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The Contract Masterlist

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

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Epilogue

AO3 LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48492484

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

Chapter 1 - Next - Masterlist - Playlist - Art - Ao3

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

this is the first chapter for my entry of @thegetoufather's into the movieverse collab!

It was a quiet evening. A blanket of stars had been rolled over the sky overhead, and was tucked lovingly in at the corners of the horizon by the fingers of thin, wispy clouds. The moon was big and bright above a balcony of smooth marble; tiny bare feet slapped and tapped against the coldness of the floor. Saffron curtains, dancing in the wind brought by distant waves, were parted by gentle hands, and a mother looked out between them to find her child sitting sulky and slumped against the wicker furniture that faced the sea. 

“And just what are you doing up?”

The child— a little girl— turned her head to look at her mother. Her eyes were deepest green, and freckles spattered her nose and cheeks. 

"Can't sleep," she replied in a small voice, blinking blearily. "I want a story."

The mother smiled. With quiet steps, she slipped out from behind the curtains and onto the balcony, sitting next to her child. She drew the girl close, tucking her into the warmth of her side, and stared out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. 

“I know a few good stories,” she said. “Which one do you want to hear?”

The little girl turned to her mother and smiled

“The one about the pirate and the princess!”

The mother smiled in return.

“The one about true love?”

“Of course!”

The stars above twinkled merrily as if to agree, and a seagull cried in the distance.

“Very well,” said the mother. “It all started long ago, on a little farm far away from here… ”

***

Izuku Midoriya held his hat in his hands.

Nervous and trembling, he stood before a small, thatch-roofed cottage, struggling to pin his wriggling resolve in one place as he waited for the owner to answer his knock. The master of the house, he knew, was a hard, weathered man, but a fair one; he had shown Izuku nothing but kindness since he had come to work on his farm. Izuku had no reason to expect that to change now. No reason at all.

Well, no reason except that the man might not take kindly to Izuku’s intentions to marry his daughter. No reason except that.

The door to the cottage opened, and the owner greeted him.

“What can I do for you, son?”

The farmer stood a head taller and a foot wider in the doorway before him, and Izuku swallowed thickly.

“I want to talk to you, sir,” he said. “It’s about your daughter.”

Izuku was no stranger to fear. He had faced down man and beast alike in defense of this very farmer’s flock of sheep. Each time he had encountered a wolf, a lion, or bandit, he was tasked with driving away the threat with nothing more than a few rocks and a simple sling— and each time, he had been faced with the heavy, daunting fear that he might not escape the encounter alive. He had learned long ago that that was the way of things; fight to live, to protect what is yours, or let fear consume you and die. It was simple, easy. It was the way of things.

This was different. This was something else entirely. 

The farmer studied him. His eyes hardened with something akin to grudging pity, and he nodded to himself. 

"Let's take a walk."

Izuku agreed, and the farmer fell in step beside him. 

For a while, they walked in silence. They walked past fence posts and chicken coops and barking dogs nipping the heels of sheep. They walked uphill and downhill and all around the spaces in-between. Izuku allowed himself to breathe the earthy scent of hay bales and cow patties, to feel the shifting of the dirt path beneath his feet. The farmer seemed to be doing much the same. 

They came to a halt after walking for about half a mile. Together, they stood upon a hill overlooking the farm, and the farmer turned to Izuku and said,

"Son, I want you to tell me what you see when you look out from the top of this hill."

Izuku looked. Izuku saw. 

"I see land, sir."

The farmer grunted. 

"Land," he agreed. "Boy, you've been here for a few years now— you know as well as anyone around here that this ground has a heartbeat. She talks to you, if you listen. What does she say to you?"

Izuku wasn't sure what the farmer meant by that question, but he answered as truthfully as he could.

"I love this land," he replied, watching as a butterfly landed on a nearby wildflower. "It's as much of a home as I've known. It sustains me— er, us— and it's a good land. I think when we love it, it loves us back."

The farmer nodded, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. 

"To me, this land is everything," he said. "She's my first priority, second only to my daughter, my son, and the memory of my wife, God rest her soul. I lived here as a boy as my father did, and his father before him. This land has tasted my blood and my sweat and my tears, as well as that of my ancestors a century back."

The farmer turned to look at Izuku. 

"You don't know what it is to carry that burden, or that blessing, and I'm sorry for it. You're a good lad."

Izuku wasn't sure what to say to that, so he said nothing. 

"I know why you're here, what you wanted to talk about," the farmer continued. "My daughter loves you. Any fool could see it, and my God— my God, son, do you love her. It's written all over you, so strong and deep I wonder if you were born loving her."

The farmer shook his head. 

"But you don't have what she needs, son. You don't know land, you don't know home. You can't give her a life equal to this one. As you are, you're unfit, unworthy— you're not someone who can provide for her."

Unfit. Unworthy. 

"I won't let you marry her. I can't, not in good conscience."

Izuku's blood ran cold, and he felt a little queasy.

"I'm sorry," the farmer said, and Izuku knew he meant it. 

"I understand, sir." 

Oh, yes, Izuku understood. He understood better than he had a right to understand. He couldn't even blame the man. After all, what fool would let his daughter marry a farm boy with no prospects?

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, quiet and desperate, and the farmer nodded. 

"Go and make something of yourself," said the farmer. "Earn coin, buy dirt. Even if you don't have a roof over your head, if you have land, you have a fighting chance in this world— that's all I ask in exchange for my baby girl. If you can give her that, son, there's no man I'd rather see her happy with."

That was fair, Izuku decided as his nostrils burned and his eyes filled with tears. If nothing else, it was a chance— and Izuku was willing to take it, seize it by the throat. He would do anything for the woman he loved. 

"I won't disappoint you, sir," he said, his voice beginning to warble slightly. "I— I'll have to leave the farm, though, probably after the harvest, and—"

Izuku's voice broke, and the farmer patted him on the shoulder. 

"If you're going to seek your fortune, you're gonna need to be able to fight. I have an old friend that can give you all the knowledge you need— he lives in the village. When we go next week, I'll introduce you."

Izuku nodded, wiping the tears from his cheek, and the farmer studied him once more. 

"Good luck, Izuku Midoriya. You're going to need it."

With that, the farmer started down the hill, leaving Izuku there to cry, wringing every last tear from himself so that when he told his lover the news, he could do so with dry eyes and more composure than he could ever feel. 

***

“Mean old farmer,” said the little girl, crossing her arms. “He must not have believed in true love, ‘cause true love conkers-all!”

The mother shook her head, her expression serious.

“Not all,” she said. “True love  is one thing, but survival is another. In those days, life was harder, rougher. The farmer's land would pass to his oldest son— his daughter's younger brother. Izuku needed money and land so that he could take care of his love."

The child frowned.

“That’s dumb.”

The mother hummed. 

“Maybe,” she said. “But it was the way of things.”

All was silent for a moment, and the distant crashing of waves filled the lull. The child shivered, and the mother held her close. 

“So what about Izuku’s lover?” the girl asked. “How did she take the news?”

“She was devastated." The mom shook her head. "She cried, then begged Izuku to run away with her, to marry anyway despite her father’s wishes— but he refused. Izuku was too honorable to do such a thing. He told her he would wait for her, and even if she would not wait for him, he would rather die himself than sully her reputation or disrespect her person."

Pointedly, the mother did not mention what else the young woman had begged for, or what Izuku Midoriya had valiantly refused. Her daughter would be old enough to understand that one day, but not today. 

"She still loved him though, right?"

"Of course she did," the mother smiled. "After all, at the end of the day, true love conquers all."

The little girl nodded in solemn agreement. 

***

Dawn's greedy pink fingers gripped the sky, clawing its way past the horizon. Shades of gold, red, and dusty pink followed in its wake, stark against the faded blue of the sky, and (Y/N) cursed it, wishing the sun never to rise again. 

"Must you go?"

Beside her, Izuku Midoriya was crying. Together, they stood alone on the outskirts of the farm, watching as the sun made its slow, insidious journey from east to west, her soft hands gripping both of his large, calloused ones. Her eyes mapped his face again and again and again, tracing every freckle, every line of his frown, knowing today would be the last time she saw them for a very long time.

Maybe ever. 

"I must," Izuku told her, his voice cracking. "I want to make you happy."

You already have, (Y/N) wanted to say, but they'd had that argument countless times already. Starting a fight on this day of all days was the last thing she wanted to do. 

"Can I not persuade you to stay a bit longer? To put it off for another year or so, until… until I feel more ready?"

In response, Izuku took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles sweetly, slowly, reverently. His skin glowed a lovely golden color in the early morning light, and although (Y/N) had never seen an emerald, she decided then and there that no measly rock could ever compare to golden sunlight in the green eyes of her lover. 

"I will come back," he told her, strong and sure despite his tears. "I swear I will come back to you, darling— but this is something I have to do."

It was not good enough. It had never been good enough. (Y/N) was dying and he hadn't even left yet. How was she to manage months, maybe years alone?

"Take me with you."

It was not the first time she had made that same plea. Still, Izuku just shook his head, wiping away tear tracks almost angrily.

"No." His voice was strong, final. "You're too precious for me to risk."

As are you, (Y/N) wanted to say— but once more, she held her tongue. As if he knew what her silence cost her, Izuku drew her to him and kissed her forehead, his chapped lips soft against her skin. 

When they drew away from one another, (Y/N) noticed a shadow on the horizon. Across the way, in the direction of the village, (Y/N) could see a tall, broad figure approaching over the crest of a hill. The shadowy shape belonged to someone she had come to know well enough to despise a little, and her mouth turned downwards of its own accord as she noticed his approach. 

"Looks like your friend is here," she said somewhat miserably, and Izuku grinned a little crookedly. 

"Don't be so hard on Kacchan," Izuku admonished teasingly, squeezing her hand. "He's got mommy issues."

Despite herself, (Y/N) choked out a laugh, then a giggle— soon, both she and Izuku were breaking out into peals of laughter, and the grumpiest bastard from the next village was upon them in all his scowling glory. 

"'Dunno what's so fuckin' funny, but it's too early for that shite," Bakugou grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets against the cold. "Cut it out or I'll gag the both of you."

"We will not," (Y/N) shot back, prepared to go toe-to-toe with the man— but then she looked at Bakugou, really looked at him, and when she did, she found a deep, aching sadness behind his eyes. 

He's lashing out because he's in pain, she realized, and promptly felt like a fool. 

"Whatever."

Bakugou turned away, posture rigid— but (Y/N) was not one to let her wrongs go unaddressed for long. She left the comfort of Izuku's touch and approached Bakugou, patting his broad shoulder with a gentle hand. 

"I'm sorry," she told him sincerely. "I know you must be sad about leaving the village."

"Tch." 

Apparently, that was apology accepted in Bakugou speak, because he turned to face her for long enough to allow her a glimpse at the tears in his eyes. Izuku must have seen it too, because he walked over and slung an arm over Bakugou's shoulders, pulling him close in a way that Bakugou might once have attempted homicide over before they had begun training together. Now, though, it seemed as though a bond had developed between the two of them, so Bakugou just scowled, grumbled something unintelligible, and let Izuku comfort him. 

The three of them stood like that for a while— Izuku's arm around Bakugou, and his other hand in (Y/N)'s— until the sun had climbed too high in the sky to permit them to tarry any longer. Slowly, tenderly, Izuku disentangled himself from both of them, and placed both of his hands on either side of (Y/N)'s face. 

"Oh, don't cry, love," he said, though (Y/N) couldn't help the hot tears that stung her cheeks. "It destroys me when you cry."

Never mind that his own eyes were filled with tears— he kissed hers away, which only made her want to cry more. 

"You must come back to me, Izuku," she told him, her voice weak and watery. "If you don't— I just know I'll never love again!"

Izuku shook his head with the smallest smile, and pressed his lips against her forehead. 

"I swear to you, I will come back," he said against her skin, "and when I do, I'll put a ring on your finger and build you a home, any home, exactly as you want it."

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him then, and Izuku held her close. With her head against his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat. 

A moment later, they pulled away. 

"Goodbye, darling," Izuku told her, his eyes wet and gleaming. "I love you."

Tears threatened to choke her, but (Y/N) conquered them manfully. 

"I love you, Izuku. Come back to me."

At that, he smiled.

"As you wish, my love." 

In something of a dramatic gesture, Izuku grabbed her hand and kissed it— a last goodbye— before he turned, starting off in the direction of the sun. 

In the direction of his destiny.

Bakugou turned to follow, but (Y/N) stopped him with a hand on his bicep.

"Take care of him," she pleaded, and Bakugou's eyes widened. 

"Uh, okay," Bakugou agreed. "Yeah— yeah, sure."

As far as reassurances go, it wasn't the best— but the fact that it wasn't a vehement fuck no was comforting. 

With that, both boys were off, leaving (Y/N) alone to watch them as they went. From the hill she stood on, (Y/N) could see them for a long way, and she watched them until she could no longer distinguish their forms from that of trees. 

Farewell, Izuku Midoriya, she thought, closing her eyes against her tears. May the gods go with you. 

Neurodivergent people shouldn’t be expected to mask for your comfort.

Digital illustration of a white fem with blonde hair and glasses wearing a beige sweater and brown jeans. She is sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. Text reads, ‘neurodivergent people shouldn’t be expected to mask for your comfort.’

Tuesday April 11.

Autism Acceptance Month.

Today is Tuesday, April 11, which means we are eleven days into the 30 blessed days of #autism acceptance month, 2023 (previously known as #autism awareness month). April is the month and April 2nd is the day—World Autism Day, to be precise—and these first weeks of spring are a time for uplifting autistic voices of all identities, advocating for acceptance, progress, and sharing in the community's joy. It began back in 1972, as National Autistic Children’s Week, and was founded by The Autism Society to raise awareness and campaign for change in communities, schools, medical facilities, and businesses. And this same vital, wonderful work continues today, and not just for the month of April, of course—but every day of every year. The lived reality is that every day of every month is Autism Acceptance Month, and it is on all of us to do better.

Progress has been made, but there is still so much to be done in the struggle for equality and justice for all those living under the broad church of autism. And if these words sound hollow, then simply read the moving story of Debra Vines, of The Answer Inc., and of her autistic son Jason. She articulates everyday struggles that families can face, and the many joys they experience, too. Her message is simple, but powerful: don't give up on milestones.  

Want to know more, get involved, or donate? Here is just some of an impressive selection of charities sourced by the fine people at the Applied Behavior Analysis Programs Guide, where you can find the complete list of 20 charities and organizations:

The Asperger/Autism Network

The Autistic Women & Nonbinary Network

Autism Research Institute

The Autistic Self Advocacy Network

The Autism National Committee

Happy Tuesday, folks, and here's to better.

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.” 

Twenty Years Later - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plot: It’s been twenty years since Joel and Y/n parted ways with a farewell so crushing, they were sure it would last forever. Now, fate brings them back together in the form of a 14-year old named Ellie and forces them to set aside their past in order to secure the future.

Warnings: M for violence, gore, language, implied smut, and adult themes (16+)

playlist

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Chapter One: Reunited

Chapter Two: Strangers In The Night

Chapter Three: Out On The Town

Chapter Four: Luck

Chapter Five: Soundtrack of Life

Chapter Six: Road Trip

Chapter Seven: Hands

Chapter Eight: Someone’s Something

Chapter Nine: Dry Your Tears

Chapter Ten: September 26th, 2003

Chapter Eleven: (coming soon!)

Chapter Twelve: (coming soon!)

Chapter Thirteen: (coming soon!)

Chapter Fourteen: (coming soon!)

Chapter Fifteen: (coming soon!)

Chapter Sixteen: (coming soon!)

Chapter Seventeen: (coming soon!)

IZUKU MIDORIYA X FEM!READER

Dynamic: Spiderman au, rivals to lovers, quirkless au

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only!

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: tba

Related links: main masterlist + story playlist

Summary: "Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Izuku Midoriya and for three years I've been the one and only Spiderman. I’m pretty sure you know the rest…"

(In which Izuku just wants to get through high school with as few problems as possible and you're determined not to let that happen)

Exclusively available on Archive Of Our Own

Reblog if you had a Tumblr for 5+ years

A masterlist is in order I guess:

AO3

Second Masterlist

Most of my work is NSFW so please do not read and do not follow me if you're a minor!! I have enough reasons to go to hell and I don't need a fresh one.

This goes without saying but everyone is aged up in the NSFW stories. Sometimes I forget to put that in the notes so I thought mentioning it here would be better.

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Surprise (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ One shot)

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You're mine, whoever you are (Bakugo/ Denki/ Kirishima/ Shigaraki/ Midoriya/ Fem reader NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst)

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Gimme that bootie (Bakugo/Mina/Shouto/Nejire/Mirio/Ochaco/Amajiki/Gender neutral reader/Fluff/Comedy/Suggestive)

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Scars (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/drabble)

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My soulmate (Dabi/ Fem reader/ Fluff/drabble)

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The beginning of the end (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ angst)

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Home (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ +18)

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Misunderstanding (Shinsou/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ angst)

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Caught in the act (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ drabble/ NSFW/+18)

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Waking the beast (Shouto/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff)

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Let's talk (Bakugo/ Midoriya/ Shouto/ headcanons/ fluff)

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Trust (Tenya Iida/ Virgin!Fem reader/ NSFW/+18/ fluff)

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Fate (Tattoo artist!Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Eri/ drabble/ fluff/ AU)

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Another shape of love (Shouto/ Bakugo/ Fem reader/ fluff/ drabble/ Tw)

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Punishment (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ drabble)

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Three is a hoot (Aizawa x Fem reader x Hizashi/ NSFW/ +18/ Trigger warning)

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The abyss (Shouto/ Shinsou/ Bakugo/ Fatgum/ Fem reader/ Angst/ Fluff/ Trigger warning)

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The best (Aizawa/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ drabble)

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Call me how you wish (Aizawa/ Dabi/ Mina/ Tenya/ Fatgum/ Hawks/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ suggestive)

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After care and morning after -Tenya special- (Tenya Iida/ fem reader/ fluff/ suggestive)

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It's not over (All might/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff)

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Worthy (Kirishima/ non binary reader/ angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort/ trigger warning)

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Mismatched (Bakugo/ Toga/ Izuku/ Ochaco/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ suggestive/ NSFW)

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A second chance (Aizawa/ Kirishima/ Bakugo/ Momo/ Ochaco/ Mina/ Sero/ Kaminari/ Iida/ Izuku/ gender neutral reader angst/ fluff)

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Always and forever (Dabi/ fem reader/ fluff)

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Beauty mark (Bakugo/ gender neutral reader/ fluff)

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Have a seat (Aizawa/ Fatgum/ Present mic/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ Explicit/ imagines)

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True happiness (Dabi/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ a tiny bit of angst/ trigger warning)

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Distress (Kirishima/ Dabi/ Aizawa/ fem reader/ angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort)

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Will you? (Bakugo/ Shinsou/ Kirishima/ Kaminari/ Shouto/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ Suggestive)

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Something new (Bakugo/ Amajiki/ Kirishima/ Shouto/ Dabi/ fem reader/ Tooth-rotting fluff)

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My savior/ My demise (Dabi/ fem reader) (multi chapter fic/ angst/ fluff/ romance/ NSFW/ tragidy) chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) Completed

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Aftercare and morning after (Aizawa/ Kirishima/ fem reader/ fluff/ suggestive themes/ headcanons)

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Resurrection (Bakugo/ Shouto/ Dabi/ Tamaki/ Deku/ Aizawa/ Mirio/ Kirishima/ Kaminari/ gender neutral reader/ headcanons/ fluff/ TW

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Profanities (Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Aizawa/ Yamada/ Bakugo/ Midoriya/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ comedy/ headcanons)

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The end (Aizawa/ fem reader reader/ Angst/ imagines) part 1

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The end? (Aizawa/ fem reader/ fluff/ imagines) part 2

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Will you be mine? Forever? (Fluff/NSFW/ +18/ Aizawa/fem reader/One-shot)

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A stolen night (Shigaraki Tomura/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff/angst/one-shot)

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Comfort (Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ fluff/Angst)

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True love ( Aizawa/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ drabble)

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How they react when you wake up from a nightmare (Bakugo/Shouto/Hawks/Kirishima/Izuku/headcanons/fluff)

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Phone sex (Hitoshi Shinsou/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ one-shot)

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Kirishima's relationship headcanons (NSFW/+18/ fluff)

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Let's play a game ( Aizawa/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ explicit/ trigger warning)

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Mha characters reacting to you owning a tarantula (Bakugo/Kaminari/Mina/Kirishima/Shouto/Ochaco/Momo/ headcanons/fluff)

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A second family (Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Iida/ Monoma/Kendo/ angst/ fluff)

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Meeting your parents ( Izuku/ Bakugo/ Shouto/ headcanons/ fluff)

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Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch s/o (Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ fluff/ a bit angsty/ headcanons)

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Mha boys activating/ using their quirks during an argument with you (headcanons/ fluff/ a tiny bit of angst at the beginning)

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So what if they find out? (Dabi/ villain fem reader/ imagines/ NSFW/ +18/ explicit)

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Fight and makeup (Bakugo/ fem reader/ one shot/ fluff/ angst/ NSFW/ +18)

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It is the darkest before the dawn (Bakugo/ quirkless fem reader/ fluff/ angst/ two shots) (1) (2) Completed

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His feathers ( Hawks/ fem reader/ imagines/ NSFW/ +18)

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Hawks reacting to his s/o being a virgin and suffering from genophobia (fluff/ angst/ NSFW/ romance/ happy ending) tw: mentioning of sexual assaults and genophobia

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Dabi's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

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Seducing Aizawa: part 1 (fluffy/ suggestive themes)

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Seducing Aizawa: Part 2 (NSFW/ +18)

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Movie night (Aizawa shouta/ gender neutral reader/ imagines/ fluff)

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Bakugo's forehead (fluff/ imagines/ gender neutral reader)

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How we met (Todoroki Shouto/ fem reader/ fluff)

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What the mha guys would say when you're giving them a blow job

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Bakugo's soft relationship headcanons (gender neutral reader with an empath quirk/ fluff/ headcanons)

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Mha characters reacting to you having tigers' characteristics due to your quirk (headcanons/ fluff/ spicy/ suggestive)

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Shouto's favorite sex positions with fem reader (NSFW/ aged up)

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Kirishima using his teeth on you (imagines/ spicy/ suggestive)

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Mha guys reacting to your new short haircut (Aizawa/ Mirio/ Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ fluff/ headcanons)

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Leaving Bakugo (angst/ imagines)

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Teasing (Bakugo/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ trigger warning)

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How the mha guys would handle an eccentric y/n

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Mha characters' reactions after learning about your real hair color

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How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you (NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit/ headcanons)

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Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Izuku's favorite sex positions with fem reader (NSFW/ aged up)

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Bakugo's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

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Together (Sero/ Kaminari/ gender neutral reader/ angst/fluff/ TW)

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Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou's reactions to you telling them you want to have sex (separately/ fluffy)

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Mina giving you a hand (one shot/ NSFW/ +18/ male reader/ trigger warning)

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Insecure (Aizawa/ fem reader/ one shot/ angst/ fluffy)

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Dabi and Hawks' favorite sex positions with fem s/o (separately/ NSFW)

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Mha boys and girls discovering their bunny quirk s/o has sensitive ears and tail (headcanons/ fluffy/ suggestive themes)

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Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Shouto/ Izuku falling in love at first sight with y/n (separately/ fluffy/ headcanons)

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Izuku, Shouto, Katsuki's reactions to you telling them you want to have sex (separately/ fluffy)

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Mha characters reacting to you having the same quirk as them (fluff/ headcanons)

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Mha characters reacting to you asking them to fight (fluff/ comedy/ headcanons)

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Katsuki and Shouto having a crush on you at the same time (fluff/ headcanons)

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Mha characters reacting to you having sharp teeth

I will be updating it regularly.

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I write for BNHA regularly, and would deeply appreciate any requests you put forward :)

Alas, I have reached the image limit for my bnha masterlist, but I still want banners and dividers to keep everything separate, so I've made a second part!

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Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 2, cockwarming, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Quiet!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Midoriya boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

Midoriya x Reader

Delinquent!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, NSFW ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Villain!Reader and Vigilante!Izuku, drabble

Iida x Reader

Insecure!Reader with glasses, Such a Dweeb, drabble

Iida x Reader

One- sided pining, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 1, fingerfucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 4, body worship and thigh fucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou and GN!Reader, themes of depression, Sink or Swim, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Death of pet angst and comfort with Fem!Reader, ficlet

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Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

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Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

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Murphy's law

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Don’t Fear the Reaper MasterPost

Story Summary: You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Chapter 2: Raising Death

Chapter 3: Tense

Chapter 4: Leading a Double Life

Chapter 5: Coffee

Chapter 6: Pushing the Limits

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𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬:  ꒰ 💭 ᵎ ꒱

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧; 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐭

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

⊱ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 ↷ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢. , 𝐢𝐢𝐢. - ꒰ 💭 ᵎ ꒱ ࿐• 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

⊱ 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬! 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐚/𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭  ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

katsuki bakugou x f!reader

➪ wc: 11.2k+ || minors dni 18+

➪ warnings/tags: timeskip! pro hero! bkg (late twenties), horse farm setting (pls refer to my notes), use of the first person in diary entries, reader has a quirk, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, angst and arguments, reader injuries (bc bkg is dumb), happy ending (pinky promise), a lot of slang, accents and swearing (broken english, almost), mentions of death from quirk incidents, mentions of animal death, oral sex (f. receiving), loss of virginity, doll as a pet name, reader has a whole lot of personality, improper science (nitroglycerin as a cheat code lol), bkg is ultra soft with a bleeding heart and I can't think of anything else

➪ notes: alright. let me start by saying this work is the equivalent of me walking into a room of people, stark naked, and just going like: "hi, it's me!" genuinely, that is this work. the experiences touched upon in this fic are all from real ones I've had working with horses growing up. it's a very sacred part of my life and world, and recently I've felt myself drifting from it because of the career path I've decided to take. so, I wrote this because I felt like I'd be hiding from myself if I didn't, and I wanted to face it all without running away as I'd planned. honestly, I just missed it all so much. wow, that sounds dramatic. it most definitely is. anyway, this work might be confusing to read at some points, and that's intended. horse slang, if that's what we're calling it, is used heavily without much explanation. it's because you're supposed to read this fic from katsuki's perspective, almost—it shouldn't always make sense. but the human parts will, I hope. regardless, I hope it hits all just the same. please enjoy. this one's from my heart to yours. mwah.

➪ a/n: the biggest hug, kiss, and thank you to oz for being there every step of the way through this one. it was a fifteen-hour escapade of madness. love you.

extra smut from this au!!!: make it a thousand and one

Wednesday

It felt like a storm was coming, but it didn't. Just hot, muggy, and gross. The horses felt the same. Misty started pawing at the gate after an hour in the pasture, and like the trendsetter she is, all the others followed in tearing up the grass. She's a diva, but I don't blame her. If I was forced to bear three foals at my prime age and deal with kids kicking on my back and pulling at my mouth all day, I'd probably be the same or worse. Poor thing—all of them, really. Poor animals only learning to live after they're finally too old to actually do it. People are evil, and horses are horses, I guess.

They know it too. Each time I get a new horse, I have to think they do. They give me this look before stepping off the trailer, this "You're my last stop, aren't you?" kind of glare, and then drop and roll in their stall like they're fluffing their grave. Whatever. Gotta be better than real retirement homes with real ass people. People get aggressive and senile when they're old, and horses just get... happy, for once. No pressure on their back, a mouth full of overgrown grass, and happy. Lucky fuckers. I wanna grow old and happy and not throw shoes at a nurse because I think she might be Satan in my bedroom, trying to shove a pill down my throat. How ridiculous. I don't want to grow old. I'll let one of these horses whip me into the ground before it happens. The last rodeo, and maybe one of the barn cats could—

This is getting grotesque. Anyway, it felt like a storm was coming, but it didn't. One is most definitely coming tomorrow, though. Gotta bring the horses in early, or they might get rain rot, and that's always the worst.

Thursday

It rained and poured. Blondie dared to look at me like it was my fault. Horrible first impression. Who the fuck walks into someone's barn and goes, "It smells like shit in here"? Like, yeah? Yeah, it does. It's a barn, asshole. I really didn't think Shouta was serious when he asked if someone could crash here, but then, of course, he's always serious, so I guess that makes me the idiot. Brought him down in his black city car, tossed him out like bad news, then dipped. He was probably too pissed to come out—got his tires all muddy and shit. I don't know why people expect a barn to not be a fucking barn. So now I have twenty-four horses and a big slab of a certified prick in the guest room to watch over, all thanks to being nice and saying yes. I'll never be nice again. I've learned my lesson.

At the very least, he's kind of cute in a grumpy puppy sort of way. He speaks at full volume, though, so that was our first problem. Either the horses are spooking, or my ears will start ringing, and I can't handle both. He finally shut up after he realized I wasn't going to fight back. You gotta feel dumb yelling at the lady letting you stay in her house surrounded by a bunch of horses staring right back at you. I hope he felt dumb. Asshole.

Then he got all quiet and weird and started backing near Gus's dutch door, and I almost let him bite him. It could have been funny, but then I remembered he's a firecracker and would probably blow Gussie's face off with his fucking palm by accident. A ticking time bomb. Blond and ticking and pissed off at the rain. At the very least, he's cute.

Friday

I'm allowed to call him Katsuki. That's either a privilege, or maybe he doesn't want to be reminded that he's a hero while surrounded by the fields and the wind whispering that it doesn't give a fuck who he is. When he's here, he's just the guy I spent an hour explaining how to work the tracker to.

I said it's like a giant lawn mower that doesn't cut grass, just carries the hay bales and drops shit to the compost. That didn't help. I don't think the man has ever mowed a lawn in his life or really driven much, to begin with. That has to be the downfall of being a star so young, then being forced to continue shining. When you look at it like that, he's like the horses. Fresh off the track or suspensory blown because some greedy asshole thought a pony could jump three foot six easily. I don't pity him, though. My neck sprained again from his cocky rooky sway. Never being nice again. It's gonna be the death of me.

I was barebacking Dreamer, just walking around the indoor 'cause it was too hot to be under the sun today, and then like a bat out of hell, comes Katsuki on the tracker without warning. So, of course, Dreamer spun me off. And, of course, I fell off because, of course, I did. Then it was a mess. Dreamer's freaking out, and Blondie's freaking out too because he thinks I'm dead. He went all hero on me, literally blasted himself toward my body on the ground like it'd help. Dreamer lost his shit because, of course, he did—running around and crying like a bomb went off. Then the bomb that did go off is hovering over me and not letting me get up, saying I might have broken something. I wanted to slap him. I would have if he wasn't so cute. It's a crime to bust a pretty face.

Finally, he moved, and I could breathe again. I knew my neck was sprained because it's my fourth time and the feeling never really changes. But you gotta get back on, no matter what, especially while the adrenaline is still fresh and it doesn't hurt too bad yet. It was embarrassing to baby-talk a horse off the ledge in front of Katsuki. I knew he was judging me the whole time, could feel his cat eyes on my neck and its scruff. But it works, so fuck him.

He grabbed my wrist after realizing what I was doing on my way back to the mounting block. I told him that if I didn't get back on the horse would be traumatized, that you can't ever end a ride badly, or they only ever know bad to start. He said, "Fuck the horse. He hurt you." I wish I covered Dreamer's ears and maybe my own. Ignorance is the ugliest song I've ever known.

I told him to leave, and after three minutes of staring at him, he finally did. It hurt like hell to get back on. The adrenaline was gone at that point. Blondie must have taken it with him.

Saturday

I don't think Katsuki thinks I'm cute. Maybe it's the neck brace that turns him off or the fact that we don't get along about anything. It doesn't really matter anyway. He's not gonna be here forever—thank God. When he leaves, it'll be easier to get shit done again. You'd think having an extra pair of hands and muscles would help, but it doesn't. He doesn't fit here. He should, he could, but he doesn't. He doesn't know how to not be himself, and the horses don't know how to not take it offensively.

But he's getting better. Still don't know why he's here, doubt I'll ever find out, but he's here and better. He helped do the meds today—held all the syringes and pills like a walking pouting pharmacy. He kept yelling whenever I turned my head, reminding me of my neck and how I was only gonna make it worse, like I couldn't feel the fucking pull of it myself. It kind of felt nice. It's been so long since I've been around people, I realized. He's probably the worst one to attempt to get used to.

But he's alright. Not as loud, and maybe it's because he does think I'm cute and is scared he might get me fucked up for real if he's not careful. I wanna be cute to him, somehow. It's probably impossible because he's seen me at my worst too early, sweaty and smeared with dirt like a doormat. I could be a cute doormat, though. I hope I am.

Sunday

He has the loudest thunder of a laugh. I deserve a gold star for getting it out of him too. It wasn't even that hard or that funny, but it got him to his knees, and it was fun to look down at him for once.

I was grooming Danny, trying to show Katsuki how it's done—use the curry comb to loosen the dirt, the stiffer bristles to get it out, the softer brush to polish the coat off. Then came the hoof picking. I leaned into Danny's shoulder, got his hoof in my palm, and started lecturing Blondie. "You wanna avoid picking at the frog. It's like their cuticle," I said, knowing damn well he didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. Sometimes it's just fun to do that to him—use words he doesn't know and let his pride shut him up, too scared to ask. He probably didn't even notice because Danny went and nearly took a chunk out of my butt. That had him hollering. 

"He fuckin' bit your ass," he said. I was so embarrassed if I'm honest. I didn't wanna be like, "Yeah, well, sometimes he just does that," and throw Danny under the bus and get him all embarrassed too. The old man's almost twenty-three, all greyed and withered. I've known him since he still held color, so I thought he'd have my back. I just said, "He didn't mean to," like an idiot, and then on cue, Danny, a fucking traitor, goes for it again, and it hurts too. I've never heard a man laugh so hard. It's a good sound—a warm one. Made my skin all hot, sticky, and gross.

Then he just kept laughing, clutching his washboard of a stomach like it could even recoil under all that muscle, dropping to the ground. I started laughing too just to hear what I sounded like with him. I think it's the first time we shared something together besides dinner in silence.

Monday

Katsuki learned how to figure eight a bridle today. It looked like shit, of course, but he learned. He's got these big ass hands, so it was entertaining to watch, too—kept fumbling with the leather straps 'cause they're too tiny for his grip. It was kind of hot, annoyingly, made it hard to focus on anything but those stupid hands.

He must have been curious today because he asked so many goddamn questions. I answered them all, too, just to hear him talk more. He asked if I'm alone out here, and I said yes. Then he gave me this look like it was the wrong answer 'cause he was right there next to me, so I'm not alone. I had to give him a look back to remind him that he's not out here, that he's just roleplaying the modest life.

Then Winston started colicing, and it all went to shit from there. I called Doc, trying to stay calm under the heat of Katsuki's dying curiosity and confusion, drinking in my alarm like a shotgun of beer. I knew the answer before he picked up, but Winston and Katsuki were watching me, so I had to pretend to have hope for them. He'd already had too many surgeries, and Doc said it'd be too dangerous to open him back up, cruel even. He offered to come down, but Winston blew his nose, started chewing again, and just gave me this look. My heart nearly shattered. Horses are intelligent creatures, sometimes too much for their own good. I told Doc that Winston wanted to see this one out by himself, and then he sighed on the line, apologized, and told me to call again when he needed to be picked up. I said, "Of course," and hung up.

It'll be hard to see that one go. He's gotta be the sweetest one here, bay with four white socks, a thick white blaze down his nose. Winston used to be a star when he was younger. He won everywhere he went, helped a lot of kids stay out of trouble with his gut issues and kind eyes. He's a loved horse, loved by so many. Of course, they're all gone now, moved on and grown up, working adult jobs and scrunching their noses at the mud. So he came to me like a treasured childhood teddy bear—all crushed from being sat on for too many car trips by accident, a new figure in the kid's grip.

I hate to lose any of them. Sometimes I wish I didn't love them so much. But I have to, and I will. I'll always be the girl that picks them up in her two-horse trailer, trudging them and their memories and fears behind the truck, feeling the weight of their years bounce on my lap over each train track we pass. I'll be the one who remembers them and loves them to the end, and they'll be the specks of hair I can't ever get out of my clothes, the ache in my neck, and the tug at my heart.

God, if you're real, please don't let Winston die just yet. I want him to stay just a little longer. Please. He may be ready, but I'm not.

Tuesday

Tuesday's empty still. Katsuki stares at the page anyway—like words will magically appear. He knows he shouldn't be here in your room, diary in his grip, head flooding with your thoughts. But the door was open, and so was the book. He didn't think. He just walked right in.

The sound of the front door slamming makes him jump. He thinks he's caught, shutting the diary to hide the evidence, then reopening it, remembering that's how he found it. It's pouring out, raining cats and dogs, and there you go running with your bare feet, forming new puddles.

He watches from the window, about to laugh, thinking you're the craziest girl he's ever met—the cute doormat with a pretty smile. But you're sprinting, heading straight for the barn. He tastes his heart on his tongue, throbbing and loud.

You cover your face with your hand as he finally reaches you in the truck, the high beams blinding you until he hops out and helps you up in the passenger seat.

"It's Winston," you pant, nightgown clinging to your skin as you dry your phone off on the leather, staring at the camera feed.

Katsuki gulps.

"S'gonna be fine," he says firmly, forcing his eyes straight ahead as you sniffle, damp and cold.

Your silence unnerves him. You're never quiet. Even in your damn diary entries, you've got enough personality to rock him off his feet. He wants to rattle you then, shake you until you shake back, cussing him out and calling him dumb. But you're quiet, and it's eerie. He helps you out of the truck.

A sound escapes his chest when you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him with you inside—his heart pleading for mercy, a chance. He follows you mindlessly, eyes glued to your bare feet, a growing urge to lift you up and let you walk on air.

You both stop outside of Winston's stall. He's lying down, nuzzling his stomach, and whimpers when he sees you.

"I know, baby, I know." You let go of Katsuki to unlock the latch.

He stands by the opening as you slip in, pine shavings sticking to your soles. Your body shakes slightly, dusting the ground with rain pellets, letting it absorb the pain you brought with it.

He watches you crouch down, petting Winston's neck slowly, almost choking when you peer over your shoulder to look back at him.

"Can you please get me the bute?"

Katsuki is frozen for a moment, stuck in the sudden change on your face. You're calm. Static and calm.

"The white powder shit?" He asks, gripping the pockets of his sweatpants like he might have it on hand, anxious.

"Yeah. Mix it with water like I showed you, and get it in a syringe for me," you nod, turning back to Winston.

"How much?" His voice is coarse, panic spiking at his throat.

You pause, about to tell him, then realize it might be too much to ask—that Katsuki won't always be here to do the heavy lifting.

"Watch him for me," you say, gone in a blink, jogging silently down the aisleway.

Katsuki stares at your back and then hesitantly at Winston.

Shit. 

He wasn't good at this sort of thing. Was he supposed to talk to the horse, pet him like you always do? He knows he's not supposed to just approach them—that they're really just big babies with an extra set of feet. He glares at Winston, studying him. He doesn't want to piss this one off. You said—wrote that he was the sweetest one here. Katsuki wonders if the horses know like you say they do—if Winston knows when he's crying out for you that you're already on your way, sprinting in the rain.

Winston exhales, looking past Katsuki, searching for you.

He knows.

"I'm back," you breathe, holding a large syringe tube, pain relief just a gulp away.

Katsuki nods like you're talking to him, then realizes you aren't.

"Was Blondie nice to you while I was gone? He didn't say anything mean, did he?"

Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms in defense as he leans into the wood. "Didn't say shit," he grumbles.

You ignore him, inserting the chute into Winston's mouth, "I'm sorry, Winston. I know it tastes bad, but it's gotta be better than the pain, right?"

You're still talking to the horse, and Katsuki stands there, ignored, slightly bothered. He shakes his head. Pathetic—you're making him pathetic enough that he's jealous of a horse on its last leg, drinking chalky medicine as you cradle its chin.

"Thank you," you sigh, rubbing slowly up and down Winston's face, your heart ripped from your chest as he leans into the touch.

The rain is picking up, wind slapping it against the side of the barn. It's unbearably loud. Katsuki's fists tighten by his thighs, angry for Winston and you as it disturbs the moment's peace. But you're so gentle, unaffected by the storm, as you drop your forehead against Winston's.

Your hands trail up the sides of his face, massaging his ears until you stop to cup them.

"He's dying," you whisper.

Katsuki tenses, watching Winston's eyes flutter shut, waiting as your palms drag to brush over his lids.

"He's always had issues. Born to be a problem child, you could say," you smile as you turn, pressing your cheek into Winston. It burns slightly—the sprain at your neck is still fresh, lingering.

"But he was the coolest fucking horse. The All Might of horses, if that helps," you giggle lightly, amused at your own comparison.

A chill sweeps Katsuki at your use of the past tense. He's still alive, he wants to say, don't act like he's dead yet. But he knows better than most that it's best to accept loss before it comes rolling and crashing in. He stays silent.

"A superstar—a hero, and now he's here with me." You bite your inner cheek, piercing the emotion threatening to strike, hoping it'll deflate. "I guess every hero has their fall. Can't run forever. At some point, you gotta lay down."

You stare up at Katsuki. He sucks in a breath.

"It's not so bad down here, y'know."

You stay there for a beat, eyes locked until it hurts too much to look at him, and you turn to face Winston.

"But you'll always be a hero to me, buddy. You're still the coolest horse. You always will be, to me," you murmur. You press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, holding it there as you fight the hiccup at your throat, the tears that beg and weep.

"You'll always be his," Katsuki says.

The rain is loud. You cry just to know what it sounds like to join it.

"It's off-center," you complain, squinting at Katsuki's back as his shoulders drop.

"Hah?" He twists his torso, bracing himself against the wall as he shifts on the step ladder to face you. "It's straight, woman. The rest of them are just crooked."

"Are you saying I did a shitty job with the others, then?" You raise an eyebrow, watching as he climbs down.

"Basically," he nods.

"Rude," you bite back, fighting a smile as he moves to stand beside you.

He mutters something under his breath, and you both stare at the wall, glittered with horseshoes nailed to it. He's right, you think—the rest are a little slanted. Winston got the favorite treatment. He deserves it.

"It's kind of creepy," Katsuki turns to you, waiting for you to look back before continuing. "You sure this is a rehabilitation place? There's a lot of horseshoes up there."

You snicker at that.

"Most of them are just here to retire," you say, looking up at him. He really is handsome. You cross your arms in defense. "And it's not creepy. I just... I want them all to be remembered, is all."

Katsuki nods, exhaling, "Yeah, I get that. I do the same."

You're visibly confused but nod—never pushing him too hard. His jaw slacks, debating if he should explain, wishing you would poke and prod, just to feel your touch once.

"I keep a list," he says, finally.

You tilt your head, interest peaked but soft and welcoming. He runs a hand through his hair before starting.

"It's um... It's of all the people, y'know. The ones who," he pauses, swimming in your eyes, searching desperately for shore—something to make this easier, "died on my watch. It's like you said. I just don't want to forget any of them. Not ever."

You frown slightly, sympathy pooling in your irises, making it harder for him to keep treading. He wishes you wouldn't do that. You're going to make him choke.

"I-I don't think he told you," Katsuki pauses, feeling guilty for lying because he knows Shouta hasn't. He shouldn't have read your diary. He shouldn't have invaded your space. "But I'm here because of that, actually. I know you don't watch the news 'cause you like your shitty ass cartoons or whatever—"

You feel heat crawl up your neck in embarrassment. Of course, he picked up on things. He was living under your roof, after all. It still makes your pulse skip.

"But there was an accident—or no, I guess I was the accident," he cringes slightly, shaking his head. "I was trying to detain this villain, but he was so fucking fast, and he took this girl as hostage and... I tried so hard to be careful. I went for everywhere she wasn't, but I slipped up at one point and hit the building behind them."

He swallows, peering down at your lips, "Seven people died. I didn't notice at first. I just kept going after the guy and eventually got him. The girl was safe, and I restrained him. I thought everything was fine until I heard screaming. Everyone was huddled around this pile of broken concrete and screaming."

"Seven people died because of me," he finds your eyes again, waterline damp, flooding him, "and I know all their names, their families. I don't want to forget them. I won't."

"I'm so sorry," you whisper, like a reflex.

"It was my fault," he says, turning away from you. "They put me here to get me out of the press for a while—called it an honorable leave."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "It's bullshit. There's nothing honorable about it. The fucking villain killed less people than me. Not sure how I'm any better than him anyway. What good am I as a hero if I'm only good at destroying things, right?"

You reach out, grabbing his shoulder, "You can't say that."

"Yeah," he turns back to you, "I can. I'm not good at being the nice guy, the fucking Deku and All Mights of the world. I'm built more like a villain. Don't tell me I'm not 'cause it's true. They thought so too."

Your mouth opens, but he glares down at you, begging it to shut—to be heard without protest.

"I don't want to be one, though. I want to be good. Good like you."

You suck in a breath, releasing your grip. Katsuki panics for a moment, watching your head shake as you sulk.

"You don't know, then," you say. Katsuki's brows furrow, face scrunched as you rub your neck, "It's nice to know Shouta still keeps my secrets, I guess."

The air feels heavy as you collect yourself, running through the correct way to approach things, making Katsuki leap to every worst-case scenario as you do.

"I'm not good with people either," you start, glancing up at Winston's horseshoe, refusing to look at Katsuki. "My quirk... it's really harmful too. I've hurt people too."

He tenses beside you. You ignore it, continuing, "I make people's hearts stop. Literally, that's all I can do, and when I was little..."

You squeeze your eyes shut before staring at the ground. "It manifested without warning. I was in the kitchen with my mom. She was making dinner, and I was just watching from the counter. I remember looking at her and being so happy because she was making my favorite. Then suddenly, she dropped to the ground."

You can feel his eyes on you, his face softening until it almost doesn't look like him anymore. With a deep breath, you face him.

"I tried to help, but I only made it worse. I was making her heart beat so fast, inducing a heart attack. Then my dad and brother came down because I was yelling, and I thought they could help, but they... they dropped too."

Your gaze trails to his chest, his heart, "I was a child. I called for help, and eventually, Shouta came to the scene. He was the only one who could approach me safely—him and my dog. He brought me to UA and taught me how to control my quirk. I was away from the students for obvious reasons, but it was a lost cause. I'd never get to join them anyway. You can't become a hero when your quirk can only kill. Not that it even mattered. We found out later that it's only triggered by a strong sense of love."

Katsuki stutters on a breath. You swallow.

"But animals—for some reason, it didn't affect them. My love wouldn't kill them," you smile, struggling to hold the form as your lip trembles, "they could always handle it."

Katsuki's face is unreadable when you finally look back at him. He's so still and quiet, a statue, afraid to do or say the wrong thing. You falter, terrified you already have.

You let out a sad, forced laugh, shaking your head, trying to snap out of the sorrow, "So anyway, now I know why you came here, and you know why I'll stay. We both learned something, right? That's... good."

"You've always been alone, then," he notes sharply.

You bite your inner cheek, dropping your gaze again, "It's for the best. Just in case, y'know."

He's furious.

"That's fucking bullshit," he spits, a flame ignited beneath him.

You blink at him, speechless.

"How are you okay with that? Who the fuck told you that this was okay?"

"I like it here. It's fine—"

"It's not, though," he cuts you off. "Why do you have to hide from the world and shitty people like me don't? I get honorable leave, and you're just what? Bound here forever? It doesn't make sense. You're a good person. You don't deserve this."

You exhale, body shaking.

"Didn't you hear me? My quirk kills people, Katsuki. There's no other way to use it."

"It's not your fault, though. Your quirk is shitty, but you're not."

"Y-you're a hypocrite."

"What?"

"You're good too. You have a shitty quirk, but you're good too, Katsuki. You care. I've seen it—I've felt it."

"It's not the same."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not like you. You're... you're a little fucking weird, and that's probably 'cause you've been cooped up here for your whole life, but you're... actually good. You care so much about these horses, it's almost ridiculous, but you do. You've got a big heart, enough for all of them. You love too hard, is all. That's your only flaw. You're a sucker, and you love too hard."

"And you don't?"

"Huh?"

"You don't love too hard too?"

"I don't know what the fuck you're saying."

"I saw you crying after they picked Winston up, Katsuki."

"So?"

"So you have a heart. You love them all too. I know you do."

"Not like you do."

"Why does that matter? Why does—"

"Because I want to!" He clamors, panting. "Fuck. You're—hah, you're fucking my mind up a little. I'm getting weird just like you 'cause I want to. I want to know how to love like you do. I want to feel it so bad. Enough that it makes my heart stop. I don't care. I'd let you."

You shake your head vigorously.

"You don't know what you're asking for. You don't. You don't—"

"I probably don't," he retorts, stepping toward you. "Doesn't make me want it any less, though."

"You've only known me for two weeks," you say, helpless.

"Yeah, and I don't ever wanna not know you," he mutters, getting closer.

You can feel his body heat radiating off him, the scent of burnt sugar licking at your nose.

"I like you." His hand brushes your cheek, thumb guiding your chin up to him, locking you in his gaze. "I like you and your dumb fucking horses too."

"They're not dumb," you whisper, breathless.

"I know," he smiles.

"Then why'd you say it?" You frown, sliding your arms up his chest, behind his neck.

"'Cause I'm not a good guy, and you look cute when you pout like that," he says.

"Then what does that make me for liking you?" You grin, lips brushing his.

"A good girl with bad taste."

Katsuki kisses you roughly, earning tiny, desperate pleas as he takes what he wants. You squeeze his neck, tightening your arms around the muscles until he pulls back, growling at the pressure. You stare at him in awe, unable to catch your breath, mindless as you lean in to seize his bottom lip between your teeth. You tug it carefully, feeling his body tense, exhaling deeply through his nose. You sigh, watching it snap back into place, blood rushing to the area, mouth darkened with greed. He lets you gloat in the feeling—wants you to get drunk on the rush it gives you. But he's impatient, and you're so hot against him, like a furnace, driving him crazy. So he's back, knocking his forehead into yours, starved—tasting you, tongue slipping into your mouth, insatiable and confident. His thumb massages your neck, and he swallows the cry you release, the pain and lust filthy dripping down his throat.

"I feel it," he grumbles, crass and eager.

"Feel what?" You slur, fisting his hair to bring him closer, trying to kiss him, but he pulls back.

His eyes are steel, steady, and sharply red.

"Your quirk," he says, unmoving.

You let out a shaky laugh, but he doesn't budge, frightening you.

He's serious.

"That's not possible. You'd be dead," you breathe, shuddering at the thought.

"I'm not, though," he murmurs, almost purrs.

You gasp as he unhooks your arm from his neck, placing your palm flat into his chest. His pulse is heavy yet stable, but you can feel it at your fingertips. He's right. Your quirk is activated, and you didn't even notice. It's alive, and somehow he is too. All the blood drains from your face.

"Doesn't hurt too bad," he promises, slicking down your paranoia, "It's 'cause of my quirk. Nitroglycerin, it relaxes the heart. I produce it naturally."

You frown slightly, still unsure, so he rephrases, "I'm not affected by your quirk. I can handle it. You and your love. It feels good."

"I don't love you," you say weakly, blood rushing back, making your head heavy.

"'Course you don't. You're just making my heart race for fun," he grins.

You suck in a breath, stuttering on it, "Shut up."

"Kiss me then," he says.

So you do.

You kiss him till it hurts, your palm never leaving his chest, his heart pounding against it. It's terrifying to let yourself go, so he holds you tight. So tight you think maybe it's your heart that'll stop first.

"I burnt your toast."

He hums, taking the mug from your hands and bringing it to his lips to sip, not even flinching though it's burning hot.

"I like it like that," he mumbles, sighing as you drop in the seat across from him.

You hiss at the sharp feeling between your thighs, nails digging into your hip as you shift your weight onto it.

"What's wrong?" He's got his hero face on, all concerned and ready to save.

You frown, shaking your head. "Nothin' just sore."

He's not satisfied with that, eyes narrowing as he studies you, "From what?"

"Stop frowning. I'm fine, seriously," you reassure, patting the table as you stand.

A faint "ow" tumbles from your lips, and he huffs.

"You're a suck ass liar," he says, getting up to stand with you. "Tell me what's wrong."

"No," you make your way into the kitchen, knowing he's following you, "it's nothing. Leave me alone."

"Not gonna," he promises, watching as you lean down and open the freezer, "I just wanna help."

You sigh, snatching an icepack before placing your hands on your hips, trying to be assertive, "I said I'm fine, now move, you're in my way."

Katsuki tilts his head, amused as he smiles wide like a shark, smug.

"You're too embarrassed to say," he decides, eyes roaming your body before leading back to your annoyed expression.

"I'm going to my room," you announce, taking a step forward. Katsuki doesn't move, a brick wall between you and escaping.

"What about breakfast?" He grimaces—like he's offended you're not going watch him eat his shitty burnt toast.

"You're a big boy. You can eat alone," you walk into him, groaning when he doesn't budge.

"I wanna eat with you," he brushes your hair with his palm, peering down as you prop your chin against his chest to face him, "and know why you're acting so weird all of a sudden."

"I'm just a weird girl," you say, cringing as he chuckles in response.

"Yeah, but this is extra weird. You're hiding something from me. Like I said, you're a shit liar."

You pout for a moment, but he doesn't buy it, so you sigh, surrendering.

"It's from barebacking," you confess, dropping your gaze to his neck, tracing his collarbone, "Roma's got a big ass wither, and I took her for a trail ride yesterday 'cause she hates the lunge tape, and..."

You look up at him, then down and back up, begging that it hits him. His eyes widen a moment later, and you're relieved.

"Why didn't you use a saddle?" He questions, curious and a little proud of himself for thinking to ask, noticing how it catches you off guard.

"She hates girths too. I think someone pinched her a couple times with it, and now she can't bear them," you explain, fighting a smile as Katsuki nods, taking it all in—learning.

"So now you're sore 'cause of her wither bone?"

"Yeah, almost feels like I bruised my... y'know," you mumble, looking to the side to escape his smirk.

"No, I don't know. Tell me."

"Don't make it weird," you say, nudging at his chest again. He's a mountain, and you're just the idiot trying to get over or around him, whichever is quicker.

He exhales deeply after a moment, relaxing enough to move back a step.

"Let me help you, then," he whispers.

Then you're the one frozen, tongue heavy in your mouth as you look up to confirm he said it.

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm asking to help. I'll hold the ice for you."

You want to call out how impracticable that'd be, how it'd be easier if you just sat on the icepack and you both had your hands free. But Katsuki is so handsome. All muscle and this boyish charm you only see in movies yet have playing out right here in the kitchen in front of you. Impracticable suddenly sounds really good.

"Alright," you settle, acting nonchalant, trying hard not to choke on your pulse.

"Good," he says, stepping to the side to let you free. You steer for the table. He grabs your wrist halfway there.

"Thought we were going to your room," he murmurs.

"What? I thought you wanted to eat breakfast?" Your eyebrows crumple together, lips turning down in confusion.

"I like your idea better now."

You narrow your eyes at him, but he doesn't give anything away, just looking back at you with his familiar face—like he's innocent and you're the weird one. You're always the weird one, you think.

"Fine, my room it is," you shrug, your neck prickling as you turn, something twisting at your core.

"Lead the way."

You've never brought him to your room before—never brought anyone to your room before, you realize. You're suddenly mortified. Katsuki has experience. It's written all over his face. You're still too scared to tell him he was your first kiss. A small part of you knows he didn't need to be told. It's probably written all over your face too.

"Um, this is it," you say lamely.

Katsuki looks around, pretending he hasn't been here before. The horses are in almost everything here. A painting on the wall, a small sculpture on your nightstand, He can't help but think it's kind of cute. You're a nerd for horses in the way Deku is for All Might—the way Katsuki is for All Might. They really are your heroes.

"Very you," he notes, making your nose crinkle up as you nod, embarrassed.

Biting the bullet, you sit on the bed, patting a space for him next to you. The mattress bounces you with his added weight, and you pet it as if to calm it down.

"Lay down," he directs, taking the icepack from your hand.

You drag yourself to the center, gulping. You've become comfortable around Katsuki, but this was a significant step if you're being modest. You're in a loose-fitting tee shirt that kisses your thighs and does a terrible job at hiding how you're not wearing shorts, the fabric bunching at your hips as your knees bend. Your panties aren't even cute, you remember, feeling the air hit your skin as you refuse to check, and Katsuki shifts to bring himself closer to you.

He massages your ankle, eyes glued to your face, not daring to peak just yet.

"You alright?"

You let out a small, measly sound, like you're suffocating and just caught air, "Yup. I'm good."

He squints at you, releasing his hold, "You're nervous."

"For what?" You huff, almost genuinely asking—begging.

"I make you nervous," he clarifies, not taking the bait.

You pause, thinking it over, even if you don't need to.

"I'm insecure," you say, shifting your gaze to your thighs, tensing at the sight of them like you haven't had them attached to you every single day of your life, and you're surprised to just meet them now. "You're the first person I've ever gotten this close to. I have some friends through horse things, so more business relationships if anything, but... I've never been with someone like this. Like you."

Katsuki breathes in deeply, wetting his bottom lip with the swipe of his tongue. "You think I'm gonna judge you or something? 'Cause I know, you're a little thick at times, but I didn't think you were actually dumb."

You huff.

"Was that supposed to be reassuring?"

"Kind of?"

"It wasn't," you smile, staring right at him.

He looks gentle under the early sunlight, broad and delicate against the cotton sheets.

"I'm trying to say you've got nothing to be nervous about. I like you. I like you a whole fucking lot. Don't let whatever you're thinking surpass that truth."

He says it softly, but you know he means it with the grit of his teeth, silently asking you don't make him bear them to prove it to you.

"I like you too," you say, finally.

"I know," he smiles, rubbing your calf as you nod, opening your legs for him.

You gasp when he presses the ice to you, his eyes still on your face, eating up your reaction. He nestles his nose into your knee, kissing it. You think you might melt.

"Feel better?" He asks, breath brushing down your thigh as he rests his cheek against it.

"Not yet," you whisper, fighting the urge to clamp your legs around his forearm, suddenly aware of how close he is.

He grins into your skin, closing his eyes and planting another wet hot kiss onto the meat of your inner thigh, "You sure?"

"I'm not," you say in a haze.

He's trailing down, pecking your leg until he pauses, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

"Do you want me to then?"

"What?"

"Do you want me to make it feel better?"

He holds you there, eye to eye, his hair tickling your flesh.

"What do you mean?" You let out a shaky breath, feeling him apply more pressure to the icepack.

"I wanna make you feel good. Let me."

You wait for the feeling to come—fear and shame, something begging you to stop before you make a fool out of yourself. It doesn't, though.

You look at Katsuki and don't feel anything but his heart and how steady it is in your palms.

"Please."

He kisses your thigh, then shifts up, placing an elbow beside you to drop down and plant a kiss on your lips—sweet and slow.

"I'll be gentle," he promises. You believe him.

He kisses you again before lowering himself, biting a smile back as you pout at the loss of his weight above you. It's wiped right off your face when he dips down, nuzzling into your heat, tossing the icepack next to him. He kisses you there, so delicate you almost can't feel it, still a little numb from the cold. But he warms you up, poking his tongue out to dip into you, teasing you until you whine enough that he rocks back on his knees and helps you shimmy out of the material.

You hide your face as he stares at you and your nakedness, fully clothed himself.

"I know you won't believe me, 'cause you're you, but you're fucking perfect, doll."

The pet name sounds sweet on his lips, but you taste so much sweeter.

Your thighs muffle your moans, but he likes them at his cheeks, threatening to suffocate him with how tight you hold him there. He grins when your hands find his hair, tugging and pulling, letting go and giving in to him. You're like putty in his hands, and he's just trying to memorize how you feel, studying you with his tongue until he knows how to mold the shape of you.

You cry when his thumb presses into you, rubbing focused circles on your clit, adoring it under his touch. Then you really are putty in his hands, hot gooey lava that slips between his fingers as he works desperately to lap you up, not wasting a drip of your euphoria—his hard work.

He climbs up your body to kiss you, swapping spit as you gasp at your taste on his tongue.

"Feel good?"

You nod into him, panting between kisses, not ever wanting to pull back.

"Wanna hear you say it," he moves to your chin, trailing down to your neck.

"I feel good," you sigh, running your hands up and down his back, feeling hot to the touch at how big he feels. So strong and yet careful, aware of his size and weight, you the glass under his feet.

"Mm," he hums, finding his way back to you, "I feel good too."

He stares at you then, the dumbest grin on his lips, drunk on you.

"I like you so much," you whisper, lifting a hand to cradle his face.

"Does that scare you?" He asks, leaning into your touch.

"A little, but I like it. I like you," you stare at his lips, watching as he turns his face to kiss your open palm, speaking into it.

"Good. Don't ever stop, then. Be mine."

You suck in a breath, then look at him, and let it go.

"I'm yours," you say. "Always."

"We're almost there."

His arms are crossed, and you think he looks a bit like a child at the moment, stubborn and impatient.

You've been walking down the dirt road for at least an hour now, and he's already asked five times why you didn't want to just drive down, and you've already given the same stupid answer: you like walking, it's fun. 

He'd be okay with it if you weren't wincing every other step, squeezing your hand in his. You're on your feet all day, he thinks. How much fun did you intend on having?

"Okay, it's just around the corner, I think," you pull him slightly, dragging him out of his internal debate about how mad you'd be if he just scooped you up on the way back.

"They better be fucking nice if you're getting blisters over them," he mutters, feeling a tug at his heart as you giggle.

"They're my favorite. Worth all the blisters in the world."

Then you turn the corner, and he'll give it to you—they're pretty fucking nice. Huge too, he notes, watching as you run free, letting the flowers hit your body.

"They're so pretty," you beam, the sun starting to set as you dance in its golden hour.

They're alright, he thinks. You're what's so fucking pretty, what's worth dancing about.

"C'mon, don't just stand there!"

He sighs all heavy like you're taking years off his life just for asking, but proceeds anyway. He's stiff in front of you, barely moving, so you're like liquid in the air to make up for it.

"You're not having fun," you frown, poking at his chest before twirling.

"You're fucking insane if you think I'm gonna do whatever you're doing right now," he says, mesmerized.

You laugh at that, shrugging slightly, "That's fair. I don't even know what I'm doing either."

He can tell. You're just flowing with the breeze, and he's watching with his breath caught in his throat. He wants to be there with you suddenly—in the air getting swept away.

You squeal when his hands grip your hips, lifting you up in the air, spinning you.

"I'm flying!" You muse, smiling down at him.

"No, you're not," he laughs, smiling back.

It starts raining then, sprinkling on your back as he slowly lets you down, scowling at the sky.

He stares up at it for a moment, deep in thought. You let the flowers tickle your back until he finally decides.

"No way I'm walking back in the fucking rain," he spits.

Suddenly, your feet are back off the ground, with an arm secured behind you. You clutch at his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso tight.

"It's gonna be loud," he warns, and just like that, you're in the air.

Just like that, you're flying.

Katsuki's quirk is ugly in a lot of ways. It hurts your ears, violent and aggressive in nature. You know he hates that side of himself, the one that carries the blood lost from these short, firework-like blasts. In the air, it's different. It's jarring and quick, but you feel safe, smiling through the whiplash. Soaring, your body pressed to him, you think he's the coolest man you've ever met. Your hero. Katsuki is, and always will be, your hero.

He lands shortly before meeting the barn, dropping to his feet and sprinting with you there in his arms. It's the perfect distance away from the horses, you realize. He didn't want to spook the horses.

You're both dripping wet when you get to the house, shaking in the air conditioning as you run up the stairs. You rush for the shower and somehow end up on your bed instead. The sheets are ruined, and you decide you like them better that way.

You sigh into each other's mouths as he enters you, thighs hugging his hips as he kisses your face, telling you that you're doing so good for him. You think you get it then—love, why people talk about how they like it so much. At one point in your life, you were afraid of it. Love is your weapon, and there's no safety on your trigger. Katsuki kisses you anyway, though. He kisses you until his jaw hurts, your bare skin kissing too.

It stings a little, but he's slow and patient, allowing you to adjust. He chuckles lightly when you start rocking into him, kissing your shoulder and asking if it feels good. You're eager to show him, moaning his name, touching his back and all the muscles flexing beneath your palms as you do.

The rain is loud against your window, but you sound good with it, and for once, he thinks he might like it. Or maybe he just really likes you. No, not like, he—

"I love you."

He says it first, cupping your face as his hips stay at yours, keeping you molded together.

"Promise?" You ask, beaming as he nods above you.

"I promise. I love you."

You lift your head to kiss him, smiling against his lips.

"I love you," you say and mean.

"I promise it too."

Katsuki's hand brushes up and down your arm until you can't feel it anymore, and it's like the air that surrounds you both. You're by the window, overlooking the pastures on his lap.

"You could come with me," he says.

You both know you won't. You're staring at the first reason, the second thumping in his chest.

"Or you could stay," you whisper, nestling your face into the crook of his neck, wishing you could remain there forever.

"I can't. I never could," he sighs, lips pressing to your scalp.

You nod into him. Of course, he couldn't. He's still in his prime, after all. He's gotta be someone's star while he still has the flame. He doesn't belong here, not yet, at least. Silently, you wish he never would. You wish he'd never know how the ground feels beneath his feet. He moves so naturally in the sky.

It's silent for a while, just his breath and yours synced, slow and steady—ready for a storm.

"Come with me," he asks, begs.

"Sunflowers don't grow in the city," you say.

He knows what you mean. He knows that means no, and it always will.

"You're right. They don't. Not like they do here," he mumbles, exhaling to break the cycle, your hearts on a different beat.

"Nothing out there is like it is here," you whisper, not even sure if it's true.

"Nothing like you, that's for sure," he smiles and then stops because it hurts too much.

It's quiet again, time passing too quickly. You can feel him fading beneath you—a foot out the door, his hand still on your thigh.

"What if I can't live without you, Katsuki?"

He tenses, the hand at your arm stopping, reminding you he was there—that he's always been there.

"You'll just have to hold your breath till I get back, then," he says.

Something tickles your hand as you reach out in slumber, something soft yet rough around the edges.

"Kat?"

Your eyes open before you can even really see, just a blur of colors and a soft yellow that gives you hope, resting against the pillow beside you.

But it's just a sunflower, you realize. It's not the yellow you've grown to favor, the blond with a bite. It's a single sunflower and a small notebook beside it. You open it up to read.

Friday

I read your diary. I'm sorry. That was probably one of the shittiest things I've done to you, maybe right under getting your neck fucked up the second night. I'm sorry for that too, by the way. I don't even remember if I told you I was, but I am. I'm sorry, and this is a shitty way to make up for it, but I'm trying.

I have to leave soon. We don't have many days left, and by the time you read this, I'll be gone already. I hope our last day is a good one. You better not cry, either. Please don't cry. I swear this isn't goodbye. Not for forever. I promise that.

Saturday

You are the love of my life. Have you figured that out yet? If you haven't, I've done something terribly wrong, or you really are stupid.

Of course, you're not. You're smart. My bright, sometimes dumb, pretty girl. God, do you even hear what I sound like right now? You make me sound all gross and shit, doll. Fucking gross. But I think I like it. Really, I just like you.

You're in the shower right now, and I'm being smart in my own way by taking the time to write for you now while you're busy. Be proud I'm not begging to join you, 'cause I really wish I could.

Maybe I will, actually. Yeah, I think I will. I want to kiss you right now, so I gotta go. I'll act smart later.

Sunday

I'm terrible at this diary shit. You're so good at it, too, I'm a little jealous 'cause I thought it'd be easy.

We have two more days together, and today I thought about asking to marry you. I don't even have a ring, so I'm not sure how I thought it would work, but I considered it. Really I did. You're allowed to laugh. I know it's ridiculous.

I'd bet you'd say no. I'd be mad if you didn't. You deserve a ring, a really nice one too. I've never understood them because it's just a rock on metal, but I don't know. Is it still a rock on metal if it's slipped around your finger since you said yes? Today I thought it couldn't be, that'd it'd be so much more. I want to marry you, doll.

I want to marry you.

I do.

I really fucking do.

Wait up for me 'cause I'll never stop waiting for you.

Monday

We had sex today.

Imagine if I just left it like that? It could have been funny. Fuck, it would have been. I already wrote on the end of the page, though, and I don't wanna rip it out. It'd be a whole thing, then. You'd be looking for that page forever, probably thinking it was some sappy love letter, and I wouldn't have the heart to tell you it was just this.

It could have been funny. Fuck.

But anyway, we did. I know you probably thought about it, so let me just tell you where you can't fight the answer: yes, you're the best I've ever had. You were incredible. You are incredible. I'd go into detail, but I think that might be too much. Or maybe that's what you like. I don't know. I just realized I don't know.

I don't know everything about you. I've known you for three months, and I don't know if you'd be happy or not for me to do this. Maybe you'll actually hate it. Maybe you'll read "I read your diary" and fucking hate me and stop there. I hope you won't, and to be honest, I know you won't, 'cause you're you. I know you enough to know that you're you. That I love you, and you love me.

I want to know more, though. I don't want to have to guess or think when it comes to you. Isn't that what love is all about, doll? No questions and second-guessing, just knowing or not needing to. I want to reach that with you. We can't do it in a day and only have one left.

I'll come back to you so we can. Even if it kills me, somehow, I'll come back to you. You'll be the star I follow to guide me home. You will be my home.

Please.

Tuesday

I don't know how to explain this feeling in words, but if I had to, it's gotta be like losing the sun and never knowing warmth again.

You are so radiant. The horses see it too. I think maybe you're their sun, and that's why it's never cold here.

Since this is the last entry, I'll be blunt with you. When I first came here, I thought you were the most out-of-touch person I'd ever met. You talked to the horses more than you spoke to me, and I genuinely thought you might be insane. Then I got you spun off Dreamer and realized it was me who didn't know shit. Again, I'm sorry for that.

You've changed my life since that day. Every day since I've met you actually, I've changed. You make me a better person, doll, and somehow I didn't fuck you up into becoming worse. We work well together. I almost think you were made for me, and I was made for you. I know I sound so goddamn weird, but this time I'm asking you don't laugh because I'm fucking serious.

You are the only one for me. I'm sorry that it's true, that you're stuck with me forever. I'll make it worth it, though. I'll spend every day making it up to you. I'll do anything you ask too.

Just not staying. I can't do that, not yet. I wish I could, but we both know it wouldn't be right. I'm just not ready to settle down, doll. I'm not like Winston. I haven't reached the top of that hill just yet. But I'm going to, and I have to. I need to be up there. I want to be someone you look at and think I'm worthy of resting my head on your lap, that I've lived enough days and fought enough battles to just lay there with you forever.

I know you're not ready either. You need time away from me to catch your breath again, to grow with the weeds and flowers. You need time to miss me so much that you couldn't ever get sick of me again. I know that. You need to be the sun for them too. I can't steal you like that.

So promise me you'll still love me when the timing is right for it. When I'm bruised and beat and don't have the charm to carry my shitty personality anymore. That's a lot to ask, but the thing is, I'm so greedy, and I'll ask for it.

I won't stop loving you. Don't stop, either.

Dance in the fields for me, pretty girl. One day I'll be so tired, I just might dance with you.

Dear Katsuki,

It's been years. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you, though. I started watching the news just to see you again. You really are a hero. You're the best I've ever seen.

I miss you so much, Kat. I think I'll miss you forever, some days more than others. When it rains, I miss you most. I miss your grouchy face and how you held me tighter during storms. I almost forget what it feels like, which scares me the most. Sometimes I close my eyes and can't see you, so I panic. I think I'm forgetting you in those moments, and I realize I never hung you up on the wall, that maybe you were never really here, and I just dreamt the time we spent together.

You asked me to never stop loving you. I think it's cruel that you thought you even had to ask like it was a choice I ever had a hand in making.

You said I was the sun. You're a fool, Katsuki. Don't you know the winter is so much colder here without you?

I think you might have ruined my life by kissing me so softly. I hope I ruined yours too.

I think you've lived enough. I think I couldn't stand to see you bruised and beat. Your head has always been too heavy. Won't you come home and rest here on my lap, just like you said you would?

I hope the city is keeping you warm. I'll have to burn it if it isn't.

I love you. I love you till it hurts, and some more after that.

Be my sun so I can dance again.

Come back so you can ask to marry me. I'll let my answer be a surprise. You'll just have to wait and see, won't you? Come home and find out.

I miss you.

I'll be here when you're ready.

I love you.

It felt like a storm was coming, but it didn't. You're grateful for that. You've been getting so many lately that it's beginning to feel like an omen, thinking the people on the news saying the world is ending may just be right. You know they're wrong. The world already ended, you think. It did the day he left you, but nobody seemed to notice. They're all late pointing fingers now.

It's nighttime, but you're still working because there's nothing better to do. Cleaning is therapeutic until you watch all your work gone in seconds. The horses don't appreciate as you do. But you do it anyway, polishing the barn doors like they'll ever be seen by anybody. You think maybe the moon cares. It glows the farm nicely at night, so at least you have one fan.

There's a bang by the end of the driveway. You check both doors, adrenaline pumping, realizing you left them open to dry. Did you forget to close someone's stall fully? You don't think you have time to check. Whoever got loose is already far down the road. You stare at the truck and then, for some reason, think you might be faster than an engine at the moment.

You realize about halfway down that you're most definitely not. You're more out of shape than you remember being, panting as you push yourself off the dirt, heart in your throat, burning it. You think you can see it then, in the distance. Somethings moving slowly towards you, quiet and steady. It's not one of the horses, you think. It's not wide enough. So then what?

You pray it's not a coyote or something. That'd really fucking suck. No way you ran all the way down here to get gobbled up by a coyote.

It's still moving, the same pace, still quiet. It's too dark to make much out, though. If it's trying to kill you, it's doing a terrible job—giving you way too long of a head start to run if you were smart enough to take it. Something about it has you frozen in place, your skin slick with sweat as you catch your breath.

"Hello?" You call out, feeling dumb for trying. Coyotes don't talk back.

"You're still here, then?" It asks. It asks. 

The voice is familiar, but you almost can't pinpoint it, a gush of wind carrying it too far to reach.

"Yeah? Yeah, I'm here."

That triggers something within the shadow ahead because it's running then, full speed ahead, straight down the line to you. Suddenly the air feels warmer. You almost forget it's night.

"It's really you?" He yells, getting closer by the second—your head start long gone as you nod into the dark.

You pinch yourself. Then again, and again. It hurts each time, but you keep doing it, afraid you're in a dream with a happy ending you can't bear to see if you'll never actually have it.

"It's me. How do I know you're you?" You shout, fighting against the breeze.

Then there's sparks. Small bursts, like tiny fireworks. You see sparks.

You're running again, adrenaline back and so strong you can't feel your legs anymore. Katsuki grunts when you crash into him, jumping into his arms, knowing he'll catch you.

"It's you. It's fucking you!"

You're squeezing him so tight, on his body and heart. He hasn't felt his pulse so strong in a while, not since you last gave him the reason to.

"You're gonna spook the horses," he whispers, holding you back just as tight.

"Fuck you," you say.

You don't remember when you start crying, but it's making a mess. His shoulder is damp, and suddenly, you realize yours is too. Your hero is crying. The sun's weeping at your neck, begging to finally be let home.

"I did it," you say, breaking the silence.

"Did what?" He pulls back to press his face into yours, brushing against it like a cat.

"I held my breath for you."

Katsuki kisses you then, under the audience of the stars and the weight of the world melting off his shoulders, his furnace pressed against him once again.

"Was it worth it?" He asks, pecking your nose and cheeks, covering you in what you've almost forgotten.

"We'll have to find out, I guess," you smile, feeling him walking down the road still carrying you, returning home.

Monday

Katsuki relearned how to figure eight a bridle today. It looked like shit, of course, but it's him, so somehow, it's perfect.

It feels good to have the sun back on my face, in bed beside me every night. He's the only heat I want to know, so I said yes today.

I doubt he was surprised, but I made sure to at least look like I had to think, just keep him on his toes.

He's gonna look so handsome in a suit. I hope I look even better in my dress to punish him for waiting so damn long to come back.

Kidding. Maybe.

Truth is, I really was holding my breath. So it feels good to breathe again.

I love him so much. So much it makes him blush.

I have to go now. Katsuki's in the shower, and I want to join him. So bye, for now, and maybe forever. I just wanna dance with him, so you understand, right?

You've been good to me, diary. You can rest happy knowing you end on a good note.

I'll be just fine. The sun's back in town, didn't you hear?

I think winter's gonna be just fine.

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X reader issues

One thing I hate about some “x readers” is that they say they’re x reader but then put a name for the reader…ruins the whole imagination for us…that’s just my opinion

It Starts Here

Prologue

A Stardew Valley X Farmer Series.

Concept: you’re done with Joja, you’re done with corporate and you’re done being worked to the bone. You finally decide to open the letter that your grandfather left for you all those years ago, finally deciding to do something for yourself for once.

Little note: things in this fic aren't going to go according to how you progress in the game (ex: you get a horse early on and whatnot) and I grew up on a farm, so I'm going to try to clarify what some items are the best I can as I know some people may not know. But I hope you enjoy reading! - LemnonBones

You sigh as you lean back in your office chair, stretching your arms up to the ceiling, trying to find something interesting to look at other than the blank walls of your cubicle. As you stretch you can hear your back pop, ‘work in corporate they said, it’ll pay well they said. Well it doesn’t pay enough for the chiropractor appointments I’m going to need.’ you think to yourself bitterly. You look at the time at the bottom of your computer, 3:30 looks back at you in black bold font. ‘Great, yep, totally a-okay staying here another 3 hours. Yep, uh-huh, no animosity here. Me? Animosity? No never, totally impossible’ you thought sarcastically with a less than amused expression on your face.

In your search for looking for something, anything, interesting to look at, your eyes land on your desk drawer. Ah right, the letter. You had forgotten when you put it in there. I guess you decided to lock it away, for Joja, for a company that saw you as little more than a pawn in their game of corporate scams. After all, you barely open your desk drawers at Joja. So little actually, that some of your coworkers started a theory that they were there just for aesthetics ‘the sad, depressing grey aesthetic maybe’ your growing animosity for the company becoming more than just a little annoyance. Your emotions telling you to reach for the letter, that there ‘has to be something better than Joja, right?’ you deice to listen to your emotions. Maybe they were right this time, maybe there is something better than a corporate scam. Reaching for the letter you retrieve it from the drawer, holding it up just enough for the light of your computer to make the details legible.

You look at the letter with a bittersweet expression. You remember the farmhouse and your grandfather, just barely, but enough to make a solid picture in your mind. You remember building sandcastles along the beach, and your grandfather rolling his eyes as you came into the house covered in wet sand and saltwater. You remember helping your grandfather tend to crops, even if your help was just getting muddy while watering the crops. You remember being fascinated with the neighbor's farm animals, so much so that your grandfather got a small pony for you. As sassy and stubborn as that pony was, you remember the love both you and your grandfather held for her.

You sigh longingly, wishing for that childlike freedom again, instead of sitting in a corporate office slowly wasting away for the likes of Joja. You contemplate, going back and forth between staying at Joja and opening the letter to look at its contents. Before you allow yourself to overthink anymore, you bite your lip and open the letter, hoping for the best. Reading the carefully placed ink that strung itself into words on the old paper, a smile makes its way to your face ‘grandpa always was blunt. Wow, I wonder where I got it from’ you reread the letter, again, and again. Contemplating once more, weighing pros and cons, trying to think about careful decisions. You only get yourself lost deep in thought before you finally think ‘you know what? Fuck it, you only live once. How bad could this possibly go anyways?’

From that moment on, your life would change, what those changes would be and what the future holds is unknown, but you had decided to take all of it head-on.

✨Masterlist✨

Bakugou :

Shy Kinky! Reader

Pro Hero Bakugou x Pro Hero! Reader, dom/sub relationship

Bakugou w/ dick piercing

Lifeguard! Bakugou

Hot and Sweaty Bakugou at the gym

Bakugou being proud of you

Appreciation of Bakugou’s quirk

Power Bottom! Bakugou

Soft and Sleepy mornings

Bakugou’s sweaty hands

Barbarian! Bakugou

Bakugou likes Reader’s fat ass

Ghost! Bakugou

Sub! Reader is feeling anxious and Dom! Bakugou helps her

Bakugou eating you out

Bakugou helping you take down your braids

Other Characters :

Short musing of how strong Deku is

Soft and Sleepy sex w/ Deku

Gardener Bakugou, Shotou, and Deku

Restaurant! AU

Host Club! Deku

Dragon! Kirishima

Dom! Reader x Denki, mommy kink

Daddy Dom! All Might

Street Fighter! Kirishima

Deku is too self-sacrificing and it’s hurts you so much

Gleppy’s Masterlist!

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Fanfics:

Backstabbers Main story

A series inspired by @summerlovingbaby’s wonderful and exciting “Traitor”!

Synopsis: Y/N gets accused by their classmates and friends of 2 years of smuggling classified information to the League of Villians because of their family history.

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 (finale)

Backstabbers After Stories

My Strange Addiction - ProHero!Shoto x Villain!Reader

Imagines/scenarios

Shoto Todoroki:

• Doubt (angst to fluff)

• Epiphany pt2 (fluff!)

• Anything but You (Angst to fluff?)

Katsuki Bakugou:

• Lucky (angst to fluff, comfort)

• Trouble pt.2 (angst to fluff)

• Look at Me (fem!Reader, Angst to fluff)

Fumikage Tokoyami:

• If Only (angst) pt.2 (angst to fluff)

Hitoshi Shinsou:

• It Falls Apart (angst)

Dabi:

• She’s My Collar (Smut, F!Reader)

• Sunflower (Angst to fluff)

Hawks/ Keigo Takami:

• Hawks x Villain!Reader (Angst)

Ochako Uraraka:

• Heart of Gold (Angst to fluff)

Tenya Iida:

• Precious (angst to fluff, mostly fluff)

Headcanons:

Their first kiss pt.1 (Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou & Izuku Midoriya)

What made them fall for you (Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki & Midorya)

Shouto learns to cook (fluff)

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More coming soon! <3

(Not my GIF)

The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon

Hello, my amazing readers! 

First, I want to thank you so much for all of your support. Your comments and feedback really mean the world to me. I’ve made so many friends on this platform, and I utterly adore getting to talk with you all.

If you have enjoyed my writings, then maybe you’d like to buy me a coffee or commission me? I’ll always love writing fanfiction, but it’ll go a long way for a caffeine-addicted uni student lol x

(you can also find my work on Wattpad and Ao3 under @pandorahurts)

♡ = favourites

Each section is ordered by oldest to newest

Art Masterlist

General TWD Masterlist

Keep reading

About the Masterlist:

❧ Right now I'm mainly writing for the characters you see here, but I will likely expand into other media and characters at a later date. ❧ Genres I write are fluff, smut (18+), and angst. ❧ I only do x Reader fics, though sometimes the reader is almost an OC, just without names/description of appearance (it’s up to you!) ❧ Most of my fics are implied to be for Female Readers with she/her pronouns, simply because that’s how I identify so it’s easier for me to write. ❧ Feel free to send in a request (when they’re open—check in bio)! Please read the request guidelines before submitting.

❤️‍🔥 = smut (18+)

Series

❧ The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning (ongoing—hiatus) | Series Masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Mini-Series

❧ Some Kind of Stranger (complete) | Series Masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Oneshots

❧ Born Yesterday ❧ Crystal Clear ❧ Don't Leave ❧ Eavesdropping ❤️‍🔥 ❧ Fifty Kisses ❧ For a Friend ❧ Healing Touch ❤️‍🔥 ❧ His Only Friend ❧ I Belong Here ❧ Just One Wish ❧ Keep Me Warm ❧ Lace and Silk ❤️‍🔥 ❧ Man Enough ❤️‍🔥 ❧ My Funny Valentine ❧ Objects of Affection ❧ On Thin Ice ❧ Pretty... Cool ❧ Protector ❧ Reassurance ❤️‍🔥 ❧ The Revolving Door ❧ The Right Thing ❧ A Slippery Slope ❧ The Sniffles ❧ Soft Spot Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥 ❧ Spellbound ❧ They Grow Up So Fast ❧ Tower of Strength ❧ What Gets Us Through

Misc.

❧ Dating Daryl Dixon would include... (Pre-Apocalypse Daryl) ❧ NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥 ❧ SFW Alphabet

Series

❧ Thy Saints Surrounded (ongoing) | Series Masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Oneshots

❧ Connor MacManus: Troublemaker/Matchmaker Extraordinaire ❧ May the Road Rise ❧ Under Pressure ❤️‍🔥

Misc.

❧ SFW Alphabet ❧ NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥

Oneshots

❧ Bite Me ❤️‍🔥

Last updated: 5/3/2022

masterlist

fyi, my masterlist is always available at https://imagine-thewalkingdead.tumblr.com/masterlist

thank you for all the love and support. it means the world <3

personal favourites marked with: ♥

Daryl Dixon Fics + Rewrites (2022+)

Oneshots

Speak Up - Daryl had almost given up on confessing his feelings to you, falling victim to his self-doubts and the predictable solace of silence. Then Maggie and Carol opened their big mouths. 

Observant - Daryl only ever heard Merle’s crude flirtations, but even he could think of something better than that guy’s stupid moon line– it only took a little observation.

Doctor’s Orders ♥ - When a sprained ankle takes you off run duty, the new girl goes in your place. Which would’ve been fine– if she didn’t have that brilliant wit, gorgeous smile, and effortless skill. But she did. And it was only a matter of time until Daryl noticed too.

Breathe Through It ♥ - When you come down with the flu, Daryl’s ready to fight through 50 miles of walkers, people– anything to get you those meds.

Heartburn - After a drunken confession and a gentle rejection, there was only one way to describe how seeing Daryl made you feel. Burned. The two of you grow distant while your wounds still sizzle. Daryl finds himself facing a choice he never expected: let you slip from his grasp or admit his deepest secret. Loosely inspired by “Heartburn” by Wafia.

Series 

Try - (Pre-Apocalypse AU) Daryl Dixon broke your heart. After the world ended, you found him again, but he’s not the same man who rejected you. [1] [2, coming soon] [3, coming soon] *on going*

Older Fics (proceed with caution, lol) 

Keep reading

Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Most recent fics at the top:

💖- fluff

❤️‍🔥- smut

💔- angst

One shots

Polar opposite's ❤️‍🔥💖

Stuck with you 💖

Safe ❤️‍🔥

He cares ❤️‍🔥

Jealous ❤️‍🔥

You're enough 💖

"I've discovered something" 💖

Home at last 💖

I found you💖

Mini Series 

Two is Better than One: Part 1, Part 2 ❤️‍🔥💖

Future: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ❤️‍🔥💖

HeadCanons/ Drabbles:

Daryl X Glenn X Reader

Happy Birthmonth

Crafts

Daryl's adopted child

Series:

In the End: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7

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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.”

Ao3 Link: Here

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 2 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 3 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 4 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 5 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 6 Tumblr Link: Here

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A masterlist is in order I guess:

AO3

Most of my work is NSFW so please do not read and do not follow me if you're a minor!! I have enough reasons to go to hell and I don't need a fresh one.

My one and only (Bakugo/ fem reader/ angst/ fluff/+18/ NSFW) Ongoing (1) (2)

The best (Aizawa/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ drabble)

Call me how you wish (Aizawa/ Dabi/ Mina/ Tenya/ Fatgum/ Hawks/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ suggestive)

After care and morning after -Tenya special- (Tenya Iida/ fem reader/ fluff/ suggestive)

It's not over (All might/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff)

Worthy (Kirishima/ non binary reader/ angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort/ trigger warning)

Mismatched (Bakugo/ Toga/ Izuku/ Ochaco/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ suggestive/ NSFW)

A second chance (Aizawa/ Kirishima/ Bakugo/ Momo/ Ochaco/ Mina/ Sero/ Kaminari/ Iida/ Izuku/ gender neutral reader angst/ fluff)

Always and forever (Dabi/ fem reader/ fluff)

Beauty mark (Bakugo/ gender neutral reader/ fluff)

Have a seat (Aizawa/ Fatgum/ Present mic/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ Explicit/ imagines)

True happiness (Dabi/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ a tiny bit of angst/ trigger warning)

Distress (Kirishima/ Dabi/ Aizawa/ fem reader/ angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort)

Will you? (Bakugo/ Shinsou/ Kirishima/ Kaminari/ Shouto/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ Suggestive)

Something new (Bakugo/ Amajiki/ Kirishima/ Shouto/ Dabi/ fem reader/ Tooth-rotting fluff)

My savior/ My demise (Dabi/ fem reader) (multi chapter fic/ angst/ fluff/ romance/ NSFW/ tragidy) chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) Completed

Aftercare and morning after (Aizawa/ Kirishima/ fem reader/ fluff/ suggestive themes/ headcanons)

Resurrection (Bakugo/ Shouto/ Dabi/ Tamaki/ Deku/ Aizawa/ Mirio/ Kirishima/ Kaminari/ gender neutral reader/ headcanons/ fluff/ TW

Profanities (Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Aizawa/ Yamada/ Bakugo/ Midoriya/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ comedy/ headcanons)

The end (Aizawa/ fem reader reader/ Angst/ imagines) part 1

The end? (Aizawa/ fem reader/ fluff/ imagines) part 2

Will you be mine? Forever? (Fluff/NSFW/ +18/ Aizawa/fem reader/One-shot

A stolen night (Shigaraki Tomura/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ fluff/angst/one-shot)

Comfort (Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ fluff/Angst)

True love ( Aizawa/ gender neutral reader/ fluff/ drabble)

How they react when you wake up from a nightmare (Bakugo/Shouto/Hawks/Kirishima/Izuku/headcanons/fluff)

Phone sex (Hitoshi Shinsou/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ one-shot)

Kirishima's relationship headcanons (NSFW/+18/ fluff)

Let's play a game ( Aizawa/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ explicit/ trigger warning)

Mha characters reacting to you owning a tarantula (Bakugo/Kaminari/Mina/Kirishima/Shouto/Ochaco/Momo/ headcanons/fluff)

A second family (Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Iida/ Monoma/Kendo/ angst/ fluff)

Meeting your parents ( Izuku/ Bakugo/ Shouto/ headcanons/ fluff)

Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch s/o (Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ fluff/ a bit angsty/ headcanons)

Mha boys activating/ using their quirks during an argument with you (headcanons/ fluff/ a tiny bit of angst at the beginning)

So what if they find out? (Dabi/ villain fem reader/ imagines/ NSFW/ +18/ explicit)

Fight and makeup (Bakugo/ fem reader/ one shot/ fluff/ angst/ NSFW/ +18)

It is the darkest before the dawn (Bakugo/ quirkless fem reader/ fluff/ angst/ two shots) (1) (2) Completed

His feathers ( Hawks/ fem reader/ imagines/ NSFW/ +18)

Hawks reacting to his s/o being a virgin and suffering from genophobia (fluff/ angst/ NSFW/ romance/ happy ending) tw: mentioning of sexual assaults and genophobia

Dabi's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

Seducing Aizawa: part 1 (fluffy/ suggestive themes)

Seducing Aizawa: Part 2 (NSFW/ +18)

Movie night (Aizawa shouta/ gender neutral reader/ imagines/ fluff)

Bakugo's forehead (fluff/ imagines/ gender neutral reader)

How we met (Todoroki Shouto/ fem reader/ fluff)

What the mha guys would say when you're giving them a blow job

Bakugo's soft relationship headcanons (gender neutral reader with an empath quirk/ fluff/ headcanons)

Mha characters reacting to you having tigers' characteristics due to your quirk (headcanons/ fluff/ spicy/ suggestive)

Shouto's favorite sex positions with fem reader (NSFW/ aged up)

Kirishima using his teeth on you (imagines/ spicy/ suggestive)

Mha guys reacting to your new short haircut (Aizawa/ Mirio/ Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ fluff/ headcanons)

Leaving Bakugo (angst/ imagines)

Teasing (Bakugo/ fem reader/ NSFW/ +18/ trigger warning)

How the mha guys would handle an eccentric y/n

Mha characters' reactions after learning about your real hair color

How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you (NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit/ headcanons)

Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Izuku's favorite sex positions with fem reader (NSFW/ aged up)

Bakugo's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

Together (Sero/ Kaminari/ gender neutral reader/ angst/fluff/ TW)

Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou's reactions to you telling them you want to have sex (separately/ fluffy)

Mina giving you a hand (one shot/ NSFW/ +18/ male reader/ trigger warning)

Insecure (Aizawa/ fem reader/ one shot/ angst/ fluffy)

Dabi and Hawks' favorite sex positions with fem s/o (separately/ NSFW)

Mha boys and girls discovering their bunny quirk s/o has sensitive ears and tail (headcanons/ fluffy/ suggestive themes)

Bakugo/ Kirishima/ Shouto/ Izuku falling in love at first sight with y/n (separately/ fluffy/ headcanons)

Izuku, Shouto, Katsuki's reactions to you telling them you want to have sex (separately/ fluffy)

Mha characters reacting to you having the same quirk as them (fluff/ headcanons)

Mha characters reacting to you asking them to fight (fluff/ comedy/ headcanons)

Katsuki and Shouto having a crush on you at the same time (fluff/ headcanons)

Mha characters reacting to you having sharp teeth

I will be updating it regularly.

This is just a list of all my works. I’ll try to keep it updated regularly.

Last updated 04/10/22

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Taken Series

Not Okay

The Stars Above

Late Night Investigation

A Drunken Grace

Coffee Break

Need a Hug

Hot Take

An Explosive Surprise

Stitches

Matchmaker

Cozy by the Campfire

The Notebook

Of Roofs and Rings

Fix Me Up

Broken

Fever

Izuku Centric

One More Step

It’s Never Easy

Among Us Heroes

Katsuki Bakugo X Reader

There’s Love and then there’s Chocolate

Headcannons

The Boys on Singing in the Car With You feat. Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Mirio, Tamaki

The Boys with Pets feat. Izuku, Katsuki

Drabbles/Imagines

Beach Day Drabbles - Izuku, Katsuki, and Denki

Soft Vil!Deku and chubby S/O

Happy Birthday with Izuku

Winter Drabbles -Izuku, Katsuki, Iida, Shoto, Ejiro, and Mirio

Soba Confessions- Todoroki

A/B/O au with Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki

Midoriya, Kaminari, Todoroki with intern!Reader

i cant talk rn i’m doing hot girl shit

reads fanfiction

cries

sleeps for 12 hours