Who's Useless Now?

A wide grin spread onto Zuku’s face as he watched his love try on the collar. It looked so beautiful on him, like it had been a missing piece of the puzzle that made up his lovely chaotic Backfire. His Kacchan.

Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.6) Biting your muse

No one gets my Kacchan. No one but me. 

It had been a wickedly hard day. They’d had a few close scrapes with another villain, one who seemed to have eyes for his Kacchan. No. No no no. Backfire belonged to Zuku, and to Zuku alone. 

To make sure the rest of the world knew this, Zuku sunk his teeth hard into the side of Katsuki’s neck, leaving a dark bruise—a warning. That he was claimed.

Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.10) Pushing your muse to the ground

“Let me hear you say it again, pet.”

Zuku never seemed like a physical force to be reckoned with, being a small, lean little twink. But he was still able to shove his silver wolf to his knees. Anger suited him well, not explosive as a certain wannabe hero, but just as violent and dangerous.

Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat

“Not so much of a big hero now, are you~?” Zuku cackled wildly to himself as he watched the blade of the knife press into the skin of Bakugou’s neck, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough for him to feel the gravity of the situation.

Zuku’s hands came down to stroke his pet’s hair, and a loving grin spread across his face. He cupped Backfire’s cheek, and leaned down to press a kiss to his head. 

Send (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) to give my muse a big hug!

Send (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) to give my muse a big hug!

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