I debated whether I should post this or not, but I have tried to keep it private. I will be sharing my side of the Bluukive situation on @sweetheartism .
This is not a callout. The only reason I previously brought up Luu was because of pressure from others. It would have been avoidant not to.
I am now responding to the lies in Luu's post and showing proof of what actually happened.
There are two posts because of all of the screenshots. I'm sorry for the length ( it's not 4k words though, I promise ), but it's a detailed account.
Tojioffline2 (Lola) is gone and now theres around 5 new ones.
First of all, you all are as pathetic as Lola for wanting to recreate it and continue this harmful vibe.
2nd of all genuinely stop before its too late.
You two are as bad as the rest for wanting to continue it after seeing TWO examples of what happened to the makers of the blog, the state of the Jujitsu kaisen community, the hate all the writers got, and the writers that had to leave.
Even if you say "this will be a genuine blog, no hate or threats" thats still bad and impossible. (You can never control someone's actions, so as a fact they will still get threats) You can be a normal, mature person and discuss it privately, or take 2 seconds to block them and forget about them. This is 100x better then publicly humiliating them and hurting them.
No one deserves to be scared to write due to getting threats of rape, death, doxx, etc.
So you doing this and contributing to it is horrible, and know that if you believe in religion, even if this is just online the sins you will get will be beyond bad and endless.
So just stop, dont waste your time to hurt people's feelings behind a screen over some pixels they write like a pathetic, immature, person.
Also I'm hoping that all of these creators are 18+ so genuinely get a job.
Do YOU want to be the reason someone stops what they love, and even k!IIs them self from the harm you've caused?
And the fact that TWO people made it in less then an hour when Lola left shows that this is beyond saving and will now forever create an endless loop until the jjk community is gone. So congratulations to the original tojioffline because you wanted to "fix" the community and instead you created its beyond downfall.
So please reflect and fix your already pathetic life, and don't hurt other people because you genuinely never know what your words can do.
Again please reblog, like and tag to support this post and spread awareness so more people can see this!
I removed their tagged names, just because they havent gotten as much attention yet and I think it's better we keep it that way.
Also.. Im sorry that this is not as strong as my last post, I was kind of in a loss for words (also random but thanks for all the support and followers 🥹)
Choso has finally calmed himself a little, breathing comfortably in your arms, apparently zoned out with how quiet he got. The fertile swell of his pregnant belly is warm underneath your palm, soothing to caress… tempting too. He's far along enough to show properly, make laying down and standing up the slightest bit difficult, and turning off his brain even harder. Worries upon worries, unprompted crying fits, completely new anxieties. All part of your routine now.
"Darling,"you start, leaning further down to speak closer to his ear. The responsive shiver trailing through his body doesn't go unnoticed. "Do you want me to try and help you relax a little?" The ask is not subtle at all, you didn't mean for it to be, forward about the desire.
His hand lays over yours upon letting it trail down slightly, fingers cold with remaining anxieties. Choso looks up now, puppy-eyes even more tempting — though that's not his intention. "Y/n…" his hand pulls yours back up, keeping it at a safe distance from his crotch, "I don't think we should." You can't help but chuckle when he hides his face in your shoulder, keeping you from seeing the blush along his cheeks, he's gotten so shy with this new body of his, it's irresistible.
"Why not, hm?" you nuzzle his loose hair, enjoying the softness against your face, "I miss you, baby. When was the last time I got to feel you?"
He whines, your words clearly working him up. Still, he stays hidden and keeps your hand securely high on his stomach. "What if it hurts the baby?" His question is barely a mumble, clearly embarrassed, clearly still wanting. And even after your reassurance it won't, he stays reluctant. "Then… what if you don't like my… my body anymore?"
You pull back, a hand under Choso's chin making him face you. "You know better than to say stuff like that." Your tone makes him avert his eyes, still clinging to you, still red from his blush. "Lay back, baby. I'll go slow, okay? If something feels wrong we can stop."
Your gentle smile seems to convince him, finally allowing you to lay him down, lips caressing his with suppressed eagerness — it really has been a long time. His kiss starts shy, soon infected by the lust you can't hide, and he's sighing into your mouth, the roll of his hips revealing he's just as desperate as you. "See, sweetheart? You need this just as bad," you murmur against him, hands making quick work of his sweats and panties, letting your touch trail teasingly slow up his inner thigh.
Choso's fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt, gasping when you make contact with his cunt. He's wet, not much, but the subtle slick pooling by his hole is a welcome feeling, one missed for too long. Your fingertip coats with the lube easily, spreading it upwards to his clit. You haven't touched him in so long, he's even more responsive than usual, whining as soon as you touch the sensitive bud.
You enjoy yourself, rubbing and flicking in rhythms you'd never unlearn, drinking up each moan and twitch from your pregnant boyfriend. When you move down to slide a finger into him, Choso tenses up, eyes slightly widened through the haze of pleasure. "I'll go slow," you reassure again before he has to say anything, earning a pout and soft permission through a whispered "Okay."
Kisses find his face while your finger slowly intrudes the tightness of Choso's pussy, centimeter by centimeter allowing his body to adjust to you again. "You got tight, baby," you tease absentmindedly while you slide in and out of him, enjoying how wet he's getting. Until your eyes find his, widened and filled with unfiltered anxiety once more.
"W-what if it doesn't fit?" he finally dares to ask after a moment of prying, lips quivering, legs closing around your wrist. You want to laugh, really do, but you know better than that by now.
Instead, you work against the pressure of his closed thighs, pulling out to carefully pry a second finger next to the first one. Still, you can't help a small chuckle when he moans unexpectedly loud at the stretch. "No need to worry," you smirk, closely listening to the subtle squelch of his pussy, "your body already remembers who it belongs to, see?"
Choso fights it for another moment, face scrunched, legs closed before the feeling of you back inside him convinces relaxation to take over his overthinking brain, and his thighs fall apart for you, so does his face, finally slack with shy moans blessing your ears. Only a few more thrusts before you deem him ready, and the nervousness returns as soon as you align your freed cock with his soaked pussy.
"Focus on me," you mumble, kissing him slow and deep before beginning to move your hips. His insides open up for you, soft and familiar, and you make sure to choose a pace that wouldn't spook his restless mind. You stop when he tenses, run your tongue over his until those muscles around your dick give in, and keep pushing, slower than ever before until you're finally all the way inside.
It takes a few deep breaths for you to control yourself, working hard for a steady voice when you check in, make sure Choso's still okay.
"Y-yes," his arms wrap around your neck, hiding himself in the curve of your shoulder, "please… move?"
You follow his request effortlessly, just as pent up, secretly worried you won't last until he comes.
Your worries vanish when he gets squirmy after only few thrusts, shy gasps and whines and twitchy hips too telling. "Can you rub me?" the request is rushed, clearly said with as much embarrassment as desperation. That embarrassment is forgotten as soon as you follow the request, circling his clit with one goal in mind; make him come before you.
Your thrusts get sloppy just when his moans turn into frantic little pleas, cunt tightening impossibly around you, and you swear it's tighter than it used to be, making you unable to deny yourself any longer. You follow his orgasm by just a second, pressing deep to shoot your load where it has taken seed once already, still you fill him like it's your mission once more. You need a second to catch your breath after, comfortably softening inside him, so warm and plush, you don't feel like pulling out at all.
Choso looks comfortably flushed, a floaty look in his eyes, perfect contrast to the stress that's been building up the past weeks. You can't help the lovesick smile forming on your lips. "Feel better?"
He nods, still shy, now asking for a kiss with an upwards tilt of his chin, and you can't help but cheekily suggest you do this more often from now on before indulging in the affection.
smut; getting caught is one thing. Getting caught with them is another.
║▌║ top!reader, oral, anal, petting ▌│║
MDNI I collection
Hawks
Keigo grins at you, movements eager as he pushes you against the edge of your desk, his golden eyes glowing with mischief. "I'll be quick, 'kay?"
His promise does little to soothe your nerves. The office is empty, but not closed, anyone could walk in, could see you and the hero- you don't even want to think about it. Still, you don't stop him when he starts kneeling, still in uniform, still with that grin you have to look away from. Your eyes rake the empty desks, the doors, the windows while Keigo pulls your pants low easily, revealing how embarrassingly hard you are. It's impossible to play coy when he gets you going with just his presence.
Your eyes close when his lips wrap around you, tongue quivering under a desperate whimper. You curse yourself for being so down bad. Hawk's pushed up glasses bump your fingertips as you reach for the back of his head, unable to stop yourself the second you're further inside his mouth, needing the tightness of Keigo's throat, no matter how humiliating and risky it feels to indulge the hero.
You try not to, but eventually give in to the urge to look down. Bad mistake. He meets your eyes easily, crinkling under a grin he can't fully express with a mouth full of cock, and you have to physically push a hand over your lips to keep from making too much noise. Your eyes snap up when one of the office doors down the hall suddenly falls shut, and your heart nearly stops when your name is called.
Panicked you stare down, but Keigo is no use, even more eager with the added risk, and now you're forced to say something only for the sake of covering up his obscene slurping. Your only option is a silent prayer for your voice not to give out when you inevitably orgasm right in the middle of making up some excuse about paperwork-
Dabi
Dabi eagerly pushes his hips back against you, tempo encouraging the hard thrusts, continuously slapping into the roundness of his ass. It's loud, not even close to sneaky, like you tried. He doesn't bother sticking to the plan anyways, grunting like you're the only two people in the building as he takes your cock way too easily for someone who claims to be straight.
The villain's knuckles strain against the edge of the desk you have him bent over, clearly close, easily getting there with your steady pace, chasing your orgasm shamelessly. Until there's a noise. You stop, buried inside, your hands holding his hip in place while you turn to the dark hallway, unable to see anything, but alert now.
"Why the fuck did you stop!?" he snarls, looking back with furrowed brows, revealing the blush sitting just atop his cheeks.
"Shut up, I heard something," you spit back, leaning over him slightly to speak more quietly, "I think someone woke up…"
Dabi only groans in annoyance, but his attention moves to the hallway your eyes are glued to, quiet for a moment. Though that caution is disregarded soon, Dabi readjusting to brace his arms on the table, giving him enough leverage to break the hold of your hands and thrust himself back on your cock.
"Ignore it," he hisses, still definitely quieter than before, "probably just Shigaraki being a creep-" a small gasp interrupts him when you push your hips forward, hand sneaking around his head to place over his mouth, keeping him quiet while pulling him closer.
His whole body shivers against you, a helpless mewl in response to your fastened thrusts useless against your palm. "Keep quiet. He doesn't need to know it's us."
Shigaraki Tomura
It's messy, way more messy than you had planned for…. not that you planned for this at all. Still, finally, after years of fantasizing and sucking up and being so very perfect, you finally have Tomura's dick in your hand, constricted by messily opened pants, but warm and heavy rubbing against your palm. He pants into your mouth, open and unexpectedly shameless as he fumbles with your zipper, soon shoving into your boxers, mirroring your movement.
It's so hot, you feel lightheaded, jerking each other off with this sticky desperation, purposely sneaky behind a cracked door of the hideout, though not very successful. You can't help your moans, and neither can Tomura, whimpering with every squeeze, shyly thrusting against your hand, the rhythm similar to yours. You're not sure if he's done this before, with a man or anyone for that matter, cutely eager and vulnerable, a kind of state you haven't seen the LOV-leader in before You decide right here you'll never get enough of this.
Shigaraki curses against your lips while pressing closer, somewhat frantic, too aware of the impending return of the others, and you can't help but feel the same. It's a stolen moment, and you know it, feel it even under the shaking of his fingers, the subtle hesitancy in Tomura's hips, and the intensity of his sudden flinch when the voices of your crew members reach you.
You're both frantic, pants pulled up within a second and bodies disconnected, suspiciously far apart, but you don't have the mind to make the details fit. Not when Tomura looks like that with his messy hair and glassy eyes and puffy lips, and you could — maybe even should — tell him to fix it before going to see the others, but you don't. Maybe a part of you wants them to know, needs them to, because show is easier than tell. Especially when it's between you and the unreadable villain, who you know would rather die that admit he likes you.
"Xavier," you shake his shoulders gently, voice slightly urgent now after several attempts to wake him, "Xavier, the eclipse!"
Finally, he stirs, groaning, turning away from you with an arm covering his eyes, protesting the disruption of sleep. "Y/n-"
"Come on, we'll miss it!" Finally, you get him out of bed, Xavier's eyes not even fully open as you pull him out of the apartment, up the stairs and onto the roof, knowingly ignoring any protests. There's relief washing over you when you see the moon just barely shadowed in the sky. Before you can turn to your boyfriend, he's already leaning against your side, resting his entire weight on you with a sleepy hum, almost pleased.
"Look, Xavier," you try to encourage him, turning your head to see his eyes closed, peaceful on your shoulder, gently nudging him awake again. He barely manages to focus his gaze, scanning the sky with a small huff. He finally finds the moon, attention remaining in the sky for a solid moment, face struck by wonder.
"It's… pretty," Xavier acknowledges before yawning, and burying his face in your shoulder again, cutely clinging to your arm, legs clearly weak from tiredness. You can't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, like you, dork," you reach out to ruffle his hair, allowing him to lean into the affection with a smile. Silence spreads, and it feels too peaceful to be real, the scenery of a sleeping city below, and a swaying Xavier pressed to your side taken straight from a dream. "…I assume you don't want to watch the whole thing?"
He hums, heavily turning his head again, tired blue eyes observing the eclipse once more. "I don't mind staying here," he mumbles, and his smile under the dimmed moonlight makes you melt, "as long as I can keep holding you like this…"
Rafayel
It's eerily quiet. The ocean below you barely moves, lazy waves lapping at your ankles like a gentle caress, your feet safely engulfed by the bearably cool water. Rafayel sits behind you, his arms linked around your torso securely, chin resting on your shoulder. The last you heard of him was a complaint when you adjusted your position — since then, it's only been gentle breaths petting your skin, more peaceful than you're used to.
The moon is half-covered by shadow now, time, and silence starting to get to you — your lids feel heavy. It's almost too easy to drift off, perfectly able to lean your weight into the man behind you, your breaths evening out, the world soon disappearing behind blissful darkness. Until Rafayel interrupts it.
"No falling asleep, cutie."
His voice is so soft, you almost consider it imagination. Still, it pulls you back, eyes lazily focused on the half-moons reflection in the water, serene, and almost too pretty to be considered entirely real. "Sorry," you mumble, smiling to yourself. Rafayel is so calm, you can't help but imagine it must be the eclipse's doing. Moon, and ocean are closely connected, after all. He told you that often enough over the past weeks. "I'm cold…"
Your whisper evokes slight movement, Rafayel's hands shifting to cover yours, holding them tight and warm while he nuzzles the side of his face against yours. "It's not long now," his tender voice rings through your ears, making it even harder to stay awake, "I'll even make you hot chocolate when we're home."
The offer is soothing, and you can't help but sigh, feeling strangely floaty pressed tight against your lover, feet submerged in the ocean, the eclipse watching over you. And through it all, there's something growing tighter between you and Rafayel, a bond only a shadowed moon can testify, knotting deep, and forever.
Sylus
You wake up in Sylus' arms, no longer in your bed, but carried through the room towards the balcony, the sky and apartment dark, even quieter than usual. "Sylus?" you mumble, more sleep than sense in your voice as you look up at the man for reassurance.
He smiles, secure with the gesture, allowing a very warm, very safe feeling to fill you from the inside out. "You said you wanted to see the eclipse, remember?" Sylus speaks easily, the warmth of his voice contrasting the sudden cool air embracing you as he steps onto the balcony. You're nestled into his lap as he places himself on the balcony couch, one arm remaining warm around your body.
"… but it's so late," you protest weakly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before glimpsing at the sky, curious despite your fatigue. It's already partly covered, and the visual catches you in total awe, unable to take your attention off the dark red celestial body. Not even Sylus' deep chuckle makes you turn your gaze away.
"It seems worth losing some sleep over, don't you think?" his fingers brush your forehead, making sure there's no hair obstructing your view. You can feel his eyes trained intensely on you, yet the eclipse is too captivating to return his gaze. His face suddenly presses against your jaw, nuzzling shamelessly. "Make a wish, kitten."
You finally turn, unable to help a sheepish giggle, "That's not how eclipses work, Sylus…"
He returns your smile, countering with a deep hum before turning your attention back to the sky with two fingers pinching your chin. "It is now. Go ahead, Y/n… I'll make anything come true."
Caleb
You're not mad. Not even disappointed. It's not Caleb's fault he was called in last minute, merely hours before the eclipse you two planned to watch together and have been looking forward to for weeks now. Still, there's a knot twisting in your stomach as you walk up the bridge, overseeing countless military aircraft, maintenance areas, landing stripes; soldiers running, walking, working.
You can see the moon from here, hovering over the military base, already starting to darken, blood red, and everything you could have wanted out of an eclipse. But without Caleb, and spent here it's barely anything at all. Just another day. Just another moon. Just another plan stripped away because of your boyfriend's duty. Whatever.
Noticeably louder authoritarian steps interrupt your sigh, and you know Caleb's approaching you before you turn your head. "It started already?" his voice easily rings over the background noise. You don't look, simply leaning onto the railing, shrugging disinterested. Despite convincing yourself you're not mad or disappointed, there's a sting you can't hide. He chuckles at your reaction. "Don't be upset, pipsqueak…" Caleb's arms cage you in, the cold leather of his uniform now pressed against your back, strangely warm in a way. "I'm here now, aren't I?"
"I'm not upset," you mumble, the pout audible. He only laughs, familiarly vibrating against your shoulders as you press back subtly, and you two fit like puzzle pieces when he decides to lean down, chin resting on your shoulder, his lips so close to the side of your face. Shyly, your eyes cast down, observing his gloved hands curling around the railing next to yours, tempting to touch.
"Look at the moon, pipsqueak," Caleb scolds quietly, leather-covered fingers cold under your chin as he directs your attention upwards, "it's perfect." Despite his words, if you'd turn your head just a little, you'd see that all he's focusing on, is you.
The gentle sound of sniffling is by far the last sound you expected to hear with Satoru's cock in your mouth. Your eyes cast upward while pulling away, hand bracing on his thigh while you figure out if this is good crying or bad crying. Satoru covers his eyes with his hands, chest trembling with suppressed sniffles — definitely bad crying. Your concern grows when you move up, fighting the urge to pry his hands away, hurting at the sight of his trembling chest.
"What's wrong?" you try not to sound too distressed, brows furrowed, lips barely wiped with the back of your hand.
Satoru's lips tremble under a suppressed sob, quickly turning his head away further. "H-hey, don't stop-" he tries to overplay it weakly, a hand on your shoulder attempting to guide you downwards again. You don't move, but inquiring what caused this burst of emotion only gets a choked "'s embarrassing…" in response.
"God- fuck," he finally breaks, the hand on your shoulder tightening just so as he speaks, words overcoming the shakiness of his voice barely, "you just… make me feel like that. So warm… I don't- I can't-" his hand moving to cover his mouth stops his words and more threatening sniffles, eyes shutting along, forcing few more tears over his cheeks. Your heart aches.
"You're so stupid sometimes," you mumble, kissing the falling tears, hands trailing over his sides, soothing for you and him, "I love you. You deserve to be taken care of..." The words rip another audible sob from him, and you lower yourself down again, trailing kisses along Satoru's toned stomach. "Now relax. Let me finish here, baby."
Geto Suguru
Suguru's pace is steady, perfectly deep, perfectly fast, perfectly tender in a way only Suguru can be. Strong arms cage you in, keep you in place despite pleasure making you writhe and move in directions you can barely control, lost in the feeling, lost in the sound of him panting above you, groaning and growling into your shoulder as he leans down to bury his face there. Until the scene is disrupted by a sound very unfamiliar for the setting. A whimper followed by a tiny sniffle, just loud enough to catch your attention.
"S-suguru?" you pant through the haze of sex, cloudy mind clearing way too slow, "What's wrong? Hey, stop, what's going on?"
His thrusts finally halt, though his face remains buried, heavy breath mixing with the occasional, but very obvious sob. "Sorry," he manages from between clenched teeth, "just… give me a second."
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, awkward with his cock still too deep to function, and you move your hand to the back of his head, gently stroking through the strands, trying to calm without pushing him. "… did I do something?" your voice is small, careful, almost scared of the answer.
"No." The response is immediate, and immediately soothing, too. Suguru finally removes himself from the safety of your shoulder, glassy eyes meeting yours. Your fingers wipe his tears on instinct. "I just," his hips start moving again, slow now, sensual, "… it's hard to believe you still trust me after everything." Your breath hitches, both in response to the spot his dick hits, and the words he's speaking. "I love you, Y/n." His lips caress your forehead, the gesture so gentle it feels imagined. "I'd never hurt you. I promise."
Nanami Kento
Kento's fingers pump into you, routinely knowing exactly the pace and angle to make you cry out his name, your back arched, desperately pressing your hips lower onto his intrusion. The flesh of his bicep caves under your grip, nails digging into the muscle as you get closer, so desperate for him to bring you to your peak. One glimpse at his face pulls you out completely.
"Baby?" you pant, furrowing your brows at him, effectively getting his fingers to stop, and unusually glassy eyes to focus on yours. A smile so gentle it makes you melt all over again graces his features, slightly calming your concern.
"I'm sorry, my darling," Kento murmurs, so focused on you, it's like you two are the only people in the world in this moment, "you look so beautiful."
You cup his face, thumb wiping where tears threaten to fall, unable to stop yourself from mirroring his smile. "You look like you're about to cry," you whisper, the hint of a pout in your tone. It's truly unfair how loved this man can make you feel.
"I can't help it." His fingers start massaging your insides again, pressing upwards in deliberate circles, his eyes following every pleasure-ridden expression controlling your features. Kento's kiss is intense, inhaling your scent deep as his lips caress yours, and your orgasm falls over you, the peak of this intimate moment making you proclaim your pleasure past his lips.
Satan gazes at you longingly from across the room, his opened book before him, a sanctuary for his eyes in case you look over. And occasionally, you do. But Satan would rather die than have you catch him staring, so all you see as you turn your head is Satan buried deep in his pages with red cheeks.
But the demon's mind is far from the words in front of him, secretly wandering through distant lands of imagination instead of enjoying the written ones before him — his thoughts as he looks at you keep swirling back to the same idea.
Dating you. Asking you out on a date. Sweeping you off your feet with his mannerism and winning your heart for himself. But it's harder than he likes to admit. Even though humans and demons aren't so different, demon dating rituals can be quite... brutal. And Satan has a feeling that wouldn't be your style.
So he's been wrecking his brain for a proper date idea, and even though Satan knows he can just ask what you want to do, the hopeless romantic side of him doesn't comply with such simple solution. He finds reading countless human romance books to be a much better idea, even if it's time-consuming.
Your voice rips Satan out of his thoughts, a glowing red blush covering his cheeks as he realizes you did catch him staring. For an embarrassingly long time.
"What'cha reading?" you playfully repeat your question, having noticed Satan's flustered state.
He bashfully averts his eyes, no longer able to look at you now that you caught him, instead focusing on the book in his hands, maybe a bit too much. He tells you its title, and tries his best to sound confident though he still can't look into your eyes.
"Sounds fun! Why don't you come to my room later and tell me about it?"
He finally looks up again, his eyes wonderingly big. Are you asking him on a date right now? Is this how humans do it? So easily? He can't deny it makes his heart flutter, even more as your confident gaze lingers over him. Satan musters a polite smile before agreeing gently, fighting the storm screaming YES inside him.
You smile again, so prettily it drowns out the words you're saying, leaving Satan in a daze as you leave the library, catching up to one of his brothers for the next class. He watches after you, very comfortable with the idea of letting you swoon him instead of the other way around.
Xavier is quiet behind you, long enough for embarrassment to settle somewhere in your chest. The pressure of the toy inside of you increases the longer you present it to your still silent partner, until his warm hand finally braces on your cheek, pulling you apart more, tempting the plug to further exposure.
"A surprise, hm?" Xavier mutters, seeming deep in thought at the sight, his thumb brushing the silver crystal. You can hear the breathless laugh your gasp evokes when he presses against it.
Xavier's other hand finds your upper thigh, squeezing teasingly from the back before it sneaks around, fingers provoking against your arousal. "You seem to be enjoying your surprise too…" the statement is accompanied by a pleased hum when you involuntarily push back against him, chasing the friction. "So needy…."
He curiously pulls on the toy, enjoying the squirming it gets out of you. You feel his body heat when he steps closer, hips gently pressing against the back of your thighs, and you desperately try not to push back again, attempting to keep some dignity. It barely works when Xavier leans over you, leaving kisses along your spine with loving intent.
"Then… I hope you won't mind if I take my time enjoying this," he breathes against your skin, hands on your hips to pull you against his growing bulge, "don't worry. I'll make sure you'll enjoy it as well."
Zayne
//slapping
"You're pretty like this, Y/n," Zayne comments after another long passage of silent work time. You like hearing the compliment, knowing that you're doing your job — being pretty for him, bent over his desk, plugged up with the prettiest jewel. Work support as you called it.
You wiggle your hips in response to his words, cheekily looking back, though Zayne's already back to focusing on his documents, frustratingly so. Because with each passing paper he finishes and audibly lays to the side, you get needier. The pressure builds until you're unable to resist. Zayne notices immediately when you sneak a hand between your thighs, a small tsk making you jump and pull your touch away.
But clearly, Zayne doesn't deem that to be enough, a sudden slap on your ass making you jump. It wasn't hard, but startles you nonetheless, evoking a small gasp followed by a whine, again pushing your ass towards him, knowingly temping.
"Don't whine. You said you'd wait until I'm done. So wait." Maybe a pout will get him to finish quicker… It only earns another small slap. "Don't test me, sweetheart. I wouldn't mind spending the night in the office."
Sylus
//semi-public, multiple orgasms
Horrible idea. Maybe the worst one you've had so far. By now, you're not even sure what possessed you to do this — slip a butt plug in before date night with Sylus, completely miscalculating the bike ride to the location. Your whole body is on fire, legs hurting, brain buzzing. You came maybe twice. Or three times. You can't even tell, everything is numb with pleasure and wet with release, and the bike is still vibrating mercilessly against the toy.
If Sylus has noticed your squirming, he hasn't said anything yet, a trusted driver, his back warm and safe against your chest, though like this, you just feel dirty and shameful clinging to him. Finally arriving at the venue isn't as much of a release as you had hoped it'd be. You barely get off the bike. legs too wobbly, forcing you to hold onto Sylus. He raises a brow at you.
"What's got you so shaken up, kitten?"
You contemplate for a moment, leaning against the safety Sylus provides. No way you can sit down in that restaurant. No way. A quick glance around the parking lot promises privacy, and you make your decision. A hearty laugh rings through the space after you guided Sylus' hand down your pants and let him feel the toy inside of you.
"Oh, how naughty," he muses, pressing against the jewel, thoroughly enjoying your protesting squeal, "then, should we go back home? Or is sitting through dinner just the right punishment for thinking you could get away with this."
Caleb
//creampie, overstimulation
Caleb groans into your ear, shamelessly lost in pleasure as he comes, hard and deep after using your ass, his release filling your insides with sticky warmth. He keeps fucking it deeper, small ruts against your insides to fuck the seed as deep as he can, always obsessed with filling you up.
"Fuck- pipsqueak," he pants, a sheer layer of sweat shiny on his forehead, bicep shaking as he keeps holding himself up through the primal forces of lust. "Can you keep this inside for me?" Caleb groans into your ear, snapping his hips forward again.
You barely manage to nod before Caleb reaches over into the nightstand, focused and eager to pull one of the butt plugs out of it. His eyes rake you, twirling the toy between his fingers, taking in the sight of you still fucked out on his cock before he pulls out, eyes shining when his semen starts to leak out.
"Let's save this for later, yeah?" The plug slips into you, stretching your rim just a bit further than Caleb's dick did before it settles inside, nicely cool, though not for long. "I love when you wear my cum, Y/n," he murmurs, lips by your neck, descending downwards because even if he promised this was the last round, Caleb can never get enough. Especially not, when you're still flushed and whiny with a toy keeping his DNA inside of you.
Zayne's skin glistens under the sun, lathered in the sunscreen you applied previously. The shine makes his muscled look carved, like the statue of a Greek God sitting next to you, lazily scanning the beach behind dark sunglasses — very distracting. It's only a matter of time before your hands reach for the sunscreen bottle again, nudging him to turn to you.
"I should reapply I think," you announce innocently, smiling up at him when he shifts, moving the glasses to muster you with deep green eyes.
"I agree sun protection is important," you ignore the slightly amused tone just barely layering his usual aloofness, and already start to spread the cream over his arm, definitely not squeezing his bicep more than necessary in the process, "but you're… overdoing it a little."
You hum, only pretending to listen while your mind is fully occupied with the slick feeling of his pecs molding under your touch, eyes trained on the plump muscles until Zayne catches your wrist, stopping your movement. His eyes are already on yours when you look up, exaggeratedly innocent.
"If you wanted to spend the evening touching me," Zayne leans a little closer, just enough to lower his voice, "we should have stayed in the hotel…"
Sylus
Sylus's brows furrow when you hold his face in place, deliberately rubbing the sunscreen in circles into his forehead. The chances of it blending in properly seem slim.
"You applied too much again, am I right?" he scolds, the corners of his lips pulling down slightly, the annoyance visible.
"No…?" you suggest, although not very convincing. Leaning back slightly, his face looks comically white, covered in one too many layers of sunscreen, but your admiration is cut short when he opens his eyes and removes your hand from his face with dominant fingers.
"Enough now. The sun is setting anyway, sweetie. Focus on that."
Your hand relaxes in his hold when you turn your head, attention fully captured by the the first minutes of an orange-tinted sky, so enamored, you have no time to react when Sylus sneakily smears a blob of sunscreen right in the center of your nose.
"Hey-" he cuts you off by wrapping his arm around your waist, easily pulling you against his side, a way too triumphant smirk pulling his lips.
"Don't get upset, kitten. We'll take a shower later."
Caleb
You absentmindedly watch a small group of kids playing further down the beach, the atmosphere serene, especially calm with Caleb dozing next to you, spread out on his back in the bright blue swim-trunks you can't take your eyes off for too long. As your eyes scan over the hardened muscles shifting with every breath, you really can't help the tingle of excitement sparking in your stomach.
Two wolves keep growling in your head — one arguing to allow Caleb some peace for once, and let the colonel rest, the other to bother him, be annoying, get his attention any way possible. The latter seems to be winning.
"Whoa!" Caleb sits up aburptly when you squirt the cold sunscreen directly onto his abs without any warning. The surprised look on his face is pricelessly adorable, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at you after identifying you as the culprit.
"Sorry," you grin, entirely unapologetic, reaching out into the small puddle on his stomach, spreading the cream, "you definetely need reapplying, though!" The ridges of his muscles feel satisfyingly textured under your touch, flexing shortly before going fully soft as he lets himself fall back onto the towel, groaning playfully.
"You're horrible," he mutters from underneath the arm he slung over his blushing face, twitching ever so often when your hands smooth over a new area of his torso.
Choso's nervousness around you is undeniable. Biting his nails, bouncing his leg, glancing away as soon as you look over — it's irresistible. Even more when even despite his clear anxiety, he can't help but gravitate towards you. His shy eyes flit from your gaze once more, and you've finally had enough.
"C'mere, baby."
His head snaps up, red-lined eyes wide with surprise — you usually don't regard him the evening after a job. Despite being visibly anxious, he obeys, careful steps on carpet until he's in front of you, hands hidden beneath hoodie sleeves, lips stretched under nervous teeth. You pull him onto your lap with ease, feeling how tense his muscles are against your body.
"What're you thinking about, bunny?" you murmur against his warm neck, letting your lips brush shivering skin.
Choso shakes his head, thighs shifting over yours, seated like a princess on her throne, just without the confidence of one. "Nothing…" he mutters, ducking his head away when your hand moves to his waist, quietly possessive.
"Don't lie." The warning has him bite the inside of his cheek, unable to help the drop of his stomach. He almost feels guilty, being so intimidated by you despite dating for so long, but it's hard not to feel this way — not when you're keeping obvious secrets, when you look at him like he's prey, when you make him feel small with just a touch.
He lays a hand over yours, fingers slightly cool, and clearly looking for reassurance as he speaks, voice shakily aware of the usually avoided topic. "I was wondering how your job went…?"
He doesn't expect much more than your usual silence about it, maybe a small scolding for bringing it up. Instead, you pull him closer, pressing right against him, your breath warm against his ear. "Good." After all, what's the secrecy for, anyways? Choso's not stupid, he notices the stench when you get home, the look in your eyes, the obscene amount of money after each job. "Does what I do scare you?"
Choso barely swallows the gasp when he hears the question, and feels your hand descend to his thighs, mindlessly stroking over clothed skin. Not only is this the most you've allowed the topic to persist, but that tone you're using is carrying the conversation in a direction he'd not have expected… ever. And despite the feeling that this is some kind of trap, Choso answers naively honest, "… yeah."
You hum, easily repositioning him on your lap, Choso's back pressing against your chest now, legs forced to spread over your thighs. He doesn't protest, so used to being moved around and arranged how you like him, he barely even notices — even relaxes into your touch as you trail down his stomach, chin hooking over his shoulder. "Then…" his hand wraps around your wrist when your fingers unexpectedly breach his waistband, intruding the warmth simmering below, "are you scared of me, hm?"
The little resistance he put up vanishes into a pretty whine as soon as your fingers slide deeper, trespassing his trimmed curls into a surprisingly soaked slit — so much, even his panties cling with wetness to the back of your fingers. "N-no," he gasps in response to your question, hips twitching against your touch, confirming he is as needy as his pussy suggests.
"… lying to me again?" your fingers spread his folds, rubbing between them without much pressure — teasing.
Choso can't help but squirm, trying to get you to stimulate his clit, trying to avoid your question, trying everything but to think about that dark undertone lacing your words, spiking his heartbeat once more. You're patient with your touch, moving further down to the source of his gushing need before stroking back up, ignoring the twitch of Choso's hips with amused ease.
He gives in with a quiet whine, clearly embarrassed, and maybe nervous to admit it. "Y-you scare me, Y/n… sometimes."
Your middle finger slips inside with no resistance, engulfed by weeping warmth, and textured flesh, the intrusion rewarded with Choso's surprised moan, and the downward motion of his pelvis, pressing his ass perfectly against your swelling crotch.
"Good boy." You gently kiss his shoulder, slowly moving your finger in and out of him while shifting to suck and bite along his neck, tender but undeniably possessive. "What exactly scares you, bunny? Tell me, I'll reward you." Your cock twitches in anticipation, proving restraint to be a challenge.
It's subtle, but Choso shakes his head, unwilling to share the anxieties floating through his head, uselessly hoping you'd let him off the hook. He realizes how little chance he has of avoiding it when you pull your finger out and decide to circle his clit instead, far too slow to be truly pleasurable. You feel the deeply settled shudder move through his body as he tries to sort his thoughts.
"I'm…" your finger slides back into him, this time accompanied by another, "scared of what you can do…" Choso's body fights the disparity between the contents of his speech, and how safe, and loved your languid thrusts feel, "scared you'll- ah-" you push upwards, massaging into his g-spot familiarly, making it harder for his rapidly melting brain to form words, "you'll hurt m-me-"
Your fingers still for a second, somewhat surprised by the answer, even more surprised how much it makes pre leak into your sweats. "Oh, bunny," you coo, making a point of shoving deeper into him, "I'd never hurt you. You're mine, right?" And when he so naively agrees, almost desperate to do so, even shoving himself back against your cock, you almost feel bad for lying to him to blatantly.
You stare at the plant on your desk, squinting at the familiar, yet strange thing. It is the kind of plant you owned, just not the one you left Izuku with. Same type, same pot, different plant. Your boyfriend stands next to you, nervousness radiating off of him, cheeks slightly red, eyes flitting between you and your desk.
"That's not my plant," you state dryly, fully confident now, eyes shifting to Izuku, who looks like guilt might just swallow him right there.
He presses his lips together before finally meeting your eyes, glassy and so remorseful. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracks halfway through, "I thought you wouldn't notice…" Izuku reaches for the plant, pulling it toward himself like taking back the mistake of replacing it. His fingers play with the leaves nervously.
The sight is so cute, you really can't stay mad at him, slowly pushing the pot back to where it stood. "Don't worry about it," you lean close to kiss his forehead, fingers ruffling his hair. "Thanks for getting me a new one."
Bakugou Katsuki
Katsuki looks more pissed about this situation than he should be. It was your plant after all, yet your boyfriend stares at the wilted plant on your desk like it personally offends him. "… maybe she just didn't like you…" you suggest carefully, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, trying to hide your amusement.
"Tsk," he crosses his arms in front of his chest, turning his face away from the situation entirely. "Not my fault it's so damn weak."
"Didn't say it was your fault," you reassure, pulling him closer by his wrist, and resting your head on his shoulder, still smiling while looking at the dead plant. It's kind of cute Katsuki couldn't keep it alive for two weeks. "Let's go plant shopping tomorrow. Find a stronger one just for you." Hiding your grin is futile at this point.
"Dumbass."
Dabi
"Dabi, what the hell!?"
The villain takes his time strolling to your room, leisurely chewing on one of the snacks you brought him, audacious as always. "What?"
"My plant?? You said you'd take care of it," you glare at him, pointing to the sad, brownish grey thing that's left of your leafy companion. Dabi's brows rise, looking past you to where you're pointing, face reflecting the slightest bit of recognition.
"Riiiight…" he takes another bite, "I knew I was forgetting something…"
"I really liked that thing you know?" your glare earns a small scoff before he steps closer, pulling you in without shame.
"Don't pout. I'll dig up a new one, kay?"
Shigaraki Tomura
You two stare at the empty space on your desk in silence, slight frown over Tomura's features, contrasting your confused look. "Where's my plant?"
"Gone."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Means it's gone." Tomura turns to leave the room and the topic behind, though you're not ready to let it go this easily. Your hand catches his wrist keeping him within the potential crime scene. You ignore the huff of disproval.
Squeezing his wrist, you meet your boyfriend's eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling slightly. "Either you threw it out or you dusted it, which one is it?"
He tilts his head away, allowing his smooth locks to hide his eyes from view. "… 'm not telling you…" and you can't help but laugh at his grumpy tone.
tags: cat tomura shigaraki, quirk accident, crack treated seriously, the princess and the frog but wrong
synopsis: When you see a cat getting attacked, you make it your mission to rescue and care for said cat. It turns out he is a bit of an asshole, and a little more human than you thought.
wc: 3.8k
warnings: cat fights, suggestive
a/n: the part three no one asked for. my dumbest, cheesiest fic ever <3
Chapter One | Chapter Two
It was a beautiful day, characterized by the gentle hum of insects as they sang you a midday song. The sun, halfway into its journey across the sky, filtered warm rays of light through the clouds and onto your fur. With a stretch, you felt your tail flicker against something furry.
Your eyes flew open as you sprung to your feet. Or paws. Shit.
Tomura, curled up in a ball next to you, flicked his tail as he sighed, "Five more minutes…" Your eyes softened as you heard that sentence. It had been said a lot lately, as your now-boyfriend, (and sometimes his friends), wandered in and out of your apartment over the last few weeks—much like the stray he was when you met him.
"Tomura," you hissed, literally this time, "Madam Meow got us. We're both cats!"
He lazily opened his eyes, before shutting them in a yawn. "Okay, so we kiss and get clothes soon, no big deal."
"I am not wandering around naked!"
Flopping down on his side, Tomura rubbed his patchy fur over the grass below him. "What's the issue? I've already seen you naked."
Your mind flashed back to when he saw you undress in the bathroom the first time… and then every time after that. If cats could blush, you definitely would be doing that right now. "Just because you have doesn't mean I want others to," you huffed indignantly.
Looking down at him, you could imagine the smug, lopsided grin that frequented his face when you reminded him you were together. "Okay, fine. I see your point."
"Anyways," you coughed, looking around to gather your bearings. The last thing you remembered was from the night before, when Tomura came over for a date. There wasn't anything particular that stood out to you. Several of your previous dates went the same way—the two of you on the couch, eating takeout from the same place you always ordered from. Your eyes narrowed when you thought of the extra item you received—the small container of Ohagi that was placed at the top of the bag. At the time, you thought it was a gift from the restaurant; a thank you for being such loyal customers. Thinking back on it now, though, they did taste more bitter than normal, and you had never seen Ohagi on the menu before.
"I think we were drugged then dumped out here."
Tomura blinked up at you slowly. "Why would she dump us? Didn't she want the reward money?"
If you could move your shoulders up to shrug, you would. Unfortunately you were a cat, and that was something your newfound anatomy wouldn't allow. "Maybe the cops didn't believe her." The more you thought about it, the funnier it got.
Tomura apparently thought so too. "Do you think she showed the cops two cats and they thought she was lying?"
"Do you think she stood there, trying to press the faces of two passed-out cats together to get them to kiss?"
"That's fucking ridiculous," Tomura laughed, the noise like music to your ears. He was so serious all the time. It was nice to see him more relaxed for once.
The moment was broken by the sound of a nearby car. Your head swiveled as you looked for the source of the noise.
"Over there," Tomura hopped up, looking over the yellow car driving down the road, easily 600 meters away. You definitely wouldn't have been able to hear it if you were still human. "Let's follow the road, hopefully there'll be a sign."
You fell into pace with him as you weaved through the tall grass towards the road. "What if we're going away from Musutafu instead of towards it?"
He looked like the Cheshire Cat as he grinned. "Then we'll just turn around."
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you trotted over the dirt next to the cracked asphalt. There were very few cars driving by in either direction, which you were grateful for. You were still getting used to your increased sense of hearing—any loud noises were like nails on a chalkboard.
You hoped you'd get used to it. There were things, your job, and Tomura's plans, that you had to get back for soon. "So, you ready for the meeting Twice secured you?"
"I think so. I'm not quite sure what to expect. Knowing Twice, he could've secured us either an NPC or a big boss. I trust him, though."
"That's good. I hope it goes well." Despite your words, part of you was a bit disappointed. Tomura hadn't explicitly asked if you wanted to join the League, and you felt a bit weird asking your boyfriend to join his villain organization. His frequent rants against heroes—against society, made you want to take action. But what if he didn't want you? What if you were too inexperienced?
Noticing your expression, he stalled to rub his face against yours. Then, just as quickly as he turned around, he was back to leading you down the road. You smiled. He was cute when he was embarrassed.
Your paws were only beginning to ache by the time you spotted a sign—you knew the name of this road. If you continued south, which you seemed to be doing, based on the position of the sun, eventually the road would turn into one of Musutafu's main expressways.
"So? We going in the right direction, then?"
Tail rattling with excitement, you turned to Tomura. "We are! We're maybe an hour outside of the city by car."
"Hm." Tomura's tail twitched in thought. "I've only played games where you dodge speed limits. What's it in here?"
"About 60 kilometers an hour here, but it's slower in places. It'll probably take us a day to walk there, even with our cat speed."
You always thought that Tomura possessed a cat-like ferality, even when he was human. It was increasingly evident now that he was a cat, his eyes thin rings of crimson. "Excellent. We're gonna annihilate Madam Meow tomorrow, then."
A hour into your trek down the road, you were perplexed when Tomura pointed out a small dot along the horizon.
"There's a temple up ahead. Maybe we can find shelter there."
With a newfound energy, you both continued en route to the temple, eager to finally partake in a night's rest. As you approached the structure, Tomura came to a halt. "Hold on, I see something."
Suddenly he hunched up, his baby blue, patchy fur standing on end. The hissing, yowling sound that came from the back of his throat made your own fur raise in fear. Whatever he saw, you didn't want to come any closer.
Tomura's yowls were quickly drowned out by a chorus of hissing that seemed to surround you. It was then when you saw them. Two, no, three cats emerged from the high, yellow grasses surrounding either side of the beaten path.
Although they didn't seem friendly, you could at least attempt to communicate with them. "Hey, we don't mean to be in your territory. We're just looking for a safe place to sleep," you called out to them. However, your words didn't seem to deter them, their ears pinched tight to their heads as they continued their advance.
"They can't understand you," Tomura growled, his back still arched to make him look bigger. "I tried that the first time I got turned into a cat. Unless they were turned by Madam Meow, they're just useless mini-bosses."
Even with his hissing and fur standing on end, Tomura didn't seem to be intimidating enough to deter the other cats. They continued to close in on you both, their growls low.
Suddenly, Tomura yelled, "run!"
You both raced across the grass and over the forest floor, leaping and bounding through fallen leaves. Adrenaline coursed through you as you ran, and although you were running as fast as you could, you were falling behind compared to Tomura, who was apparently used to running from all his villainy. The other cats were still hot on your tail, when suddenly you took a wrong step, tumbling forward.
This was it. You were done for. You should've just done what Tomura wanted. Kissing him, then wandering around naked in the woods didn't seem so bad. You could've weaved some clothes out of grass. Maybe you'd have embraced it, and became Japan's newest cryptid. Anything was better than getting ripped to shreds by the most territorial, horrifying cats you've ever seen.
Eyes closed, you braced yourself for the sharp pain of a bite or a scratch. However, the pain never came. Tomura's form flew past the edges of your vision as he leaped onto the white cat closest to you, sinking his claws into its face. It yowled in pain, swiping back at Tomura. Horror gripped you as rivets of blood trickled down his side. You had to do something—there was no way he could take on three cats at once.
The other two, a large, orange cat and a smaller gray tabby, both stood on the fray of the action. The orange cat's eyes remained trained to your form, ready to make a move, while the tabby watched the fight for an opening.
As fast as your legs could carry you, you raced towards the tabby, startling it into running back into the field. The orange cat was more prepared for your attack, hissing as you approached. There was no way you could take him on your own. Still, you reared up, preparing to sink your teeth into his neck. You bit him with a ferocity—not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but certainly enough to hurt him. Abruptly, your teeth were dislodged from his flesh as a smear of blue painted the edges of your vision. Tomura must have won his fight with the white cat. The orange cat scrambled up, disappearing into the grass as it ran.
"Well that was a bust," you wheezed, trying to catch your breath. While you were mostly unscathed, Tomura looked worse for wear, a long, thin scratch spanning his neck to his side. "Let's find a place to patch you up."
"Okay."
You both continued through the woods, looking for a spot. "You know, I really wish we could've talked to those cats. Maybe they could've offered some cat words of wisdom," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Wisdom? What wisdom could a cat offer?" Tomura asked, tired but genuinely curious.
"You know, like how to hunt and stuff."
He scoffed, standing taller. "I can do that, easy. After we find a spot, you'll see."
"Even as a cat? And wait, aren't you hurt? You shouldn't be hunting while injured."
"I'm fine," he huffed, pausing to sharped his claws on the bark of a nearby tree.
He was taking this more seriously than you thought he would. "Okay, I believe you."
After a few minutes of trotting through the nearby woods surrounding the temple to the east, you spotted a hollowed branch, high in one of the trees. It looked perfect; high enough to be hidden from predators and other cats, but low enough that you were able to jump down without injuring yourselves.
"There!" You exclaimed.
Tomura seemed pleased, his ears pointed forward. "Looks like a good spawn point. You stay up there while I go hunt. I saw some squirrels earlier that looked tasty."
"Okay." Climbing up the tree, you curled into a ball, taking a cat nap while you waited for your boyfriend to return.
The sound of claws scraping into tree bark snapped you out of your dreams, Tomura's blue ears peaking out from the nearby branch. You stretched, taking in his appearance. Patches of his fur were slick with blood, fusing the strands to his skin. It was the worst around his maw, which was occupied by an aforementioned dead squirrel.
He placed the animal down in front of you, eyes wide as he awaited your reaction. He looked so… proud.
"Thank you, Tomura," you mumbled. Apparently you weren't a cat long enough for your cat-instincts to take over; it still looked gross—too fleshy, covered in fur, and… squirrel-like.
If he noticed your discomfort, he didn't acknowledge it, only purring at your praise. "No problem."
You hummed. "You go ahead and eat it. I'll eat the leftovers."
His eyes narrowed at you. "I caught this for you. You eat first, I'll go after."
Eating this squirrel was one of the last things you wanted to do. "You don't eat enough anyways, you go first," you cringed, giving it one last attempt.
Tomura growled at you, his ears flat.
"Okay, fine, jeez." Tentatively, you nibbled some of its flesh from the wound on its neck. It wasn't half bad. The texture would normally be strange on your human tongue, but it was fine on the rough pads of your cat tongue. Tomura's ears snapped forward as he watched you eat, his purr intensifying as you enjoyed his hunt.
After taking your fill, you stepped back to let Tomura eat, staring at him as he wolfed down the remaining meat. You'd never seen him this bloody before, and a lack of running water was going to make this difficult. Deep down, you knew what you had to do.
You tackled him as soon as he was done eating, licking his face and head as he squirmed. "What are you doing?"
"You're covered in blood, and your wound needs to be cleaned," you managed to spit out in between licks.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes, stiff under you. But slowly, almost involuntarily, a deep rumble began to emanate from his chest as he relaxed.
As you slowed down, not finding much blood on him anymore, he slowly blinked at you. Wordlessly, he pulled you into him, licking the top of your head as you drifted off to sleep.
It was still mostly dark when you awoke, the sun nestled within the sea of tree trunks. A shiver ran through you, colder than you were when you went to sleep. Where was Tomura?
It wasn't hard to spot him, hunched in an angry loaf at the branch's high point, staring at you unblinking. This wasn't anything new for him. He woke up before you often—sometimes not sleeping at all. If there was one thing that you could count on, it'd be that he'd be the sight you'd see every morning.
He turned towards the horizon as you moved to nestle close to him. "How long have you been awake for?"
"Since just before dawn."
You licked a few quick swipes down the length of his chin. "See anything interesting?"
"Not really. It's been mostly quiet," he mumbled, nuzzling his head into yours. His tail twitched against your side. "I want to leave soon. The League was supposed to meet today."
"Oh." You felt your own tail twitch in disappointment. "Well, I guess we can leave now."
Hopping down from the branch, you both found your way back to the main road. From your estimations, you still had about twelve hours left until you reached your apartment. This was going to be a long day.
Any lingering anxieties about your place in Tomura's life faded to the background, your usual jokes and banter resurfacing as you walked.
About four hours in, Tomura's ears stood on end. "Do you hear that?"
"No, what?" You couldn't hear anything over the sound of rumbling in your stomach. Your hunger, simmering since this morning, had risen to a gentle boil in the last hour.
"I hear water up ahead. It may be a good place to get our hydration stat up."
"Sounds good to me," you trotted after him.
Sure enough, a thin stream flowed through a ditch perpendicular to the main road. The water seemed clear enough, reflecting sky above. Taking a spot next to your boyfriend, you bowed your head, taking a tentative sniff of the water. It smelled fine enough. Lapping at the water, you both drank your fill. If you couldn't find food, at least you had water.
Tomura abruptly stopped drinking, eyes narrowed at a dark shape lurking beneath the surface of the water. Maybe there was something edible beneath the water. Crouching, he wiggled his butt. Before you could blink or even tell him to be careful, he was leaping into the water, splashing you and soaking your fur. He emerged victorious, his scarred mouth stretched in a wide grin as he held a large, spotted brown fish in his maw.
"Lunch." The words came out muffled as the fish flopped between his jaws, attempting to escape his sharp teeth. Your whiskers twitched in delight—this would be just like eating sashimi.
The sun was close to setting as you finally made your way into the city. Most didn't pay you any mind as you both raced through the streets, weaving through the sea of workers on their way home. You recognized the line of shops on this street—by your estimations, you were only a few blocks from home.
Slipping through the door of a local tourist shop, you scanned the store for people. It was mostly empty this time of evening, to your relief. Tomura turned to you. "I'll make sure no one's watching. And if they are, I'll dust them, okay?"
"Okay," you sighed, trembling from nerves. What if the transformation didn't work, and you were stuck like this forever? What about your job? Your life? Tomura's life—the League?
All of your anxieties disappeared in a bright flash as you transformed back into a human, naked as the day you were born.
Tomura stood in between the clothing rack and you, covering you with his body as you quickly slipped on an oversized t-shirt and matching shorts. The words "I Heart Japan," written in English, were stark against the white background, large across your chest. Switching with Tomura, you covered him as he changed. Looking at him, you were certain you both looked ridiculous.
About to run out before the shop attendant noticed, you froze as a pair of hands settled on your waist, holding you in place. "Let me decay the security tags before we leave. Hold still." You blushed as Tomura stuck one hand down your shorts, and one by your nape, turning the tags into dust. "There." From the way he smiled at you, you had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Let's go," pointer fingers interlocked, you pulled him with you, bolting out the door and onto the street. As you jogged the way back to your apartment, you watched for signs of a nearby hero, ready to arrest the two of you. Luckily, none showed up by the time you shut the door behind you both. You did it—you got back in one piece.
You could tell Tomura was raring to leave your apartment and track down Madam Meow. The thoughts lingered even through activities that would normally enrapture him. Even making him inspect you for any lingering quirk effects while in the shower didn't grasp his full attention.
After he spent more time glaring at the food you made rather than eating it, you finally asked, "So, what's your plan for Madam Meow? We know where she is, her studio address is online. You and the rest of the League could go track her down tomorrow."
He cocked his head in confusion. "You're not coming with?"
Now you were also confused. "Do you want me to?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're part of the League, aren't you?"
Well now you felt silly for not asking him straight up. "Oh. I didn't think you wanted me to join," you blinked.
"Of course I do," his words came out reassuring, despite the way his brows knit together. "You're dating me, so you're part of the League."
Throwing your arms around him, you nuzzled your face into his neck, lapping at his jawline with your tongue. Tomura yelped, his face as red as his eyes. Transformed back or not, it seemed some cat instincts never left. You would almost be embarrassed, cringing at yourself, but his reaction was too intriguing—you knew what you were doing for the rest of the night.
Madam Meow's studio was exactly like you expected. The room was small and windowless, located in the basement of a building in downtown Musutafu. Each wall was covered in posters of her own face and various cat memorabilia, cat scratchers and toys littering the floor. A purple couch took up the majority of the room, positioned behind a low table and two chairs.
Quietly slipping inside behind Tomura, you locked the front door with a click. There she was, sat hunched over her laptop on the table: Madam Meow. It'd be a matter of who could get to and use their quirk on the other first—the League or her. Tomura raced towards her first, his fingers splayed as he swiped at her. He was fast, but the length he had to travel to reach her gave her just enough time to jump out of the way. Running after him, you positioned yourself behind the cat woman, ready to grab her should she move again. Strategically, Tomura swiped at her in a way that sent her reeling back into you, allowing you to close in on and hold her wrists behind her back.
Madam Meow struggled against your grasp. It seemed the gravity of her situation finally hit her as she began to plead. "It wasn't anything personal, I swear! The cat whispering business isn't very lucrative, you know! I'm sure we can make out a deal and split the reward money," she babbled, squirming in the way you'd seen cats do when they didn't want to be held.
It was rare that you saw Tomura as more than just your boyfriend. You'd seen what'd he'd done on TV—the attack on USJ. Kamino ward. But seeing Tomura as Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains up close—that was something different. And you had to admit… it was kinda hot.
His hand wrapped around Madam Meow's shoulder, decaying her in an instant.
"Finally," he huffed. If he was still a cat, his whiskers would be twitching. "She's gone."
"Finally is right," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. While this chapter of cat transformations was over, a new one began.
"You ready to go meet up with the rest of the League, then?"
You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I thought you'd never ask."
