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FISH ON TUMBLR SAID BI AND PAN RIGHTS!!!!!!

(also sidenote: hey that’s me!!! I’m bi/pan!!!!)

The bubble bath got loose

via @1113shirasu

Masterlist

Total Imagines: 43

* = my fav to write

Stiles Stilinski

“I hate you, Stiles Stilinski.”  - Brett Talbot x Mcall!Reader; Stiles Stilinski x Mcall!Reader

“I’ll never leave you.” - Isaac Lahey x Reader; Stiles x Platonic!Reader *

Hurt You - Stiles Stilinski x McCall!Reader *

Prompts

Prompt 16 - Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompt 11 - Stiles Stilinski x Hale!Reader

Isaac Lahey

Drifted Apart - Isaac Lahey x Mcall!Reader

“I’ll never leave you.” - Isaac Lahey x Reader; Platonic!Stiles Stilinski x Reader *

Someone Else - Isaac Lahey x Reader *

“Goodbye, Aiden.” - Aiden x Reader; Platonic!Isaac Lahey, Reader

Save Me - Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Misunderstandings - Isaac Lahey x Reader *

Prompts

Prompt 13 & 35 // I.L. - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Prompt 15 - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Prompt 39 - Isaac Lahey x Witch!Reader

Prompt 15 (challenge) - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Prompt 1 - Isaac Lahey x Reader (past)

Prompt 10 - Isaac Lahey x Reader; Derek Hale x Reader

Derek Hale

Reunited - Derek Hale x Dunbar!Reader

Baby - Derek Hale x Reader

Be There For You - Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader *

Get Out Of Here - Derek Hale x Reader

Soulmates - Derek Hale x Stilinski!Reader

“I’m Here.” - Derek Hale x Reader *

Gonna Be Okay - Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader

Perfect - Derek Hale x Reader

Be Okay - Derek Hale x Reader

Together Again - Derek Hale x Reader* 

Prompts

Prompt 1 - Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt 13 - Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt 10 - Isaac Lahey x Reader; Derek Hale x Reader *

Prompt 16 - Past!Isaac Lahey x Reader; Derek Hale x Reader *

Text Imagines

Freaks - Derek Hale x Reader *

Too Long - Derek Hale x Reader *

Theo Raeken

“You’re a Good Person.”  - Theo Raeken x Mcall!Reader *

Prompts

Prompts 32,33,37,40  - Theo Raeken x Reader

Prompt 20 - Theo Raeken x Reader

Prompt 12 - Theo Raeken x Reader

Brett Talbot

“I hate you, Stiles Stilinski.” - Brett Talbot x Reader; Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompts

Prompt 10 - Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Reader

Peter Hale

Prompts

Prompt 22 - Peter Hale x Reader

Scott Mcall

Liam Dunbar

Prompts

Prompt 10 - Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Reader

Series Masterlists

3 Weeks Masterlist - Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader; Stiles Stilinski x Platonic!Reader; Scott Mccall x Platonic!Reader *

Forever, No Matter What Masterlist - Derek Hale x Reader, Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader, Derek Hale x Platonic!Daughter, Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Daughter, Reader x Daughter

Masterlist

I shall store all and all shall be found

READ THE RULES GOD DAMNIT

Yandere: 💙

NSFW: 🧨

Series: next to each other

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sundrop & Moondrop

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Danganronpa

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All of us are dead

MASTERLIST

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One Shots

not alone

not alone p.2

breathe

breathe p.2

lazy friday (requested)

vengeance (requested)

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Blurbs

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Headcanons

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bakugou x fem!reader/f!reader idk which is right/better

summary - you steal something from mafia boss bakugou katsuki. he makes sure you live to regret it.

cws - choking, impact play, daddy kink, VERY dubcon, bondage, yan mafia bakugou and kiri a bit, reader had a teleportation quirk and brats a little(radical for me) praise, degradation. hurt/comfort/smut

a/n - please have an age in your bio to interact with this fic. reblogs are genuinely appreciated <3 they really help me out! minors dni.

Your heart pounds, chest heaving as you teleport the last fifteen feet up your fire escape and into your apartment, collapsing exhausted on your shitty couch. You close your eyes and attempt to calm your breathing, humming softly when you can to stop the anxiety that’s turning your tendons to iron, holding you in place. 

You can’t afford to let your guard down, can’t afford to let the men who followed you know where you live, where you were hiding. You’d have to move, maybe out of the city, maybe out of the country. No one crossed Bakugou Katsuki, even accidentally, and lived to tell the tale. You sigh deeply, finally able to breathe normally after your sprint across the city, sitting up on your threadbare green couch, pulling your backpack off, and digging through it. Even if you hadn't meant to take it, you were glad you had it now. 

The ticket to your new life gleams silver and green. The functioning metal gauntlet from Bakugou Katsuki’s short-lived Pro Hero career had slammed against your back with every frantic leap on your sprint out of his penthouse apartment. You could feel its point of impact keenly now, it’s gentle throb would keep you from sleeping on your back for a few days, wherever you started your new life. You rub your eyes, giving yourself another thirty seconds of rest before making a call to your contact. 

“Did you get it?” Tooru asks, bored. 

“Got something better,” you say quickly and there’s a rush of static as he sighs, “No really this time-” 

“You know when someone hires you to do a job through me,” he drawls, “I occasionally expect that job to get done.” 

“Well you,” you zip the bag up, looking around your apartment for anything you might want to bring with you when you dipped, “You didn’t tell me that the person staying in the penthouse was Bakugou fuking Katsuki, what the hell did that guy think I was gonna do? Bring him enough evidence to convict? Nah I’m in the wind. And don’t ever give me a job from a government official again, there was no way I was getting Agent Taichi the shit he wanted on the most dangerous man in the country.” 

“Holy shit, Bakugou Katsuki?” For once in his life, Tooru sounds awake, “Jesus christ, did anyone see you?” 

“Fuck no,” You’re only paying partial attention, fumbling in your desk drawer for the trigger to open it’s false bottom. “You know me, I’m a fucking ghost, but I got,” you adjust the phone as the bottom of the drawer clicks open and you dump the pencils, “I got one of his gauntlets.” There’s a pause on the other end of the phone. 

“You, you didn’t.” 

“I did,” you chirp, “Much better than a fucking flash drive or whatever,” you shove all the unmarked bills into your bag, carefully selecting the passport with the most attractive photo of yourself. 

“No,” Tooru swallows, “You gotta put that shit back,  you’re gonna get fucking shot, y/n,” 

“I took care of the cameras,” you protest, “It’s better than copying his hard drive, probably, I’m fucking good at this, okay, have I ever let you down.” There’s another silence, all you can hear is the clicking of a keyboard. 

“No,” he says eventually, “No you haven’t.” 

“I’m gonna disappear for a bit, I’ll give you a call when I have a new number.” 

“Jesus christ.” He sounds genuinely sick with concern. “You don’t know what kind of a situation you’re putting me in.” 

“I’m the one who stole it! Can you fence it or not,” You bend down to tie one of your shoes, phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear. “Tooru you know if you say no, someone else is going to say yes, baby, but we go way back so I called you first,” You snag your toothbrush and paste, and only the most expensive parts of your skincare routine, moving to your tiny bedroom, “So I called you first.” You’re shoving some leggings and t-shirts into your bag, running to the closet for your coat, it’s still warm for now but it would be cold soon. And you wouldn’t be back here again. 

“Yeah uh,” he sounds strange, far off, “Yeah you back at your place?” You freeze. 

“Why?” 

“Just answer the question.” He says, and his tone is sharper than you’ve ever heard it. “Quickly.” 

“Tooru,” you jam your arms into the sleeves of the jacket, and swing your backpack over your shoulders, “Tooru,” you repeat, “What’s up?” You’ve got one handle on the door when you hear footsteps on the stairs. It hits you hard, all at once. The door is wrenched open and you run back away from it, hoping your quirk can handle more use, three men come running up the stairs. 

“You fucking narc,” you snarl into the phone, “You wanna suck his dick so badly your goddamn knees are gonna get bruised,” one of them grabs at you and you teleport across the small space, moving towards the window, 

“I can’t afford to piss him off!” Tooru protests, a near whine, “It’s not personal, listen, if you live through this I hope we can still work together,” you draw your arm back and whip the phone at one of the men, catching them hard in the face. You teleport again, figuring the jig was up, they likely knew your quirk already since Tooru gave you up, and you make it out the window, thundering down the fire escape, Bakugou Katsuki’s gauntlet slamming into your back through your bag with every stride. 

The men behind you are even louder, you’re going so fast you nearly trip, having a brief image of your brains dashed on the rusted metal ladder flash before your eyes. You jump off and land hard, feet throbbing with pain for one full second before you can take off running down the alley and into the street. You’d lose them, you reasoned, this was a bad neighborhood, you could ditch them then teleport to a place they’d already searched, and wait it out. You’d buy an airplane ticket in cash and- SLAM. You run face first into a huge man’s chest, you’re knocked to the ground, hard.

“Alright,” You hear the man groan a little, leaning down and taking you by the wrist, lifting you up off your feet, letting you dangle in the air at arm's length. You kick and swing but he takes a walkie talkie off his belt and speaks into it, “Yeah, we got her, she went down the fire escape-whoa there sweetheart,” you kick high and nearly get catch the fist that he’s holding the phone with, “No sense in fighting,” the man says to you, utterly and annoyingly calm, “Just chill out for me.” You pull a last-ditch, desperate move, teleporting you both as high as you can comfortably reach, and letting the two of you fall hard to the ground. 

He twists in the air unexpectedly, shielding your body completely from the impact of the fall, the ground cracking and breaking underneath his weight. 

“Let’s not do that again, huh?” You look up at him and his body has changed, skin shingled and sharp, hardened. He grunts and pushes himself to his feet, going back to holding you in the air arm's length away from his body. Now, his suit is shredded, and somehow he’s even larger, you kick and swing but you can’t even reach him. The two men leap from the fire escape, the blonde one rubbing his nose, wiping some blood on the back of his hand. 

“Hey, at least you got her phone,” The dark haired one jeers. 

“It fucking hurt, Sero,” the blonde snaps, glowering at you, “Stupid bitch.” Your eyes flash and you catch him hard across the jaw with a well-timed kick, and he stumbles back away from you and the redhead, swearing violently. 

“Alright,” You hear the redhead say, turning to you, “I’ve been, more than polite, given the circumstances.” You feel him wrap his free hand around your throat. “But I think I said chill the fuck out.” You squirm a little and then still, narrowing your eyes at him as he holds you by the wrists, letting your body dangle in the air. “That’s a good girl,” he says condescendingly, and you see the sharp flash of his teeth. 

“Let’s get her back,” Sero says, “I’ll grab her bag.” 

“I hope he fucking kills her.” The blonde grumbles, as Sero, unclips your backpack off of your shoulders and unzips it. “Is it in there?” The dark-haired man sighs with relief, nodding. 

“Yeah, thank fucking god, Denki, it’s in there.” 

“We have to keep ahold of her,” The redhead says, “Or she’ll teleport away from us, so one of you grab the car, and we’ll take her back to his place.” You squirm a little more, your wrists starting to ache from being dangled by them. 

“You could,” you wheeze, you’re not sure if it’s intentional, but his pressure on your windpipe is mounting, “You could just let me go, you’d never see me again, I swear,” the pressure increases. 

“That’s real cute,” the redhead, Kirishima, chuckles, choking you harder, “Take a little nap for me, huh?” You gurgle some kind of response as you struggle to keep your eyelids open. “Let go,” he urges, “It’ll hurt more if you fight it.” 

“Can’t,” you whisper, “Can’t not fight.” And the last thing you see is a flash of recognition in his eyes before you lose consciousness. He slings your body over his shoulder, relaxing his quirk. 

“He’s not gonna kill her, Denki,” Kirishima says, shaking his head. 

“He might,” Denki says, hopefully, “He was not happy when we left.” The three men pile back into a dark, sleek escalade, Sero drives back through the city, and Kirishima holds you seated upright in the backseat, limp against his shoulder. “Maybe you killed her,” Denki says, waving his hand in front of your face experimentally. 

“I know what I’m doing,” Kirishima responds coolly, “And things’ll go better for her if she’s not fighting and screaming and cursing at him when we get back.” 

“And you care,” Denki coos, voice dripping with sarcasm, “You care, you don’t want him to kill her.” Kirishima doesn't take the bait, just shrugging. 

“It’s messy. I hate even watching someone else clean that up.” 

“That’s fucking true,” Sero says, shivering. After a few more minutes he pulls off the highway, taking an off-ramp exit that leads out of the city and into the glossy rolling hills of the suburbs. The mansions are large, the cars are expensive, and the lawns are lush and green a far cry from the dirt of the city you’d left behind. You miss all of it, out cold and nearly drooling on Kirishima’s shoulder. They pull the car into the garage, and Kirishima carries you like a child, your head resting on his chest, one arm tucked under your thighs, the other, holding you upright. 

Kirishima takes you up to Bakugou’s office alone, knocking softly on the door but nnot waiting for the affirmative before stepping in. 

“That’s the thief?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow, not bothering with greetings. “She’s young.” 

“Yeah, according to her driver's license,” Kirishima tosses Bakugou your wallet, “She’s 26.” Bakugou flips through the nondescript leather, some 7/11 receipts, a debit card, no photo of your family. Kirishima deposits you carefully in the chair in front of Bakugou’s mahogany desk. “She’s a real piece of work, heads up, but uh,” Kirishima shoves his hands in his pocket, “If you decide to not kill her, uh, I’ll take her. I think she’s cute.” 

“You think she’s cute?” Bakugou repeats, reaching out and brushing some hair from your face, “You fucked up her neck, idiot.” He lifts your head by cupping your jaw, his thumb sinking into your cheek. “Maybe I want her.” Kirishima shrugs, a wide smile on his face. 

“I can share.” He hands the blond something black and leather. “Get this on her before she wakes up though, or she’ll be neither of ours.” Bakugou nods, carefully fastening the black leather quirk collar around your neck.

“Should we tie her down?” Bakugou asks. 

“Without her quirk, it was pretty easy to subdue her.” Kirishima shrugs. “You could probably handle her with one hand behind your back,” Bakugou smirks, adjusting your head so that you’re unconsciously leaning back in the office chair, rather than painfully folding in on yourself. 

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You wake, a few hours later, sitting slumped in a desk chair. 

“I assume you know who I am.” He says and you nod. 

“Bakugou Katsuki.” You confirm, and your voice is softer, it hurts to speak a little, but it’s not just that, your hands fly to your neck and you feel the collar. 

“S to stop you from usin’ your quirk,” He explains seeing your confusion. “I don’t have time to chase ya down,” He stretches a little. 

“Am I, are you going to kill me?” You ask, voice a little stronger now. He inspects you clinically, regarding the way concern twists at your mouth before you regain control of it. 

“Probably not myself.” He shrugs. 

“I thought you’d be angrier.” You say, hands trembling, because fuck, you didn’t want to die but what did you have to lose if he’d already decided? 

“I could yell atcha if ya want,” He says, placing his palms flat on the desk and standing, his eyes narrow, his tone dark. “I could say, who the fuck do you think you are, stealin’ from me,” you hear it now, the quiver of emotion in his voice, “I could say, that you’re the dumbest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever met, thinkin’ you could get away from me,” he walks around the desk, “And I’d be fuckin right.” His voice is a low rasp, almost a growl. “Wouldn’t I?” He looks at you, taking your face roughly in one hand, “I asked you a fuckin’ question, cunt.” 

“Yesh,” you get out, the way he’s holding your face distorts your speech. 

“So you’re going to tell me,” he says, leaning down and speaking directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “Exactly how you got into my apartment in the city. And who hired you.” You blink up at him, and he releases your face, “And I will make your death quick, rather than slow.” You swallow and tuck your hair behind your ears, it’s not like this job had given you a choice. Your heart beat slows as you realize you have leverage.

“What I’m hearing is that I have the information you want,” you shrug, “Let me go and I’ll tell you.” He leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Those are not good choices,” You protest, “I can’t appreciate that you gave me a short death when I’m dead, I’m not telling you who let me in-” at those words his hands spark, good, he was taking the bait, “Unless you-” 

“Someone let you in?” He snaps, and you maintain the act of pretending like you’ve revealed more than you should have.

“You didn’t know?” You cock your head and sigh, hoping it’s convincing. “Maybe you’re not as good as they say.” Something in his jaw twitches, and before you can speak again he’s lifting you by your bruised throat and slamming you against the wall of his office. 

“You think you can fuckin’ toy with me,” he tightens his grip. “You think I can be manipulated like that, by some cheap fuckin’ accusation? My people are loyal. No one would let you into my goddamn apartment.” You gasp, clawing at his hand, but it doesn’t seem to affect him. 

“I-if that’s what you think,” you wheeze, “Then just kill me, just finish the job right now.” You barely get the last word out as he tightens his fist, his face inches from yours. For a second you think maybe he will, but he lets you go. You crumple to the floor, gasping for breath as he stalks to the intercom on his desk. 

“We’ve got a goddamn issue,” he snarls, and you can practically feel the house come to life at his words, hear people scrambling to get him the things he wants. “As for you,” you’re struggling to sit up, still trying to catch your breath, “If I find out you’re lying, I will kill you personally.” You swallow, wondering how much time you’ve bought yourself, how much trouble you’re really in. Anything would be better than death, you reason, and if you can get this collar off you could be in the wind. Running from the mafia and from the hero commission, you’d never been more grateful to have a quirk that made you hard to catch. Bakugou turns his attention back to you, yanking you to your feet, but you’re so dizzy you crash into his chest, unable to stand upright. 

“I’m gonna find out whether you’re lyin’ to me,” he says, in his low growl, holding you up by the waist, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his, “C’mon,” he throws your body over his shoulder with a soft grunt, pushing out of his office and stalking down the hallway. Your head is still buzzing, but you hear a door close behind you and feel yourself being placed on the ground. “While I’m waitin’ on the security footage,” he says, pulling an old wooden chair across the room, “I’m gonna give you the opportunity to prove your life is worth something.” You swallow, your vision clearing again, you’re, oh shit. You’re in a bedroom, his bedroom, the same dark stained wood you saw covering the panels in his office. You’re sure it’s his room because of the way he’s sitting in front of you, the way he leans over you like you’re a peasant in his domain. Your eyes flick to the door and he chuckles. 

“Give it your best shot, sweetheart. Give me a reason to waste you. I want one.” You swallow, bowing your head a little. “That’s it,” he coos, “Come to terms with your situation,” he takes you by the back of the head, “You’re gonna suck my cock.” 

“R-really?” You blink up at him, surprised, and his smile grows, despite the situation, the innocence on your face makes him feel like he finally has the upper hand. 

“Really.” He says, mocking you. “You wanna live?” You nod slowly. “Get to work.” He gestures to his crotch, and you bite down hard on your lip as you unzip his fly and tug his pants down around his ankles. He’s about to snap at you, when you lean forward and lick the length of his balls, the warmth and sensation pulling a low growl from his lips. You look up at him, and he meets your eyes, and he doesn't have to give the order for you to know that you aren’t supposed to look away. You feel him tighten his grip on your hair, pushing you up against him harder. He tastes salty, and you try to shove what you’re doing to the back of your mind, to go somewhere else as he moves your mouth where he wants it, shoving his length down your throat, not caring about the drool that drips down your mouth and onto your chin, or for the way your eyes water when he pushes too hard to allow you a breath. 

“Fuck,” he snarls, “C’mere,” he orders but doesn’t give you a choice, lifting you by the waist and tossing you onto his bed. He moves you so that your head is hanging over the edge and pushes his heavy cock between your lips, fucking your face, occasionally stopping to paw at your breasts or to let you take a gasping, sputtering breath. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he says, in what you imagine is his best attempt at speaking softly. “You ready to talk to me?” He’s combing his fingers through your hair softly, at odds with the rough way he’s touched you so far. You’re so busy catching your breath that you almost don’t respond, but he waits, nearly patient. 

“What, what do you want to know?” You breathe, eyes closed. 

“Who let you into my apartment?” He asks, and you feel the rhythm of his soft touches change a little. 

“Can’t, can’t tell you.” You mumble. “Even if you hurt me, I can’t-” He lifts you, throwing you onto your stomach on the bed, yanking leggings down and palming your ass. “This,” you gasp, feeling him pull your body across his lap, “This can’t be how you normally get information from people.” He slips a finger under your panties, 

“Just pretty little thieves.” He growls, and you laugh bitterly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t prefer my other interrogation techniques.” You consider and shake your head.  

“Don’t suppose that means you’d take this collar off and let me go,” you twist your back to look at him but he doesn’t spare you a glance. 

“Nah,” he says, “You’re a fuckin’ criminal,” he raises a hand and brings it down hard on your backside. You suck in a sharp breath as the pain blooms across your skin, “And I’m a law abidin’ citizen, ain’t I?” 

“Am I supposed to answer that?” You ask and he spanks you again, even harder this time, bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Mouthy fuckin’ cunt.” He grunts, doing it again, and again, until he hears you sniff delicately. “You want me to stop?” He asks, rubbing over the affected area with warm calloused hands. 

“Y-yes,” more pain evident in your voice than you expect.

“Why don’tcha make it easy on yourself, then,” he says, “And just tell me what happened?” 

“Why,” you wipe your teary face on his blanket, “So you can kill me slowly?” He barks out a laugh, and brings his hand down on your ass again, not stopping until you’re crying in earnest, his cock throbbing. 

“Aww,” he coos with mock kindness, “Is baby in pain, does it hurt?” You ignore him, just grateful for the break. “I’ll make ya a deal,” he says, “Tell me who hired you to break into my place and you can have dinner?” You wipe your face, and sniff. 

“A last meal?” You quip and he shakes his head. 

“Can’t believe you’re still makin’ jokes.” He says and you shrug. “Nah, maybe I won’t kill ya, maybe I’ll keep ya if you tell me.” You stiffen and he rubs a soothing circle into your burning. 

“Bullshit.” You lay your face down on the mattress. 

“You would rather die than belong to me?” He asks, still squeezing and groping at the softest parts of you, watching the way you curl into him, into the warmth of his touch, “Rather die than give up whoever was payin’ ya, who let you into my place?” You swallow, and whisper, throat aching.

“No, I don’t want to die.” 

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and you feel his fingers ghost the outside of your panties, and freeze. “Are you wet?” He says in disbelief. You cover your face with your hands, feeling your face burn. “Jesus christ,” he chuckles, “That’s kinda fucked. Soakin’ your panties while I threaten your life, huh?”   

“Just get it over with.” You mumble. 

“Nahhh,” he drawls, not hiding his delight at all, “Seems like you’ve got a problem I could solve.” You feel him slip the wet fabric to the side, and run a finger up your folds, your whole body trembles. “You know without your quirk you’re helpless.” You nod, letting out a shaky breath and he pushes. “Completely at my mercy,” he draws the words out, and watches them hit you. Your pupils blow wide and he chuckles. With his free hand, he tugs on the little black collar around your neck. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to ask. Be a good little thief for me” His touches are light now, teasing. You bite down harder on your lower lip, trying to fight the warmth between your legs.  

“I can’t, I can’t give people up, Bakugou, but especially this person, it’s not worth the trouble.” You look up at him, a burning earnestness in your eyes that takes him aback. He nods, still teasing you, running his calloused hands across the inside of your thighs, making you squirm.    

“Here’s what I think,” he says, in a low rasp that goes straight to your core. “I think no one let you into my apartment, and I think you said that, because you don’t wanna tell me who hired you for the job, or because you don’t know, which would mean you have zero leverage here.” You don’t say anything for a moment, weighing your options. 

“You’re wrong, about at least one of those things.” You say eventually, and he spanks you hard again, watching the way your ass moves. This time, you let out a short yelp, the pain taking you by surprise. 

“I got time,” he says with a shrug, “I can draw this out, but you’re not gonna enjoy it.” 

“I don’t give people up.” You mumble. “I’m not Tooru.” Bakugou snickers. 

“Yeah, he’s a pussy. Listen, what if,” he proposes, and the light touches are back, you feel him push your thighs apart, “I help ya take care of this problem,” he parts your folds and he’s right, you’re soaked, “And you solve one problem for me.” 

“Fine,” you breathe, poorly concealing your desperation, and he smirks. 

“Ask nicely, theif.” He takes a fistful of your bruised ass and then lets it go. 

“Please touch me.” You say, through gritted teeth. 

“Where?” He says, circling your clit but not giving you any relief, feeling all the blood rush below his waist again as you whine. 

“Please, touch my pussy.” You mumble, it’s almost a whine, and it goes straight to his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he slips a single finger inside you experimentally, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Immediately, you're mewling softly, back arching off his lap, “Hands behind your back,” he orders and you obey, folding them behind you. He holds both of your wrists in one hand, adding a second finger to your core, “You’re gonna tell me,” he presses up against that spongy spot inside you, pulling a choked-out moan from your lips, “Who let you into my apartment?” 

“No,” you gasp. “No I’m not.” He picks up the pace a little. 

“Yeah you are, c’mon,” he feels you start to shake beneath him as the pleasure builds in your mind, as that hot coil tightens in your abdomen. “C’mon baby, dontcha wanna live?” 

“I do,” you moan, “I do wanna live.” The pressure is building, you’re either incredibly attracted to him, or he’s incredibly skilled, your mind is operating slowly, your lips part, and you let out another gasp. “Please, I want to live, Bakugou,” you plead. He nods, achingly pleased with himself, his own cock stiff in his suit pants, you can feel it pressing into your abdomen.

“And you wanna cum, dontcha? Greedy fuckin’ thing. I can feel it.” Tears prick at your eyes. How embarrassing, cumming all over a mob bosses fingers. “Tell me what I wanna know and I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.” You grit your teeth and think about trying to squirm away from him, knowing it’s pointless, knowing you’d asked for this, knowing you liked this, that you wanted more, that you wanted to him.

“N-no one, I, I got in myself.” You choke out. “You won’t see me on the f-footage.” 

“Good girl.” He crows, “Cum for me,” he sets a slightly faster pace with his fingers, paying more careful attention to your clit, “Cum f’daddy.” The coil in your stomach snaps and you spasm in his arms, gushing around his fingers as your orgasm rips through you like a knife. He carries you carefully through your high, delighting in the way you fall apart for him, the way your lips part, and your eyes open wide, the soft sounds that are all for him, all his. 

He withdraws his hands from you and dangles them in front of your face, you seem to understand the implicit order and lick his fingers clean. “I knew you could be sweet.” He mocks, and you nod dumbly, still trembling a little. “Ready to tell daddy who hired you?” You shake your head. “That’s a fuckin’ shame, ain’t it?” He releases your wrists and rolls you over, sitting you up in his lap. “I’ve been real nice,” he rumbles, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as your ass throbs. “That can change, baby, I don’t hafta be nice.” 

“It’s the only thing I have keeping you from killing me.” You whisper, lifting your head to him. “And if you let me live, he’ll kill me for giving him up, so it really doesn’t matter.” Bakugou nods slowly, starting to understand. 

“What if I protected ya, in exchange for the information?” 

“You were threatening my life half an hour ago,” you snip, “I’d be actually stupid to trust you.” Bakugou considers it’s true, that before you’d sat before him he’d had every intention of killing you. However, this was interesting, he needed to know who’d hired you, and if he thinks too much about your warm, tight cunt he’ll lose all access to his sanity. 

“I told ya I’d keep you.” He says, like it’s a threat he’s vowing to make good on. “Gimme your hands.” You obey, holding your wrists out in front of you. He stands, taking a length of red rope out of a drawer in his bedside table. He fastens them together and then to his headboard. You take a deep breath, and close your eyes. 

“I’ll be back.” He tells you and you don’t respond to him, a muscle in your jaw twitching. “Stop tryna use your quirk.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll send one of them in with dinner for ya, I got work to do.” 

_____

Bakugou storms into the dining room, where Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are waiting for him. 

“She dead yet?” Denki grumbles, an ice pack on his cheek. 

“Nah.” Bakugou shakes his head. “Here’s what I think. Someone dangerous hired her to steal somethin’ from me that wasn’t the gauntlet, she decided she could get more fencing it than whatever she was supposed to get from me.” 

“Shit,” Kirishima. “So what’s the plan?” 

“I think we can use her,” Bakugou says carefully, “But we gotta earn her trust, and we can’t let her go, she’ll be in the fuckin’ wind, without that asshole givin’ her up we’d never have caught her in the first place. I checked out the security footage, it’s like she wasn’t there at all. No sign of her.”  

“Ugh.” Denki says. “Tell me you at least made her cry or something, for my honor.” He gestures to his face. Bakugou grins evilly. 

“Baby cried a little.” He shrugs. “Certainly proved she has,” he considers his words, “A few purposes.” Kirishima shakes his head at the blonde, a little reproach in his eyes. “Don’t give me that shit Eij,” Bakugou snaps, “She’s the one who got wet while I was interrogating her.” 

“Of course she did.” Kirishima says brightly. “Anyway, do we need to see about accommodations if she’s gonna be a long term,” he pauses,  “A longer-term guest?” Bakugou considers. 

“I could clean up the basement?” Sero says, “And by that I mean I could order someone else to clean up the basement?”         

“She can stay with me.” Bakugou says eventually. “She probably needs supervision most of the time anyway.” 

“If you get tired of her I’ll take her,” Kirishima says, feigning disinterest a little too well. 

“Aw,” Bakugou coos, “You like the bitch.” 

“You both like her.” Denki grumbles, “So you can’t make fun of each other, you should have seen the way he carried her in here. Like she was some fuckin kid.” 

“You just don’t like her because she got the drop on you,” Sero smirks. 

“Whatever,” Denki puts his feet up on the table.  

“So her employer,”  Bakugou says, changing the subject, “They booked her through her 

fence, that much Tooru will tell me. He didn’t know who it was, apparently it’s a guy, she said he’d kill ‘er if she gave him up. Tooru said she met him once, saw his face, which is probably why she wanted to be in the wind after the job.”  

“So she’s cute, smarter than you, and definitely trouble,” Denki ducks when Bakugou swipes at him, “That ticks all of your boxes.” 

“It’s a problem,” Kirishima says, ignoring the kerfuffle. “Because if we’ve decided not to kill her,” he glances at Bakugou who looks away, “We have to take responsibility for the asset. Assuming that deciding not to kill her means we care if she dies.” Bakugou sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Yeah, let’s assume that. What’s next?” 

“Well,” Sero pipes up, “We have to find out what she was supposed to steal. How goes the interrogation?” Bakugou hesitates. 

“She doesn’t wanna give up her employer until we prove we’re not gonna kill her no matter what. We could break her, but it seems like it’d be work. And be messy.” 

“And you don’t wanna fuck up her pretty face.” Denki grumbles, and Bakugou’s hands spark in annoyance. Sero speaks. 

“We have to make her trust us, then, but if we take that collar off, she’ll be gone.” Sero stands. “We know it’s probably a rival.” 

“Do we?” Denki says, lifting his head, sounding serious for the first time. “I mean, if it’s the commission, trying to get your information, so that they can finally throw you in prison…” He trails off, thinking about it, “Then she’d really be in trouble, in enough trouble that taking your gauntlet would feel like a really good idea.” There’s silence. 

“They wouldn’t hire a thief though.” Kirishima says eventually, “They don’t work with villains.” Bakugou sighs again. 

“Either way she’s not gonna give it up unless we get real rough or if we earn her trust. She doesn’t have any external pain points, has no family, and lives alone. The only person there’s any record of her interacting with in the last few months is her fence.” 

“Do you think the fact that she’s tied to your headboard is helping or hurting the trust thing?” Denki needles and Bakugou’s scowl deepens. 

“Helpin’, because I’ve been way nicer than I coulda been.” He snaps. 

_____

A few hours later he makes his way back upstairs, it’s late, and you’re sleeping soundly. You’ve pulled his duvet over your body as much as you can with your legs, and he sees that the parts of you that are uncovered are pricked with goosebumps. He tugs himself out of his suit, tossing the clothes in the hamper, crawling into his bed in a tank top and boxers. You stir, opening one eye. 

“You’re really going to sleep with me?” You stretch a little, smiling softly. “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” 

“Bratty fuckin’ cunt.” He growls, reaching an arm out and yanking your body over to his. “If I wanted to fuck you I’d do it.” “I’ve actually,” you say as he scoots you partially under his body, “I’ve figured you out.” He just grunts in response. “You, despite everything, have your own twisted little moral compass. And you don’t want to hurt me if you don’t have to.” He reaches down and squeezes your bruised ass, you hiss involuntarily at the pain. 

“Checks out.” He says sarcastically. “I definitely don’t want to hurt you.” You squirm a little. 

“I would bet money,” you say, “And I’ll remind you that I do have at least $217 dollars to my name,” he snorts, “That if when you’d shoved me on my knees over there,” you jerk your head to the ground next to his bed. “If I’d started crying and begging, you wouldn’t have gone through with it.” 

“So what,” Bakugou grumbles. “No one wants to fuck a snotty bitch.” 

“You and I both know,” you say brightly, “That there are plenty of men who would.” You meet his gaze. “So why do you care if I trust you?” 

“I-” 

“Rhetorical question.” You interrupt. “Because I have the information you want, and for some reason, you’re opposed to hooking me up to a car battery.” Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“We got Denki, we don’t need a fuckin’ car battery. And don’t ever,” he glares at you and you shiver involuntarily, “Interrupt me again or I’ll let him use you to test his limits. He’s beggin’ for a chance to get backatcha” You shudder against him. “Did that finally scare ya?” 

“Oh, I’m terrified.” You whisper genuinely. “Is my rambling not giving it away?” He considers. 

“You’re hidin’ it better than you think you are.” He says quietly, reaching out to cup your cheek with one hand. “Lemme evaluate your hypothesis.” You nod, and wait. “I don’t care about hurtin’ ya. Try and escape and I’ll break your fucking legs, don’t test me.” You swallow. “What I don’t want is to burn a valuable asset. If no one let  you into my place, how the fuck did you get to my safe without triggering alarms or gettin’ caught on camera?” 

“You want me to join you?” Your mouth is dry. 

“I think it’s a good deal,” he argues, “Given that you need protection from whoever hired you, and from the way you were creamin’ on my fingers today I don’t think you hate me that much.” You tug on the rope tying your wrists to the headboard. “All you gotta do,” he takes your chin gently, bringing your attention back to him, “Is tell me who hired ya, and earn my trust.” Something flits across your face. “You know that I can protect ya,” he says gruffly, “We got a mission here, we got shit we’re doin’, and you could help.” He runs a finger along your jaw, dipping down to your neck, which, between his own handiwork and Kirishima’s, is purpled with bruises. “Or you can stay here, and be my cute, quirkless little fucktoy.” 

“Hmmm,” you sigh, pretending to think about it. 

“Even with your quirk,” he says, “I could catcha if you ran.” 

“I know you believe that.” You smile at him and he scowls. 

“Bad idea.” He snarls, his hand is back around your throat in a second. Your eyes prick with tears involuntarily, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were pushin’ my buttons because you want my cock that badly.” He leans in and spits in your open mouth, “Is that how it is, you want my cock so badly you’re brattin’ for it?” He slaps your face lightly, “Swallow.”  You obey and he climbs on top of you. 

“Please,” you mewl, and he rolls his eyes. 

“You want me so bad, baby, you coulda asked.” He yanks your leggings down, “Coulda been an obedient fuckin’ slut, huh,” he spits again, this time between your legs, rubbing it into your already wet folds. “You always give yourself away, betcha barely need me to prep ya?” You shake your head. 

“I need-” 

“I don’t give a shit,” he sheaths himself roughly inside you, and you keen at the painful burn, feeling every inch of him stretching your painfully, “What you need, fuck.” He collapses on top of you, rutting his hips into yours at an astounding pace, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You like that, you like it when I’m fuckin’ rough with you?” He takes a fistful of your hair. “Answer me when I ask you a goddamn question.” 

“Yes,” you cry out, “Yes, yes sir I like it,” 

“How badly do you want me?” He snarls, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips. 

“S-so badly,” you choke out, straining against the restraints, he leans down and you think he’s going to spit in your face but instead, he kisses you, groaning into your mouth. 

“Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you all goddamn day.” He snaps. “Just lie there and take it.” You gasp, he’s thick and heavy, you were wet, but not prepped for how wide he’d be as he stuffs you full. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, sir,”  

“Please what,” he growls, his weight braced on his elbows, he leans down and kisses you again, aware that you’re not sure what you’re begging for, for him to go faster or slower, for a break or for him never to stop. Being caged in like this is overwhelming, he’s everywhere, his weight on top of you, his lips on your neck, his animalistic groans in your ear as he pounds into you. He’s somehow lucked into the perfect angle, you refuse to believe it’s anything but luck that has you tearing up,  your lips parting and back arching, as his head nudges against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust. 

“I said,” and he kisses you again, its soft lips and then sharp teeth and a soothing swipe of his tongue, “Please, what?” 

“Can I,” you gasp, unable to get out a while phrase before he effectively knocks the wind out of you, “Can I cum?” He barks out a laugh. 

“No fuckin’ way.” He pulls your shirt down, burying his face between your tits, “You already came once today, this is about me,” you let out a yelp as he nips your soft skin, sinking his teeth into you, he sucks at one of your nipples and groans loudly, your warm, wet walls were squeezing him tightly, and when he’d bite you he noticed they fluttered and clenched down. 

“Can’t hold it,” you babbly, the tears in your eyes spilling over, “Please, please, please-” 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growls in  your ear and you whimper, he stalls his hips against yours, burying himself inside you to the hilt, and you feel his tongue on your ear as a shiver rips through you, “Who’s fuckin’ pussy is this?” 

“Yours.” You choke out, squirming, trying to get any kind of friction any kind of movement, and he swears violently, 

“All of this,” he takes a handful of your ass, and runs his free hand up your silhouette, “All of this is mine. I decide when you cum, if you ever get to cum again,” you whimper, and he closes his eyes, tuning you out to focus on the pure sensation, being inside you was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and there was something about the conquest, the idea that you were wild and he’d tamed you, that makes his palms ache with desire. 

“Yours,” you choke out again, pulling him out of his head. 

“Mine.” He snarls possessively, “Cum with me.” He rocks his hips against yours, your legs are thrown haphazardly over his shoulder, “C’mon bitch come with me.” You let go of the hot coil in your stomach as his thrusts become sporadic, the two of you completely losing control as your orgasms rip through you. It’s like vaulting over a cliff, your vision whites out and you yank hard on the ropes, nearly detaching them from the bed as he grunts above you. 

It’s a few minutes of soft breathing, of little, featherlight shivery touches before he speaks, his voice plucking a chord of vulnerability he didn’t expect. 

“Let me protect you.” His words hang heavy in the air, he pulls you onto his chest. “I can, you know I can.” You curl up into him. 

“Untie me.” It’s not a request, and he figures you both know that as long as you’re wearing the collar you can’t get away from him. He pulls at the ropes, and undoes the knots slowly, rubbing the raised welts in your skin from where you’ve strained against them. “You think you can protect me?” He nods, tucking your body into his, rubbing your back. 

“I know I can.” He says, and for a moment he’s transported back to U.A., back to his brief stint as a hero in the sun of the city, of the way people would look up at him with genuine trust. 

“I know who hired me.” You mumble. “And I saw his face, which is how I knew he’d kill me if I brought him the flash drive he was looking for.” Bakugou nods, tracing a pattern on your back. “Do you um, do you know Taichi Shohei?” Bakugou stiffens. 

“You saw that bastard's face?” He says in a low growl. You nod. 

“I thought I’d take your gauntlet, fence it, and then I could be in the wind. I’d maybe never come back to this country, but that’s okay,” you say brightly, “There are other countries.” 

“The head of the Public Hero Commission, what, met you on a rooftop?” You swallow. 

“He showed up at my place.” 

“What the fuck,” Bakugou is instantly more awake, shoving your body underneath his own so that he can look down at you. 

“I knew it.”  You look away. “There’s nothing you can do, is there.” His mind is racing. “You have to let  me go, please, I need to get away-” 

“Nah,” Bakugou sits up, straddling you. “He ain’t gonna be a problem for ya, not if you're ours.” You sigh deeply. 

“So what are you offering me?” He relaxes, flopping next to you. 

“I got shit on him,” Bakugou explains, a self-satisfied smile on his head, “That’s probably what he wanted, some leverage over me.” You nod. “But,” he kisses the top of your head, “Thanks to your sense of self-preservation he didn’t get anything.” 

“So you might say you owe me?” You say, a touch more brightness to your voice and he rolls his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t say that.” Bakugou says flatly, locking his arms around you, “I’d say you’re still at my fuckin’ mercy.” 

“So,” you say quietly, “What does joining you mean?” You reach for the collar, the thin black leather around your neck, and he pulls your hands away. 

“It means when you’re not doin’ shit for me, you don’t get to take that off.” He says gruffly. “It looks good on ya, anyway.” 

“Ugh, really?” 

“You and I both know,” he says, turning on his side to follow you as you pull away from him, “That the second that thing’s off you’ll be halfway across the city.” 

“And?” You say. “Why do you care?”

“Because I got shit I want you to steal for me,” he rumbles, “And you’re a tight fucken cocksleeve, I’m gonna keep ya.” You sigh softly, and to his delight you curl into him. 

“Mmmkay then. Fine. Eventually, you have to let me go.” 

“Think I’ll getcha a cute little leash to go with that collar.” You grit your teeth and he tightens his grip on you. “You don’t like that, don’t like the idea that you belong to me?” He pulls away enough to look in your eye. “Get used to it. You’re fuckin’ mine. This is one of the nicer things I can choose to do with your life.” You stare at him, but a shiver runs up your spine, betraying how cold you feel outside the blankets. 

“F-fine.” You say and shiver again. “Please c-can I come back, underneath?” He nods, evidently feeling benevolent. 

“My sweet, sweet little fucktoy.” He growls. “Gonna be a good girl, gonna serve me?” You feel your clit throb between your legs and nod quickly. “That’s it then,” he kisses you. “You’ll look good on a leash.” You snuggle up to him, it’s warm and soft and comfortable, and you’re struck by how true your earlier realization about his moral compass was. 

He wakes before you, realizing that despite being untied you haven’t moved away from him, that you’ve latched onto him, one of your legs is up around his waist, and most of your body is on his chest. You sigh softly at even the slightest movement, drawing his warmth closer to you. 

“S’not bad.” You murmur. “Wakin’ up with you.” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, tugging your body higher on his chest. “Let’s getcha breakfast then, huh?” You nod, and let him pull you out of bed, he loans you an unused toothbrush and you’re attempting to work a brush through your hair when he snatches it out of your hands and shoves you into a seated position on his bed. “I got it.” You swallow, and he kneels behind you, carefully, painstakingly working the brush through your hair. “My fault you spent so long without brushin’ it.” He says eventually. You let him finish and watch him get dressed, and then he leads you down a dark wood-covered staircase to a dining room table where Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are already eating. They stand when he comes in, and pulls out a chair for you. You sit, glancing nervously at the other men. Bakugou takes a seat at the head of the table and nods to you, 

“Fill ‘em in.” Bakugou brings a glass of water to his lips.

“Um,” you glance at Kirishima, who raises his eyebrows. “So I was hired by Taichi Shohei, to make a copy of Bakugou’s hard drive, the one in the room behind the bookshelves.” You’re interrupted by the sound of the blonde choking on his drink, your head snaps to him in concern. 

“You didn’t tell me that was what you were after,” he snaps, wiping his chin, “Or that you even knew that room was there.” You blink at him. 

“I know about all the rooms, the one under the kitchen, the extra one behind your closet, was that,” you trail off as each of the men looks stunned, “I didn’t just break in, I staked it out.” You fidget. “Remember that I am, that I was a good thief.” He rubs his eyes and Denki snickers. 

“She’s gotcha there.” 

“I,” you fidget a little, “That’s it though.” 

“Taichi,” Kirishima leans back in his chair, it creaks under the weight of his muscle. “Not a good enemy to have.” 

“Thanks for the insight.” You quip. “That’s why I was hoping to leave the country.” Kirishima chuckles, but Bakugou’s scowl deepens. 

“I’m gonna enjoy gettin’ rid of your attitude.” He snips, and servants bring breakfast for the men, slipping a plate of eggs in front of you. “We’re gonna protect her from Taichi, and if she’s a good girl,” he coos at you, “I’ll let her go and get things when I need ‘em fetched.” 

“I’d like a turn at her attitude,” Kirishima says brightly, and Bakugou shrugs. 

“She breaks easy. Have at it.” You look sharply at him. “Relax, you’ll be able to make fun of him for havin’ honor too.” 

“Bet she’d be good for me,” Kirishima says, smiling at you. “If for no other reason than it’ll piss you off.”  

“That is intriguing,” You muse, and Bakugou scowls. “Don’t worry,” you give him your sweetest smile. “I’ll be a good little thief for you too, for now.” 

If you’re a bakugo fan read this! This author it amazing at depicting him and has amazing story!

hear those bells ring: chapter 7 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: We learn why Bakugo’s been avoiding Reader… and then the two go on a date that’s not a date if you ask Bakugo.

(I also jokingly told my best friend that this chapter was unofficially titled “Going on Dates and Giving Kirishima Heart Attacks: GTA Edition lmao)

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language. Small CW/TW: Reader does get briefly catcalled (but Bakugo obviously comes to her defense… expeditiously lol)

A/N: Had a lot of fun with this chapter! Hope you enjoy <3

Also question - Do y’all still want the tumblr links to the previous chaps down below? 

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

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