#cat bakugou x reader

[dynamitedemonlord999]

Furry-butt Situation pt3.5

( I write really long chapters now that I think of it XD. Also.. ‼️WARNING ‼️Mentions touching balls (so… 16-18+?), but not in the dirty way. As a pet owner you learn you have to clean all parts of an animal… so that’s what I mean. *cough* ANYWAY LETS GET BACK TO THE DAMN STORY-)

Getting up you walked to the bathroom and made sure you had everything ready. You placed another towel on the toilet lid and put your hair products down onto the floor of your stand in shower. Luckily there was a tiny tub for the cutie and a detachable shower head that you could also use. You also had a spare cup which you could use to pour it onto the cat’s fur. Getting up you walked back to your bed and saw the cat trying to go back to sleep. “Sorry cutie, I’ve got to give you a bath. But then you can sleep and you’ll feel much better.” The cat seemingly ignored you, until you picked it up. Suddenly it was growling and hissing and clicking its tongue at you. “Oh I know baby I’m sorry. Just real quick then you can go back to sleep.” The furball continued to protest in its angry grows and huffs. Sitting it down in your tub you closed the door and brought the shower head down. You carefully put the shower head down on the tub’s floor and turned the wager to warm. The whole time your little friend was a now non stop talking radio box, yet you kept a hand reassuringly on it’s back “It’s ok I promise you’ll be ok baby.” You kept reassuring it, finally you brought the shower head up a little and slowly moved it up the cat’s fluffy tail. “See? It won’t hurt you.” The power of the water was very low so it wouldn’t harm or scare the already slightly hurt cat. The cat huffed and proceeded to growl and yowl louder at you. It got up and to your surprise walked straight into the water and twirled around. Before plopping down on its bum and rubbing its head with its paw. Your jaw nearly hit the floor in shock by the cat’s intelligence, feeling your eyes as it cleaned itself the cat’s eyes snapped to you as it let out a growl, shooing you away with its paw. “Awww you’re such a smart one aren’t ya cutie?” The cat’s head snapped at you before it huffed at you once more, it’s tail swinging side to side angrily. “Sorry sorry- I won’t look just/ I’ve got to help you bathe. The cat walked away from you in priests as you grabbed your shampoo. “I know I know but I’ve got to clean you or else any other would you may have will get infected. Ya a simple rinse off isn’t enough o clean ya!” You turned your attention back to the lowered into a crouch cat as it glared at you with venom in its eyes. “Come here you.” You gently pulled the cat towards you as ou then rubbed the shampoo onto its now wet fur. The cat continued to growl at you however it soon stopped as your rubbed and massaged the soap into its fur, cleansing it of the dirtiness of the city. You grinned at it “See? Not so bad to get some help-“ “HISSSS” the cat spat at you before continuing to growl and murmur curse words in its own language at you. Making it hard to keep in a laugh. As you picked out the cat and rubbed down its lower tummy you felt all it’s hardened muscles, explaining why it was a little heavier rhan most cats. “Wow you’re so strong.” You complimented, earning a scoff from the animal. But as your hand moved down to clean the cat your fingers touched something. You blinked and as you looked down you saw a pair of fuzzy balls. “Awww you’re a boy!” You giggled as you cleaned him quickly, not wanting to stimulate anything or have the cat uncomfortable. Yet.. you didn’t notice how wide the cat’s eyes had gotten as you cleaned his private parts as he had completely shut up and didn’t speak or make another peep the rest of the bath.

Finally you picked him up and placed him into a towel, making the cat’s head snap out of its shocked daze a it began to talk to you again. It continued as annoyed grunts and meows. You simply held the small ball of wet tener fur as you rubbed him dry. “Hold on almost done. I just need to dry you further.” You put your hand into its towel and released your quirk. Making a hot wind blow in the now puffed up towel as I you heard some surprised grunts and felt e cat walk into you. You simply held it as you moved the air through the cat’s fur. With how the cat went quiet once more you knew he likes it. The towel fell from his head and you giggled quietly as the cat lived his head from side to side as the wind blew in its face. Finally as soon as he was done you opened up the door and watched as he kept from your lap and quickly with the tapping of his paws made his way to your bed. You smiled brightly as he trotted away with his tail high, “Aww” you cooed as he then proceeded to jumped onto your bed.

Curling up on his now usual spot, on your pillows but bed, he plopped down and laid his head down. You didn’t blame him, all the studying made you want to go to bed early, even if it was barely 8. Getting up you closed your curtains and blinds and went on with your usual bedtime routine. However when you changed with your back turned to the cat, you didn’t see it’s widened eyes staring at your beautiful body (idgaf what you say y’all are beautiful in your own and unique ways so don’t be hard on yourself about something that doesn’t matter like your looks). Finally you were wearing your f/c-ed pj’s and was ready to go to bed. Walking over you laughed softly to yourself “Kitty, you’ve got to move you can’t sleep in the middle.” The bed was too small but the cat simply gave you an annoyed look and growled at you, his large, fluffy, tail swaying. Rolling your eyes you scoffed as you picked up the furball. The cat erupted in a bunch of grunts and growls. However he quieted before hugging and hissing at you when you placed him on one of your big, soft, or fluffy pillows (or even a squishmallow) . Moving around to get situated he turned his front to your room to face you as e glared at you as you took ‘his spot’ from him. “Thanks for earning it up for me.” You teased. earning another grow from the cat’s throat. Goodnight kitty, sweet dreams.” You said as you closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you made a new friend.

That’s is- until you felt something whack you in the face a few times. “Hey!” You giggled as you lived his fluffy tail away, after a while he did stop hitting you with it. But you could swear from the slivers of light from the moon which keeps in the cat simply smiled as he continued to hit you with his tail which did no harm but did annoy you after some time.

#MHA fanfic #Cat Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Cat Bakugou x reader

[theloveinc]

Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.

No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.

But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.

And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.

He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.

Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.

Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.

#bakugo #bakugou x reader #I wrote something similar to this before but I didn’t actually write the #toddy s*cking #but I also can’t really remember what I said #and also this isn’t very descriptive #so 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ #anyway it just makes me laugh to think of this big honking beast of a man to be staring at u all dumbfounded/concentrated #when ur nursing his kid #I wish there were emojis to describe the face I’m imagining 😐😲😠 combined #but he’s just so… intriqued #even if he knew that’s how it worked it’s like #that’s my wife……… my baby mama…… #😳 #esp cuz he’s always hunting he’s upset he can’t do more to help feed babba except keep u company #he’s so used to doing more #stick him with loin cloth duty LMDAOOOO KIDDING #anyway ugh have a brand new phone charger that keeps doing the unpluggy thing #might need to get that fixed #also my cat just took a fat sh*t and I can smell it #LOL I’m so tired #hope this was … tolerable!!! #caitie post #tw:lactation #fem reader #kids tw

[10liver]

Bakugou x reader, but the reader has a sphinx cat and Bakugou has no idea what to think of it.

Cw; light fluff, character POV, GN Reader, cats

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He swore it was the ugliest thing on the fucking planet. The way its naked skin was so.. so.. skin-like. The way its tail looked so freakishly long yet short. The way it'd have a full-on stare off with him whenever he'd come to your house to visit you.

He hated it with his whole being.

Fast forward about 2 years later, he now has to help clean up the damn cat's butt puckers. Yeah, you heard him right. Butt puckers. All because he accidentally lashed out on someone for swiping their thumb against your waist. Accidentally.

He had never been so disgusted. He would physically recoil whenever the damn cat would sit up and make a small suction noise. He didn't even know cats could make those noises with their ass.

God, why'd you have to be the prettiest person he'd ever seen with the freakiest cat to roam the earth.

"Baby, can you go and bathe the cat?"

Oh, GOD. He was literally gonna melt his own face off. He had never actually touched the cat other than when you forced him to pet the cat, which he never really truly did besides swiping the top of its head with his pinky finger.

There were so many steps to bathing this cat. Why? Because it has no fur! Of course it doesn't. He couldn't help the long exasperated groan that left his lips as he read over the steps for the umpteenth time.

Might as well get it over with.

To be fully honest. The cat was kinda chill, unlike Todoroki's new cat. His cat was a killer. He knew it.

But this cat was okay. He guesses.

But when he told you this, all you could do was laugh at him. He didn't know what was so funny. Which is why he felt heat immediately rush to the tip of his ears out of pure embarassment. And maybe a little 'cause your laugh was fucking heavenly.

But mainly because he was embarrassed. (He's in love)

Okay, okay, you got him. MAYBE, just maybe it was.. not cute at all, but the way it acted was cute. He guesses. The way it began licking his fingers for attention, which he semi-reluctantly gave. The way it'd.. yeah, he doesn't really know.

But yknow what? If you were gonna be the one he was gonna marry—which is obviously happening because he is never letting you go—he has to get used to your damn cat one way or another.

"You're lucky I fuckin' love your parent with my whole heart."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #bakugou x reader #mha #fluff #sphinx cat #naked cat #character pov #soft bakugou #bakugou katsuki #gn reader #established relationship

[olichat-reads]

Mrow | Part Five (finale)

Bakugou x roomate!reader

Summary: back human?? fucking finally??

A/n: WE'RE HERE. THIS IS LAST CHAPTER I PROMISE OH MY GOD. i'm NEVER writing quirks again is what i wanna say because GODDAMN if figuring this shit out wasn't ridiculously hard. i feel more nervous posting this last chapter than all the others combined. hopefully the ending lives up to all the love you guys have given!

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Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath-

In..

And out...

-before reopening them.

Yeah, no. Still naked as the day you were born.

"CLOTHES," you screeched in a panic. Scrambling frantically, you grabbed the first thing you could in your proximity, holding onto the tattered cloth to your naked body for dear life, desperate to maintain some semblance of modesty. "BAKUGOU HELP HELP HELP-"

"WHAT THE FUC-" You didn't even have to see him to know he was gaping at you in shock. At the corner of your eye, you caught the villains charging up their attacks, taking aim while both your heads were spinning from the situation at head.

"BAKUGOU HOWITZER IMPACT-POWER SHIELD COMBO!" You yelled, one hand still holding up the too small cloth like a lifeline over your naked self, you steadied your other hand, timing your quirk with Bakugou's.

Bakugou didn't hesitate, having paired up with you enough to go through the motions of your combo moves like its instinct.

One blast from your roomate sent the villains flying back from its impact. The kickback had the air around you whipping, making you squeak as the wind tried to rip the cloth from your death grip while you activated your quirk, creating a power shield to buy you some time to-

"Sunshine?!??" Wow he wasn't even going to pretend to yell at you for telling him what to do. He must really be distracted.

You barely chanced a glance at Bakugou, doing your best to concentrate on keeping your forcefield up. You caught your roomate all but whip his head around to stare at you, eyes almost bugging out of his head as though he couldn't believe the sight before him.

"BAKUGOU MY BIDDIES ARE ACTUALLY OUT RIGHT NOW. WE CAN TALK LA-"

"WH- HAH???? SUNSHINE?????" He all but wheezed out. You wanted to to tell him to save his breath with all the panting he was putting his lungs through but both of you had other priorities.

"BAKUGOU PLEASE," you cried out exasperately. "CLOTHES FIRST. THEN YOU CAN INTERGORATE ME AS IF I ATE THE LAST PUDDING IN THE FRIDGE-"

A beat of silence.

"BITCH I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" The blonde yelled back, recovering quickly, huffing in exertion while he scrambled to get something to cover you up while you kept up your forcefield.

"BOY I'M THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO LIVES WITH YOU OF COURSE IT WAS ME-"

"I BLASTED SPARKY OF OFF THE ROOF FOR THAT!" He screeched back, chucking the soft material into your face with enough force to make you stumble a bit, your power shield wavering slightly.

"YOU DID WHAT."

"YOU TOLD ME HE TOOK MY FUCKING PUDDING!!"

"I DID NO SUCH THING. I JUST VERY STRONGLY IMPLIED THAT IT MIGHT BE SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES ME-"

"BITCH IT WAS SO CLEARLY YOU THOUGH-"

"OBVIOUSLY, YOU DUMBASS. I DIDN'T THINK I WAS SO CONVINCING YOU'D THROW DENKI OF OFF A FUCKING ROOF-"

"DON'T DUMBASS ME, DUMBASS!"

You almost deactivated your quirk in favour of a facepalm. You return to human after two weeks of being a cat & the first thing you do is get into a screaming match with your roomate about fucking pudding of all things.

"Okay, SHUT. Take over & cover me for 10 seconds while I get decent & I'll charge you up."

"You get 8 & you're buying me pudding," he bargained with a smirk. The audacity of this man.

"Are you serio- you know what. Fine. Fine!"

With that you leaped out of the way, letting Bakugou cover you. Quickly tugging over the baggy shirt & sweatpants abandoning the tattered cloth.

"Oh my god. Did you actually manage to find your own merch for me to wear right now?" You couldn't help but snort as you held up an oversized black shirt with Ground Zero's signature orange X on the front.

"Fuck off. They were the closest things I could get my hands on. Call it coincidence."

"Doubt."

"Sunshine."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you rushed over to position yourself behind the burly hero.

"Alright, alright. One power up coming up," you gave him the heads up. You brpught up your hands to rest on Bakugou's shoulder blades, ignoring the toned muscle beneath your palms as you focused on directing energy to his arms.

"Thats more like it," Bakugou smirked, feeling the heat return to his palms.

"Alright, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Better live up to that ridiculously convoluted name of yours."

"Its Ground Zero now & you know it, gaslighting brat."

"Aw but I liked the tongue twister better, you menace to society." Rolling your eyes as you thought back to all the times he used to insist everyone get that absurd hero name right. The entire thing. No shortcuts.

You caught the smirk your partner threw you, paired with that classic murderous glint in his ruby red eyes when he was about to go berserk. Wew, you almost felt bad for the villains who were going to face his wrath as you watched his grin turn predatory.

Then you remembered they had no qualms in hurting furbabies to get their way.

Yeah, no.

"Fuck them up, roomie," you smirked at the thought of serving these villains what they deserve, smiling at the huff of a deadly laugh the explosion hero breathed out.

"Lets give them hell, Sunshine."

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"That will be 6.99," the cashier said robotically, his eyes wide & owlish. You didn't blame him though- you & Bakugou were quite the sight. The two of you were intensely ragged & disheveled from your little villain encounter, though fortunately, neither of you were severely injured- just a couple of light cuts & bruises that would be a bitch to wake up to tomorrow morning.

"Take your fucking pudding," you all but growl at the blonde smirking over your shoulder. Bakugou swiped his pudding of off the counter gleefully, one large hand going to ruffle your head. You pretend to threaten him with a bite, snapping your teeth at the offending hand, making him laugh at your expense.

"Thanks, Sunny."

"Its Sunshine to you," you huffed, stepping out of the store, Bakugou close to your side.

"You've been Sunny for the past 2 weeks. I think its too late for that at this point."

Stopping in your tracks abruptly, you turned to face the blonde, your narrowed eyes meeting amused red ones to pout up at him.

Smug bastard.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped into his personal space, making his shit-eating grin falter slightly, confusion falling over his face. That got a satisfied huff out of you, masking your nerves before you launched forward pouncing onto your roomate & wrapping your arms around his waist. The contact made Bakugou freeze, his entire body tensing up in your hold.

"..whats this for?"

Fuck. Your face felt hot. You didn't let yourself back away though. Instead, you hid yourself away into his chest.

"Nah. I kinda promised myself I'd hug you as thanks when I'm back human. For, well, looking out for me & shit," you mumbled into what was left of his hoodie, nuzzling into the soft fabric. You continued when Bakugou didn't say anything.

"Its weird. I didn't even go anywhere, but I missed you. I guess."

It took a moment, but you soon felt hesitant hands come around your body to return your hug, the reciprocation making you melt into Bakugou's careful hold as he rested his chin on your head.

"I should've known," he started lowly, making your brows furrow at the tone of his voice- something you could only describe as regret. "Even if you looked different, you were still you. From the way you sass me to the way you hiss at me in the mornings. Even- even the way you pretend to bite me after I mess with your head. It was all you. And. I should've seen it," he swallowed.

You pulled back to look at those downcasted red eyes you've grown to love so much, especially after having the oppurtinity to stare into them as much as you wanted with your excuse of being a cat. Slipping your hands into his, you squeezed lightly to make him meet your gaze.

"Bakugou. I was a cat."

"Yeah, but-"

You rolled your eyes fondly at this dumb blonde, not bothering to listen how he should've known, how he didn't do enough.

Instead, you clasped a hand over his mouth to shut him up before he could get even more agitated with himself, leaning forward to lightly press your lips to your own hand, right where his lips would've been without you covering it, letting your eyes flutter shut. Just for a moment.

Pulling away, you looked up at your roomate with a fond smile, not even caring that you had hearts in your eyes from how much adoration you had for him.

God, you were down bad for this man.

You watched Bakugou blinked at you blankly, seemingly frozen in shock as you pulled your hand away from his face, leaving his mouth gaping in surprise.

Heh. You smirked, satisfied at your roomate's flushed face & reddened ears-

Your roomate that your brain has helpfully supplied as so fucking hot the moment you laid eyes on him all those years back in UA.

Your roomate that you had to pretend you weren't completely fangirling over when you two moved in together & eventually started working together on missions, preening at every subtle praise & approval of your idol.

Your roomate that you have grown to recognize as more than just an amazing hero you look up to but also as a friend you adore as his own person- angy pomeranian, mom friend tendecies & all.

Your roomate that you've managed to befriend as more than an ex classmate to someone you trust no just with your life on the field but also with your most vulnerable self, stripped off of your hero status when you're home stress eating cookie dough ice cream at 2 am like the gremlin you are.

Your roomate that you have promptly fallen in love with after he danced with you on the roof that one cold night when he found you up there alone, swaying to a melody lost in the wind- yet vowed to not pursue.

Your roomate that your heart grew fonder for after having seen his soft side during which he cared for you as Sunny- when he sat by you with his gentle fingers in your fur on days you were lost on ways to break the quirk, seemingly atuned to your down days, even while you were cat. All the while working his ass off to find your human self.

Your roomate that is now currently malfunctioning from your actions as you turned around & continued your walk home cooly, proud to have been able to fluster the man who has had a hold on your heart for so long now & blatantly ignoring your own burning face as if your heart wasn't about to keel over from giddiness.

"What- what the fuck was that? I-if you're going to kiss me do it right dammit! Coward! Pussy!" You heard your roomate sputter after you as he jogged ahead to fall back in pace with you, roughly grabbing your hand.

You snorted at his choice of words, readjusting his hold on you but never letting go of his hand.

"The only pussy I am is the one you couldn't say no to the moment I so much as bat my pretty eyes at you. The one you cooed & talked to even through all your complaining about me being a loud little shit. The one you told all about your precious Sunshine you worried about every ni-"

"You're never going to let me live this down are you, brat?" Bakugou winced at how much blackmail you had against him the past 2 weeks he coddled your furry ass.

"And let this knowledge of how much of a softie you are deep down under all that gruff outside go to waste? After all I had to go through? Absolutely not. Mrow, bitch."

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A/n: HELLO ALL OF YOU WHO STUCK AROUND UNTIL THE END. i hope the ending was okay? i scratched all my previous drafts for it & decided on something much more lighthearted because i feel thats what made this series so fun & as lovable as it is. i love you all so fucking much & i hope you enjoyed reading mrow as much as i enjoyed writing it <33 until the next crazy series my brain comes up with <3

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#mrow #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #cat dad!bakugou #oliwrites

[shutit-haha]

WBakugo pt.4

Ok, really really liked the idea of reader having like this senior father figure hybrid. And Aizawa just fits the role so perfectly in my brain. Obviously hybrid AU seeing as how that's my latest obsession.

Aizawa stood behind you all tall and gloomy, his ears were lost in his wild hair, hands shoved deep into the front pocket of his pants. He really didn't want to be here, truthfully you no longer wanted to be here either. All that was left was for Eri to get tired out- whenever it is that happens.

"So why don't you have ears," the lady asked. You had been forced to conversate with her as Aizawa clearly wasn't going to respond to her. She was a loud and ignorant woman, it was clear the two of you weren't blood related yet she had the audacity to ask such a question.

"Adopted," you gave her your best curtesy smile.

"Who adopted who," she chortled loudly, elbowing you in the ribs playfully.

Ok now she was overstepping boundaries. "I'm sorry did you need something?" Aizawa was a looming figure now, darkness practically oozing from him, it encased the poor woman. Swallowed her whole.

"Oh well you see- I came over here to- I figured I could shimmy," she shook her shoulder, "on over to- well I- I must be going." Her mouth shut, thin lips vanishing with her tight expression. She was gone and there was Eri skipping back over to your side.

"Ok, I'm ready to go now." She smiled up at the two of you brightly, the skirt of her new dress twirling around her. "The bigger kids are rolling in," she grumbled peering over her shoulder back at the direction she came from.

"Yeah it is getting kind of late," you took her hand. Aizawa said nothing he simply took her other hand and followed you out. It was all fine and dandy until you reached the car. Your phone had started ringing, vibrating aggressively in your pocket. It was a private number you didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Yes are you.."

The officer sounded older and clearly skeptical. "I am, and why are you-"

"Well we have a young man here who claims to be yours."

What in the hell were they talking about. "Excuse me?" You didn't own any kids, the closest thing you had to one was buckling up in the car right now.

"Goes by the name of Katsuki Bakugo?"

There's no fucking way. He said he had a license. Why the hell is he giving people your name!? Why is he giving the police your name!?

"Is any of this ringing a bell," the officer sounded tired now.

"Uh... yes Ma'am sorry I uh- I'm out with family currently but I will be right there." You gave a curtesy smile despite it being a voice call, giving Aizawa such a large pleading look. His cat ears twitched shifting to a more alert position. It did little to better your mood.

"Right well he's being contained at precinct 692."

"Ok, thank you Ma'am, really thank you." You hung up, jaw on the floor, blinking in disbelief.

"Why are your friend's getting arrested," he was so blunt and monotone. Where was that caring Dad part of him that would word that just a bit better for you? Weren't you clearly in shock?

"I wish you wouldn't use those," you pointed at his cat ears- though only able to see their tips. "For things like this."

"Who's Bakugo?" He shuts the car door (so Eri can't hear) placing his arms up on top so he can lean in and glare at you. "Why is he in Jail? And why is he suddenly your responsibility?"

"Can't you just drop me off, please." Those wide eyes from when you were a child. "Can't you use that reputation of yours to get me out of this pickle, preferably no questions asked." You bat your lashes at him.

"Not happening." He blinks dryly, and you reach into your pocket for some eye drops. "If I'm dropping you off I'm walking in."

"That means you have to use your noble reputation," you say it all sing-songy.

"That means you have to explain," he mocks you in that same tuneful voice.

"Please Dad," you're begging.

"Absolutely not," he gets in the driver's seat. For a brief moment you stand there, contemplating what the right decision is here. He starts the car, and begrudgingly you open the passenger side door plopping down into your seat.

"Tell me about the kid," he swallows thickly, hands tight on the wheel.

"Met him in a snowstorm."

"That night you came late?" He side eyes you and you bite back any remarks about it.

"When I arrived later the next day? Yes sir."

"You don't have to address me like that," his shoulders eased up. He was forcing himself to relax hoping his body language would rub off on you. Yes he was pissed but that didn't matter.

"Sorry," it was a habit that was stuck with you. Aizawa hadn't taught it to you, yet it remained nonetheless. Eri wasn't the only one here who had been robbed of dreams and given nightmares. Aizawa saved you, for that you are forever in his debt. The best child he could ever ask for. "Some di- dude," you glanced back at Eri. "This 'catcher' was being all hostile- just a total bigot, was bothering him about being licensed-"

"Was he," Aizawa cuts you off.

"mhm," you nodded, "he showed me them later."

"When," a low growl, it was slight something you had to teach yourself how to notice.

"I stayed the night at his place," you mumbled.

"Doing?"

"What if I said something unholy?" The car swerved nearly going into the wrong lane. "I was joking! I was joking! I slept in a guest bedroom," you put your hand over your heart, "honest to God."

Another side eye from your Father.

"Anyways I jumped in and claimed he was mine, as a thank you gesture he allowed me to stay with him. And now... I don't know." Your worried eyes reflected on the wind shield of the car, red flashing within your pupil. A trick of the blinking stop light.

"When you stayed the night," oh no here was that protective personality. "Anything weird?" Clearly his training had stayed with him even through the retirement, he was profiling people no matter his age. That was true Shota Aizawa fashion.

"Typical 'don't touch my shi- stuff' personality." Another weary glance over at Eri, you keep forgetting she's there. "He's hella bossy, just as an FYI. Noticed when I was cold, made me breakfast," you were just listing things off now. "Oh!" You perked up, "he hates the smell of me."

Aizawa chuffed, "doubt that."

"Dad, you're being a Dad. Not everyone's after your wonderful child that you just swear is the cutest thing on planet earth."

"But you do smell good," Eri chirped from the backseat.

Well fuck, now it had to be a fact. I mean Eri said it. Who are you to argue.

"What'd he say," he turned into the parking lot.

"I asked about the whole being stinky bit- didn't want to be a headache- he said I didn't stink."

"Asshole likes you."

"Doubt it," you scoff unbuckling.

"Oh yea, then why are we here?"

Eri is just a ray of sunshine with the police station. Everyone is smiling at her and complementing her dress, they all ask for her name, and she's got a pocket full of candy. You were glad you and Aizawa had taken the time to work through places like this with her, liked that she could so easily twirl and smile. It made the weight you were already bearing that much lighter.

"Where the hell is he," Aizawa was really growling now. He was famous like Eri here too, just in an entirely different sense. Though their eyes followed him no one approached.

"I'll ask front desk," you're slipping past and jogging over to the first officer that looks at you. "Here for Katsuki Bakugo."

They sigh heavily, "follow me."

"Mr.Bakugo?"

His head snaps up, your voice definetly doesn't belong here. He's got this crazed look, his shoulders strain behind his back. His hands are cuffed tightly, to the point of no circulation, and he's been muzzled. Your blood boils but you're not sure where to direct this anger. His gaze shifts from you over to Aizawa, his body tenses, so does your Dads.

Aizawa sighs, he kisses his teeth, grabs hold of Eri and turns his back to the both of you. "I'm gonna use that reputation of mine." He's gone. It's you, the blonde, and a guard.

"Could you- could you please remove the muzzle?" It brings you discomfort.

"Not sure that's safe."

"Please," though a pleading word you state it as a demand. The muzzle is removed. "Bakugo?" You sigh, shifting your weight awkwardly. "You can't just ignore me. I'm at a police station, with my family, because of you."

He leans forward, looking up at you from that position, his dog tags glimmer under the light. "'Was just a bar fight."

"Over what? I'm not gonna bail you out for being ignorant. We don't even know each other like that."

"I wasn't being ignorant. This chick wouldn't leave my friend alone, just kept hitting on him and hitting on him. It was harassment."

"Don't tell me you hit her," equal rights, equal fights but.. Well he did seem kind of brutal.

"Some guy got me before I could do shit."

"Who?"

"Security. Said I was too rowdy, shouldn't being getting nippy with her like that. She was fucking harassing my friend."

"You fought security?"

"Bastard deserved it," he shrugged, slouching back into the wall.

"Ok, so why me? Why not your friend?"

The blonde rose from where he sat on the frigid metal bench. He walked over to you with heavy steps, his frame towering you in an oddly familiar way. His head ducked down just slightly, tilting the smallest bit just before he took in a deep breath. "Met you two days ago, and your fuckin' scent won't leave me alone. I don't get it," he shook his head slowly, "I really don't get it." Red eyes looked up at you from where his head still hung low. "Sedated," his fangs caught in the light, "and out of control," another deep breath. "All I wanted was your fucking smell."

"You gotta be smarter kid, they're gonna start revoking things from you if you don't know how to act." Shota had rejoined the two of you. Bakugo straightened up, meeting Aizawa in the eyes. He seemed less solemn and resigned this time, clearly more confident and repowered. "Thought you would of grown out of this temper."

"You know him," you turned to look at your Father.

"Taught him back in the academy."

Small fucking world.

Bakugo opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "it wasn't his fault. Well not really- there's a lot of technicalities. He was doing a good thing."

"You didn't see the pictures." Shota shifted to further analyze the boy, "why so brutal?"

"Lost my shit," he couldn't meet his superior in the eye.

"Why? You're never that unhinged, you got better, you were better."

"They fucked up my hormones, alright." Bakugo glared at you, "Dammit I've been wound so tight for no reason, always on fuckin' edge. It's like I don't know how to chill anymore."

"I hope you really don't think that's gonna win them over."

Yeah 'cause that totally didn't work on you. Totally.

"Not trynna win them over, just confused," he mumbled.

"What never been in a sex ed class before?"

"Dad," what was with his attitude? "We've all had a rough day let's just go home."

"My day wasn't rough," he glared back at Bakugo, "he made it rough."

"It's not his fault Dad really, don't take it out on him." Though that's exactly what you wanted to do too.

"Remember that conversation in the car?" He had turned around to whisper into your ear, "here's where that comes into play."

You shook it off, "so what are we gonna do?"

"You come home with me," Bakugo was surprisingly quick to reply. Aizawa gave you a look as if to say 'I told you so.'

Your eyes scanned over all of them before you nodded, "yeah, ok."

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #shota aizawa #eri bnha #hybrid au #wolf bakugou #cat hybrid #reader insert

[pixeldemonia]

I made this lil' fanart/wallpaper inspired on the collab between Mha and chiikawa-chan

And i'm sooooo in love

#anime #ocappreciation #drawing #mha bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #fantasy #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fanart #katsuki x you #katsuki x izuku #cat #chiikawa #fantasy au #bnha fantasy au #boku no hero fanart

[graveeyards]

Meow!

No gender specified

No warnings

Fluff

.-They see you on their couch with

Newborn cats-.

Siamese kittens (link)

.Katsuki bakugou.

~ He most likely got hungry in the middle of the night and started scavenging through the fridge

~ He grabbed chips and went in his living room but stopped when he saw a kitten at the end of his foot

~ Katsuki slowly picked up the kitten and walked towards his door seeing it was slightly open he slammed it and locked it

~ That’s when he saw you passed out on his very large bean bag chair with Siamese 6 kittens, one kitten biting your face and 2 others licking your hands the other 3 sleep

~ he grabbed the kittens and placed them in the bean bag chair while dragging you down his hallway to come sleep with him

Selkirk rex kittens (link)

.Kirishima eijirou.

(10 cats)

~ Kirishima didn’t go to sleep that night cause he was binge watching a tv show Mina had been talking about

~ He got startled when he heard a loud noise in his living room and a loud thud

~ after he builds up enough courage to go see what it was there was tiny meows at the edge of his door

~ He slowly open the door afraid to hurt whatever was at his door just to see a tiny kitten with curly hair

~ He picks the kitten up and walks towards his living room just to see you passed out in his couch with a bunch of curly haired kittens surrounding you

~ he tries to wake you but the kittens hiss at him all the hissing ended up walking you up as you woke up you grabbed all the kittens and placed them one by one on the couch covering them with a cover

~ Kirishima leads you to his room and you both fall asleep

Made by graveeyards 🧁

#graveeyards #mha x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x gn!reader #kirishima x gn!reader #cats #mha x gn!reader

[x-light-x]

So yeah I think I should post something so those who follow me know what they'll see after clicking that button.

-I probably won't post much cuz I have boring live etc. BUT there's a chance that I will post some personal opinions or thoughts

-I am learning to edit ,(I appreciate tips or tutorials to do things on cap cut ,thank you)

-If you think I'll post or like posts with some ships (MHA or other Anime) I may do that but don't I'll never post/like posts with any Bakugou X MHA character because I am really jealous (some kind insecure about that) of Katsuki Bakugou (YES I KNOW HE'S A 2D CHARACTER AND HE DOES NOT EXIST BUT HE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO CHANGE THAT)

-I treat "liking posts as "to read list" or "I already saw that and I liked it" so you openly can see what posts I liked

-I like listening to music if you want my Spotify playlist or my account I can give you a link

-I am fan of Lady Gaga and Doja cat but I don't have a fav type of music

-My posts and posts I liked will probably include # below 👇there will be SMUT so be aware

-I may give you some Bakugou pictures cuz I have a lot if you want my Pinterest just ask!

I guess that all , I hope you'll like my page (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#mha smut #bnha x you #bakugou drabble #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou imagines #bakugo x y/n #bakugo smut #mha headcanons #music #lady gaga #doja cat

[http-kats]

introduction *:･ﾟ✧

☆ im lee!

☆ i aspire to someday write here, so that's in the process :p

☆ im 19

☆ if the day does come for me to finally write in here, i will be writing for the bnha, jjk, haikyuu, chainsawman, and maybe other fandoms as well!

☆ kinda new to tumblr ngl 💀

☆ im also obsessed with cats, so give me cat content pls

☆ i think that's it!

#mha #bnha headcanons #my hero academia x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #dabi x reader #bakugou katsuki #midoriya x reader #sero x reader #help i dont know how to write intros #im so serious about the cat obsession. #give me cats rn. #idk how to tag either help #mutuals? #bnha bakugou

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Dearest patchy, most talented of all potion makers,

I beg of you to give content either for Viktor from Arcane or Bakugou from My Hero Academia owning a cat. Just like, a little drabble or head cannons, I just think that either man with a cat is so cute

Dear traveler, how kind it is of you to speak such sweet things over my talents and character - I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Though, I do find myself in a bit of a predicament over your request for no potion that I have can produce what you are looking for.

Though if your heart is willing, and you desire to see such a sight. Then you merely need to gaze within my crystal ball.

You took a tentative step toward the crystalline ball, brows furrowed as you kept a watchful eye on the peddler before you; unsure what to make of both her and now your current situation. The aura around you, around her, was that of mystery and did nothing to quell your nervous heart. Perhaps if you were in a market square, or literally any place where there were other people nearby, then being within the dim and odd shop wouldn’t leave the hairs on your arm stand on end.

But you made it this far, haven’t you? Made the resolve to trek through the woods, cold and damp, to find her little shop. Put on a brave face to enter it, despite the creaking door and groaning floorboards telling you otherwise. And even boldly, head held high, made your claim when the peddler regarded you, ignoring the grotesque items that adorned the shelves near her.

‘So why stop now?’ you could practically hear her voice echo in your mind as you finally took a shaky inhale to peer into the giant glass-like sphere; hoping for something sweet rather than possible horrors that may lurk out of your control.

It was all hazy at first, the images that formed before you, causing your eyes to squint and blink rapidly - as if they were the cause for such things - but one by one the colours you saw started to become firm, become real, and it now as if you were really there watching it all unfold.

The cat that you saw, an animal you were hoping to see, was nothing too spectacular. The fur was choppy and stood up and out in odd places, almost as if it was possibly matted; and the colour was that of ordinary table wood, not rich deep or light and soft, just simply brown. The marking that littered all around were in a disjointed pattern, unorganized,  and almost unappealing. It has a tooth that stuck out marring its face with a permanent, ugly, scowl as their eyes - golden in hue - were downcast; seemingly regarding everything it looked with disdain.

Just a plain, old barn cat.

And yet, it sat upon a bed that was far lusher and soft than you could even think to give it; with what looked to be the downy fur of a sheep handstitched overtop. It looked to be well-fed, with the bowl that sat nearby - currently empty - being much deeper than even the ones you would eat out of. And the thunderous purrs that old cat let out, constant and unwavering, were proof that it was more than content where it was, laying within a sunbeam.

A plain, ugly, cat yes. But one that was far more content than even the ones that lived in luxury. One that adored its home and the man who provided it. And, if your heart had any doubt, the chirp it let out when it heard the door open - one sweeter than any chime of a bell - as it ran to its owner and squashed it all down.

Especially so when its owner, the ever-stone-faced and despotic Bakugou who barely had the time of day to say hello and give a polite smile to anyone who passed him by, picked up the feline circling his feet, to place him on his shoulders with a bright smile.

You watched, on and on, in a joyous daze, as that man went about his evening. Feeding himself some dinner, setting aside scraps for his furry companion. Shuffling, gently nudging, and even grumbling out profanities as he tried to clean up with said friend tripping him almost every other step - yet not even an exasperated, frustrated, loud groan passed his lips. Though, Bakugou often chided the cat whenever he sat down to read a book by the fire, swatting its little curious paw away from the mug of tea he was trying to enjoy.

You even watched as got himself comfortable in his bed, blankets and pillows arranged in just the right way to ensure the most comfortable sleep. And, as his head touch the soft pillow, you watched him pat the bed beside him - beckoning his cat to him to join him.

“I think you saw all that you wished to see.” 

The peddler whispered, finally breaking you out of your trance as your eyes darted back up to her - almost forgetting she was even with you. The images you were so engaged in was now long gone, like a distant memory, the ball now clear and empty as when you first regarded it.

“Run along now, while the night is still young.” She smiled, shooing you away gently with a motion of her hand; watching mirthfully as you stumbled and clumsily put back on your jacket and gathered your things to leave.

“If you’re lucky,” She added with a sly wink, pausing you from leaving her doorway “and play your cards right, you may be able to see that kitty again without the help of magic.”

A kind and gentle man that hides behind a mask of callousness; truly a heart of gold indeed. I do hope you come back again, plenty of truths you may find within my crystalline ball - should your heart desire to see them.

#don't ask me why #i just think bakugou would have the ugliest cat #that he would love and adore with his whole heart #🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.the peddler's peculiar potion sale #bakugou x reader

[sweetcandyreview]

Are we still alive gang ?? I'm a new writer so be kind

I'll make a proper intro just seeing how interactions are here. If you guys have more interactive sites to write fanfiction and that kinda stuff on lmk !!

I'm a adult so minors pls be respectful

#attack on titan #jujutsu kaisen #bnha #spy x family #cats #taylor swift #fanfiction #bakugou x reader #jjk x reader #fanfic #poetry

[dynamitedemonlord999]

Fluffy/Furry-Butt Situation PT8

(AIN'T NO WAY THIS GOT VOTED AS RATED #11 FOR BAKUGOU X FEMREADER ON WATTPADDDDD!!! AIN'T NO WAY I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED OR EDITED THIS! Thank you all so much for voting ad even simply reading this, I sure as hell didn't expect that, honestly didn't expect anything. But seriously, thank you as you made my day a thousand times brighter today- or I should say yester day cause it's nearly 1 in the morning now lol. Anyway, thank you so much! 6/29/2023)

The sound of your alarm clock made Katsuki raise his head, grunting as he let out a mighty yawn. You grumbled as you clumsily turned off your alarm, hearing the sound of your phone falling to the side of your bed didn’t stir you. Instead you rolled to your side, still holding Katsuki close, pulling him even closer against your soft chest, making Katsuki let out a small noise. Yet you weren’t awake for long as sleep overtook you once more, your calmed face with the tiniest bit of drool coming from the side of your chin gave your face a cute display. Katsuki stared up into your face as he studied your beauty, amazed how within mere seconds you were back asleep. Realizing it had been a whole week and it was finally the weekend, Katsuki understood your intentions. It hadn’t been hard as throughout the whole week you had at least once or twice (Or maybe multiple times) had complained about not being able to sleep in or school work. As he had heard you endlessly rant about sleep, however being turned into a cat. Katsuki found himself in agreement as he personally couldn’t find anything more relaxing than sleeping, especially with you. The scent of someone’s toothpaste and freshly showered hair, the warmth the two of you created, and the simple sounds of your heart and breathing providing the perfect song for him to sleep to he wished to never end. The endless amounts of energy he gained when he’d wake up only to crash not long after as sleep was as intoxicating as a drug or his personal obsession to win any challenge he was given.

Katsuki’s eyes grew heavier as you seemed to drain any energy or wil power within him within mere seconds. Katsuki laid his head down on your supportive pillows, looking only at you as you were the perfect picture he wish he could…

(Choose your fav hobby below as it will be him complimenting your skills:)

Paint/Drawing: …paint or sketch as well as the various paintings and filled notebooks of projects you had created. Whether it was water colors, acrylics, pastels, oil paints, or any other type of fancy paint in the world. Or if it was the most expensive sketching pencils in the world . He could only imagine you sitting in front of a place of your choosing (your favorite area for a background. For example the ocean, a cherry tree, the mountains, behind you.) where your features he loved so much (your eyes, your blush, the way your hair was parted or done, beauty marks/freckles/ dimples, ect) would be enhanced by your surroundings. A portrait of you and all your glory, your beauty. The true woman he had fallen in love with, to show you what he saw everyday when he’d look at you. The idea of him working for hours to make every little detail perfect as you only deserved the best as you had made his own portrait the best.

Dance: …he could use it as the perfect inspiration for a dance. Whether it would be the new trending ones he’d have to research or whether it was something older and less known. He’d find a way to exaggerate the various good deeds you had done for him. However even though he wouldn’t be at first, nearly as good of a dancer as you. He would learn solely for you. If it would mean asking you to teach him, going to classes, watching videos, or even hiring a private tutor he’d do it. All to show you how much you meant to him through emotion, movement, flow, and heart captivating by a single or multiple performances. However many it meant to get you to fall (Hopefully in his arms) for him as he had when he had first seen you perform and incorporated him within your own fantasy and creation. Katsuki would dance for you any day, any time, if it meant he could make you feel the way he did.

Crafts: ….use any and all of your crafting supplies to help him create the most spectacular, mind blowing, piece that surely would be better than other craftsman’s work as it would be only about you. Anything that reminded him of you, a piece of fabric that matched your favorite piece of clothing, a colored shell/rock/gem that matched the color of your eyes or hair. Everything that read ‘Y/n’ to him he would use to re-create the masterpiece you were. The amount of pictures of you he’d have saved to his phone to use as references or actual background pictures of the project he would create all in honor of you that would never be finished as over the years he knew he’d have to spend with you would make the project only grow more and more intricate and detailed. Katsuki would try every types of crafts to show you how much time and dedication he’d want to put into your life as he wanted nothing more than a relationship with you. Along with a way to return the crafts you had made/given to him, as a token of your love.

…. write a song about. It sounded simple, but being Katsuki Bakugou. The task would never end as he’d never be able to write every single thing he loved about you as it was endless. No matter how many songs he’d write for you, he knew he’d have to write more as it would never be enough to show even a glimpse of what you had done towards his heart.

As Katsuki thought he couldn’t help but cuddle up more to your front as his eyelids grew heavier. ‘Damn, why is she so soft?’ He couldn’t help but think as he drifted off to an easy sleep. Loud purring filled the room as you both slept in longer, the feeling of heaven close by as you two were the most comfortable you had been all week. Holding eachother’s in the other’s arms.

When you woke up, you felt a warm body curled in your arms and against you. Looking down you saw your fur baby as happy as can be as he had his face hidden in your chest. However the curve of a grin on the edge of his mouth as well as his purrs could not hide how happy he was, not even with the cover from your pj’s fabric. You giggled as you pet and scratched his ears. Leaning down, you kissed him. Earning a grunt from the cat. “Morning sleepyhead.” You cooed as the cat hid his face in his little paws. King let out a grumbling noise as if complaining or blaming you for waking him up as his ears pinned to the back of his head.

Katsuki felt the wanting to go to sleep suddenly disappear as he felt you peppering his face with many kisses. Katsuki shot his head up, just as he was about to yell at you, suddenly you scooped him up, holding him as you sat up. Hugging him, you put your face in the crook of his neck. Softly inhaling, taking in his scent as you rubbed the back of his head. Katsuki tried to pull away as you turned and began to kiss his face multiple times. Pulling away you hummed as you smiled down at him. Light and content filled your eyes as you have his nose a little peck. At this point, if Katsuki wasn’t covered in fur then you would have seen his face had turned so red, it would have added a whole new shade of red to the color spectrum.

You giggled as you held King, his face was a look of shock as you continued your little kissing attack. Afterwards you let him lay on your chest as you watched movies/a show/YouTube/ect. You noticed King seemed to be watching them as well. Occasionally he would turn his head to you, which you’d use as a way to quickly sneak in a kiss on his little cheek. The first couple times he shot his head away so fast and would try to escape. You however wanted cuddles and would force him back into your hold. Listening to his little protests but ignoring them as you pulled him back down. Kissing and petting the huffing furball of anger and annoyance. However over time, you noticed he had calmed down as he instead leaned into you. No longer fighting you as no more puffs of fur flung from his soft body. Reluctantly, he would continue to would turn his head back and look at you. Up, and down, seemingly admiring you when you didn’t motion to do anything towards him as you didn’t want him to get too mad. However in your perceptual vision King slowly reached up towards your face. You turned slowly and he leaned in towards you and licked your cheek before gently butting his head into your cheek. You only grinned at him as you gently kissed him. King seemed to grin as he turned back to your phone. You cooed as the cat finally decided he’d show you some affection. Turning your head back to your device while you rubbed and massaged his head as you both enjoyed the morning. His loud purrs sounding like your favorite song as he allowed himself to snuggle more so into your hold so you could achieve more rubs in different places on his head.

You would say your morning was delightfully chill. Catching up on your favorite shows/series/movies/ect, finishing or working on your favorite hobbies. However you were a little slow after the visit to Recovery Girl. She had healed you, and you had awoken to a pleasant friend keeping you company the first morning being in Recovery Girl’s office. When you were good enough to go later that day, you had taken King with you to your dorm. You couldn’t believe you had missed half of your weekend as you were fighting Todoroki on Friday, staying at the school’s hospital (notice how in the last fanfic I accidentally said Hospital Wing from Harry Potter? Lol I read too much Harry Potter) until Saturday’s afternoon. Meaning your only beak was today, Sunday. You groaned as you rubbed your head, worry buzzed continued to rot your brain as the pros STILL had no evidence of what had happened to your dear friend. However as you turned to look at King rubbing water from bud water bowl off with his little paw’s leg. You couldn’t help but forget your worries with the sight of your quirky cat.

Getting up you walked over towards King and picked him up, hearing him let out a grunt that made your heart swoon. “You know-” You began, causing King to spin his head until his eyes met yours. You felt your heart jump into your throat. You couldn’t help but then hide your face into his back as a high pitched noise proceeded to rip from your throat “YOU'RE SOOO CUTEEEE!” You squealed, the cat growled as he whacked the top of your head. You laughed as you pulled away. Clearing your throat you continued “Anyway what I was going to say was. I think we should have a day out.” The fluff ball tilted his head “We’ve been in these walls for a suffocatingly long time so- why don’t we go out?” The cat blinked before he leaned up, sniffing your showered hair and gently gave you a small lick. You giggled “It’s settled then. We’ll go for a little trip.” You said, you then put him down “I’ll get our things ready for today then.” Turning your still sleepy body. You walked to your closet and took out a small but cute bag you had found at the mall while shopping with your class not too long ago.

You had found it while you went UA festival shopping and Momo had pointed it out to you. You luckily had enough cash on you to get the f/c-es bag with the most detailed pattern of your liking you had found. It matched your quirk as clouds and splashes of your favorite color seemed to dance all over the shiny bag.

As you took it out you also pulled out a small but comfortable snuggle blanket that was perfect for picnics as it was thick enough for grass to not be able to invade. But fluffy enough to sit on for long periods of time. You began to pack the blanket inside with a water bottle/hydroflask that you often used for traveling or simple outdoor pleasures. However as you worked to effectively pack and organize your things along with an outfit. You heard behind you a huff followed by an irritated meow. Turing your head back you were met with sharp, ruby, eyes. Filled with wanting, you blinked as King stood on his hind legs, using your leg as a support for one arm as the other reached out towards you. “Mow” The simple meow slipped from his as smooth as silk. You stood shocked as your cat had never used such a tone before. Your heart couldn’t handle his cuteness as you then reached down and picked him up. Feeling his arms wrap around your neck as he leaned his own head against yours. “Aw-haw- you’re going to kill me King.” You replied in a soft tone as you then leaned down and kissed th e top of his fluffy head. The feeling making your nose slightly itchy. However you didn’t mind as you held King while packing for the day. His long tail swaying calmly from side to side as you worked. A smile you couldn’t break was etched i to your face, you knew if King continued with these out of character antics. You knew your heart was going to explode.

Deku yawned as he clumsily walked down the stairs of the dorm rooms. Hearing your voice as you seemed to be talking to someone from the first floor caught his attention. Reaching the bottom, the green haired boy rubbed his sore eye with his not bandaged hand. The green haired male walked towards the counter “Good morning Yn-Chan how are you-“ however as he opened his eyes, all words he had wished to say were caught in his mouth. Deku stood nose to nose with the very demon that had re-broke his already ruined hand glaring down at him with a deathly aura. “Good morning Deku!” You watched as wide, green orbs slowly looked towards you then back to King who was simply sitting on your shoulder like a parrot. However the sight of the various scratches spread all over his face and limbs had you gasp. “Oh- my gosh Deku what happened?” You asked, the boy whimpered as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your cat, shaking his head “N-nothing just uh-“ You felt vibrations from your growling cat enter your ears. Upon studying the various tears in his skin you gasped once more, pulling off your cat “King! Did you do this?” Instead of seeing your cat try to hide his face in shame. You saw his little lips curl as you saw his tiny front teeth, a huff coming from his nose. You glared down at the cocky pain, you huffed as you then held him out to Deku. “Say you’re sorry!” You barked, your cat snapped his head towards you with his ears pinned to the back of his head. Deku looked at you shocked. “Mrrrow-“ “Ah ah! Say you’re sorry. Right. Now.” You looked at the fluff ball coldly. The cat surprisingly crossed his arms as his legs were still spread out cutely, making you have to bite your tongue to not smile at the little scene. “If you don’t, then you can stay inside the dorm all by yourself today.” Your cat growled as his ears twitched. You huffed as you held him out, “Say you’re sorry.”

Katsuki lightly glared at the stupid boy’s deer-like eyes. Rolling his eyes as he couldn’t believe he was stopping so low. Reaching his arms out he wrapped them around Deku’s neck. The boy’s body tensed with a small “Oh-“ leaving his vocal cords. Katsuki huffed as he opened his mouth. “You think you can save me and have me hug you at the end? No no nerd. You’ve got no idea what’s coming for y-“ “Kiiing.” You warned him, “That’s not saying sorry.” The blonde rolled his eyes as he hugged the dumbass harder, then pulled away and glared at you “Happy?” He growled. You put your hands on your hips as you rose an eyebrow. “Not good enough.” W-WHAT?!” He snapped “When you say sorry you should mean it! So say sorry!” You shouted. Katsuki gritted his teeth “OK FINE!” He then threw his head into Deku’s jaw and begrudgingly rubbed his head against Deku’s chin. Instead of being an adorable manner of submission, it was anything but as Deku winced and tears began to brim his eyes as Katsuki was putting enough pressure to ensure a few more bruises.

You blinked as you had never seen a cat give its affection so aggressively with its eyes into the tiniest of slits. Deku whimpered as your cat then snapped his head towards you and let out a loud yowl. “A-a-apology accepted!” The boy stuttered and held your cat out towards you. King huffed as he wagged his tail, moving around until he found a comfortable spot on your shoulder.

Deku sat at the island in amazement as the death cat moved back onto the top of your shoulder, huffing as he shot a glare at Deku before turning his head to see what you were doing. You walked towards the fridge and began to grab some ingredients. “So uh- erm- what are you making?” “I’m making some bento boxes for King and I. We’re planning on having a day out.” His curly, green, hair bounced as he nodded “Ah- alright. Well- I hope you two have some fun.” You looked up grinning as you rolled some rice “Thanks Deku, I’m- so sorry about all the scratches-” “Oh its alright. Totally understandable. King was very worried about you.” “Aww you cooed, turning to King and rubbed your head into his as he returned the shared love. “That’s so cute.” You ignored his growls, with a small huff he leaned down and further perched onto your shoulder. “Uhm- Uraraka said he was an escapee.” You couldn’t help but chuckle “I noticed. Heard he made Koda faint o his last escape.” Deku chuckled “i don’t think- Koda’s recovered from that yet.” You sighed “Yeah- I’ll have to make King apologize to him too.” King hit the back of your head with his fluffy tail. “Hey! It’s not nice to scare the living soul out of someone!” Your cat only let out a grumble before laying on your shoulders, resting his head on his paws of your opposite shoulder he had perched on. Deku blinked “Wow- your cat is super smart.” You chuckled “Yes, very much so.” You finished your bento boxes with some sides of fruit, veggies, extra meat for King, and your favorite snacks. You then put a small travel size backpack on the counter. Opening it you pushed a small blanket you had put into the bag earlier. You then put in the various bento boxes and took out your f/c-Ed flask, opening it you poured your favorite drink inside and grabbed an extra water bottle. Putting the bottles back inside you zipped up the bag. “Alright! I think we’re good to go.” King let out a small huff as he nuzzled more into you. You then crouched down and King hopped off, turning back to you as his tail waved in the air. “You ready King?” “Mrow” he answered, you giggled as you put your pack on, turning to Deku. “Well, thank you for helping me with King. Again I’m sorry about the scratches-“ “Oh don’t be! It’s quite alright I’m fine. Have fun you guys!” You grinned and waved to him “Have a good day Deku.” “You too!” He called out, with that you started your little trip.

You opened the door and watched King practically run outside. Closing the door you had to move some hair from your face as it was quite windy. However it was a comforting breeze of the start of summer. You couldn’t help but sneak out your phone to take a few pictures of King. His flowing, long, locks of his ashe blonde fur blowing in the wind. His little pink nose moved as it inhaled the new scents in the crisp air. His tail moved sideways on top of the various blades of grass which stuck through his tail. You then found your favorite photo and set it as your home screen. King turned to you and let out a small meow, turning he trotted towards your school’s woods. Putting your phone in your pocket you began to follow until you heard a familiar person who you once saw as a friend, shouting at you.

“Hey look! It’s the loud ass cat who woke me up a few days ago!” TetsuTetsu yelled. Your smile slowly disappeared as he walked over, a smug glare etched on his face as he trotted over towards you. “And the scaredy cat girl who’s too scared to fight me with her own fists. You rolled your eyes as you turned and continued walking. “Hey km talking to you! You really think you can walk away from me like that!” You felt your mood dwindle, one thing you liked about Bakugou was he was more bite than bark. While Tetsu was a non stop antagonizer. “Oh yeah- mind you thanks for making the whole class look like fools and for setting that whole forest more on fire than it already was!” You stopped, turning to face him, you gritted your teeth “Don’t you say that. You know what I was trying to do-“ “Really? It seemed like from everyone else’s point of view you were just trying to help the villains attack us!”

Katsuki had turned and was watching the whole ordeal. Searching through his memory he tried to figure out what the steel man was talking about until he remembered the UA Summer Trip. Blue fire surrounded the blonde as he fought off the various villains trying to gain the upper hand. You had jumped from your hiding spot to spook his classmates as you had been in Class 1-B your first year unlike him. Using your wind quirk to stop the fire, however the whirling winds of oxygen breathed only a larger fire. Katsuki narrowly dodged out of the way of one of your fire tornadoes. Turning he yelled at you the hell you were doing. But he could see right through your face, you were panicked. Not thinking right as this was all new to you. Katsuki ran towards you and grabbed your arms, making you hurl the dangerous winds towards the villains before you managed to turn the winds into a small concentrated ball. Releasing your quirk you gasped as you grabbed at your head, leaning down as the villains were passed out from the 3rd degree burns covering their bodies.

Katsuki was pulled out of his mind as you walked past him. “You were the one who made the fire spread, you practically gave that class 1-A guy to them!” Katsuki watched the h/c-Ed female pause, he knew you were reliving the memory, it was hard to. As the villain called Dr Compress jumped out and tried to attack you and Katsuki from the back, Dabi used his fire at the same time. Effectively, when you had used your quirk to blow the first villain away. You had accidentally amplified Dabi’s fire attack. Sealing you all in a circle of mad fire that devoured the forest faster.

You snapped your head towards Tetsu “You don’t know what happened-“ “Yeha but I heard all about it!” The male snarled. “I bet you just went to save him for the glory to cover your track-“ “Not another word!” You warned the male, feeling your quirk activating. “Or what? You're going to turn me into the LOV?! Then everyone will see how much of a fak-” As you were glaring daggers and losing your hold on yourself. Your former classmate was shortly interrupted before he could activate his own quirk. His eyes bulged wide as his mouth gaped and began to scream in horrific pain. You faltered but your eyes widened too as the boy reached down and tried to shove off what you realized to be King digging his sharp claws right where the sun doesn’t shine. Tests tried to use his quirk however the damage was already done as King shoved his claws in harder, deeper, into the other male’s precious flesh and jewels. Your feet moved quickly as you watched Tetsu raise his strong, metallic, arm above the cat. “STOP!” You shouted, grabbing his arm and with your other hand uppercutting him with a powerful wind, making the loose grass soar into the air. However the fight was on as you felt Tetsu’s anger radiating off him. He snapped his head towards you and reached to grab you. However you were much faster as you had trained extensively. You reached and grabbed at the air in his mouth, ripping your elbow back, you felt the air drain from his body. He let out an exasperated gasp as his quirk began to quickly falter, you then threw your arm around his neck, grabbing his attacking arm, stepping behind him as you used your force, momentum, and Tetsu’s own breath to slam him into the ground. The male’s shiny armor immediately disappeared as he laid there gaping like a fish on land. King then jumped on the arrogant boy’s junk. Causing Jim’s to gasp in pain as he wheezed. You then picked up King “Don’t touch my fucking cat!” You barked before you kicked his legs and walked away. Feeling the rumbles of Kings proud purring as you walked away, the wind blowing up to hair back like a soldier on the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to you, there were two pairs of different colored eyes watching you from afar. “Woah- she just-“ Ochako began, “I think I know what happened to Kachan.” Ochako’s brown eyes looked up towards her crush’s freckled but focused face. He turned back to her with a relieved face expression. Deku let out a small exhale of air as he turned, walking back towards the common room. “I’m glad he found Y/n-chan.” The brunette walked next to him as she too knew the answer to Bakugou’s disappearance. She grinned and nodded as she looked ahead, her short hair bouncing barely above her shoulders. “About time honestly. I wish that she was just smart enough to figure out it’s him and he likes her.” Deku nodded “It's frustrating, when two people can’t seem to realize the obvious signs of love for eachother.” “Yeah.”The brunette replied airly, turning her eyes back towards Deku’s curled hair. Slightly blushing as she thought of how cute his hair was, the way it jumped up and down and seemed to never look messy. The two continued to walk until they finally caught up with their friends. Yet, with their new discovery. They kept the thoughts to themselves as they KNEW what Bakugou would do to them.

The sounds of small twigs snapped under your shoes as you walked carefully through the dense forest. You weaved your way through, often turning your head to keep track of your fur baby as he followed close behind. He seemed to keep up quite easily, jumping and ducking larger branches that had fallen in his way. You turned your head as you began to see a small clearing, your favorite get away. Your smile grew wider “We’re here.’ you announced as you stepped over a larger log. King jumped over it and noticed you had stopped. You both were on the side of a cliff, only a mere meter or two away from the edge. You pulled out from your bag your small f/c-ed blanket. Laying it out on the grassy and dead leaved ground. Sitting down you took out a small bowl you had brought with you, pouring some water in the bowl for King who came over and sniffed before quietly lapping up the bowl’s contents. You chuckled as you grabbed your flask, un-screwing it and took a long sip. You hummed as you stared at the gorgeous view. UA luckily was high on a mountain/hillside. It was quite easy to get a view of Mufasa’s city. You could even make out the ocean’s passing waves in the far distance. You took a deep breath of relaxing air.

The feeling of small weight on your thigh had you turn your attention. King looked up at you with big eyes, you giggled, scooping up the big kitty. “Aww, you want cuddles?” He rubbed his head into your neck, purring louder than his normal. You then gently sat him in your lap where the cat circled on your thighs, before finally leaning his back against your tummy, his legs stretched out as yours was, his front paws hanging down as they rested against his own body. You covered your face as you once again felt your heart about to burst from the absolute pure and cute bundle on your lap. ‘I must protect him at all costs.’ You told yourself as you managed to sneak a few pictures.

The day dragged on as the two of you relaxed. You’d occasionally start some small talk such as identifying where you used to live growing up, where you had worked as an intern after the Sports Festival, your favorite cafe/restaurant. King seemed to listen as he too decided to meow a few words of his own. Even pointing out some wildlife you hadn’t caught, walking along a few trails in the forest past the two of you.

You fed King his pieces of meat including beef and fish you had prepared specially for him. Cut into little bones and treat shapes for him as he munched away on your lap. Licking your fingers clean as you fed him by hand. You the. Rubbed your thumb against the side of his face as you took another bite of your stuffed rice ball. He purred as he rubbed his face into your hand. Occasionally as you are he’d look up at you and paw at your hand, making you stop and feed him again. However you didn’t mind as this was the rare moment of his cuddly and sweet mood.

Occasionally you felt a chilly breeze going down your spine. Issuing your quirk you’d easily warm you both with warm, sleepable, waves of wind. As the time passed by you suddenly felt another gentle tap from the cat below. Looking down you saw the big eyed King stretch out his arms, reaching out. You cooed as you moved your hands down. “Awwww- you want tummy rubs?” King simply nodded as you once more cooed at his loveable display. Leaning down you began to rub up and down his fluffy and surprisingly solid tummy. Your fingers running and pulling gently through his long, fluffy, fur that was softer than the clouds or water. King after a few minutes yawned, his eyes dropping as his nose twitched a few times before he easily fell asleep in your arms. You could help but find this nearly kills you as you’d never seen something so cute. Yawning as it was contagious, you looked back up at the view of the city. ‘It wouldn’t help to take a small cat nap.’ You told yourself. Leaning your head down and closing your eyes as you too drifted off to a peaceful sleep. The quiet sound of the birds singing surrounded you, distant city noises played into the background. However your ear’s only focus was on a small weight purring/snoring loudly, bringing you pure joy and happiness as the sun warmed you both as though it was a thick, soft, blanket.

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[lovelyhetty]

AAD (DARKEST DAYS)

Season 1 Chapter 01

Character - Akina Aizawa (Real name - Rikina Katsuro)

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[olichat-reads]

Mrow | Part Four

Bakugou x roomate!reader

Summary: you finally get answers on how to break the quirk & return human

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A/n: yall i fucked up :D this isn't the last chapter

Part Three

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Zigzagging through the crowd you kept your eyes on your target, little legs racing as fast as they can, determined not to lose sight of what might be your key to undoing this quirk.

Having not notice the tiny ball of fur barelling towards her, the girl in question yelped in surprise as you launched yourself onto her leg, determined to latch on like a fucking leech until you had answers.

"Its you!" She cried out, big doe eyes looking down at you, snarling & fur bristling.

Yeah its me! Now turn me back human for the love of god!!

You honestly doubt a small furball yowling up at a full grown person was even the slightest bit threatening but the girl looked as if she might keel over in fear. Her wide eyes darted around to uncaring passerbys before returning to peer down at you.

"Please can we go somewhere less, um, crowded first?"

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You ended up at the park not far away, not completely empty but a definite upgrade from the bustling streets.

Wait. You understand me?

"Um. Yeah. Kinda comes with the quirk," she started, fidgeting with her hands before the floodgates burst open with her rambling. "I'm so, so sorry for turning you into a cat. And- and about the other day! I don't do those kinds of things. I was just being stupid. I knew it was a bad idea even if my friends said otherwise-"

You watched the girl as she went on a tangent, babbling on frantically. You sighed, she was young, probably a highschooler.

Alright, alright. Calm down, kid, you're gonna scare yourself into a panic attack. I'm not turning you in, okay? I get it, you made a mistake. And honestly I don't think you could pull of a crime even if you tried, kid.

The girl cracked a nervous smile at that.

"Thanks Ms Y/n." You smiled at the use of your hero name. You didn't mind not being a big shot like Bakugou, but it felt nice to be recognized every once & a while.

Nah, I get it. I did stupid things too when I was your age. Oh. What's your name?

"Its Miyo."

Miyo. You smiled at that, lifting a furry paw to pat her knee. So now, can you turn me back human please?

"Oh, um," she stuttered, her entire demeanor dulling again. "I can't actually."

You felt your fluffy ears droop at that. What do you mean?

"The quirk breaks when you have an unbridled want to turn back human. To be honest, I thought you would've returned human by now. But I guess its not the most predictable, I'm sorry," she said remorsefully.

I just need to want to turn human? You ask, confused. Did you not want to return human this whole time?

"Sort of. But it has to be a very, very strong feeling to override the quirk. Most of the time it helps to feel extreme emotions that associate with needing to be human again. Like intense desperation, fear, stuff like that. Ultimately its all on you though, Ms Y/n," Miyo explained with apologetic eyes.

You sighed at that. Well, at least it was something. Thanks, Miyo. I-

You were interrupted by a loud explosion that made the ground beneath you shook. Switching into prohero mode, your body kick started into action, racing into the streets. Though you skid to a halt before disappearing into the sea of people, throwing one last glance to Miyo.

I'm going to be naked when I turn back human, aren't I?

"Yeah! Sorry again, Ms. Y/n!"

You sighed internally at that. Well. Nothing you could do about that.

Another explosion sending the ground shaking tore you out of your thoughts & had you throwing yourself into the crowd, darting towards the direction of the commotion, the adrenaline in your veins guiding you through the chaos.

"YOU FUCKING PSYCHO-"

You hear his booming voice before you caught sight of the explossive blonde. You took note of the two women that were apparently the cause of all the commotion & Bakugou's arms that covered in frost. You watched as one of the villains aimed for his arms again, creating chunks of ice that engulfed his hands all the way over his elbows. Bakugou blasted them off but you could tell he was struggling, his explosions smaller than usual.

They were aiming to weaken his quirk, you realized.

Bakugou didn't have his gauntlets. Added with the cold weather & the nature of the villain's quirk he was at a massive disadvantage.

Bakugou! You yelped as the other threw your roomate into a wall, her attack reminding you a lot of Nejire's wave motion.

Fuck. Fuck. What do you do. What do you do?? You didn't have your quirk. Even hand to hand combat was out of the question. You were a cat for god's sake!

You felt your heart drop when when you watch the shockwave wielder take aim for another attack.

Yea, no, fuck it.

You let the adrenaline take over & before you know it, you're rushing forward, little claws & teeth digging into the flesh of the villain's calf, eliciting a pained yelp from her. Distracted, she missed her shot, just barely missing Bakugou, her blunder allowing him to dodge.

You didn't have time to feel relieved though, having her attention turn to your little self, uselessly hanging off her leg.

Fuck.

"Sunny, get away from there!" That was all you heard before familiar hands intercepted you as Bakugou dove in for cover with you, narrowly avoiding a hit from the ice quirk's partner.

Having decent cover, those glaring red eyes looked over at you. "Are you insane?! What the hell is wrong with you??"

Bitch, I was trying to save your ass! Fuck off with the name calling-

You were interrupted with another blast that sent the two of you crashing into a boutique, the display of clothes cushioning what would've been a painful slam to Bakugou's back while you flew out off his hold, landing with a thud a little distance away.

Bakugou!

Dread filled your veins as you watched the pair tag team your roomate. You scrambled to get to him despite knowing there is little you can do. You couldn't just watch! But before you could even get close an explosion was sent your way, forcing you to hop backwards to avoid it, stopping you from getting too close.

Bakugou, you bastard!

"Fuck off, pipsqueak. I can handle this on my own," he growled out, eyes ahead but you could tell was directed to you.

Aiming a blast at the ice wielder, Bakugou risked a glance at you. "I mean it, Sunny- FUCK!" he got cut off as the other villain caught him in her wave motion, slamming him into a wall & pining him there.

No.

No no no-

Human. You needed to turn back human.

Now.

C'mon. C'mon c'mon c'mon please.

You wanted to. You needed to. Please. Please.

Please.

You gasped at the sudden shock that rushed through your body. Your sight glowed pure white, before everything stopped.

You dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

You couldn't move.

You couldn't move. You couldn't open your eyes. It felt like all the energy was zapped from your body. Your heart seemed to beat in your ears. Once. Twice. Faint yelling seemed to seep into the black. You recognized that voice.

"-nny! Wh s wro ith ou-"

The cotton in your head made it hard to hear. But you knew that voice. You were sure of it.

"SUNNY!!"

Bakugou. Its Bakugou, right? He gave you that name?

That's right. You need to help him.

But you couldn't move.

Move, dammit.

You mustered everything to will yourself to get up, to fucking move, but your body didn't listen to you. Even a finger felt too heavy.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR!"

Bakugou is calling for help? Bakugou? Fuck, things must've gotten bad.

C'mon get up.

You needed to get up. You needed to help him.

"FUCK-"

You heard Bakugou's voice cut off as if he had the air knocked out of him.

You haven't thanked him yet.

He had to be okay.

You still owe him that hug you vowed to give him.

He HAD to be okay.

You felt your heart clench at every pained groan the villains beat out of your roomate. Your throat tightened up with guilt.

COME ON GET UP!

You'd cry if your body worked right now. Unshed tears burned the back of your eyes. You were begging at this point.

PLEASE.

Then, everything came rushing back.

Your eyes snapped back open, before immediately fluttering shut from the bright contrast. Pulling yourself up, you groaned as you reached a hand up to your pounding head. Wait. Hand. Hand!

A rush of victory tore through you, making you force your eyes back open to confirm your suspicions- only to have your heart drop immediately.

Fuck. Thats right. You changed back naked.

A/n: thank youuuu for being so patient with me. i know i take a WHILE to cough out fics but i'm doing my best i promise 🥺. i hope you enjoyed this part. hope the 'action' portion isn't too scuffed. AND I HOPE THE NEXT AND LAST (I SWEAR IT WILL BE THE LAST) CHAPTER WON'T TAKE AS LONG.

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Part Five

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[pixeldemonia]

Taking our baby for a walk 🐾

Selfshipptober day 2: Icecream

What's your favorite Icecream flavor? Mine is lemon 💚

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[andypantsx3]

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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