#outofcontextkchk While the two are different, they are not completely opposites. They complement each other well. Uraraka's bubbly personality matched with his explosive personality well. And right now, they have to confront their feelings for each other if they want to leave.

#outofcontextkchk Oh god. Her smile. Fuck, did she have a beautiful smile. Had it always looked like that?

#outofcontextkchk “True love?” Ochako choked out. “True love.” He nodded gravely. “So, that means you love me?” He laughed a very human laugh. Throwing his head back and letting the mirth rack his whole frame. “I knew you were a dumbass, but this is a new low, Princess.”

#outofcontextkchk If this was his wedding, he thought, she'd be barefoot. There wouldn't be as many people, there would be no press in the back, no big bravo. And that dress — it would be for him.

#outofcontextkchk "Don’t avoid my question, Ochako." He sits up. "I’m not. I already told you we aren’t dating. Yet you thought we were and still texted." He studies her, scrutinizing her as he does, and when he sees the truth, a smug smile pulls onto his lips. "Good."

#outofcontextkchk Kissing was stupid, and pointless, and there was no good reason whatsoever for it to be causing him any amount of consternation—but Katsuki just had to be a blood type A perfectionist, and he'd be damned if a little something like this got the better of him.

#outofcontextkchk He was still Bakugou Katsuki. He wondered if she was still Uraraka Ochako.

#outofcontextkchk Bakugou nearly flies out of his seat in the waiting room when his crimson eyes land on his fianceé. No one has ever made him feel this way, no one has ever made him shed a tear, nothing like what Ochako does to him.

#outofcontextkchk “Daddy?” Bakugo felt a tug on his leg. He took a deep breath and looked down. He could take as many deep breaths as he liked, he would steal his breath away every time he saw her. Sure, she had his blonde hair and his red eyes, but those cheeks? Those were Ochako’s cheeks.

#outofcontextkchk He pauses in his tickling, watching her. Her laugh finally dies and she sends him a questioning glance, a toothy grin on her face. He knows he’s smiling, too. He has born witness to her infectious smile one too many times. So he directs a pillow to her face.

Hello 👋 Just an announcement that there will be no excerpts for November 8th and 9th as both Mod Cass and Mod Gin are taking a break with little to no access to internet. Excerpts will begin again on Monday! Have a good weekend!

#outofcontextkchk “Caramel latte and a grilled cheese with tomato soup,” she says when the cashier asks her what she wants. “For here or to go?” “Here’s fine,” she responds, and finishes her order, stepping aside to let Katsuki order. “Macchiato. And a grilled veg sandwich, pepper jack. To go.”

#outofcontextkchk Ochako Uraraka believed in self care. In theory. Like in a candle from the clearance section that sat untouched on her bathroom counter because she was waiting for a special occasion kind of way.

#outofcontextkchk "What's your favorite color?" he asked in a hushed tone so no one heard him being nice. "Why?" Uraraka wasn't surprised. "So you can buy me a bra that I'd want to wear? Were you going to practice on it before giving it to me?" she whispered.

#outofcontextkchk All of that seemed a little extreme now — he had a thing for drama — that under his hands, the everlasting softness of her body encompassed all of his rational thoughts. Even her laugh was soft, even if she was laughing at his idiotic, incredulous expression.

#outofcontextkchk Just closing her eyes and inhaling his scent was enough to make her relax and forget, and the distraction was most welcome. Eventually, they broke apart, and all that could be heard was the sound of their labored breathing, and the autumn breeze blowing against the trees.

#outofcontextkchk "Did you have fun today, Ochako?" her father asks warmly. "Uh-huh! I made a new friend. His name is Bakugo and he caught me a bunch of fishes! His mom yelled at him and carried him away, though. She made me dump out the fish he had caught"

#outofcontextkchk She tilts her head and he ploughs deeper into her mouth, tasting candy corn, the blue, red and white kind, but for once he doesn't mind that manufactured sweetness. He’s hungry for her.

#outofcontextkchk A firm grip holds her close to his body, and she can hardly think straight as he whispers into the shell of her ear, "I am here." It's a catchphrase she realizes, and he's probably just messing with her. She already knew he had a sense of humor, and Gods.. how terribly cheesy!

#outofcontextkchk “Now we can really play, witch!” His muzzle was stretched wide in what was probably a smile, though it was difficult to tell through all of the snarling horror of his teeth. Without even thinking Uraraka lifted her free leg and kicked him right in the face as hard as she could.

#outofcontextkchk “In what deluded world do a witch and a werewolf match?” he asked with a smirk. “In a fun, spooky, Halloween world,” she said matter-of-factly, straightening her hat before fixing her hair in the mirror.

#outofcontextkchk He mouthed at her neck, running his fangs up the length of muscle that lay beneath her skin. He was only going to take a little bit, the voice in the back of his head repeatedly told him.

#outofcontextkchk After all, this was reality, where their super bubbly and round college friend wasn’t supposed to actually get possessed by a vindictive spectre… it was just a round of truth or dare! Yet, no matter how hard they blinked, the scene did not change for the better.

#outofcontextkchk Over dinner…or the fall festivals…or whatever the fuck you want to do. I promise I won’t bite…unless you want me to. Sleep well, Little Witch. I won’t forget your flowers this time. -K

#outofcontextkchk She’d done her research, borrowed Fumikage’s books on demonology, until she found her ideal demon. Katsuki, a high tier incubus, had an entire chapter written about him. From the explicit descriptions of his powers, Ochako knew she ℎ𝑎𝑑 to have him.

#outofcontextkchk “Night night, explosive boy.” He searched around for a pillow to chunk at her but there was none. “You are 𝑛𝑜𝑡 going to call me explosive boy.” Bakugou lit up his hands. “What are you going to do?” Uraraka closed the bedroom door. Her voice came through muffled. “Kill me?”

#outofcontextkchk Ochako had been torn from the realm of men, and now, she was at the mercy of monsters.

#outofcontextkchk Even though it was dark, they could both see each other’s red cheeks, and they quickly dropped their hands. After five minutes, Uraraka was clinging to him. He didn’t push her away. Admittedly, he didn’t mind being her thinking of him as her protector.

#outofcontextkchk "Oh, and I really like your fangs, they're super cute!" Uraraka lightly touched her fangs and watched the girl walk off into the night. "Cute?" Uraraka repeated. "She has a point," Bakugou mumbled.

#outofcontextkchk Before Bakugou could lunge, Ochako stood before him. “Hey! Don’t! Please? This is our last Halloween as UA students. We’ll ruin it for everyone else okay?” She held her hands on his chest. Something about her small finger pads on his heated skin made him relax.

#outofcontextkchk Her soft eyes darted from page to page lit by the stirring flame of the candle near her. Pausing, Bakugou yearned to know what she read and what she thought. What of her heart? If he were quiet enough, could he hear it?

#outofcontextkchk While most people are enjoying their afternoons outside or inside cuddled up by their fireplace, Katsuki is being dragged around the costume store by his beautiful wife in the local mall.

#outofcontextkchk "You told me a week ago that you didn’t believe in ghosts, and here you are, telling me they exist?" Midoriya asks, raising a brow. He leans forward, laying both hands flat on the table. "And that the ghost in your apartment is a pervert?"

#outofcontextkchk At her continued silence and rabbit caught in headlights expression, Katsuki tsked. He turned, tapping a finger against the side of his neck where a hearty set of bitemarks branded his bruised skin. "You fucking marked me as a mate," he growled.

#outofcontextkchk Did dying really sound like this? Like agony? Like a thousand people howling in pain? Like meat being tenderized? As if it were being remolded? Reformed?

#outofcontextkchk "No, no, no, I won’t call you Barkugou, obviously. I’ll just stick with Kats-oooooooooooo-ki!" Uraraka howled. Bakugou stoutly ignored her existence for the rest of the car ride.

#outofcontextkchk That is when his ruby eyes spy her in the latest hour, at the peak of the moon’s bearing across the zenith. Silently she stands just beyond his realm, beyond his church’s consecrated ground. A girl, as pale as the full moon itself with round cheeks.

#outofcontextkchk #nsfw "Sweet little Cheeks, there is so much more fun to be had than just dick-sucking. You’ve clearly been with unimaginative extras, because I can think of a dozen ways I’d lose my mind getting off with you that have nothing to do with that."

#outofcontextkchk There before him stood a miniature Deku. She had her hand held out as if she was about to flick her finger. She gave him the biggest grin he’d ever seen. Katsuki couldn’t help his eye twitch. Leave it to his daughter to have his best friend be her number one hero.

#outofcontextkchk “We’ve gone up against city-destroying villains before and you’re scared of some shitty old house?” “Spirits aren’t villains, you can’t punch a ghost,” she pointed out, “It’s like one of those movies with the demons…”

#outofcontextkchk Bakugou analyzed her face, searching for deceit, and she found herself completely enamored by his fierce intensity. He held so much internal dialogue in those crimson eyes that she wished mind-reading was a side-effect of lycanthropy.

#outofcontextkchk Katsuki preferred the term ‘hunters,’ and Ochako didn’t disagree with him. They weren’t some goofball ‘Ghostbusters’. At least those losers probably had job protection and insurance benefits.

#outofcontextkchk "You always were a bit pathetic in this form." Another whine covered by a snarl. "I can’t help it, you’re just so much fun to play with when you’re all tied up for me." She once again descended her throne and poised herself in front of the panting werewolf at her feet.

#outofcontextkchk Death was scary, but dying without belonging to her felt worse.

#outofcontextkchk Katsuki stops laughing long enough stand to his full height in the skin tight replica Uravity suit. “I thought I'd be generous."

#outofcontextkchk "Aww, look at you. It seems like you can't go now to that stupid party," he told her sardonically as he kissed her on the forehead. Then, he lifted her limp body and began walking upstairs when he heard her mumbling something. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make it up to you. Happy Halloween."

#outofcontextkchk "It just feels weird that you splurged for a full-on witch costume for me while you're just dressing up as guy with wolf accessories…" "Are you telling me you 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 want to see me with a collar around my neck?" Bakugou teased with a smug smirk.

#outofcontextkchk Right now, Bakugou was still very much a man. A half-naked, muscular, surly, handsome man. “Are you just gonna hide behind my couch all day?” Bakugou demanded. “I was thinking about it,” Uraraka shot back even as she stood up and straightened her clothes.

#outofcontextkchk Ochako liked the heaviness of Katsuki's bed comforter. It was thick with down feathers and smelled like sweat and smoke. It was heavier than any blanket she ever owned, or may ever own. Its pressure eased her heavy heart and anxious mind.

#outofcontextkchk He remembered opening the door and locking eyes with her. How she just looked directly into his soul and all it took was for her to say, “It must have been so hard.” That was it. Just those damn six words. That was all it took for Bakugou to crumble.