#becoming a furry could fix angela I think

[arolesbianism]

The real reason Knox had to be perma killed off is that if they were around in ruina they would have just fixed everyone instantly by having them all make fursonas

[nekokoaa]

Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (I)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warnings: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

Chapter I warning: Slight NSFW

(Chapter I/VII) New Mini Series!

You know when you tell yourself, “fuck it, just write it”? Well that’s what happened lul I read a fairy tale for my Genre class and I really like it and couldn’t help but think of Kacchan. The story is original by me, but the idea was born from this fairy tale. It’s late, so excuse the errors. I’ll fix them later. ENJOY!!

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

(Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter III) (Chapter IV) ((click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.))

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I.

The beat of your heart was furiously drumming within your chest, harmonizing with the movement of your boots pushing against the thin sheet of angel white snow upon the landscape. Desperately, they destroyed the natural smooth surface of the bed as they kicked and displaced the clumped snow sporadically. It revealed the dirt lying beneath it, disrupting the purity of the untouched ice. It was of no concern to you that the snow in your upcoming path was to be wrecked by your storming feet. The howl that soared through the crisp air of the evening and echoed against the hollow logs of the towering trees, brought the fear of flight within you. Your mouth hanged open, your breath escaped through in pants like a white ghost disappearing into the chilling breeze that flowed against you. Your eyes were painfully dry, but you could barely blink with the knowing fear of him catching up to you. You could almost hear the pounding of his boots on the snow directly behind you. He was breathing so heavily; his voice came out. He was snarling, and you thought you felt the heat of his breath through the heavy fur covering your back. You started to whimper, afraid if you looked back, you would see his frightening crimson eyes again, glowing in the darkest parts of the forest. Distracted by the startling sound of a ferocious howl in the distance, you didn’t avoid the uprooted tree root barely covered in snow.

You fell upon the ground, sliding through the frozen surface. It happened so fast that you didn’t have enough time to figure out why you fell. You started clawing through the ground, feeling the piercing cold all the way to the bones of your fingers. It was numbing your senses, but you continued until you scattered to get up and run. Your foot started to numb as it was introduced to the bitter reality of your boot being left behind. And on that same leg, a burning pain appeared on your shin as thick liquid slid down your leg, mixing in a new color to the dirtied snow left behind in your tracks. Red.

“No…” You sobbed as the pain increased, spreading to your knees and making you limp. You felt like an injured animal escaping from your hunter. Any second now and he would catch up and devour you. You knew there was no mercy when it came to them, food was scarce, and there was a large platter of free food deep in the forest. You limped until the pain was unbearable and you fell in front of a tree, turning around to clutch your shin that was spilling blood profusely. Even the heavy skirt you wore started to stain by the obvious liquid. You knocked your head back against the tree trunk, trying to catch your breath, coughing as the combined pain of your chest, leg, and fingers were too much.

Any second now, you thought as another sob left you when you coughed. You thought you could get away, but you were wrong. It was almost impossible to outrun them.

Your eyes peered at the darkness beyond the trees. You were in an opening of the forest, the dense proximity of the trees ceased, and you were leaning on the sole tree planted right in the middle. The moon solemnly hanged in the sky, complete and pearly white with its slight blemishes spread upon the surface. The smooth light shined down, giving a milky coating to the color of your skin. It was the only calm image around you in your last few moments of life.

A twig snapped and in that same moment a gasp left you, your dry eyes started to burn by your tears emerging and you felt your throat tightened at the presence of your stalker appearing from the darkness. Striking red eyes that were hard to miss glowed in your direction, the moonlight gave color to his blonde hair and pointed ears, and he was wearing a red sleeveless top with a fur cloak around his shoulders. The pants on him were baggy and styled with heavy silver and white boots made from the skin and wool of sheep. You flinched when he stepped forward, the snow crunching under his magnificent boots, and his gaze intense as it was fixed on your shivering figure like he was watching his prey. His expression was ferocious, the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, his scrunched-up nose, and worst of all, the white fangs that shown themselves when his large tongue moved to lick his lips.

“Please…” He towered over you in seconds despite your plead. Soon, crouching down and wrapping his cold fingers around the ankle of your injured leg. He pulled you roughly, making you slide slightly off the tree. You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as you tried to pull your leg away from him but his superhuman strength kept you locked in your position. “Please, stop…” You whimpered even though it was useless, nothing could stop the beast from devouring his meal.

You felt the chilled breeze upon your bare legs as your wool skirt was flipped, revealing the redden gash upon your shin, flesh dug up and forcibly split by whatever you fell on. It was stinging from being exposed to the frosty atmosphere, or perhaps, by the lingering red gaze of the beast. “Don’t eat me…” You whispered, suddenly losing your voice after. Whether he heard you or not didn’t matter, he briefly licked his lips and you found your voice again through a squeal when you felt his tongue engulf the entirety of your gash. Pain quickly surged through your body as you felt him grip your lower thigh and calf with his sharp nails poking your flesh.

He slowly licked your wound and you watched his lips become stained with your blood, it smeared around his mouth like he was eating a pomegranate—fresh and sweet, your blood was to him.

You were wincing to the pain his nails were giving you, but strangely, no pain was coming from the area where his tongue was. It was lathering across the open wound, and yet all you felt was his hot tongue and the rough texture of his taste buds against your ruptured flesh. He started to groan softly, his breathing becoming heavier as it brushed upon your leg, heating it up with every quick exhale. Those red eyes that eagerly watched you through the abyss of the forest were now staring up at you hungrily and heavily intoxicated by the iron taste of your blood. His tongue was moving sensually, and you easily felt the heat beaming from those crimson irises.

Something about watching him lick your chilled skin was stirring something within you. Your legs started to shiver, but not of the cold that surrounded your slightly exposed body but of a feeling blossoming in the inner regions of your lower stomach. You were getting lost in the rhythm of his pants, wandering in the hazy want of his intense eyes. Your breath began to tremble, and you tried to squeeze your legs together to withstand the odd sensation growing, but he held your leg still and showed no signs of letting go. You were suddenly aware of his hand on your lower thigh, and you noticed that it was the first time a man’s hand had touched there.

You were a flower that had yet to bloom in the late of spring. Pure, untouched and suddenly, bombarded with desires. You never shivered in the way a man could make you, and curiosity—maybe naivety, was keeping you from your fear of the beast.

You saw the pointed furry ears twitch on the top of his head and then you heard a voice in the distance. It was calling your name urgently.

The movement of his tongue ceased, and he lifted his head from your leg. His alarmingly bright eyes never wavered from your face, and his lips and cheeks were painted red while his hands released your leg. You were met with bitter chill of the wind, and you oddly craved for the warmth of his tongue to visit you again. The gash upon your leg was cleaned of your blood as a jagged line—like someone had unevenly patched it—was all that remained. You then saw the man slowly lick his lips for the third time, catching sight of his fangs once again, and your heart pulsed at the carnality hidden within his gesture.

“____!�� And just like how he arrived, the beast vanished into the shadows. And Izuku, the young man who frantically called your name, rushed out of the darkness and into the opening of the forest. He was holding your boot in his hands. His freckled cheeks and nose were red probably because of the icy air around him and he was trying to catch his breath when he stopped in front of you. You made sure to pull down your skirt before he walked over you, shielding the wound from his eyes. “Are you okay, ____?” Izuku asked, crouching down beside you. You gave him a soft smile and nodded and instantly, Izuku sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I was afraid when we got separated that a wolf would come after you. It’s dangerous around this time in the forest.”

“No. They didn’t.” You lied. “I just tripped and hurt myself, I’ll be okay.”

“That’s good, here…” He lifted your foot and helped you slip on your boot. He then helped you stand, and you felt a bit wobbly on your feet, so you threw an arm around Izuku’s shoulders and used him as support to walk. “Let’s get you home.” He smiled at you and you returned it. He began to lead you out of the opening and into the huddled trees of the forest.

He was talking about something, but you couldn’t keep track of it. Your mind was full of what took place just moments ago. You weren’t afraid to look back in the direction the beast disappeared to, somewhat hoping you’ll see his crimson eyes glowing from the shadows.

Ending comments: Just letting ya know, this is strictly Bakugo x Reader. There’s no romance between Reader and Midoriya. But omigosh, what do you guys think? Interesting so far, yeah? Kind of weird? Weird is good. And it gets better~

(Chapter II) - click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.