongue sweeping over the plush of his lips.

“M’ just.. you smell so good baby..” You drawl, nipping at the skin near his jaw a little. Your hand slides down the planes of his torso, low purr forming in the back of your throat, excitement building.

Katsuki snorts, “I smell good?” He tilts his head a bit and groans lowly, allowing you to have your way for now, letting you play.

You nod while sucking a purple mark on his collar bone. A shiver runs up and down his spine at the feeling of your nimble fingers sliding over the fabric, palming at his semi. His lips open to let out a puff of air and before he can blink you’re on top of him. Panties pressed against the fabric covering his cock, pussy slowly leaking and soaking through the threads.

“God you smell so good— makes me wanna lick every part of you and suck you dry.” You coo,hips rocking forward and lips finding his. He just smells so.. so him. It feels so good to smell like him.

“Oh—“

You’re rutting against him like a bitch in heat. He doesn’t know how the two of you got here this fast— you sniffed his neck and suddenly now you’re dry humping him like your life fucking depends on it. And god he loves it, he just eats it up.

Katsuki’s cock is so hard now that the pen is tossed to the ground. He focuses on the way your mouth feels against his, his tongue sliding toward your own, the way you taste. The dampness against his sweats is beginning to soak through. Precum leaks from the head of his cock and he bucks up toward you.

“God baby— what’s gotten into you hmm?” Thick fingers reach toward your panties, swiping over the soaked area. He groans and curses to himself before slipping them beneath the fabric and toward your clit.

The moan you let out makes his body heat up a few degrees. Sweat beads up on him and the smell has your pussy squeezing around nothing. You lean back and he lays you down on the couch and yanks the panties off of you. Before you can give him an answer his tongue is licking stripes through your folds.

You feel almost intoxicated. Possessive, high on him, obsessed with becoming part of him— you can’t describe it. But he smells just enough like heaven to make you sin.

Your pussy squelches when two of his fingers enter, feeling around and pushing in and out. His tongue circles your clit, lips wrapping around to suck. And he’s on cloud nine.

Ever since you’ve been off birth control it’s been like this. You pounce on him when he’s least expecting it, beg him to fuck cum into you, and then walk around in his clothing for hours after.

Your hips buck and your fingers grip wheat colored strands of hair like he’s your lifeline. Like he’s the only thing keeping you on earth, but your heart pounds in your ears and something similar to a coil is tightening in your tummy. Slick juice spills from you and onto the poor couch below despite Katsuki trying in earnest to lick it all up.

It feels good, it sounds good, it smells good— he’s got fingers in your pussy and his tongue lapping up juices. He eats like he’s starving every time, placing a little smack on your ass when you squirm a bit too much. Cherry irises look up to you, watching your face scrunch and your jaw drop. The coil feels like it’s about to snap, your toes starting to curl as you press your pussy against his face more. You’re practically using his tongue like a toy, rubbing yourself against his mouth and begging like a desperate whore.

And then he stops and sends you into a hissy fit. Your oversized tshirt is snatched off of you, tossed to the side.

“Katsuki what the fu-“

His fingers are shoved into your mouth before you can finish. One hand coming to palm with the mound of your breast as he now looks down at you.

“You see how you taste baby? Taste so fuckin good—“ He licks his lips, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop sound.

You look at him in a daze, fucked out and confused. Your orgasm ripped from your hands and the smell of caramel and honey thick in the room. You consider clawing at him, sinking your teeth down, finding a way to smell like him forever.

He uses a hand to guide his cock toward your slick folds, sliding the weight through them and against your clit. Sweat beads on his temples and chest while his pants are pulled down to his knees. And you’re losing it.

“Hnn fuck, fuck, baby I need it” you babble.

His cock sheathes in one fluid motion, burying to the hilt. Both his meaty hands push your legs up toward your shoulders and he’s so close your senses are flooded. It’s overwhelming, feeling him this close.

“Hahh.. pretty little thing.” Katsuki rasps, slamming his hips forward and up. He’s so deep that the tip of his precum covered length presses against your cervix. And oh, it makes him dizzy. A little too excited, too ballsy.

“Oh fuck me, god you’re in my belly— cmere baby,” You babble nearly incoherently and card your fingers through his hair and pull him in. Your nose nuzzles against his neck and you inhale again, getting high off it. It’s like you can feel it seeping into your veins, becoming part of you.

His dick is always so weighty, pushing up and pounding into your pussy. Squelching and clapping, frothing lightly at the base while you dig your nails into one of his shoulders. His eyes meet yours and keep the contact, like he’s swallowing your soul whole and replacing it with part of his.

“Yeah? You wanna be stuck with me forever don’t you? Bet you want to be scented and stuffed full of cum till you’re pregnant huh?” He pistons his hips up and holds you there, pressing down on your lower tummy a little like he can feel himself there. You make a desperate noise, realizing he took a peek into one of the books you read recently— and something you starts to snap.

“Yeah, yeah, god yeah I do ‘kats!” Your nails dig deeper into his shoulders and you sink your teeth into his neck.

He slams in again, so deep and hard it nearly hurts, and you fall apart. Your jaw clamps down, nails dragging across his shoulders and eyes rolling back while you take in his scent. It wafts around the room and makes you float. You can taste it, you swear, like caramel melting in your mouth.

Clear substance spurts from your pussy and all over your tummy and his. The blonde watches in awe with his abs flexing to still himself as you finish. Your pussy squeezes him and sucks him in so much he can’t stop himself.

He buries himself to the hilt and pushes his cock against your cervix. His head throws back, eyes squeezing shut as the air is taken from his lungs. The bite on his throat hurts and makes him dizzy in the best ways. His balls tighten, hands squeezing at your body as he cums.

“Oh fuck.” He whines, groaning and panting.

Cum fills your pussy up to the brim, slowly leaking out as he stays inside the heat. You begin to relax your jaw and lick at his throat like an apology. Your nose nudges near his jaw and you begin to unravel yourself from him.

Katsuki’s hair sticks to his forehead, he pants and pulls out, laying on top of you. The two of you lay like that for a while before he’s pulling up his sweats with a breathy laugh.

“God you pounced on me, you perv!” He snickers, poking the side of your tummy while you lay under him and look for your shirt.

“Yeah well you read my damn book!” You sit up, tossing on the shirt and grinning with a brow raised. He turns a little pink and rolls his eyes.

“That ain’t the point! Dammit, just gimme a kiss .” The blonde snorts, leaning over toward you and kissing your lips lightly. He still tastes like your pussy and you still taste like his sweat.

He’ll talk to you about it later. Maybe— just needs to let you sniff him a bunch again. Then he can pop quiz you, ask you what the fixation is about. You’ll deny it for a minute, but you can’t hide the pink on your cheeks when he comes in sweaty from work.

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10liver · 6 months

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If you died, Katsuki's heart and soul would be crushed. Even worse if he was the reason why.

Ever since you passed away from that one accident, he's never been the same. He's officially retired as a pro hero, locking himself up in the very same four walls that used to be your shared room. Now, it's just a soulless, empty pit of what it used to be.

He's cut off all of his friends, even Kirishima to the best of his abilities. He'd barely eat, only eating when Kirishima would get fed up enough to literally shove food down his throat.

The only thing on his mind was you and you only. Your future, your future kids, how you'd look if you aged. Your smile lingered in his brain every time it could to the point where all he could do was curl up and sob, wishing you were here and alive.

He wanted to see you again. He needed to see you again.

And so, he did.

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #angst #heavy angst #tw death #pro hero bakugo x reader #dead reader #sad brain rot

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imhereiguess420 · 11 months

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Bakugou: Deku got hurt by natural causes…

Y/N: …. You shoved him off a cliff…

Bakugou: GRAVITY IS NATURAL.

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aitchhdee · 9 months

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Don't tell me Bakugou, who doesn't show affection for the most time wouldn't cover his friends up with a blanket, when he thinks they are asleep but not covered well. But when he notices that their eyes are open and just stare at him blankly, there would be an awkward moment of silence, as they stare at each other, before Bakugou pulls and throws the blankets he just covered them with off of them out of embarrassment. Because now you have no proof what he just did, there was no affection at all. He did not cover you at all, smh.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #my hero academia #mha bakugou #Over his dead body you'll see him being soft to his friends #bakugou x reader

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anniebear-92 · 9 months

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Afterlife

Part Three - He's Back

Summary: Bakugo discovers he's no longer alone. His new, good looking roommate is the first person to see him in a long time and now she's ignoring him! Or is she? Also she gets another case and finally has some fun.

Warnings: Mentions of death, death of an animal, adult jokes and cursing.

Tag-list: @browneyedgirl22 @simplybaconic @ghostofscarley @optimisticprime3 @lukerycyja-reblogs @eyesforbkg

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Katsuki Bakugo tried everything over the next few days to get his new roommate to see him. He tried throwing things, jumping out from behind doors, walls and closets. Screaming until he thought his lungs would burst, doing anything really to make her glance, flinch or something at all that indicated she truly saw him.

He took note of her habits during this time, what she liked to eat in the morning, dressing styles, nightly routine and right now her biggest habit he observed? Not sleeping.

She spent all hours of the night on her phone, reading, scrolling social medias or watching some new show. He had taken to watching said show with her on the couch, even if she had no idea there was company.

Bored out of his noggin' he nosed into the other rooms, finding a bed in his parent's old space. Inside the closets were men's clothing and other belongings that indicate there should be more than just the girl living here. Even so, she was the only person he saw come or go... when she did go out. She spoke on the phone with others only briefly and on the few adventures out of the house were brief. She seemed to have an aversion to human interaction simliar to him.

He curled into the side of the couch, back hanging over the arm rest as he groaned in frustration. Currently she was on the phone with a man named "Toshi," asking him how his mission was going.

Katsuki leaned up while placing his chin into his palm to contemplate what else he could try catching her attention with. She had been here a full week (that he had been awake for) and nothing seemed to work, he was past frustrated, sliding into livid.

"You really need to get some sleep." The male's deep voice cut through his thoughts from the phone sitting on the table. She had placed the device on speaker so she could be free to eat her dinner as she spoke. "Yeah I know." Her voice grumbled in response.

The bags under her eyes did not do her justice, she looked like absolute shit who needed a nap immediately. At most during the week he could only count a few hours if not minutes where she had nodded off.

"I can tell you're in one of your funks. Not sleeping, binging your latest show and texting me non stop." She placed her empty plate beside her and leaned into a pillow with a deep noise of annoyance.

"How do you always know this shit when you're not even here? It's like you never left!"

He snorted while continuing, "We've been friends and roommates long enough for me to know your habits F/N."

Katsuki's ears perked up at the use of your name. He had not been able to figure out what you were called as of yet, no real mail had come to the house for him to snoop into. It had a nice ring to it though.

"So in conclusion, get some damn sleep. Denki and I will be back home in a couple weeks, our mission is going really smoothly. If we're lucky we'll be home in the next couple weeks at most with the culprit behind bars."

She hummed in affirmation and gave a false promise to get some rest. "Be safe and tell Denks too okay?"

Denki? Denki Kaminari? Katsuki's head tilted in interest now at his old classmate's name, if he also put two and two together to make sense. Toshi, would be Hitoshi Shinso, purple haired, sleep deprived Aizawa clone from UA.

After the call concluded you placed the phone away from you and did not heed his words in the least. Resuming your show and forgoing bedtime that evening as well.

The next morning Katsuki hatched a plan. He was going to practice interacting with things so he could build up his strength and hopefully show her he was there.

In a stare down with the soulless, dark eyes of a stuffed dog toy, he chewed his lip. "You're going against the wall wither or not you like it creature!"

He reached forward, hand slipping right through the damn animal's smiling face. With a grunt he tried once again to yield the same result. "Fucking, come on!" He growled, continuing to waive his hand through the dog.

"It's a fucking toy!" He roared in frustration, his palm shooting forward out of habit to use his quirk that had always been there.

The toy slammed against the wall and his eyes widened with surprise as a gasp escaped his chest. "I did it." He mumbled triumphantly.

He looked around for you only to find you picking the toy up and giving it an apology. "Sorry buddy, didn't mean to hit you with that closet door."

Dammit, he'd have to try harder.

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Your phone rang in the wee hours of the morning, making you shoot up at the shrill noise. Having finally nodded off for the first time in a couple days and someone had to go and ruin that. Fucking people.

Should've taken Toshi's advice and gotten a good night's rest a few days ago. However as predicted that little girl seemed to haunt her dreams every time your eyes closed.

On top of that a chill had almost constantly been running up your spine, indicating the proximity of a spirit. Though not one glance, from the corner of your eye or any noises out of place since you had seen the man near the fridge.

Finally answering the phone that was most likely on it's last ring, you cleared your throat. "Inspector what can I do for you at... five thirty am?"

Rubbing your sleepy eye you heard a small chuckle on the other line. "My apologies did I wake you Phantom?"

You rolled your eyes while leaning into the pillow that had been your cradle just a few moments ago. When he didn't get a response he continued, "I have a case opportunity for you, should you be interested."

A yawn was his initial response, "Clearly if you're calling me, I would assume you're not calling me for a date."

He could be hear coughing and choking on most likely a sip of coffee or bite of breakfast while you waited. "I was drinking coffee, that wasn't fair."

Bingo.

You shook your head with an affectionate smile on your lips, knowing damn well the inspector was happily married to another office he had met a few years prior.

"Well what's this case?"

He sighed while the sound of shuffling on the other side indicated he was cleaning up a mess or looking through files before he continued. "A man who was recently put in jail for a string of murders is declining to lead us to where he buried his victims. We we're in the hopes you could help us locate them by contact or persuasion."

Another yawn wracked your chest as you contemplated responding. "Anything else you got for me? Preferably not as gruesome? I am gonna be honest here Inspector I haven't gotten much sleep since we saw each other last over the previous case we just finished. I don't think I could deal with something like that right now or channel anyone properly. After some good sleep? Yeah, maybe. Right now? No."

He shuffled some more papers before offering another solution. "I do have a request from a hero agency that asked for you personally. It's a team up with Cellophane and Pinky. They need your help finding a lost cat."

You scratched your nose for a minute while pondering if you heard him right. "A cat. Find a lost cat?"

He affirmed as you scoffed, "How is that a job for me?" He chuckled in response and continued with clear amusement in his voice.

"The request is mostly to help confirm if the cat is among the living or not. Call came in from the owner's son who insists the cat has passed on, but his father is denying and stating the cat has ran away which has happened from time to time apparently. Son claims the cat got sick and was buried a few days ago."

You hummed while cocking a brow, "What are the heroes for then? Surly I could do this by myself?"

"They asked specifically for them I guess, something about helping find it the last time they ran away. Refused anyone else to come out when their agency agreed. They've been having some free time and were more than happy to join up with you."

Pinching the bridge of your nose and contemplating all your life's decisions at this point that led to finding a ghost cat. "All I have to do is fine the cat... right?"

He affirmed and you agreed reluctantly to meet up with the Heroes in a bit. Hanging up the phone after getting the details you fell back into the bed with a groan of frustration. You were too tired to be chasing a cat but rent and utilities do not pay themselves. This case should be a cakewalk.

This was not a cakewalk, it was Bullshit.

Meeting up with Cellophane and Pinky who had greeted you with major enthusiasm. It was not the first time you had worked with them and they were honestly one of your favorite heroes to chat with on the job. They had both gladly shown you their new prototype glasses that had come from Hatsume inc, supposedly geared to pick up signatures from those who had passed on.

In theory, they could see the cat just like you could. You was mostly here for confirmation and also because unlike everyone there, you could actually see the cat and interact with it. Though according to Cellophane, Mei was currently in works on gloves to go with the glasses, but those were still in beta testing phases and not for hero use quite yet.

The son had thanked us for coming out and explained his father's insistence the cat was alive and well, just missing somewhere out in the world. He gave a brief description as a tiger stripped tabby with slight orange markings on her cheeks. Pictures he had showed a rather hearty feline glaring at the camera. Her name was Snickers due to her multi-coloring and that's when he dropped the bomb on us.

The cat had a quirk.

The cat, had a fucking. Quirk.

One that would allow it to teleport short distances, which was serving to piss off my fellow heroes and myself rather quickly. "She enjoyed a good game of tag when she was alive." The son had said.

You had spotted the lazy cat lounging in a tree during the discussions and took it as an opportunity to prove that the glasses worked. Pointing in a general direction you told the heroes to tell you where the cat was, both of them spoke immediately "in the tree."

Well way to go Hatsume, the glasses work!

Now as you all attempted to catch the wascally wabbit, you had narrowly grabbed the cat several times. She would pop a few inches just outside your reach and run away at the last possible second. The chase had been going on for several hours at this point, nearing dinner time promptly as you continued your search.

"Target was spotted in the back yard by the large elm tree."

The pink skinned female's voice cut into your ear piece.

"Hey guys, do you remember that ninja anime from when we were kids? This reminds me of that mission they took with the missing ca-"

"Cellophone, I have had this cat jump out of my hands for the last few hours. Have your ninja fantasy another time."

Pinky's laughter was so loud it rang throughout the entire property and through the ear piece. Once she calmed down a bit she spoke with a wobbly voice threatening to turn back into giggles. "I'm telling Kirishima that Phantom scolded you when we all go out tonight!"

He groaned and grumbled something on the other side when you found the cat once again in your sights.

Giving a reassuring smile to the animal and giving a soft "Pspspsp" with your lips in the attempts to coax the female closer. "Snickers... come here baby girl." Your soft coos fell on deaf ears as Cellophane hung upside down from a tree branch like some off brand Spiderman.

"Go slow." He offered with a wide smile, gritting your own teeth in avoid snapping at the hero once again. Like you didn't know the cat would bolt again if spooked?

The cat's large green eyes lazed over to the both of you, watching her pupil's dilating quickly in excitement before bolting just as your fingers grazed fur.

"MOTHER FU-"

Your snarls of frustration were cut short as tape shot past your face with such speed, quickly gaining on the retreating feline. In a last ditch effort you reached out and your fingers grazed the tape, weaving some spiritual energy into the material just as it finally reached the cat in time.

The Tape wound around the cat and brought it to the ground as you shouted in victory. You hadn't really been sure if that would even work but you were damn glad it did! Ripping the tape from it's source you wrapped it up to slowly approach the struggling fluff.

"Whoa little one, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you... let me get this off of you."

Unwrapping the tape slowly once the cat was secured in your arms. Cellophane jogged over with a ear to ear grin on his face. "Damn! I didn't know if that would even work! I used one of my less sticky tapes so it didn't hurt her but wow!"

You shot him a grin while running a hand over the soft ears. "I didn't either to be honest, I threw some of my quirk energy into it and it somehow turned it into ghost capture tape."

A large palm came down on top of your head affectionately, you flinched back as his expression dropped. "Shit, I'm sorry I forgot..." He stammered an apology as you waived your free hand.

"Don't worry, no harm done." He gave a apologetic smile before his dark eyes fell on the cat. "Wow, I can see it clearly now. The goggles just give me a shape without definition. I knew it was a cat, but that was about it."

He ran a large hand through the cat's soft ears as a low purring rumbled against your arms that cradled her. "Your quirk is pretty damn cool!"

You felt heat rising into your cheeks as those eyes met yours, Pinky's voice cutting through when she finally joined us. "Thanks for letting me know you got her!"

Shooting her a sheepish look, the three of you returned to the front yard where the owner sat in a lawn chair in wait. He jumped from his seat upon seeing the familiar sight in your arms.

"Snickers! Wow you really did find her!" He grinned before popping inside quick enough to bring out his father whose eyes lit up like a firework display.

"See! I told you she was alright! She was just playing hide and seek again!" His affectionately snapped as his son who rolled his eyes without a word. The father stepped forward and attempted to take the cat from your arms with some thanks. You however stepped back just before his hands could touch you or her.

"Sir, there are some things we need to discuss regarding this cat."

He frowned deeply before his face turned into anger. "Listen, I appreciate what you did but I'd like my cat back now. She's been missing for days and I'm not paying you any extra for how long it took to catch her."

Cocking a brow at his audacity, Cellophane stepped forward and placed his hand on the father's shoulder to indicate his words were not acceptable.

"Sir, my colleague has some things you need to hear. They may be difficult but please listen, she's a smart cookie."

He winked at you and you cleared your throat to avoid the heat in your cheeks once again. You quickly explained how your quirk works, that if you were to let the cat go, no one would be able to see or hear it but yourself. Not only were you not going to chase it again, but it was no longer able to go home.

The man's face twisted into confusion and his arguments lasted for several minutes before you had enough.

"I am going to tell you this one last time as kindly as I can sir... " You leaned forward so he could get a good look at your expression, "The cat has passed on. It got sick and passed on according to your son, My quirk is the only thing keeping it on this plane of existence right now. I cannot simply give you the cat because it is Dead. If I let go she will run away and I will not catch it again. So if you are willing I can help her pass on to a peaceful place, otherwise I'm going to drop it and you will not get your chance for goodbyes. Now what would you like to do?"

He stood stunned at your bluntness, eyes dropping to his beloved animal snoozing in your arms. "I do apologize for being brash but apparently our kind words were not enough."

He nodded slowly before reaching out to brush his fingers along the soft fur. "I am sorry too... I raised her from birth you know? I didn't want to believe she was really gone."

He exhaled a long breath before nodding, you placed the cat into his arms while keeping a finger touching her at all times so she did not slip through is arms. After the son and father gave her some proper love and goodbyes, a woman in formal wear stepped up beside you. She gave you a quick nod and you returned the slightest in kind to indicate you had seen her.

"Sir, the cat is ready to go now."

He chewed his lip before giving her one final goodbye, the animal happily leaped from their arms into that of the waiting reaper's. They ran their hand over her soft fur while she let out a few meows in response.

"Let them know she thanks them for her years here with them and all the love they shared. She is ready to go home."

Nodding slightly the woman turned and faded from sight. It was one thing they could do you couldn't, speak to animals. Languages were still a barrier regardless of death or not, if you didn't speak it there was no understanding. Some reapers focused on animal deaths and could communicate properly in order to do their work.

You relayed the reaper's message without mentioning the smartly dressed woman, tears pricked the eyes of both men as they gave their thanks.

Ready to avoid more tears you returned to the police station with the heroes to report the mission a success. The inspector once again indicated a trip to my favorite woman's desk was in order as I exited his office.

"Hey Phantom! Do you want to come out with us tonight?" The pink hero stepped forward before you could pass, attempting to latch onto your arm. Her dark haired friend stopped her before she could with a stern glance.

"Mina we talked about this, personal boundaries."

She gave you a shameful look while chuckling. "Sorry something I never grew out of."

You gave her a small grin while removing your costume's mask.

"It's alright, at least you acknowledge it. Some people do it anyway just to push my buttons and it gets really uncomfortable."

She smiled and quickly elbowed her taller friend in the side. Not so whispering to him "Get her to come with!"

He shot her a warning glance before turning his attention on you. "Phantom.."

You told him to call you by your name since it was now past hero hours. Phantom clocked out the second you got paid.

The tips of his ears turned a dusted pink as he shuffled his feet, placing his helmet under his well toned arm. "Then, Hanta Sero at your service. I don't think I gave you my name in our past dealings."

Mina squealed softly as she watched her friend smile brightly at the pretty girl. Her ship may sail yet!

"Sure Sero, though I don't know about going out tonight. I'm running on low sleep here." You gave a nervous chuckle when the pink hero's face dropped. No! Her ship cannot sink!

"Oh come on! You have to join us! Any time we work with our friends they ask about you! They'd love to see you outside of work!" Her large dark surrounded eyes turned pleading as Hanta adjusted his helmet.

"Kirishima did ask about you recently when I said we were teaming up today." The taller of the two scratched at his cheek gently.

"Kirishima, as in Red Riot?" You tilted your head, only remembering one insistence of working with the hero.

Mina nodded her head enthusiastically "Yeah! He asked how you were doing since Kaminari had mentioned he was moving in with you and Shinso! He's on a mission currently so you'd fit right into his slot!" She pouted while clasping her fingers together in a prayer you'd concede.

With a heavy sigh you looked over both of their pleading faces.

"Only one or two drinks and then I'm going home." You mumbled to their delight.

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It ended up being not the one or two drinks you had originally promised.

After returning home quick to change and freshen up, you met the duo at the address Ashido had texted you upon finally securing your number. Inside the small bar you found the two sitting with a burly red head, who took up the entire chair and then some with his large body.

The bubblegum haired female waived furiously until you weaved through the tables to join them. "Hey L/N! How are you?" The golden retriever energy radiated off of the large hero even at a distance while shooting you the biggest sharp tooth smile.

Exchanging greetings you noticed some fresh faces along with the ones you had already seen today.

"Ah let me introduce you, I'm sorry if you've already met it's not manly to be a bad host!" He waived his hand towards the others, "This is Shoto Todoroki, or Shoto as he likes to be called on the field. Beside him is the number two hero Deku, Izuku Midoriya."

You waived at them both, only having met the dual haired male one other time. He however had apparently not remembered meeting you, when he stuck out his hand for a shake. "Pleasure to meet you."

You cleared your throat before giving him a soft smile. "Likewise Todoroki, though I'm going to decline your greeting."

He raised a confused brow on his stoic face as Izuku leaned over to whisper quickly in his ear. Todoroki's fingers curled in on his hand as he returned it to his lap with a quick apology. Taking the seat next to Kirishima you were slid a drink.

With all your seniors around you, they quickly got into loud conversations that turned to laughter. You actually found yourself laughing along with much needed stress relief. They quickly convinced you that one drink was not enough, it soon became two... then three.. then enough that you lost count.

Though it was enough to get you on stage for a bad rendition of "Barbie Girl" With Mina, the boys cheering you both on with vigor, drinks spilling as they swayed along.

You both then cheered on the guys as Midoriya and Kirishima chose to arm wrestle, Todoroki facilitating it since he declined to go against the winner. Especially when the two of them smashed the table to bits under their combined strength, leading to them bowing before the owner and offering to pay for the damages. This was the most passive aggressive argument you had ever witnessed.

"Just let me pay for it Midoriya, I suggested the arm wrestling."

"No, no I can pay for it. I accidentally used a little of my quirk so it's really my fault Kirishima."

"Just both of you split it already!" Mina howled in annoyance before downing the last of her drink and calling for another in the same breath.

Due to your lack of drinking experience you swayed while waiting on the group to deliberate on how to get you home. You had drove but there was absolutely zero way you were going to be allowed behind the wheel.

The one with the most sober mind had turned out to be Todoroki who was not much of a drinker himself, offered to drive you home and he would call a car from his agency to get him home afterwards. Midoriya had been offering to take you home like the nice guy he was, but a fiancé to get home to. That and he was almost just as intoxicated as you, he would most likely end up being held up by you instead of him taking care of you.

Todoroki helped you into the car's passenger seat and made sure you were buckled in nice and snug. Humming all the while the song you sang with Mina while he tried to get your address from you. After several minutes he finally got the slurred answer from you and he made his way slowly towards your house.

You stumbled up the sidewalk, the hero's hands hovering without touching to respect your boundaries but also hover incase you took a tumble. He helped you into the house and into bed, made sure you were tucked in all snug as a bug before exiting the room. He returned once with a full glass of water and some headache medicine most likely from the bathroom in the hall.

You rambled to him how thankful you were and that he was a great guy.

"Think nothing of it. I am a hero and I am helping someone in need."

After all was said in done he saw himself out and made sure the door was locked before leaving in the car he had called on the way to your house.

You awoke with a snort, wiping away the drool that had accumulated during the best sleep you had gotten in awhile. Though you had toss and turned through the night from the alcohol, it had been a blissful few hours of blank dreams.

The sunlight cut into your eyes as you groaned and turned over to find the full glass of water and pills on the night stand. You thanked whoever was listening for good men in this world like the dual haired man who helped you home.

What a guy.

Popping the painkillers and downing the water like a flower starved, you set the glass down with a satisfied noise. Now that your mouth didn't feel like a bucket full of sand, you laid back down with your arm flopped over your eyes.

You let out a low groan at the rumbling stirring up trouble in your stomach. Which was also simultaneously begging for the greasiest cheeseburger you could find.

"Fuck me I only said one drink!"

"Should've came home then dipshit instead of stumbling in here with fucking Icy Hot at two am."

Tossing your arm off of your face quickly and found yourself face to face with the angry vermillion eyes once again. A scream ripped from your throat as you threw yourself backwards and onto the bedroom floor.

"Oop good job dumbass... Wait." A head with messy ash blonde locks leaned over the side of the bed. "You fucking saw me!"

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gardenofnoah · 2 years

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feels like...

i have been in such a writing rut BUT writing this made me feel better. i'm sorry but i do not believe the girlies that think katsuki is planning elaborate proposals. i think it goes down just like this and i love him so much it makes me sick♡

wc: 845ish cw: gn reader, fluff

The cicadas call in, strong and shrill, through the bedroom window. Under his fingertips, your pulse thrums beneath your skin. Steady, constant. A relief to him.

You've never asked him why his hand curves around the back of your neck like a reflex— it's never seemed to bother you, with the way you lean into his touch. If you should ever decide to ask him, he's not sure he'd have the words to give you an explanation. Maybe that's why you haven't. You were considerate of him like that.

Bakugo Katsuki can identify his feelings. He's put in the work in the years you've been together, and it's at least given him that-- anxiety creeps up his spine and coils in his lungs. Rage sets fire to his nerve endings with the hope that one will be the catalyst to the destruction he's so adept at unfurling from the palms of his hands. Happiness is a flood that pools around his ankles, warm and not at all scary like he thinks it ought to be. Longing, usually for you, makes his teeth ache.

But love is the feeling of your pulse against his skin. The expansion of your chest with every inhale you pull in. The stretch of your muscles as you mold your body to the contours of his own.

Love is the knowledge that you are alive and here with him.

He knows this, feels it when it happens (so often, as bodily functions do), and he can't say it. So instead, he speaks into the silence of the room.

"Been thinking about something."

You hum, your chest vibrating softly against his, and he gets that feeling again.

He pauses—braces himself for his own words—because he knows that the thing he’s about to say will not be what he wants it to be. Katsuki can identify his feelings, but he has not gotten to the part where he knows how to verbalize them. That takes much more time, and a much more developed vocabulary. Possibly less expletives.

He feels the familiar slither against the inside of his chest and ignores it, because he has been thinking about this (agonizing maybe), and he can't keep it in his brain anymore.

"You ever think about gettin' married?"

He braces himself for a withdrawal, or at least the feeling of your muscles tensing against him—it doesn't come. Instead, you lift your head, resting your chin against the arm that spans his chest to look him in the eye. Another scraping twist in his chest. He fights the urge to look up at the ceiling.

"Married to you?" you ask, softly. Still, he deflects.

"To anyone."

"Mm," the smile that spreads across your face is slow and knowing, because what he wants to ask floats around you like so many balloons. You spare his pride anyway.

"Sometimes," you murmur, "though I don't think I would be interested in like, the traditional way of doing things."

By now, the coiling in his chest has made it to his throat. He can only look at you and hope you take it as a prompt to continue.

"I'm not one for surprise proposals," you tell him through slightly smooshed cheeks against his chest, "or big, elaborate ceremonies. I actually think I would like everything to be private," you pause, looking straight inside him, "you know, just you and me."

"Really?" It's the first word he can choke out, mostly because the hope and the relief he feels join forces to take a baseball bat to the thing in his chest.

You hum your affirmation, eyes still on his.

He's quiet for a long time, after that. Your eyes close eventually, a soft smile still pulling at your lips, like you know what's coming and you're there and ready, but you're waiting patiently for him to meet you. You are always patient—he thinks it's a kindness that he's not always deserved. He takes a deep breath, and prays to whoever is listening that he doesn't stutter.

"Do you want to marry me?"

Your eyes flutter open again, but your expression doesn't change, save for the way your smile stretches a little farther across your face.

"Are you asking my opinion or are you proposing?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes at that, scoffing a little. "Never mind," he says, mouth pulling at the corners, "M’not asking at all."

You smile at him, all teeth and a feigned noise of indignance, reaching up to flick his nose.

"Aren't you supposed to have a ring or something?" you ask after a moment, and the tail end of what's been rooting around in his chest cavity slaps him in the gut.

"D'ya want one?" he asks quietly. You pause, lips pursed like you're thinking it over.

"No," you say, and he feels the thing shrink from a boa constrictor to an earthworm, "I want, like, a sword or something."

And Katsuki laughs out loud at that, something rare and warm that makes you close your eyes whenever you hear it.

"Fuckin' weirdo," he mumurs fondly, reaching up to thread his fingers through the ends of your hair, "I'll get you whatever you want."

Warmth pools at his ankles, and his lungs feel clearer than they ever have.

this fic belongs to me (@b-writes-things). i do not allow anyone to repost, edit, or reproduce this work.

#this is incredibly self indulgent #i don't even want to get married. but for bkg i would #i am yearning for a dead man #help me jesus #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #my hero academia #mha bakugo #bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo fluff #bakugo x gn reader #bwritesthings

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writing-bakugo · 1 year

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help I was trying to write a kaminari x reader x shinso and I added bakugo with the intention of him being like in the background

he's not the background anymore

in one scene he turned into the main interest and I-

sometimes I remember my username and ya'll it's true

I really do be writing bakugo 🤚

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beetlesau · 1 year

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!zombie Bakugou x reader, Warm Bodies

Chapter 4, woah woah chapter 4? chapter 4.

He snarled and in one motion, picked you both up off the floor, holding you aloft by the scruff of your sweater. Your feet dangled above the ground as he examined you, turning you easily from side to side.

Laughing awkwardly in fear at his raw strength was all you could manage to do as he held you like a ragdoll.

His eyes snapped up to your mouth, listening to the noise it created. If you weren't in this situation, you might compare him to a dog hearing a new sound. Well. like, an angry-looking dog. He cocked his head ever so slightly but his eyebrows were so scrunched, that from your angle you could no longer see his eyes.

And then, he put you down. And you stood there. For a while.

"Should I... run? Should I say something? Uh....." As far as you were concerned this was not standard protocol for dealing with a Dead. However, this one was the one in control at this moment so you weren't sure what "protocol" you even meant.

After all your fear and hesitation died down, you decided to take a step backward.

The creature, man, Dead, thing, growled and squinted at you, but did not move otherwise.

So you figured you would test out the other direction. The one that led to the door, the exit. You slowly rotated and took a single small step. You didn't get far this time because, in an instant, his arm snapped out and pushed you back with ease.

"Ah-ha Okay Hey easy man, easy." You held your arms up defensively and backed up further this time. You backed up to the farthest wall and pressed yourself against it for support.

This staring contest went on for the longest time. Eventually, you'd slid down the wall into a sitting position, and then finally laid out on the floor. You were too damn tired to keep up with your fear. Maybe you'd wake up to him eating you. Maybe you could die peacefully in your sleep.

Or maybe, he'd be standing there STILL when you woke up a whole six. hours. later.

You rolled over at one point and woke up facing the wall. When you turned to look at your prison guard he was still there. Only now, after a much-needed sleep (despite it being on the cold hard floor) you could take him in with new eyes. And a bit less fear... A bit.

You could see now that his skin was just dirty, not rotted. You'd made his features a lot more scary in your nightmare than what was really in front of you.

You rolled your eyes. It was odd. You were the most cautious person alive in the world, (not that that meant much) but here you were staring down the beast, and with no more hesitation, you approached him.

He growled a warning if you were to attempt to leave again, but was silenced by a hand on his mouth.

"Fuck it. Absolutely fuck. it." You were going to die, and before that happened you were going to get a good look at your killer.

You pushed your fingers to his upper lip and barred his canines.

Not the jagged nails you'd dreamed them to be. His eyes were not glazed over, they were simply red and burning. His hair, however, was indeed a mess. There was dirt and who knows what else stuck in its tangles.

You sighed. All this touching and closeness and he still hadn't eaten you. However, if looks could kill, you'd be dead many times over with the way this guy stared.

You took a step instead this time to the left, towards the kitchen. He growled and went to put out his hand but you weren't having it this time. You put your own hand up to give him the one-finger "wait" gesture and hoped he would understand. With all the confidence the outside of you had, the inside was screaming to high heaven.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD"

But you carried on, headed to the sink, and pulled out your old but clean washrags from the cabinet. You turned the faucet on and waited for the rusty brown water to clear from the line. There was no hot water of course, but anything was better than nothing. With a dampened cloth you returned to your... captor? Guest? ... you returned to the Dead standing in the middle of your apartment.

"Uh, here. I made this for you... obviously. You saw me make it. I- Uh, I just mean it's to get you cleaned up. Here." you held out your offering awkwardly as you waited for him to take it. Or do something at all, besides look angry.

"Alright... I can do it. Here, let me." you lifted the rag to his cheek and as the cool water touched his face he finally reacted. Poorly.

He flinched away swatting his hand at you loosely, a grimace at the waters touch.

"Hey! Stop it! Don't be a baby I'm just trying to help like you asked me to in my sleep." you played with the rag in your hands. He gave no sign of understanding but you couldn't stop talking. You were lonely. All you'd ever had was Dead to talk to, so this felt as comfortable a thing to do as talking to your Dead pals in the car pen.

"Crazy weird, right? When I got knocked out yesterday I had a nightmar-- I mean, a dream about you." you back peddled as if he would be offended by the word "nightmare"

You said you needed my help, but like, also said you didn't need my help? I'm not sure, after I saved you from that crate, I--"

Something you said must have triggered him because out of nowhere he was fuming. He threw his arms up and turned away from you to pace back and forth. He wasn't exactly fast, you noted. Seemed to have a slight limp, which was understandable considering, you know, his death status and all. He was growling incoherently like if he could he'd be stringing a line of expletive words at you. "Uh, was it something I said?" ignored.

"Crate?" nothing.

"Nightmare? Cause I mean in all fairness, it was." still pacing.

"saved you? Help?" bingo.

He stopped in his tracks and bared his teeth at you in a childish way. You actually couldn't help the smile that broke over your face.

"Ummm, what you don't like that I saved you?" he marched over and towered above you, his chest heaving. "Okaay, well I did. You know that, right? You weren't getting out of that crate alone, buddy." for a moment you'd forgotten the danger of the situation you were in. You'd nearly forgotten that the person before you was not human anymore. You were reminded of that fact very quickly as you heatedly went to push his chest away from you. As soon as your hand applied pressure, he was shoving you to the ground, his fingernails nearly ripping into the arm you'd held out at him.

As fast as it had started, it ended. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head to the side, plunging into your neck violently. Time slowed to a crawl in your mind as you could feel his teeth sink into your flesh. Eyes wide and wild, your lungs air was stolen from shock, you intended to use the last of your breath to scream, but all that came out was a whispered: "save me".

His teeth were lodged around your neck, not yet breaking the skin, but god did it feel like it. It seemed as though he was stuck there in that position. Maybe between standing between the vail of Death and a shred of humanity. fighting an instinct to rip you to shreds.

His breathing was hot and heavy, it smelt like copper and earth. His saliva pooled in the divot of your throat.

Then he released you.

By the time you came out of your utter shock, you scanned the room from your place on the floor.

He was gone. For now.

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #mha zombie #Bakugo zombie #warm bodies type of story #mha au #bakugo x reader #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #zombie au #zombie fic #bakugou is dead but not #AU #uuuh how does one make tags #Zombie bakugou #halloween all year

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pinkpip · 11 months

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Hello~! My name is Pip. I am starting this blog to get back into my creative writing!Here’s my little introduction page, please read it and feel free to send me requests! ♡

Fandoms I write for:

BNHA

KNY

Black Butler

Soul Eater

OHSHC

DBD

Content I will write:

NSFW (Excluding: Diapers, Piss play, Scat, Tickling.)

Angst (Excluding: Anorexia, Bulimia.)

Character Death (Main or otherwise.)

Fluff

I’m fine with taglists, chapters, receiving messages, headcanons, etc.

Thank you for taking time to read this! If you have any questions or requests, don’t be afraid to send them in! Have a good day/night, stay safe, drink some water, and take good care of yourself for me! ♡

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rileytwenty · 1 year

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Requests

Hey y'all, I've been lacking in story ideas lately so I'm taking requests for x reader oneshots/imagines.

I do not promise to do all requests.

Fandoms:

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My Hero Academia

Kirishima Eijiro

Bakugou Katsuki

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The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Shane Walsh

Sand Castle

Captain Syverson

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntaro

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katanaski · 2 years

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Today I will be reading works from :

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@/kweenkatsuki

@/tteokdoroki ♡

#and it ain't favorism #or even if it was idc because their works are soooo good #and I've seen them post some good fics i gotta catch up on so i will #i don't need to explain myself anyways #plus i don't trust the reader x tag anymore #i read whatever my moots share that's it #I've asked in the past to send me your works to read #and nobody does so....#tomorrow it will be some of my other favory writers<3333 #I'll draw Bakugou tomorrow the tablet is dead </3 #ok bye<333

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chocolatetittymilk · 1 month

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anniebear-92 · 9 months

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Afterlife

Part One - Moving Day

Summary: After a long search you finally land eyes on the perfect property for your roommates' and yourself to rent. It's perfect! Large rooms, enough space for all of you, Ghost of the previous owner's son... Perfect!

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Death/Dead people. Adult humor but nothing too in depth.

Taglist (let me know if you would like to be added): @browneyedgirl22 @lukerycyja-reblogs

Previous Part: Prologue

Scrolling through ads listing rentals you sighed heavily.

"Toshi why is it so hard to find a decent place to rent anymore?"

Your lavender hair, sleep deprived friend lifted his shoulders in a short shrug. "Finding a place isn't the hard thing. It's finding a good area worth the money."

He wrapped up his spare capture scarf into the gym bag he was packing, another breath of air leaving your body. "I'm so sick of this. Why can't your boyfriend help again? He's the one moving with us."

A single snort was your response as he zipped the bag closed. "Kaminari couldn't find himself out of a wet paper bag, you really want to put him in charge of finding a rental?"

You eyed him while grumbling a No, letting the phone fall against your chest. "Yet you're dating the guy, going on a three month mission with him to boot."

He shrugged once more with a sly smirk on his lips. "You know, you should find someone too. Maybe you'd be less bitchy."

Narrowing your eyes at him to indicate he was on thin ice he showed both palms in surrender. "Sorry, sorry."

Picking the phone back up, you continued your search once again. A brand new listing caught your attention, a pretty decently sized house with a similar monthly price. There would be plenty of room for Hitoshi, his boyfriend Denki Kaminari, and yourself.

"Hey, look at this one Toshi."

You sat up shoving the phone in front of his face before his long fingers curled around the device and brought it to a more acceptable level. "House looks a bit familiar for some reason, Three bedroom, two bath... wow there's actually a nice sized yard." He scrolled a bit more to list the 'About the landlord' section that gave a brief history.

"Landlord information says it's an older couple renting out their family home." He tossed the device back into your lap before moving his gym bag from the table. "Where is it?"

You read off the address and he scratched the back of his neck in though. "That's a great neighborhood, why don't you give them a call and we can try to look today before I leave?" You nodded and clicked the link to call the landlord. The line beeped only a few short times before a click was heard.

"Mitsuki Bakugo speaking."

You smiled, glad a person actually answered after all the scams and wrong numbers listed on the site. "Hello! I was interested in viewing your home for rent?"

The conversation was brief, she indicated her schedule was open for the afternoon and you set up a time to view the home. She took down your name and contact information right before the call disconnected. Hitoshi had put away his bag with the other moving boxes littering the living space of your current apartment.

"You planning to invite Kami to see the place with us?" He shook his head in response, "No, he needs to pack and if him calling me or texting me every five minutes isn't enough of a distraction this would be. I think he also has a joint patrol with Red Riot during that time so he'll lay his head wherever I tell him to."

You let out a brief huff of air in amusement, pulling the sleeves of your shirt over your chilled hands. "It's two thirty now and we have two hours before the viewing, should we grab some food before we meet her?"

Hitoshi nodded while rubbing his eye, a short yawn stretching out his jaw. "Or do you need a nap first?" You teased, poking his side to watch him jump.

"Fuck off, I've been doing a lot of late night mission for Eraserhead. Ever since I took over as his lead sidekick he's been working me harder and harder."

"Kinky."

The glare he shot you could bore holes in your head if he wanted to, raising your hands in surrender before gathering up the essentials to leave.

The car ride to the restaurant you frequented was a short one, only being a few blocks from your current building. The hostess flashed a bright smile and welcomed us in by name before leading us to the usual table in the rear away from... people.

You chatted a bit here and there while waiting on your order, reminiscing back on how your friendship started.

After graduating UA you had applied to Eraserhead's agency. He had been your teacher for the first two years of your schooling, however before your third term began he had retired officially to focus on his agency. His retiring speech had cited the death of one of his previous students as one of the main reasons he just couldn't bring himself to teach any longer, however had decided to omit the name.

He had accepted your application and placed you underneath his lead side kick Hitoshi Shinso, who happened to be three years your senior. Learning quickly he shared similar outlooks on life and people, a bond was made. He was considerate at your hesitancy when it came to physical touch and had even told off a few who were too pushy at one of the few hero galas you chose to attend.

After only a year of being on the hero scene had been enough for you. The toll your body took from the backlashes of your quirk placed you in the hospital enough times that calling it quits was the only option. On top of retiring from hero life, the same month your parents had been hit by a drunk driver and unfortunately did not survive.

Histoshi had offered his spare bedroom to you when you had no where to go and had been living there ever since. The lease was now up as of a few months ago, hence your search for a new place.

"Day dreaming again?" His voice cut through your memories like a knife, yanking you back to present times. Your chopsticks snatched a dumpling as you shrugged. "Just, reminiscing how we got here."

"We drove here."

Eyes rolling so hard they threatened to fall out of your head you chewed a bit overly aggressive as your eyes narrowed.

"I was talking about how crazy it is we've been friends for so long."

He nodded while slurping up a noodle. "Yeah, dealing with you has been a trip. Heroing and living together, now we're possibly moving into a house together."

"You make it sound like we're the couple. I think Kami will be a bit upset that you're after me."

You winked as his nose crinkled in disgust, "You are a beautiful, intelligent woman and I love you the most, but please understand when I say... Ew."

Dropping some cash on the table for your waitress, you both made your way back to Toshi's car in the parking lot. It was getting close to the meeting time and the GPS indicated you were at least thirty minutes away from the house, cutting it close.

Taking the passenger seat you placed the phone on your thigh with the directions open so you could lead him as the designated navigator. You placed your chin in the palm of your hand as you leaned towards the window, watching the scenery whip by of busy walkways and large business buildings. The view took a turn as you left the urban life to a quiet neighborhood filled with trees, green grass and children running around parks.

"Certainly pretty here." You mumbled looking around. Catching the gaze of a long man peeking out from behind a tree, you gulped and averted your eyes rather quickly. After a moment peering back to see the man had seemingly vanished as if to thin air. Releasing the breath you held and leaning back against the window.

"Turn left at the next stop sign." The electronic voice sounded from your phone's speaker and the driver followed just before the voice sounded again.

"Arrived."

The car pulled up to the curb, your attention being drawn to the building beside you. A brick wall surrounded the home, a small gate was the only opening to a walkway leading up to the home you had only seen in pictures. The brick home sat higher in the sky than you thought, realizing it was quite the large home for what they were asking monthly.

"Are you sure we need all this space? This looks a hell of a lot bigger than the photos. Think this is another scam? The rent isn't mathing here."

Turning your attention to your companion he shrugged and started to exit the car. With a deep inhale your fingers popped the door handle and swung the door out to follow. A door opened on the car before Hitoshi's, a long leg sliding out of the car first with a long heel attached. A taller blonde woman stepped out of the car, her head swiveling before landing on the both of you.

The woman was gorgeous, unruly blonde hair cascaded down to her sharp shoulders, sunglasses sitting on her perfectly shaped face. Her heels that matched her fashionable outfit clacked against the concrete as she stepped before you while sliding her sunglasses up to reveal piercing crimson eyes.

Holding out a perfectly manicured hand her smile lit up her face even more. "Hello there, I'm Mitsuki. We spoke on the phone?"

Your eyes flashed to Histoshi's for the briefest of moments before he gave a barely noticeable nod that satiated your reluctance.

"I'm sorry uh..."

Hitoshi quickly slid in and placed his hand in Mitsuki's to shake firmly.

"Hello, I am Hitoshi Shinso and I apologize she is not one for touch. Quirk interference."

Mistuki's face dropped into shame as she shook Hitsoshi's "I am so sorry dear please forgive me."

You nodded with a small smile and introduced yourself with a small bow. She turned her attention to the home and opened the gate for you all to file into the yard.

"Please let me show you the house, it's quite cute if I say so myself!"

She began speaking a mile a minute, pointing out little things about the home here and there. We could tell from all the details she provided this had been her long time home. "We purchased this home back when I first married my husband. A few years here alone and then we had..."

Her voice trailed off as her hand pressed against the door frame to a bedroom, thumb trailing back and forth over the closest notch a few inches taller than herself.

"Anyway, let's continue." She listed off more facts about the home, monthly rent amount, when and how she expected it to be paid. She provided her contact information besides the number we already had should anything come up for repair or issues with the payment.

"Well, that's just about everything." She finally waived her hand at the end of the tour. The home itself was beautiful, bedrooms big enough that your friends would have their own space and we could even have a guest space should anyone need it. The kitchen was huge and had an island in the middle that you could totally see yourself drinking coffee or tea in the morning while tuning out the world.

"What do you two think? I think it's a wonderful home for a young couple such as yourself." You froze at her words, turning to the woman who had nothing but a genuine smile on her full lips. "Oh uh, Hitsoshi and I are just close friends. It would actually be his boyfriend, himself and I living here."

Her eyes widened with a gasp as she placed her hands together, "Oh dear I'm so sorry I assumed." She tapped the top of her head with her fist lightly, "Silly me."

I nodded indicating it was a non issue, "Would you mind, giving us just a few minutes to discuss?"

She smiled and nodded, disappearing upstairs into one of the darker rooms.

"What do you think?" You elbowed Hitoshi in the side, he startled a bit almost as if he had been asleep on his feet. "It's a nice house, great price and neighborhood is quiet compared to the city. I can see myself getting some real sleep here."

"You have zero standards besides where you can set your bed do you?" He shrugged as per his normal move once again, "You should be well aware of this by now."

After your short deliberation, you called out, "Mrs. Bakugo?"

Her head poked out of the room she had been in before making her way back down the stairs. "Oh sweetheart just Mitsuki. No need to be formal."

"We would like to take the house if you'd let us."

Her hands clasped together with a loud snap in the empty space. "I'm so glad! We've just been sitting on this house for so long deciding what to do with it and I can't wait to see how you decorate it!"

Required paperwork signed, deposit and first month's rent in hand, she dropped the keys into your open palm. She insisted to call her if there were any issues and as she gathered up the paperwork into a folder she hugged it to her chest and shook Hitoshi's hand once more while offering you a short nod of the head.

At the door she gave a short glance back and you swore you saw a flash of sadness cross her features before the door closed behind her with a snap. You tested the weight of the keys in your hand a moment before turning to your roommate.

"Well, should we start moving or wait for tomorrow?"

He titled his head for a moment in thought, "Better get started now or you'll be bitching to me that you had to move everything alone when Denki and I leave tomorrow."

A wide grin crossed your features. "Damn right."

It only took a few hours and a couple trips with vehicles to move everything from your old apartment to the new house. Hitoshi had called up Kaminari to let him know the new address, who in turn let him know that he had gotten someone to cover his patrol route so he would be able to come help move the heavier stuff.

Kaminari pulled up in a bright yellow sports car a few minutes later, the large pink decals on the front making it resemble the cartoon creature nickname his friends tended to use. His first reaction was to mention how the house looked quite familiar to him as well, before running off to "claim his room." Both he and his boyfriend then found themselves in argument over which room they would be sharing.

Hitoshi wanted the room on the far right as it was the darkest of them all, however Denki complained the room "Creeped him out" until finally with a huff his sleep deprived boyfriend gave up and accepted the room across the hall. You however were just fine with taking the dark room being quite the night owl.

Your blade easily slipped through the tape holding the box labeled 'kitchen' closed. Placing the pots and pans away in their new homes you decided to leave a few out for the dinner you planned to make soon.

The three of you sat on the floor with plate in lap, random lamps illuminating the space while you found yourself laughing to Kaminari's retelling of a capture gone wrong from the day before.

The both of them finished their food and thanked you for cooking. Due to their early departure scheduled for the next day they bid their good nights and you assured them you were fine with unpacking as much as you could later. Retreating to their room on the left side of the hall you were left alone in the sea of boxes that were yet to be unpacked.

You finished up washing your dish and placed it in the strainer before taking stock of the boxes still nearby that could be put away. A yawn broke through however since all three of you had stayed up as long as you could into the wee hours of the morning, catching up however you decided the boxes to could wait until the next day.

Grabbing a glass of water you made your way up the stairs to the door on the right side of the hall to your new bedroom. Stopping at the frame to turn on the light your eyes dragged up and down quickly in remembrance this was the door Mitsuki had paused at when speaking. Indented in the wood were several notches that lined from the floor to the ceiling periodically, stopping at the height just a bit above your own.

Height Notches? Did the Bakugo's have a child?

You raised your hand to touch the tallest mark with the tips of your fingers, whoever this measured was pretty gifted in height. With a hum of curiosity you finally flipped on the light and closed the door behind you. One of the first things that had been done were the beds since sleep was always Toshi's top priority, knowing no one wanted to sleep on the floor as well.

Taking a quick swig of water and placing the glass on the table beside your bed, you climb inside the covers and wiggled down until they enveloped you in a warm embrace. The warmth was short lived when a breath of cold air ran down the length of your spine, shivers racking your body as you shot upward to glance around with wide eyes.

Chewing on your bottom lip you looked around while praying it was your imagination. Knowing your quirk was hardly wrong however you sighed and laid down slowly while keeping watching for any sign of movements. After nothing showed itself for some time the relaxation seeped into your tired joints and you finally fell asleep with one final thought.

This house isn't haunted... is it?

The next few days flew by pretty quickly. You had said goodbye to Hitoshi and Kaminari the next morning as they left packed down with all their luggage. Box after box was emptied and the contents put away until only a few remained. They were clearly marked as either Toshi or Kami's stuff so you made the choice to shove the boxes into the guest room until they returned as not to dig through their stuff. They would be just fine there until the duo returned.

Your phone trilled from it's spot on the counter, the name "Inspector" flashing over the screen. Taking the call you were informed a cold case had crossed his desk and he could use some help tracking down the perpetrator with your "Special skills."

The skills he alluded to was your quirk Ghost. This gave you the basic abilities of an apparition, phasing through walls, items phasing through your body, invisibility... to communicate and interact with the dead.

Draw backs? No distinction between the living and the dead without specifically touching them first. Hence the innate dislike of physical contact or interaction in general. Since you never know wither the person you're speaking with is dead or alive you tend to... not.

This was the reason when you met Mitsuki for the first time you had looked to Hitsohi for quick confirmation that she was in fact a living breathing person that could be seen. Though you were sure no one was playing tricks it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Especially when the biggest drawback was learning what happens when you touch the dead for the first time. More times than not as soon as your fingers connected with any part of the person's body you would be thrown into their last few moments in life, forced to relive their death in a vision so real it was as if you lived it yourself. After a few accidental field trips, the fear of touching anyone slowly crept in. Though it did not happen every time for some reason, but it did happen more often than not.

The main reason you had decided to "hang the cape" of hero work as it were was the final drawback, the sickness. Overusing the quirk, interacting with the dead via touch, manipulation or speech would cause dreaded stomach aches that left you down for hours and sometimes days. Continued exposure led to vomiting, extreme dizziness from the switch between the planes of living and dead.

So at the ripe old age of 20 you decided enough was enough and retired officially from hero work. Though you still retained your license should you need it, freelance work helped pay the bills from time to time as a contractor with the police department for special cases. Paying surprisingly well when you were contracted for mostly simple things, Who killed you? Where did you bury millions? Settling disputes of wills by speaking with the dearly departed.

"No problem Inspector Tsukauchi, I'll be in shortly." Thumbing the end button you slipped the phone into your pocket when once again the shiver ran down your spine. Peering around you found no indication of any sprit even if you had been sensing the presence for days now.

Was it a residual from a spirit no longer on this plane? Did they recently cross over or abandon this haunt?

Retreating to your bedroom to fish the costume case from the back of the closet in order to change quickly and meet the inspector at the station. Now clad head to toe in the simple dark body forming material that allowed you to phase between worlds easily you were ready to greet this new case. You placed the mask around your eyes that concealed your identity for privacy means while grabbing the keys to your modest little car.

Hopefully this case will take your mind off the possible haunting of your new home.

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Well this is the first part of this multipart fic. I was going to make it longer but I feel like this was a lot thrown into the first part. Let me know if you guys don't mind the parts being longer? Next part to come in the next day or two :) Please let me know in the comments what you think so far.

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kleem-o · 10 months

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Sleepovers: Boyfriend! Bakugou x Reader

idk i just thought of this and needed to write it lol

“Fucking hell..”

Bakugou looked at the clock on his bedside table to see the haunting red lights show that it was 3 in the fucking morning, and some dumbass keeps ringing his doorbell. He looked over you as you slept peacefully, your head on his arm, while his other arm snakes around your waist. You were only in your underwear and a big shirt of his, while he was in his gray sweatpants shirtless. He really didn’t want to get up, as you both were too comfortable now, away from the noises of the world, well except from the idiot spamming his doorbell. He kissed your cheek and let his lips stay there for a while, hoping the person would just go away. In annoyance, he got up with a huff, quietly so as to not disturb you, since surprisingly you weren’t waking up despite all the noise outside. Once outside the bedroom, Bakugou began stomping quickly to the door to see who the asshole was, only to see his friend– drunk friend smiling like a little idiot, drunk out of his mind. “What the fuck are you–” Kaminari cut him off by immediately entering his home. “Shit I got too wasted bro, can’t make it back home lemme stay here for a while..” Kaminari was going straight for the bedroom and Bakugou quickly got hold of Kaminari and settled him on the couch. “Okay! Okay fuck, just– just stay here on the couch and be quiet okay?” “Ugh I’m gonna be sick.. Is Y/N over?” “Yeah so be fucking quiet or I’ll kick your ass outside, got it!” Bakugou said through gritted teeth. He really didn’t want this day to be ruined by his pikachu friend. He entered back to his bedroom and went back to bed, body already taking form next to yours, he pulled you closer to him, your back to his chest while he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of home and a hint of cocoa butter. “Babe.? something wrong?” You stirred a bit to try and face him. “Nothing sweets, go back to sleep, just Kaminari being dead drunk and having to stay over” You giggled as Bakugou left open kisses on your nape, letting his lips stay as you both drifted off to sleep. 30 minutes later, Kaminari was still awake scrolling on his phone as he lay down on the couch, he couldn’t sleep for some reason, and the worst thing happened. His phone got disconnected to the wifi. Now he has to be brave and enter the dragon’s den, and hopefully not get kicked out, to ask for the wifi password. Great, just great, Kaminari thought. He went inside the bedroom, being as quiet as possible and saw you and Bakugou sleeping while cuddling, the blonde had to admit it was weird seeing Bakugou being all lovey dovey with you when most of the time it seems like all the veins in his head would burst from annoyance. He checked the back of the wifi router and of fucking course the pass wasn’t there, it would be too easy now would it? Kaminari doesn’t know if he lost brain cells or is just so drunk he would risk his life, but he went ahead and tried to wake Bakugou up. A tap on the shoulder was all it took. Bakugou slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dark only to almost have a heart attack seeing the figure of his pikachu friend “Pikachu, what the fuck??” Bakugou hurriedly draped the covers on your body, not wanting you to be exposed to his friend. “What’s your wifi password?” Kaminari whispered. This happened a few more times, and now even you were awake. “Shhh baby go back to sleep” Bakugou tried soothing you back to sleep, but you were already wide awake. “Babe… I’m hungry” Bakugou sighed and it was off to the kitchen you both went, but not before Bakugou made you put on some shorts. Kaminari saw Bakugou and you go to the kitchen and tagged along, you both watched as Bakugou whipped up some fried rice, scrambled eggs, and some luncheon meat. It was now 3:30 in the morning and you, Bakugou, and Kaminari sat silently in a peaceful atmosphere, eating to your heart’s content. You leaned on Bakugou’s shoulder as he said “You’re lucky Y/N’s here”

i need to get a life honestly

^^ how Kaminari, single, felt when he saw you and Bakugou

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andypantsx3 · 7 months

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DEAD RECKONING : TODOROKI TOUYA x READER

SUMMARY: A makeup artist at a haunted maze, all you want to do is make it to the end of the season with a little extra cash in your pocket and no murder convictions on your record. Scare actor Todoroki Touya makes that last part a challenge. (7.8k) CONTENT & WARNINGS: no quirks au, halloween, enemies to lovers, fem + afab reader, slight scumbag touya, haunted maze workers, smut, semi-public sex, smoking, heavy swearing, touya likes having his hair pulled + girls who are a little mean to him, sort of good girl vs bad boy vibes, 18+ minors please dni NOTES: Happy Halloween from me!! This fic is part of the Willow's Haunted House collab. Dedicated to cat-slippered and ofmermaidstories, for workshopping what eventually became this fic with me about a thousand years ago. I’m sorry I turned Bakugou into Dabi. And I’m sorry for dedicating the now Dabi fic to you. But not sorry enough to not have done it. Love you. :)

If there was one thing you hated about Halloween, it was Todoroki Touya.

Shockingly, this was not a commonly-held sentiment, which was the only reason there even was a recurrence of Todoroki Touya darkening your Halloween seasons in the first place.

For the last three years, you’d spent your fall semester working as a makeup artist at the Musutafu haunted maze alongside a slew of other college and local kids looking to make a little extra cash. The hours were fairly flexible, and the wage covered your textbooks, with a little left over to keep you in the occasional coffee between lectures.

But your wages did not nearly cover the amount of psychic damage you had been dealt, managing Todoroki Touya’s obnoxious, sarcastic, chain-smoking ass day after day for seasons on end.

On lucky days, someone else was on Touya duty. But on unlucky ones, you found him sprawling in the plastic makeup chair opposite you, those intense blue eyes tracking you with no small amount of pleasure, like he was this afternoon.

You stopped in the doorway, a curse slipping out of you. You’d been hoping that you’d get lucky today, as the day was otherwise an excellent one. You’d invited a group of friends to do the maze with you after you got off shift, and you had been looking forward to it all week.

But it figured Touya could never let you have too good of a time.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he drawled over the noise of displeasure that escaped you. He was at least already dressed in costume, so he wouldn’t go smearing his makeup as he pulled it on, a tumble of stitches and frayed edges that had once been a dark-blue duster, but now just mostly gaped open to show the hard planes of his chest.

“I’m so sure,” you told him, averting your eyes from his pecs. You sighed, resigning yourself to his presence, and made your way in, dumping your bag on the staff room couch.

“This is a very hostile work environment you’re creating,” Touya rasped, his grin sharp. Years of chain-smoking outside the maze had left his voice even lower and raspier than when you’d first met him three years ago.

“Don’t worry, it can always get more hostile,” you told him, affecting your own sweet grin as you moved over to the vanity, digging through all the makeup and prosthetics for the ones he’d need.

Touya himself was severely scarred, which was likely why he’d applied to work at the haunted maze in the first place. You’d never asked him about his scars, but you’d heard enough gossip from the other maze workers to know that they were the product of a childhood accident, involving the burning down of his father’s—the then-and-current mayor’s—house.

He’d accentuated them with a shit load of facial piercings, and was sort of off-putting to look at the first time you caught a glimpse of him. The issue was that, once your eyes made sense of what they were seeing, he was infuriatingly handsome.

You’d heard he’d initially been unleashed on the maze with no makeup or prosthetics, and within the first evening was causing line backups, with all the parties of teen girls who were taking a little too much time lingering around his section of the maze.

So now he was subjected to prosthetics to make him uglier, a fact that he seemed to absolutely relish.

You dug out the monster prosthetic pack that gave him jutting forehead ridges. “Let’s make the outside reflect the inside, shall we,” you told him as you flapped the rubbery pieces at him, smirking your own little smirk.

Touya’s answering grin was wicked, and he relaxed back in his seat, sprawling his legs out wide in that infuriating way men had. “Think my outside is too pretty then, huh?” he asked, sapphire eyes flickering over you.

Your face went hot in a weird combination of anger and embarrassment. “I try not to think of your outside,” you told him pertly, making sure to slap the forehead piece onto him hard enough to make a splat noise.

His mouth twitched again but he let you go to work, gluing the pieces down against his face, careful not to press them to the seams of any of his scars. He was tall enough even lounging in his seat that you only had to lean over a little to focus clearly on his face, all long legs and rangy muscle.

This close, he always smelled like cigarette smoke, with an undercurrent of something rich and dark, like cinnamon or chocolate. You could never put your finger on it, but you were not about to go sniffing him at any length to figure it out, even if it was annoyingly appealing.

He’d probably love that, and would absolutely never let you live it down.

Touya’s eyes tracked you closely as you worked, but otherwise his expression was still, and you thought not for the first time that it really was too bad he was so obnoxious. He was actually quite handsome, with a soft, sensuous mouth, a blade-straight nose, and vivid blue eyes that all but glowed like the embers of a crackling fire when he was provoking you.

It was a shame he wasted all his beauty being the most annoying man on earth.

You’d heard from the other maze workers that he was relatively well-known around the area, having spent his teen years doing petty criminal shit to destabilize his father’s reelection campaigns, netting himself several jail stays and a record a mile long. He’d settled somewhat since he’d gotten a job at a piercing parlor downtown and several side gigs like the maze, but people weren’t fully convinced he’d abandoned his old ways, and he still clearly relished any opportunity to discomfort and destabilize anyone who got on his bad side.

Apparently including you.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard, sweetheart,” Touya said, those cerulean eyes blinking up at you.

You realized you’d paused over him, midway through blending his prosthetic forehead in, and another annoying little smirk rode his mouth.

You took care to roll your eyes at him, gesturing at him with your brush. “I know several places I can stick this if you’re not careful.”

Touya’s smirk melted into an unholy grin. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he rasped, eyes glittering up at you.

You went back to work on him with a little more force than necessary, blending hard enough that you saw his broad shoulders shift in an effort to keep his neck braced. “I doubt any time with you could be classed as good,” you said pertly, giving a final few brushes before stepping back, satisfied with your work.

The forehead made him look unhinged as he offered another smirk, leaning forward. “True—the feedback I usually get is ‘incredible’, ‘mind-blowing’, ‘earth-shattering’, ‘toe-curling’, ‘scream-inducing’—”

“Oh I’ll scream if you keep talking,” you said hotly, even as your cheeks warmed. Even with the stupid fucking forehead he was annoyingly handsome. You needed him a thousand million miles away from you before you herniated something, jumping back and forth between annoyance and attraction.

Maybe it was time to stop signing up to work here.

“Now get out of my room, I have other people waiting,” you commanded, thankful when you heard the scuff of a boot at the door confirming another maze worker waiting.

Touya didn’t look at all chastened, but he unfolded himself from the chair in an unfurling of broad shoulders and long legs. He leaned in close as he passed, voice dipping low. “See you later, sweetheart,” he said, a smile curling his mouth.

Annoyingly, his proximity crossed a bunch of the wires in your brain, and you fumbled before managing, “Not if we’re both lucky.”

“Stop, I’ll blush,” he drawled, another unholy grin splitting his cheeks before he saluted two fingers at you and ducked out of the room. The scent of smoke and cinnamon followed him, and you let out a sigh of relief, the air and your brain clearer now that he was gone.

No sooner were you free of him, however, than another problem was immediately introduced.

“So…he actually talks to you?” The other maze worker’s head poked through the door, her eyes resting on you intently. You recognized her as a local highschooler who’d just joined this season, who usually ended up getting in early enough to get her makeup done by the other artist.

You blinked. “I…unfortunately?” you answered, confused.

She stepped into the room, and you reflexively gestured her over to the chair that Touya had just abandoned.

She hummed as she took her seat, eyeing you curiously. “Wow. How’d you get him to do that? He doesn’t really talk to any of us,” she informed you.

You could feel your eyebrows lift towards your hairline. “He…doesn’t…?”

She shook her head, her pretty golden ringlets swaying with the motion. “He’ll chainsmoke with Tomura and he sometimes talks to Himiko. But the other girls—they say he just laughs and walks away if they try to chat with him.”

Well. That sounded rude enough to be true to form, you thought. But when Touya was in your makeup chair you couldn’t get him to shut the hell up. You shifted, uncomfortable with the idea that Touya had any special soft spot for you. Maybe, like a cat, he could sense who didn’t much like him and decided to latch on out of spite.

“You might be a little young for him,” you decided, going over to the vanity and digging out the prosthetics she’d need—a witch chin and a raised gorey slash that would open along one cheekbone.

“No—it’s all the other girls too. And most of the guys,” she told you. “He must like you.”

A laugh escaped you, and you turned back to her with the prosthetics in hand, a few new brushes and a white, cakey paint palette shoved beneath your elbow.

“I don’t think he likes anyone,” you told her, setting everything down and applying the tacky glue to the underside of her chin prosthetic. “I think he just likes to inflict himself on people he knows it will annoy. You could act disinterested in talking to him and he’d probably come flitting right over.” The image of Touya suffering at the hands of a league of flirty high school girls pleased you—better they suck up his time and energy than you.

“I don’t know,” the girl said uncertainly. “Maybe he likes you.” But she was forced to leave it at that once you started applying her chin, making it difficult for her to speak.

You certainly didn’t think that was the case.

But the seeds of doubt had already been sown, a question that you thought would probably haunt your evening now that it had been formed. Just why did Touya talk to you if he was so standoffish with other people? And what did it mean that he made such a point of it?

You knew for sure it wasn’t because he liked you, his obnoxious manner said that well enough. But why did you get treatment that was significant enough that even the other maze workers would comment on it?

And, perhaps even more concerningly, why did the thought agitate you so much?

You decided to try your best not to think about it, and have a good time with your friends once they got there, putting Touya out of your mind. You returned to doing the girl’s makeup with vigor, suddenly as eager to get her out of your chair as you had been Touya.

She was finished in record time and she thanked you, carefully not to smile too widely lest she dislodge the prosthetics. You took in the next person waiting as she left, slowly working your way through the line of people as the hour drew ever closer to the maze’s evening opening time.

Eventually you finished up and collected your things, making your way out front to find your friends already waiting for you. They’d clearly dressed with the intent to go out after—something you hadn’t considered—their dresses short and slinky and their makeup smoky. You’d have liked to have joined, but you were still in the sweater and leggings you’d come straight from lectures in.

Maybe you would have time to go home and change after the maze.

You were scooped up into several hugs, breathing in the sweet scents of various perfumes, and informed that you absolutely did have to go home and get changed after so you could come out and get “Hallowasted!” too.

“Okay if I’m not busy peeing my pants, which monsters are the ones you did?” your roommate asked, dancing around to warm herself in the cool fall air. “I wanna see ‘em.”

You named several of your creations, conveniently leaving off Touya. You knew that if your friends took too close a look at him and figured out what he looked like under the cakey makeup and forehead prosthetic, they’d never leave the maze. You knew he sat somewhere around the end of the set up, in an alcove that had been decorated to look like an abandoned village with burned out cabins, a mess of bones dotting the ground at the side of the walkway.

You were also hoping you could pass unnoticed in the group of your friends, as there was no doubt in your mind that Touya would take special care to annoy you in particular. So you did not want your group to linger long enough for your friends to scope him out.

You would know it was him under the makeup you’d done yourself, but being cornered somewhere in the dark with the soundtrack of screams echoing in your ears would not exactly have you feeling your boldest.

Your group had dinner at the food trucks parked out front, chatting and laughing and waiting for the crowds to die down, each indulging in one drink for bravery before joining the line. Eventually you ended up at the front of the queue, late in the evening, your friends crowding in behind you, whispering nervously.

“You first,” your roommate hissed when you looked back at them questioningly. “You work here, you have to do the honors.”

You sighed, accepting your fate, making a mental note to subtly shift to the back of the pack as you made it further into the maze.

Then you were being greeted by Shigaraki Tomura, whose makeup you’d done last. He’d been given layers of prosthetic peeling skin and a scar at his mouth, and he was decorated with a layer of disembodied hands gripping him all over. He shredded your tickets, looking unenthused.

“Remember that inside the maze, none of the monsters can touch you,” he recited dully. “You are not permitted to touch them in return; do not hit, kick, push, bite, slap, lick, scratch, or otherwise assault the actors. Don’t tamper with the props, do not leave items behind. Be respectful of other guests and do not linger too long in the rooms. If you need to leave for any reason, every room or alcove has clearly-lit exits marked in red.”

His eyes briefly met yours as he waved you through, and you thought you saw a pale brow go up.

But then you were being shoved forward by your friends, several hands clinging to your arms and the back of your shirt, and you stepped forward into the dark of the hall.

The maze truly was a labyrinth—it started indoors in a pitch black room, with fake body bags hanging from the ceiling. Toga Himiko, a highschooler whose makeup you usually did, stalked you around the edges of the room, dressed in a torn school uniform with fangs peeking out of her widely grinning mouth, and a dripping knife clutched eagerly in her fingers.

Once you made it past her, the maze spilled outdoors, into a tangle of hedges and artificially-constructed set, steering you in twisting loops around the property.

You were pleased with how terrifying all the actors looked, even having done most of their prosthetics yourself, and found your heart racing as you took every new corner, found yourself freezing up and stumbling back whenever someone jumped out at you, suppressing a shriek.

Your friends participated with gusto, shrieking and ducking away from the monsters, holding you like a human shield between them and the maze workers. You would have been insulted if it hadn’t been so funny.

You made it through most of the maze with little trouble, passing through a haunted swamp, a graveyard with mummies twisting and screaming in their bindings, grasping for you. You stumbled past a man wielding a chainsaw and a set of clowns waving axes, making it through in record time thanks to the push of your frantic friends behind you.

It was only on the last leg of the maze that you finally ran into Touya.

You peered around the corner, recognizing the set up instantly. The burned out houses flickered with blue flame, lighting up the set in an eerie, unsettling sapphire light. The fake bones on the ground sat in piles of ash, glowing stark white in the light. You couldn’t spot Touya anywhere, and you slowly crept forward, trying to shepherd your friends in front of you.

You even almost thought you had been successful, until a rasping voice drawled behind you, “Hello sweetheart.”

And then your roommate screamed, bolting forward, knocking into you and sending you stumbling over a pile of the fake bones. You landed hard on your ass in the patchy grass, the wind punching out of you.

“Oh fuck—” you heard one of your friends say as she too was steamrolled, and you watched the group of them trip over one another in their desperation to get through the alcove, dissolving into chaos in a matter of seconds.

You quickly tried to get to your feet to follow, but a hiss forced its way through your teeth when you tried your ankle, a wave of sharp pain washing over you.

Oh fuck. Not good.

The tread of a boot in the grass next to you made you jump, and your head whipped up to catch sight of Touya crouching over you.

“You good down there?” he asked. His eyes glinted in the dark of the maze, and the blue light cast shadows over his features, twisting them in the dim. Your heartbeat picked up, even as your brain recognized him for who he was.

You cringed, embarrassed that you’d had to hurt yourself in his part of the maze specifically. It figured.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, trying to climb to your feet again. Your ankle twinged in protest, and Touya must have caught the flash of pain on your face because then his hand was under your elbow, supporting you as you rose in an unexpected show of courtesy.

Although he broke the illusion immediately when he opened his mouth again.

“Yeah you look real fine,” he said, quirking an eyebrow. With the prosthetic forehead it made him look sort of demented.

“Well I’ll be fine,” you insisted, even as those blue eyes flickered over you assessingly. His fingers tightened a little on your arm before he bent down, tapping his other hand on your leg.

“Which leg, sweetheart?” he asked. “And where?”

It took you a minute to catch up to what he was asking, confused at seeing him on his haunches before you. A scream went up in the background, some terrified maze goer, and a little shiver went down your spine.

“Uh, the left ankle,” you supplied, startling when Touya’s fingers slid underneath the cuff of your legging over the aforementioned ankle, rolling it up gently. You blinked, surprised at the careful touch.

“Can’t see too well in the dark,” he announced. “But it looks like you ripped it open on something.” He peered back up at you. “Think it’s sprained?”

You shook your head. “Probably just rolled. It hurts but not like go-to-the-hospital level,” you said. “Just give me a minute, I’ll be good.”

Touya considered you for a moment, then got to his feet, moving closer. That scent of smoke and cinnamon drifted over to you, and he bent his head to look into your face.

“Much as you’re the most terrifying thing in this maze, I don’t think people are gonna wanna see you here,” he told you, a smirk cutting into his mouth. “Would ruin the experience. So we’re gonna have to get you out of here.”

You scowled up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Well no thanks for the concern, then. “I’m going, I’m going, keep your shirt on,” you told him, preemptively gritting your teeth before readying yourself to take another step.

But before you could, one of Touya’s hands was suddenly sliding under your knees, his other slipping behind your shoulder. In the next second the burning buildings were swinging wildly in front of your eyes, and then you were being hefted up into Touya’s arms. You let out a startled yelp, your own hands shooting out to grab his jacket, giving him a wild-eyed look.

“Touya—!” you garbled out, as a smile pulled at his expression.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he told you, looking a little too smug about the situation he’d just put you in. He strode towards the exit, kicking the door open with a heavy boot, carrying you down the hall and back into the building. He was hard with wiry muscle underneath you, and so deliciously warm against you. Your ears went hot with every sure, easy step he took, like carrying you was little effort for him.

Thankfully it was barely a minute before you reached the staff room, where Touya laid you out gently on the couch, much more carefully than you might have expected from him.

Your cheeks and your nose burned, flaming even hotter when he squatted down in front of you and took your ankle in his hand again.

His dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he took note of your injury. In the light you could definitely see that you’d caught your ankle bone on one of the fake bones you’d tripped over, as there was a long gash up the side of it, but nothing else looked bruised or otherwise concerning. You thought you’d probably be fine in a couple hours, just a roll.

It was definitely nothing Touya had needed to princess carry you through the staff halls for!

“Don’t move,” Touya told you, and you watched, bewildered, as he stepped away, stalking over to the other side of the room where the staff lockers were. He dug out a shabby backpack, pulling something out of it, and then returned to your side, spreading out his haul on the couch next to you.

You noted a little tube of rubbing alcohol, an antiseptic cream and a bandage, as well as an ice pack. One of your eyebrows went up.

“You rob a hospital or something?” you asked reflexively, heart fluttering a little bit weirdly when Touya’s eyes flickered back up to yours. His eyelashes were long and thick, startlingly pretty.

“Nah,” he said, his gaze cutting suddenly away from yours. “Usually keep shit on hand for my burns.”

Your stomach flipped, and you realized how rude your question had been. Embarrassment welled up in a hard lump in your throat. Well shit. “Oh—fuck. Of course. I’m sorry, Touya.”

A pinch to your leg had you yelping, and his handsome face was serious when he stared back up at you, his eyes practically glowing with intensity. “I don’t need your sympathy.”

You rolled your eyes, rubbing the skin he’d pinched absentmindedly. “It wasn’t sympathy, asshole,” you said. “It was an apology for being thoughtless. Although if that’s how you’re gonna be then I take it back, geez. As if you need sympathy when every girl in this maze—” you froze, clamping your mouth shut when you realized what you’d been about to say. “Uhhhh.”

Touya’s eyes slowly slid down your face, flickering over you as another fucking obnoxious smirk started to twitch at the side of his mouth. “When every girl in this maze what?” he asked, pleasure turning his tone a little silky.

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to grab the rubbing alcohol off of the couch so you didn’t have to look at him. “When every girl in this maze would like for you to shut up and stop asking questions,” you said, unscrewing the top with a deliberate focus.

Calloused fingers came up to yank the tube out of your grip, however, and Touya leaned in, his grin sharp and white.

“Lemme do it, sweetheart. Return the favor for my prosthetic,” he said. You winced, remembering how forcefully you’d applied his forehead earlier. As you braced yourself, however, his fingers brushed gently over your skin.

You suppressed a shiver at the feeling of him wiping off the blood with the rubbing alcohol, then going over it with the antibiotic cream, smearing it delicately, your nose going hot again. He took his time, careful to cover every inch, kneeling on the ground in front of you with your ankle clutched in one large hand. His duster fanned out behind him, dragging on the ground as he bent over you, but he didn’t seem to care, too absorbed in his task.

When he was done he carefully applied the bandage too, and you looked on, mystified, as he cracked the ice pack with long, strangely elegant fingers, and pressed it over your ankle bone as well.

His eyes flicked back to yours when you let out a short hiss, feeling the zing of the ice all the way in your teeth. Some of his expression looked squashed, given the obstruction of his prosthetic, but you thought he looked maybe just a little bit concerned, before he realized you were just being a baby. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to rip off his prosthetic so you could see his expression in full, and had to pin your arm to your side to stop yourself.

“This was—unexpected,” you admitted, watching him closely. “You’re…a surprisingly good nurse, Touya. Thank you.”

His answering smile was nothing short of wicked. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

You fumbled with the antiseptic and sniffed pointedly, just to have something to complain about. “Well. Your bedside manner could use some work.”

Touya leaned in, his smile suddenly going dark. “Oh, angel, now that’s not what I’ve been told—”

Your palm shot out to cover his mouth, horror overriding your normal brain function. Touya just laughed into the skin of your hand, however, shockingly boyish and sweet-sounding.

You pressed harder, hissing at him to shut the hell up, until you registered the feeling of dry, raised skin under your fingers. You jumped, realizing you were pressing down on his scars.

“Shit, did I hurt you—?” you asked, yanking your hand back, only for Touya to catch your wrist. He blinked, looking surprised that he had.

“No it’s—you didn’t—” he said. His fingers shifted over yours and his eyes darted over your hand in something like shock. “They get dry and pull but they don’t—it wasn’t that.” He sounded annoyed, but not that you’d touched him. That you’d pulled away from touching him.

Somehow, that settled you. Before you understood what exactly was possessing you, you reached back in, satisfied when Touya let you. The pads of your fingers met the edge of a scar again, feeling along the seam. You carefully traced over it the way Touya’s had just traced the cut on your ankle.

Touya’s eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a slow breath. “You don’t need to touch ‘em, sweetheart,” he said finally.

He said it as lightly as he’d said all his earlier nonsense, but he’d been giving you shit for long enough that you recognized there was something deliberate about the ease of his tone this time. This wasn’t his usual, natural timbre.

“Does it bother you?” you asked.

It seemed to take him a minute to decide.

“...No,” he answered, those cerulean eyes catching on yours again. You felt like you could feel your heartbeat in your own fingers, and your skin prickled with something—annoyingly not annoyance.

“Well then shut up,” you told him. “Or I’ll pinch you right on the seam.”

Touya laughed, a slow rolling sound. “Promises promises,” he said, but he seemed more relaxed.

You felt along the contours of his face, mystified by what the hell you thought you were even doing, until you reached the edge of the prosthetic you’d applied. It only took a second for you to give in to the impulse you’d had earlier and start peeling it from his skin, slow and deliberate.

You reached down and helped yourself to the rubbing alcohol, applying it around the prosthetic, letting it dissolve the adhesive before pulling gently. Shockingly, Touya let you do it. He just sat there, watching you with an intensity you’d never experienced before, hardly blinking.

You kept careful track of the prosthetic, unable to look him in the eye, focusing on rubbing off the makeup you’d used to blend it in for good measure. You tried not to examine the weirdly satisfied feeling that settled in your stomach when his natural face was visible to you again.

It was probably just his looks. He really was so handsome for such a grating personality.

You set the prosthetic aside, lost on where to go from here. Touya probably thought you were so fucking weird for just like, rubbing his face like he was some kind of cat. He certainly looked like he had no idea what to do now, which was such a departure from his usually snotty self-assurance that it threw you for an even bigger loop.

“Always thought you’d be a little rougher with me, sweetheart,” Touya finally managed, flashing you a smirk. It looked a little smaller than usual though, like he was drawing it up like a shield, but your hackles raised instantly, like always.

You always, always responded to him.

“Trust me, that can be arranged,” you promised darkly, trying to crack your knuckles. Only one of them crackled obligingly, however, and Touya blinked, before laughing again.

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning in closer. Cigarette smoke and cinnamon clouded your senses, fogging up your brain. “Gonna fuck me up nice and good, sweetheart?”

You dredged around for something snarky to say, but words were suddenly failing you as those infuriatingly pretty features drew closer. Seriously could a makeup artist not catch a break around here?

“Uhhh,” was all you managed, your brain bluescreening, as Touya huffed a laugh, exhaling over your mouth.

“Shut up,” you finally spat out, catching a fistful of that black hair. Touya groaned, however, looking like he liked that of all things, and a red hot flash of something jolted through you.

There was a pause, then, a tiny sliver of a moment where it seemed like one of you might pull back—move away and snipe at one another from a safer distance.

Things somehow seemed to be spiraling out of control, in a way you hadn’t expected, after just one kind gesture from him. You didn’t really understand how you’d suddenly found yourself with him leaning over you, your hand pulling at his hair, but if you had any good sense you’d have pulled away immediately and told him something extra mean, just for good measure.

Except then Touya opened his mouth and escalated things, as usual.

“Make me,” he said, the most absolutely heinous line of all time. You yanked his hair harder, deeply disgusted that he’d try that on you.

And then, like a thread had snapped, you leaned forward and crushed your mouth to his.

Touya reacted like a lightning strike. He surged up over you, weighing you down into the staff room couch. He tasted like spearmint muddled under bitter smoke, and he was broader than he looked under that duster, heavy with lean muscle. You could feel every kilo of it press you down into the cushions as Touya licked hot and filthy into your mouth.

His tongue curled around yours, wet and teasing, and he exhaled on a groan like he’d never tasted anything better. It sent little sparks of electricity jittering up your spine, especially as he shifted between your thighs, that trim waist slotting between them perfectly.

“Fuck, angel,” he said, his tone somewhere between sweet and nasty. “Wanted me this whole time, huh?”

You yanked harder on his hair, telling him to shut up, but the swelling of something hard against your thigh told you he only liked that more. “You are so nasty,” you told him, and you could feel his mouth curl into a wicked grin against the side of your face, before he leaned in and bit the shell of your ear, grinding the evidence of his interest even harder into your thigh.

“I can show you nasty, sweetheart,” he promised, his tone going silky-soft again. A calloused hand slid up into your shirt brazenly, long fingers teasing the underside of your bra. When you didn’t immediately try to yank him out of there he wiggled in further, until his fingers met your nipples, and he got even harder against your leg.

He pinched carefully, moving back to kiss you again so that the sound that escaped you was muffled into his mouth. He kissed you harder as your nipples tightened, pebbling in his fingers, something far too satisfied filling the air around you. His hips canted up, grinding himself into you again, this time a little closer to your core.

Your own hips shifted, moving to increase the friction, trying to shift him closer to your center. His fingers and tongue teased you, each flick of his tongue mirroring the caress of a finger, the soft pinch of his index and thumb.

You couldn’t have controlled yourself if you wanted, too focused on the sensations he was drawing from you, the desperate need to get closer to him though you were already pressed together from mouth to shin. You realized you’d been pulling at his coat when he finally withdrew from your shirt and let you yank it down his arms, exposing a patchwork of scars over dense, mouth-wateringly well-defined muscle.

You inhaled sharply, and Touya paused for a minute—until he seemed to realize that you were fixated on the shape of his arm, rather than the purple bruise of scar tissue. The quickening of his grin in the corner of your vision told you that you’d pleased him.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice obnoxiously sweet. “Want to see the rest of me, angel?”

You ripped your eyes off of his arm to glare at him, which only made his grin wider. The fluorescent lights behind him limned his hair in a pale light, blinding you when he moved his head—and all of a sudden you recalled where you were and what you were doing.

“Here? No! Touya, anyone could walk in!” you said, trying to scramble out from beneath him.

Touya caught you around the thigh, hauling you back underneath him. You noticed he was careful to angle your leg up so you didn’t catch your ankle against the arm of the couch.

“This is far from the worst thing I’ve done in a public place,” he said, laying himself back out over you.

You pushed at his shoulder though, casting a worried glance back at the door. “I am not trying to get fired,” you hissed, even as you shivered with the delicious heat of him over you.

Touya sighed through his nose, and then heaved himself off the couch. You watched him seize the plastic makeup chair and haul it over to the door, stuffing it under the knob at an angle so that it held the lock in place. Then he turned around and prowled right back to you with predatory intent. Your stomach fluttered.

“Better, angel?” he asked, tone soft.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of nodding, but he seemed to know what you wanted anyway, leaning back in to kiss you fiercely.

You melted into the feeling of his mouth over yours, kissing him back just as passionately. You hated how good he was at that, hated how pretty he was under all those scars and piercings, hated how his obnoxious personality wasn’t even a factor in what you wanted to do with him right now.

Touya groaned again when you pulled at a fistful of his dark hair, and then you were dragging him down to the couch and climbing into his lap. Touya seized your left leg as you did, pointedly guiding your ankle away from the edge of the seat, and it only inflamed your desire for him.

“Like you a whole lot better like this,” he said into your mouth, as calloused fingers slid into your leggings.

Your reply was cut off by a moan as he traced his index finger lightly over the center of your panties, before pressing down firmly over your clit. A thousand little points of electricity lit up under your skin, and you shifted into his hand unthinkingly.

A smile formed against your lips, and it was only Touya’s hand making its way into your panties that suppressed the annoyed buzz that started in the back of your brain.

“You kick up such a fuss, sweetheart, but look at what you really think of me,” Touya purred as his fingers slid up into your incriminatingly wet folds. “All this for me, angel?”

You wanted to bite him for his cheek but you feared breaking the skin of his scars, so you settled for giving him a pointed look. He just laughed, his smile smug.

“I’ll show you what I’ve really thought of you too, sweetheart,” he promised, taking hold of your leg again to slide your leggings and panties down. He settled you back over the hard line in his pants, grabbing your hips and pulling you firmly down over it, grinning.

“Love when you’re a spitfire little fucking brat. I’ve imagined taking you right over the vanity every single day for the last three years, sweetheart. Taking you against the lockers and then right here over the couch. Fucking you so hard that you scream and everyone comes running in to see you squirming and crying and begging on my cock, and you want it so much that you don’t even care—”

He laughed when he felt you clench up in his lap, working to unbuckle his belt and free himself, immediately angling you over him. “You want that too, sweetheart? Want to see if I can make you scream so loud that people come to see what’s wrong?”

“My god you never shut up,” you told him, pointedly avoiding the question. In lieu of an answer, you shifted, guiding him to your center and sinking down onto him instead. You watched with satisfaction as he threw his head back and hissed at the feeling of you slipping down around him.

“Fffffffffffuck,” he said to the ceiling, a hand tightening in your sweater. You had to agree, gritting your teeth with the delicious slide of him inside of you, hot and thick and full and perfect. You leaned in, putting your mouth over the scar tissue on his neck, smirking when he exhaled shakily again.

“I think,” Touya huffed. “I should have put you over my lap three fucking years ago.”

You thought back to your first glimpse of him, flicking ash at you as he chainsmoked outside the maze entrance, and thought you would have probably gouged his eyes out if he had tried. Honestly he’d barely scraped together enough good will with his little ankle treatment as it was.

But maybe this is what that girl had been talking about, when she said Touya didn’t talk to anyone besides you. Had he really been more into you than he’d let on, these three years? Is that why he’d been at your throat this entire time?

The thought was lost when Touya’s hips lifted into yours, grinding himself into you just right, and your head fell back with a shivery moan. Touya’s mouth found the skin of your throat and sucked as he bucked up into you, picking up into a faster pace. You rocked back and forth over his lap, guided by Touya’s grip on your hips, relishing in the feel of him inside of you.

His fingers slid back down, brushing over your clit, and you bit down a yelp as he dragged his thumb over it firmly.

“That’s it,” he said, biting down softly on your neck. “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”

You pressed a hand over your mouth instead as he slid in and out of you, those clever fingers working you deftly. He pinched softly, then swirled the pad of his thumb firmly over your clit again, groaning and pounding up into you. “I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Always want to hear your mean little mouth.”

“Touya—shut up—” you panted as he moved you how he wanted, played you like an instrument. Between his fingers and the hard press of him inside you, you felt like you couldn’t escape the pleasure, the feeling mounting within you. No matter how you moved your hips, his fingers were there to meet you, rubbing maddening circles, teasing you mercilessly, and he filled you so good that it felt like he was pressing against that spot from the inside too.

You writhed with the feel of him, as he steadily covered your neck and shoulders with marks of his attention. You couldn’t help but moan, much much louder than you would have liked, and Touya leaned back to look at you again, looking pleased.

“That’s it, yeah,” he said, another grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Louder for me, sweetheart. Want you to come for me.”

You huffed, unable to do anything but squirm in his lap, chasing the feeling closer, ever closer to the edge. You weren’t going to let his infuriating attitude ruin this for you, not when you were so close—

Without input from your brain, your hand reached out to grab a fistful of Touya’s hair again and his hips stuttered, slamming up into you with more force than he had previously. He looked a little shocked, and then a little dazed, and the grip he had on the side of your hip tightened almost to the point of bruising as he forced you down onto him harder, gasping.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart—fuck yes,” he rasped.

His fingers rubbed you harder, and his hips slapped up into you frantically. The uptick in intensity had your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, and you bit your palm to keep the sounds in.

Touya ground into you with a renewed fervor, and it was only another matter of seconds before something inside of you was being wrenched loose. You lost the grip on your control, every nerve ending in your body lighting up and coming alive, singing with pleasure. You seized up, crying, “Oh my god, Touya!” and then you were cumming hard, harder than you ever had, Touya’s talented fingers still working you, his cock still fucking you mercilessly.

Touya swore, spitting out your name like a curse, and then again in almost reverent tones, before he too was following you right off the edge. He slammed you down on him once, twice, and then he was cumming too—shivering against you as he held you tight against him.

The silence of the room around you was ringing, once you managed to return to yourself. Touya was a long, hot, hard wall of muscle between your thighs, his hair mussed and a patch of makeup you’d missed smearing into the hair at his temple. His cheeks were flush with effort over the seam of his scars, and he looked, irritatingly, even more beautiful than he usually did.

Like he could sense what you were thinking, the corner of his mouth rose as those cerulean eyes searched over you, blinking like a pleased cat.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I knew I liked you mean,” he said, his raspy tone rougher than normal.

“And I don’t like you at all,” you sniffed, though you knew the protest was pointless when he was quite literally softening inside of you. You let go of his hair, remembering yourself.

“Aww angel don’t be like that,” he drawled, his grin widening. He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss over your mouth. “I can make it up to you—all three years, if you’ll let me.”

You knew he felt your involuntary shiver, pressed up against you like he was. And that was definitely answer enough for him, as his smile went more handsome and boyish than you’d ever seen it. You hated that you liked it.

“I’ll clean up and clock out,” Touya told you, gingerly helping you off of him and back into your leggings, his eyes fixating a little too closely on your legs as you did so. “You tell your friends you’re gonna go home and rest that ankle. And I’ll pick you up out front, angel.”

You flushed, embarrassed that you’d completely forgotten that you were at work, and you’d intended to go out bar hopping after. But you figured you could be forgiven just this one time.

“Fine,” you said, though your insides were feeling a little fluttery at the thought of leaving with Touya. “But I expect penitence or there’s going to be a reckoning.” You supposed you were owed, for all these years of suffering.

Touya looked down at you from under his lashes, dark and beautiful and still as infuriating as ever. “I’ll give you my best, sweetheart. Over and over until you can’t even walk,” he promised, “Gotta keep you off that ankle, after all.”

You flushed again, yanking your sweater down over your leggings, and fled out the door. Touya’s laughter floated after you, sounding pleased.

You sped up your pace, your ears burning.

And if you were actually rushing not to get away from him, but to return to him sooner? Well, then, nobody needed to know that but you.

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