Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Teen Wolf/Shameless MasterList

Stiles Stilinski:

Drive You Home?

Just A Silly Crush

Failed

Nothing

Pleading For Mercy

The Sound Of Your Voice

First Time

I Just Wanted To Help

A Little Stuck

I Had To

It Was You

Oh, Thank God!

You Do Look Hot

Married Couple

Coming Back

All of This, Just for You

Yeah

Kept Hidden

He Won’t Mind

Hangover

Never Ending Memory

All Your Fault

Hesitant

Not At All

Didn’t Mind

Been There For You

Think (with Void Stiles)

Bound To Happen

Nor Will It Ever

Terrible At Keeping Secrets

Void Stiles:

My Time

A Craving

Sinister

Kinda Messed Up

Chaotic

Scott McCall:

Watching Over You

Unable To

Take Me Home

Practice Jersey

Reciting The Textbook

I Never Was

Revealing Myself

Fade Away

Nothing Else

With Your Permission

I Always Have

What You’ve Endured

Isaac Lahey:

Wasn’t Sure

Anchor

Long Enough

I Could Never

Two Beta’s And Their Alpha’s

Probably

But You Loved It

All For Me?

It’s Too Late

The Truth

Making Sure

Every Step of the Way

Never Wavering

Deal

It’s A Date

Defensive

Support

Me

We Thought It Was Obvious

Maybe Not

As Long As

Yourself

Okay (fuckboy au)

Wanted To Be Him

Late Night Confessions

No Longer

Want

For Beacon Hills

Derek Hale:

Stumbling Through

You Do Now

A Long Time

Accident In The Kitchen

Breaking The Law

Never Disappointed

To The Loft

Saved Your Butts

Faint

Liam Dunbar:

Now Is Not The Time

Just Fine

Heart of Gold

Helpless

Totally Worth It

A Little

Is This Really The Time?

Deep Gash

Doesn’t Change Anything

But..?

All Along

Good Enough Reason

Hadn’t Known

Dramatic

No Matter What

Theo Raeken:

Ended Up Becoming More

Without Hesitation

Stay With Me, Okay?

Mixed Emotions

I’m Pretty Sure

Three In The Morning

Sincerity

I Slipped

Idealistic

Secrecy

Actors:

Dylan O’Brien:

Lounging

Daniel Sharman:

Better?

Shameless:

Lip Gallagher:

Something Else

Smitten

Always Gonna Be There (platonic)

Unbelievably, Uncontrollably and Undeniably

More Than Enough

A Place

Poor Excuse

Rest Assured

You’re Fucking Oblivious

Ian Gallagher:

Just One Moment (platonic)

Carl Gallagher:

Kissing Training Wheels

My Hero

Thanks To You

In The End

Distaste

2019/08/19

HOW HE SOUNDS | gojo satoru nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐

˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! gojo x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, gojo being a tease, edging(???), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

GOJO is really vocal in my opinion. like he fucks, whines and moans like it’s the first and last time you’ll ever have sex. “f-fuuuck…” he just moans and moans.

he’s such a tease with it too as if he isn’t moaning and grunting his vocal cords away. “awh, you cryin’ ?” “feelin’ good? my cock’s got you so full huh, baby?” “right here?”

backshots, face in a pillow as he’s grabbing ur hips. you’re gripping the sheets for dear life while this man literally fucks you into the next dimension.

he definitely switches up position right like 3 times before he finally—finally lets you come. “you close? mm?”

source.

Masterlist

Owen Grady

Love in an Elevator: Owen and the reader are always arguing, the current argument is about the reader transferring to the new I-Rex enclosure to become it`s handler, which means leaving Owen and the girls. Owen is angry, and confronts Claire in the control room. They end up stuck in the elevator, and anger eventually leads to something else. (smut)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 

Strangers in the Night: Owen and the reader meet at an annual masquerade work party, where Claire drags the reader (her assistant) along, and she ends up meeting Owen. The only problem is she doesn’t know it`s Owen, thanks to those pesky masks. (smut)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Best of British: Owen always felt like he didn`t need help doing paperwork, until Claire brought the reader in to do it for him. The raptor trainer instantly resented the help, until he heard the reader`s English accent, and that`s when things get interesting.

Baby You`re Mine: The reader works with Owen, and fantasizes about him every day, but the raptor trainer doesn`t notice her…until someone else does.(smut)

Leaving Home: You and Owen were childhood friends, growing up together. You did everything together and eventually, at age 16, you realized you were in love with him. The problem? He was going off to join the Navy.

Returning Home (Part 2 to Leaving Home): The reader and Owen are reunited after years of lost contact.

Yes Mr. Grady: The reader works with Owen in the Jurassic World (she is his assistant and has a big crush on him), but she always ignore him, trying to sneak every time he calls her and looking for something to occupy. When Owen notes that, he calls her in his office and she treats him with much formality, calling him “Mr. Grady” which leaves Owen angry. (smut)

Summer Lovin`: Anon Prompt- Hey 👋 I love your writing, you’re amazing writer so keep going!! 😘 and I have a request if you don’t mind 😊 Could you write some Owen Grady x reader, where reader is jealous and then somehow get hurt and is transported to hospital, while Owen can’t find her? With fluffy and happy ending 😊 thank you so much for your writing!

Reunited Lovers: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing (smut)

Missed Briefings: Anon request: could do you do Owen Grady x reader where she was at his bungalow and he was shirtless (no shirt on) and like he’s flirting at her but she’s having a stressful day and he comforts her and cuddle her, he was calming her. Fluff I thought it would be cute

Peter Quill x Reader 

Fooled Around and Fell in Love: Based on the song from the soundtrack where the reader is in love with Peter.

Cherry Bomb: Anon Prompt: Reader loses their virginity to peter quill and once it’s over they realized they bled because of it, causing the reader to be embarrassed but he is loving and reassuring (smut)

Finally Home for Christmas: Anon Request- peter quill x reader where the peter and reader are hopelessly in love and its their first Christmas together.

Come A Little Bit Closer: After escaping from Planet Ego, Yondu survives and encourages you and Peter to finally admit your “unspoken thing”

You Can Borrow My Clothes: Anon Request- the reader is saved from the Guardians of the Galaxy but she doesn’t have any clothes because they’re all messed up and she can’t fit in Gamora’s because she’s curvy in all the right places so she has to wear Peter’s clothes and the reader is all flustered and everyone is kind of appreciating how she looks and you can make up the rest.

Let`s Celebrate:  Anon Prompt: Hi could you do a Peter quill x reader where the reader is Gamora’s friend and Peter can’t take his eyes off her when she comes on the ship. Thanks 😀

Pre-Mission Quickie:  Drabble request “Let me pick the music for once” and “I remember that night” (smut)

Worth The Wait: Drabble request “Let him be” and “What are you waiting for?”

Dean Winchester x Reader

Wildest Dreams: Based on the song by Taylor Swift (smut)

I Love Rock and Roll: Dean meets the reader at party, and they connect. Circumstances separate them, but will they find their way back to each other?

The Odd Couple: The reader doesn’t drink or cuss and is on the shyer side, and everyone sort of questions why her and Dean are together.

The Time Traveling Hunter: request-: Hi, would you write a dean winchester X plus size reader? I was thinking it could be when he goes back in time to old Hollywood. He might find the reader as a assistant and find her attractive. But she is convinced that all the attention she gets from him is a joke? I think it would be funny also if she imagines things like cell phones and tech we have today and he wants to bring her back to the present.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) x Reader

Blinded by Love: Wade is back with Vanessa after defeating Francis but eventually she leaves him and he is comforted by his roommate.

Waffles of Love: Deadpool walks into a waffle house, gets swept into a speed dating round. Meets several quirky people that either just aren’t right or REALLY don’t fit….and at the end, the reader.

The Hit Woman: The reader was a past girlfriend of Wade’s prior to weapon X and they were forced to go separate ways because of a job offer she got overseas. They cross paths again and hit it off like no time has passed (smut)

Chimichangas of Love: Deadpool smut

Kiss or Kill: The reader is a mercenary hired to kill Deadpool, but when the two meet Deadpool prefers to take a fancy to the reader and tries to kiss her and flirting, while she tries to kill him. At the end Deadpool wins.

Green Eyes Deadpool: Deadpool becomes jealous from the attention the reader receives from certain males.

Getting Over Vanessa: Deadpool’s trying to move on about Vanessa then he mets the reader, they hook up, he uses her, then falls for her. (smut)

Dance Off: Deadpool and the reader playing “Last Dance” on Wii only with sexy songs. Deadpool teases and flirts with the reader because of her sensual dance, so she proposes a deal: who get more points in a match of 3 songs wins, the loser has to serve a penance.

Sniffles: The reader wakes up and has come down with a horrid head cold and Deadpool stays in bed with them caring for them.

Painted Douchebags: Some douchebags make fun of the reader because she’s short of stature and a girl. The player doesn’t want to play anymore, but Wade convinces her. During the game, Wade takes care of the bastards who joked about his girl.

The Reunion: Deadpool spying over her girlfriend while she’s attending her highschool reunion. He ends up blowing his cover when he saw some guys (aparently his girlfriends best friends) being flirty with her.

Liar! I Love You:  Deadpool meets the reader at the Stark Tower for the first time and fells head over heals in love with her. But he can’t express it normally. She also tries to be cold and grumpy towards Wade but he reads her like a book. They always ends up bickering.

Light in the Darkest of Times: Deadpool and the reader meet during program x and the reader is the one telling Wade about Francis and cracking jokes with him but she died during experimentation and Wade avenges her death.

You`re Perfect: The reader is Weasel`s sister and when he goes to the bar he finds her instead and he tries to hide but she makes him take the hood off and hugs him telling him that he’ll always be perfect for her.

Revenge: The reader’s trying to get Wade back but Wade’s having his revenge to her by being too mean to her. Though he still loves her even if his hurt.

Anything You Want Baby: The reader is pretty much a prostitute, but also a mercenary and they meet on a kill mission and he recognizes her. (smut)

Whip My Hair: The reader cuts off a lot of her hair.

Contain Yourself: Wade met reader as one of the victims in Weapon X and has a very uncontrollable power. He became fond of her and protected her from being used by Francis.

Text Me: Deadpool texting his girl while doing his (very dangerous) mission.(implied smut)

All`s Fair in Love and Prank Wars: Wade likes to prank everyone. The reader wants to take revenge for every single prank he did to her. They began a “prank war” that lead the two of them to fall in love.

Where Have You Been?: The reader is Deadpool’s best friend and after wades ‘death’ she joins X-Men (her power is energy manipulation) and when she sees him she slaps him telling him where has he been and then hugs him.

You Versus Me: The reader met Wade during the project x stuff, but got taken by Ajax during the fire and then forced to fight Wade against their will.

Lightsaber Monologues: The reader is sleeping and he wakes her up with kissed and movie quotes in a story-teller voice.

Pour Some Sugar on Me: The reader is Deadpool`s girlfriend and a stripper. He goes to watch her perform sometimes and once he’s just super horny and then they have sex once they go back home. (smut)

Beach Day: The reader goes to the beach with the Avengers for the day and they all hit on her much to Deadpool`s dismay.

Age Is Just A Number: The reader is 20 but acts Wade’s age and he thinks its weird to be with her at first.

Drive My Car: “Fuck, I feel like I got hit by a car. Wait I did? And it was your car?” and “The skirt is short on purpose” word prompt.

Hanging On: The reader has a biokenisis power where she can affect the biology of living things (make them move/change physically how she wants) and is able to heal Wade. Vanessa had broken up with Wade and once she heals him he leaves to try and get her back (she expecting him to). She leaves for a while to try and get over her feelings and Weasel explains to Wade why she left when he asks where she was.

Bullets of Love: The reader is married to Deadpool and he comes home late a night with bullets in his back and the reader has to nurse him and he tells her how much he loves her!

The Beginning of a Beautiful Partnership: Before he became Deadpool he entered a bar and killed someone and everyone freaked out and ran away except for reader who didn’t even flinch and when he goes to her she simply says “i’m not over with my drink yet” and she’s so beautiful and powerful and sassy? Mix between tony stark and wade wilson himself and they somehow end up having sex (smut)

X-Force Interview: You saw the ad for a superhero team and after acquiring mind reading powers, you thought “fuck it” and decided to interview. You never expected to have a in-depth interview.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Ev`ry Time We Say Goodbye: The reader is a secretary for a big-wig company and lives a safe life, but one evening her friends convince her to go out dancing. Little does she know that her life would change forever.

10 Things I Hate About You: Steve & Y/N absolutely hate each other after an incident in the tower leaves them both embarrassed. Not a day goes by without them arguing but what happens when Tony traps them in an elevator?

The Seduction of Steve Rogers: @tubbypeachwriting request: Oh goodness gracious could I request a Steve Rogers x thick chubby reader smut if that’s ok where the reader surprises Steve wearing red lingerie when he gets home, that other Steve Rogers x thick reader got me good so I just had to request. (smut)

I Like You A Latte: Anon Request-  Could I request a Steve Rogers x thick chubby where the reader works in a local coffee and he goes in there throwing all kinds of pick up lines that Tony told him to use at the reader about their butt.

Green Eyed Steve: Anon request- Hello babe, could you write about reader reuniting with her old male friend in one of Stark’s party and Steve gets a little jealous (a lot) and he can’t stop watching her and others bothering him about it? I’ll leave the rest to you cause you’re amazing!

Before We Fight, Love Me: Steve finally returns to help save the Earth from Thanos but before the fight, he reunites with the reader. Feeling are exposed resulting in a passion fueled romp before the war forces them apart. (smut)

The Manhattan Adventure: All you wanted was a quiet drink after a terrible day at work. Little did you know that you would met Captain America in a bar and end up walking around Manhattan on a whirlwind adventure that ends with both of you getting your palms read and a prediction you never dreamed of.

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls:  As a princess, you obey and serve your country but when a handsome painter comes along, commissioned by your parents to create your royal portrait, you can`t help but break the rules (smut)

It`s Been A Long Time: Steve and Y/N were close, really close, before the events in CW, some would say in love, but once the war is over, Y/N disappears without a trace. Steve is left to wonder where she went while he looks after Bucky until he finds her again in the unlikeliest of places and just when Thanos is looming nearby to destroy everything they hold dear.

I`m Here: Anon request: Hi! Sorry to bother, but if you have enough time, could you make a Steve Rogers X Reader where she comforts him after Bucky and Sam’s deaths with some fluffy smut? Not pressuring you or anything, it’s completely fine if you don’t want to do it, have a great day! (smut)

If I Loved You: Anon Request: Slow dancing with Steve! So. I love to slow dance. I especially love when someone rolls you out and then in so that your back is against their chest. And being dipped. Holy hell, slow dancing is just the best.

The Midnight Stroll:  Steve`s mind is whirling with thoughts about his responsibilities as an Avenger so he takes a walk to calm down his racing mind. He comes across a coffee shop with a beautiful singer who reminds him of his past life and his night changes in a way he never expected.

The Spy Who Loved Steve: The reader was in love with Steve for two years and was heartbroken when he started dating Sharon Carter. She joined the CIA as a femme fatale and was assigned to expose a Hydra plan to destroy the world. As she undertakes her mission, she sees a familiar face from the past, Steve Rogers.

The Thanksgiving Report: Steve Rogers and reader are at Clint’s for Thanksgiving. Steve and reader arrive separate due to a mission, but when reader walks in Steve is in awe. She immediately walks into kitchen and offers to help Laura. From Steve’s seat at the table he can see her clearly and when she bends over to take the food out of the oven, his hand involuntarily clenches around the edge of the table. Seeing this, like a child, he coyly moves his napkin slightly to cover the now dented table and excuses himself and reader (smut)

Scott Lang x Reader

My Tiny Hero: Scott and the reader have been friends since college, she has loved him since the firs time she saw him and has stuck with him through everything: college, his marriage to Maggie, Cassie, his divorce, and his prison sentence- can she still stick with him during his new adventure, Ant Man? Does he feel the same about her?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Insecurities: Anon Prompt- Hi love, I love your writing and if it’s not too much to ask can I request a Bucky x chubby reader where she’s an avenger and has a super crush on Bucky and Steve plays matchmaker? Thanks!

Perfect: Based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Anon Prompt: What about a Bucky x reader when they’re at a stark party and perfect by Ed Sheeran comes on and Bucky dances with the reader like he would in the 40s and gets all crinkly eye smiley and it’s super fluffy?

Rooftop Confessions:  Drabble using “You think I’m frightened of you?”  and “Can I show you what I’m proudest of?”

Plums: Anon Drabble Request: “You scared me, dickhead!” and “We keep meeting” 

Dear Bucky: Y/N and Bucky were childhood friends and when Bucky goes off to war, they exchange letters

Dear Bucky, It`s Me Again: Part two to ‘Dear Bucky’

I`ll Always Be With You My Love: May I request a Bucky imagine and both the reader and him were taken by HYDRA before but now they’re fine with the Avengers and anything as long as it’s Fluff and Smut thank youuuuu!❤ (smut)

A Royal Affair: Y/N is a regular girl who lived a regular life but today that all changes. She is marrying Prince James Buchanan Barnes of Brooklyn.

Let`s Get Physical: Y/N heads to her local gym every night after work where the highlight of her day is seeing him: the sexy beast of a man who haunts her dreams every night. What happens when they are both in the gym alone?

Working Out The Kinks: The reader is talking with Nat about kinks and stuff they like, Buck over hears and decides it’s his best opportunity. (Biting, pinning upon the wall “like a masterpiece”, teasing, just raw fun, fluffy passion PWEASE. I’m just not feeling all that good and I figured a good nsfw fluffy passion would do the trick! (smut)

The Right Partner:  Y/N has always been insecure about her appearance but when she meets Bucky in a dance hall and he asks her to dance.  Her whole life changes. Will it be too good to be true?

The Bucharest Fugitive:  You are a student in Bucharest which means your accommodation is less than luxurious. Your old building has hardly any occupants but you soon discover a certain Winter Soldier in your living room and he needs a place to hide. (smut)

Read My Mind Request: the reader is Telepathic and she can speak to him through minds. However, Loki teaches him to be able to do the same. And both Bucky and the reader have silent conversations day and night, get closer and then end up in smut? (smut)

Baby: Based on the song Baby by Bishop Briggs (smuttish)

The Best Man:  You had sworn off of men after a string of douchebags telling you that you needed to lose weight. Until you meet Bucky, the best man at your best friend, Peggy`s wedding, and you are the maid of honor. Can he change your mind? 

Steve Trevor x Reader

A New Year`s Kiss: Y/N had never been kissed before. Her early draft into the war did not allow much time for romance but the young woman had developed feelings for her colleague, a certain spy named Steve Trevor. Steve & Y/N are undercover at a German party and partake in a traditional new year kiss with a twist.

To Be Human: Diana has a cousin who is the daughter of General Antiope, (the reader) who follows the Godkiller to the world of men and helps her on her journey. On the way, the reader falls for a certain American spy/solider. (smut)

Jim Kirk x Reader

Captain with Benefits: Anon Prompt: hi. can i get jim kirk imagine, where he and reader are friends with benefits and she falls in love with jim but he only wants sex. you can write the end however you want. (smut)

Newt Scamander x Reader

Strange Magic: The reader helps Newt on his trip and when Jacob has to walk into the rain, so does she, but she remembers everything because she was adopted by muggles and is actually a wizard.

Loki x Reader

Divine Intervention Anon Prompt: Loki smut? Where the avengers (including Loki and Bucky) are on the run from Thanos because he has discovered avengers tower and it’s not safe to live there anymore. They find a hotel and realise that they are one room short and everyone dibs not sharing so that leaves you and Loki together. There is only one bed and no sofa so you share the bed with Loki and I’ll let you take it from there😏😉 Please and thank you with a cherry on top! Xx (smut)

Do You Love Me? : Anon Drabble Request: Could you possibly do Loki x reader for 4 or 46? Thank you so much for your time- “Have I done something wrong?”  and “I know I don’t say it a lot, but I love you”

Reunited in Sakaar: The reader leaves Asgard under duress and finds herself on Sakaar under the care of the Grandmaster. What happens when the love of her life, Loki, appears on Sakaar when he was the one she was running from? 

Remember Me: Request- reader was once loki’s lover on asgard, a fierce scholar and warrior, but died in loki’s arms on a Battlefield. Since then loki has been bitter and dark. Now on midgard and working with the avengers, reader is spotted by both thor and loki. They were there for loki to repent. Reader do not remember loki. 

The Appraisal:  Based on this audio from British Filth where Loki is your boss and you head into his office for your annual review…little did you know he`d be appraising more than your work. (smut)

Thor x Reader

A Thunderous Arrangement Anon Request: hello can I request one with Thor where reader and him were arranged to marry each other but Thor never really treated her as a wife but one day he sees someone flirt with her and get super jealous? thanks anyway.

Every King Needs A Queen:  hi i love your writing so much i was wondering if you could possibly do a thor smut, with him after the ending of IW or ragnarok please (smut)

God of Coffee: Request- Thor and reader in a coffee shop. In which Thor basically has never dealt with coffee before. Makes it even funnier if its Starbucks and you’re having to explain all the terms to him

Stronger Than Me: Anon Request: Hey! Can we get a request where Thor and reader are dating and one day she wakes up and walks out for breakfast and hears Thor bragging about how strong and sweet she is? I feel like he would do that a lot lol

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Reader

On The Hook: The reader and Arthur don’t get along and are constantly fighting but is that the truth? (smut)

Your Highness:  Arthur is now the king of Atlantis and like every king, he has a throne but he also needs a queen. Luckily, the council have some suggestions but there is one that Arthur wants (smut)

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

The Many Faces of Love (ongoing): The reader and Din are in love and on Mandalore waiting to be married. Yet until that day comes, they cannot see each other`s face and spend their nights together in darkness. How do they react on their wedding night when they see each other for the first time? smut*

Part 1* Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Blind Pleasure: The reader thinks the Mandalorian tolerates her for the purpose of her looking after the child. During a bounty hunt, Mando leaves the reader and the kid in a cantina with a comm. They run into trouble and Mando saves the day…what happens when they forget to turn off the comms when they return to the ship? (smut)

Hungry Eyes:  Din can`t help but watch you move around the Razorcrest in the dress you wore for catching a bounty…what happens when he can`t keep his eyes off of you? (smut)

A Mandalorian Drabble

Another Mandalorian Drabble

Clumsy: Request- Reader doesn’t know what is happening but Mando knows what Cara is up to by the way Cara always take care of Yoda so you two can get some alone time. It crescendos as Cara basically makes reader trip into Mando’s arm making Mando a flustering mess and the reader making him having to explain finally what Cara has been trying to do these past few months

To Be Alone:  The reader is the daughter of an Imperial general who has hired the Mandalorian to escort his daughter to her betrothed in Alderaan. The job is simple but what happens when feelings emerge and things get complicated?

Money For Nothing: Based around Ep 6 “The Prisoner” - When the Mandalorian accepts the mission from Ran, he is thrust back into a life he thought he left behind. How did he endure the immoral morons back then? Breaking into the prison is a breeze but what happens when Qin isn`t the only prisoner Din discovers locked up on the New Republic ship? (smut)

Purple Haze: Din has had enough, he has to escape. He visits the local brothel on the planet you are currently docked on, and seeks comfort from a stranger. What happens when he is offered something he yearns for: the chance to be with you? (smut)

Your Love Is My Drug: Din and the reader have been married for a couple of months and Din makes it his mission to show her how much he loves her every night by worshipping her body. However, the reader can see the glint in his eye whenever she handles the cuffs for the bounties and the silent yearning to take her and show her who she belongs to when a local gets a little suggestive. She finally confronts him about it and together, they decide to experiment and hopefully, Din will be able to give into his darkest desires.(smut)

Javier Peña x Reader

Falling:  Based off of the song Falling by Harry Styles. (smuttish)

Someone You Loved:  Javi is back in Laredo and sees Lorraine. He also sees his best friend from childhood, Y/N. Old feelings are reignited but what will Javi do when he decides to head back to Colombia? (smut)

El Baño: The reader is undercover for the CIA and pretending to be the new girlfriend of Don Berna. When a certain DEA agent gets involved with Los Pepes, he also struggles with the risky business of lusting after the girlfriend of a narco (smut)

Por Amarte (Part Two of El Baño): Javier and the reader are back in the United States and getting used to life as civilians. This is what happens after the crazy events in Colombia between Y/N and Javi as they navigate a new life together (smut)

Dímelo (Part Three of El Baño):  Javier and the reader arrive back in Colombia to hunt down the Cali cartel. What happens when things get more complicated than they ever imagined? (smut)

Nunca Te Olvidaré (Part Four of El Baño): Javier and the reader have a lot of things to contend with while Javi attempts to take down the Cali Cartel. Will they be able to stay strong when their pasts come back to haunt them? Or will their happy ending fade away before they can make it back to Texas? (smut)

Four Weddings and a Funeral (ongoing): Based on Four Weddings and a Funeral. Javier sees you again at the wedding of your high school friends and the old spark you once had is reignited. Will it survive the evening or will it burn out before he heads back to the DEA Headquarters in Houston? (smut)

Part 1* 

Motivation: Javier, Steve and Y/N have a late night in the office reviewing files for new intel and decide to call it a night before heading to the local bar. Y/N notices something different about how Javier reacts to what she says and decides to act on the desire she has been hiding for the past year (smut)

The Casanova of Bogatá: The reader and Javier are friends with benefits. While working at the CEA department, a few of the guys compare Y/N to the informants Javier “works with.” What will Y/N do when Javier comes over that evening with a pizza and a six pack of beer? (smut)

Catch Sicarios, Not Feelings: It’s Javier’s first day back at the Embassy and along with being the new head of the DEA, he also gains an assistant. Javier dismisses Y/N and tells her he doesn’t need an assistant to fetch him coffee but what happens when she turns out to be the best asset he could ever wish for - both professionally and personally? (smut)

Háblame Sucio: The reader and Javi are secretly friends-with-benefits but their partner Steve has no idea. One humid day, you are waiting for Carrillo and Javier takes advantage of the free time…much to Steve’s annoyance (smut)

Fix You (Ongoing): Two lonely souls seek out the same therapist and meet in the waiting room: one has mandatory sessions and suffers from insomnia, the other has returned from Colombia and reluctantly seeks help to battle his own demons. Will they be able to find what they are looking for from their therapy sessions and maybe, along the way, they find the peace they yearn for in each other?

Part 1

Oberyn Martell x Reader

The Rose and the Viper:  Margaery is getting married to Joffrey and you are heading to Kings Landing with your grandmother, Olenna for the celebrations. As the unmarried, older sister to the bride, rumours swirl about you and your single status. Upon your arrival to the capital, you head to the baths to clean up and relax- what happens when a certain Dornish prince enters the ladies baths by accident and you invite him to join you? (smut)

Agent Whiskey x Reader

Train Kept A Rollin:  Whiskey and Prosecco are assigned to gather intel from a married couple while pretending to be married themselves. There is just one problem: the Statesman agents can`t stand each other - how the hell are they going to act married?

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Yes Prime Minister:  Thomas Hiddleston is the new Prime Minister of the UK and you just joined the staff at Downing Street. After an embarrassing first encounter, you and Tom grow closer but then the American Ambassador, Chris Evans, comes along to No. 10 and is taken with you. Downing Street has seen it`s fair share of political drama but never a love story (smut)

Mystery Man 

Loneliness Kills: Loneliness was consuming Y/N until a certain man walked into the cafe she was sitting in and began to change her outlook on love and the idea of soulmates.

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More Than Words:  During the Covid-19 pandemic, the lockdown has everyone going a little bit crazy but your mysterious neighbor keeps you entertained with his guitar playing. One day, you head outside and finally see him playing his guitar. What happens when your unusual meeting during a terrible time leads to something beautiful?

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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. 

_____

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.” 

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Imagines:

Derek being scared to have sex while you’re pregnant

Being Scott’s older sister and you end up confiding in Derek when you find out your father’s back

Going to Derek for lessons about sex

Hiding your emotions and Derek takes an interest in you

Being Derek’s mate and he gets over protective when you’re pregnant

Klaus get jealous when he finds out you wont go on a date with him because you’re in love with Derek

Derek being more playful as a wolf and your daughter convinces Isaac to play with them

Stiles having to babysit Derek when he’s young Derek and tries to hide that ‘Miguel’ is Derek

Derek getting jealous After you break up because he finds out you’re dating Scott

Being Derek’s mate despite not liking him when you first meet

The pack realising you need their help because of how self-destructive your behaviour has become

Looking after Derek when he’s in his wolf form

Period sex with Derek

Derek teaching Isaac how to touch you

Derek getting jealous when Stiles flirts with you

Being Stiles sister and he tells Derek to back off

How you meet Derek

How you meet Derek (Part Two)

How he kisses you

His pet name for you

Returning to help Derek

Derek helping you after you have your wisdom teeth out

Becoming Scott’s beta and you save Derek

Klaus gets jealous when he finds you wont go on a date with him because you’re in love with Derek

Helping Derek enjoy the beta’s party

Oneshots:

I may have made her mad

The one where Derek takes Stiles to a strip club

Salvatore or Hale

Julia’s birthday request

A little love

Stiles, Derek and Scott (Part of the Teen wolf training program AU)

Ride a Hale

Alpha insanity (Part One)

Distraction

All you did was shave

Home

Play with me Alpha

Good pet

Mr Wolf

Mr Wolf (Part Two)

Prompts:

“With all due respect, I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said.”

“I AM NOT CRYING, OK?! I’M ALLERGIC TO JERKS!!”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.” “You’re a nerd.”

“I told you, no more pets.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“You belong to me and you need to accept it.”

“You had time to call the police. Why didn’t you?”

“He’s respectable, ya’ know, a little bit dodgy.” “Do you think he / she crashed the car on purpose?” 

“I have to take you to the doctor.”

“I did a pregnancy test.“

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy”

“You’re bleeding all over my furniture.”

“He’s respectable, but, ya’ know, a little bit dodgy.”

“Hey, I want you to meet my wife.”

“Oh, it’s just coffee.”

“That’s brilliant. That’s brilliant! Let’s do it!”

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy"

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“If you don’t open up that door on the count of three, I will start huffing and puffing!”

“It’s cute when you blush.”

“Umm just so you know, I’m kind of stuck in the Christmas lights.”

“Hey, I want you to meet my wife.”

“We’re snowed in…”

“How big is it?”

“If me and Santa got into a fight, who do you think would win?”

“When did this turn into an ugly sweater party?”

“If I hear this song one more time there will be blood.”

“Will you help me go Christmas shopping?”

“We’re snowed in…”

“You have such a pretty face. You should be on a Christmas card.”

“I hate winter.”

“If I hear this song one more time there will be blood.”

“Is that mistletoe hanging from the light?”

“The price limit was 20 dollars!”

“Surprise! I’m your Christmas present.”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me and I’ll never ask again.”

“That was hardly porn.”

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy"

“Now, put your good clothes on.”

“Yeah school. That’s where people go to learn things like not keep children up all night.”

“If only I’d gone over when she / he called.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

“If this is a joke, I’ll kill you!”

“The price limit was 20 dollars!”

“Why are you even worrying? The kid’s just going to ignore the toy and play with the box.”

Fake Texts:

Fake Instagram posts:

I Would Pair:

Moodboard:

Christmas with Derek

Momma Hale - Derek x Fem!Reader

The War Of Beacon Hills - Sterek

The Training Program - Teen Wolf Au

Our Cousin Stiles - Teen wolf / My babysitters A Vampire

+18 Smut Masterlist

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎 (𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑖𝑐) | 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Description:

You are a young woman (23 years old) born on a mysterious island called Tanata. Most people think that your civilization belongs to the ancient times... Only a few know that your city still exists.

You long for the meaning of life and one fateful day, everything changed for you when you met the Strawhat Pirates and the Heart Pirates.

(The civilization is based on ancient Greece in terms of clothing/architecture/culture)

Generally:

This is my first story in years, I hope you like it sweeties <3

The story takes place just before the time skip. A few things don't match in terms of time and content. Sooooo, please don't hold that against me, but that's my fantasy and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ^////^

Also, in this One Piece story, neither Luffy nor the Strawhats are the main characters / heroes.

It's mostly about the successes and deeds of the Heart Pirates and the fate of the Reader.

Additionally, the Strawhats were not separated on Sabaody. They all fought in the decisive battle, were rescued by the Heart Pirates and ended up on a lost island.

Warnings: A few chapters have adult content 🔞 - NFSW | Smut | MDNI | 18+

Trafalgar D. Water Law ✘ ♀ Reader

Slow burn with plot <3

Spoiler (will be mentioned in Chapter)

Mature content

Chapters ☟

Chapter 1 - Danger at a depth of almost 1000 meters 

Chapter 2 - Welcome to the woods

Chapter 3 - At the Hera Palace (Update on 11|13)

Chapter 4 - The ceremony (in progress)

Reblog Challenge - March

Well it looks like I’ve read more than the challenge suggests but you know what, I don’t care because they all deserve recognition! Enjoy - make sure you check out the writers and their other content too. Also please check warnings on each fic as they may not be to your taste!

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Acts of Intimacy by @the-unspoken-rule​​

Adore You by @yikeswtfmate​

Candy Hearts by @mimiwrxts​

Can You Keep A Secret by @sebbbystaaan​​

Cute by @starshinebucky​​

Face the Sun [8/10] by @buckys-darling​​

Flop: A Bucky Barnes Drabble by @4point7​​

Heartless (Masterlist) by @thisishowdynastiesareborn​​

Injuries by @buckthegrump​​

It’s A Deal (Chapter 1) by @justreadingfics​​

Just Roommates by @sunriserose1023​

Just Roommates by @justkending​

Little Lion Man by @wkemeup​

Maybe I Should Complain by @too-gay-for-marvel​​

Missing You by @stuckonjbbarnes​​

Name Calling (Masterlist) by @the–sad–hatter​

Next To Me (Masterlist) by @sgtjbuccky​

Phantom Pain (Masterlist) by @the–sad–hatter​​

Swallow by @all1e23​​

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

The Gunslinger Chronicles by @the–sad–hatter​​

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

The Matchmaker by @buckysknifecollection​​

The Wilds by @moonstruckbucky​

Together by @valkyriesryde​

Trust Me by @buckyssoul​​

Undercover Boss: Club Gemini by @stuckonjbbarnes​​

Loki Laufeyson

Boop by @coffee-with-bucky​​

Mischief, Meet Your Match (Masterlist) by @the–sad–hatter​​

Natasha Romanoff

милая by @startrekkingaroundasgard​​

Sam Wilson

Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection​​

Talkng to The Moon (Part 1) by @princessmisery666​​

We Are Friends by @supraveng​​

Steve Rogers

Chin Up by @venusbarnes​​

I See The Light (Masterlist) by @allaboutthebooz​​

Just A Little Complicated by @empyreanwritings​​

Neighbour by @evanstarff​​​

No Take Backs by @notyetneedcoffee​​

Tequila Confessions by @captain-kelli​​

Thor Odinson

As You Wish by @thatfanficstuff​​

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Noticing When You’re Down by @luci-in-trenchcoats​​

Putting On A Show by @mummybear​​

Slow by @sunlightdances​​

Woke Up by @luci-in-trenchcoats​​

Untouched by @negans-lucille-tblr​​

John Winchester

Magic John by @kittenofdoomage​​

Sam Winchester

Did You Just Hiss At Me? by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters​​

The Walking Dead

Negan

The Art of Foreplay by @irrelevantwriter​​

The Witcher

Geralt

Beautiful and Damned by @dreamwritesimagines​​

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 16

Let Me Love You by @jensensjaredsandmishaslover​​

Part One

Part Two

Stranger to the Rescue by @waiting4inspiration​​

Real Person Fiction

Chris Evans

Minutes ‘til Midnight by @twittytelly​​

Other

Natasha Romanoff x Dean Winchester x Wanda Maximoff

Not All Mutants are Monsters by @negans-lucille-tblr​​

Masterlist

🥵- smut/ explicit content

Total works - 43

Criminal Minds 

Gender Neutral!Reader

Birthdays

Comfort

Confessions

Dreams

Feeling Green

Habits

Hurt

Is that my shirt?

Jack

Lunch Date

New Years.

Not just friends

Oblivious

Reckless

Undeniable attraction

Naughty girl (I’m sorry it’s only the title that’s gendered!)

Fem!Reader 

Are you happy?

Being a bit extreme

Care

Caught

Daddy. (🥵)

Emergency

Granted

Locked Out

Luck

Mr & Mrs Smith - Spy AU

Needy

New Addition

No strings attached

Profiled

Sitter

The Intern. (1) (2)

The one where they met.

Series

Entangled ~ enemies to lovers with Hotch

Gender Neutral!Reader

Anniversary (crappy soulmate AU)

Heather.

I wish you were Heather. { ‘Heather’ part 2 }

Fem!Reader 

Compromising positions 

Important links!

400 Celebration Blurbs (Xmas themed)

Fic Rec List (500 celebration)

WIPs : a list on all the fics im working on currently!

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