Okay but let’s circle back to that one soulmate au where if one person masturbates, the other can feel it👀
This idea was honestly so so god tier I am in love with it.
Because literally imagine Virgin Bakugou who’s never even masturbated because he just doesn’t have the time in his quest to becoming the number one pro. He’s got the strongest willpower so whenever his cock would twitch between his thighs or he’d get morning wood he could ignore it. So he’s got all this pent up energy inside him that he tries to expel through his quirk and through working out etc, but one night when you’re touching yourself he can feel it.
It just feels like nothing he’s ever felt before and he’s almost certain he can hear your soft little whimpers as you touch yourself. His cock rousing to attention between his thighs as his hips jerk, thrusting his cock against his boxers as the heat begins to take over his body. Slowly flowing through his veins as he tries to shrug the feeling off and go back to sleep, but he can’t. His heavy cock leaving dark patches against the fabric of his boxers as it leaks cum, every roll of your fingers against your clit he can feel. His body throbbing as he feels sweat beginning to pool at his temples. He can’t last as long as you, he’s never felt this before- his body jerks as he cums in his pants, the wet substance sticking to his skin as his chest heaves.
But even after he’s cum you don’t stop, shamelessly seeking your own release as his climax sends you surging into your own. Able to feel every bit of pleasure Bakugou just felt as he came undone, your clit throbbing as you press messy circles against it coming to your own climax. When you do it sends Bakugou’s overstimulated body into a frenzy, harsh waves of pleasure ebbing through him even though he just came as his toes curl and white spots blank his vision. His teeth grinding as he sucks in a breath, trying to stop himself from crying out with you.
The bond breaking just as you cum, leaving him panting alone in bed covered in his cum. His body tired from pleasure and he didn’t even have to touch himself— if he would have known masturbation would’ve felt that good he would’ve done it a long time ago.
Until he finds out just how much you like to touch yourself. Now he’s wondering what you think about when you play with your pussy, who you’re thinking about. And the fact you always seem to do it at the worst times for him. Pulling him out of his slumber late at night as you touch yourself in the early hours, making him grouchier at work from lack of sleep as he slinks into the locker rooms to change for patrol.
Cursing to himself when he knows you wake up late on Sundays so he’s going to have to find a quiet alleyway to hide down when you masturbate during his patrol. His cock tenting his pants as he excuses himself from Kirishima, fiddling with his belt buckle as he pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. Wrapping a gloved palm around himself as he jerks himself at the same pace you do, slowly discovering what you like and don’t like.
It’s normally you that instigates these private moments but after he begins to learn the hours where you don’t touch yourself and that you’re probably working or busy, Bakugou decides to get his own back during those periods. Stepping into the shower as he fists his semi-hard cock. Letting his forearm rest against the cool tile as he begins to stroke himself, trying to picture what you might look like in his mind. What you smell like. What you feel like. The thoughts making him throb as your connection strengthens with your pleasure.
There’s no way he can keep going like this, he has to find out who you are. Where you are.
Bakugou Katsuki was once one of the worlds greatest Pro-Heroes until he unleashed an attack on the innocent civilians of Musutafu. Everyone believes that he committed the crime, that there was always a villain inside him just waiting to be unleashed. The world turned their back on Dynamight, but you know that he’s innocent. He’s been sentenced to life in Tartarus and you may be the only one that can set him free.
He breaks up with you just two weeks before Valentine’s Day, texting you shit like “it’s not gonna work out” or “I just need to focus on myself rn” just so he doesn’t have to buy you anything for Valentine’s Day. I can also see him still frequently texting, making sure nobody has touched or tasted “the best piece of ass he’s ever had” but in reality he’s just making sure you haven’t moved on from him.
Fast forward to Valentine’s Day and your sitting on your couch, eating a tub of ice cream while watching The most cheesiest romance movies, crying about how that should’ve been you and all of your shoulda, woulda, coulda’s of your relationship with kiri. Constantly checking your phone to see if he’s texted that this was all a prank and he’s outside your front door with gifts. Sadly for you, it doesn’t happen.
You wake up the next morning with a good morning text from him. You don’t answer to the text because you were still pissed at him and you wanted him to feel every once of what you’re feeling.
One week goes by with you ignoring him/ replying with one work texts like “yea, no, idk, idc… etc”. At this point Kiri was absolutely LIVID and was going to make you cave in and make you his all over again.
And it doesn’t help that he knows all of your weak spots, things that he does for you that makes you all mushy inside for him. He goes to the store to buy all of your favorite candies, junk food, flowers, you name it. Oh and believe me when I say he definitely knows what he’s doing, of course he does bc he’s sleazy.
When he shows up at your front door step you’re surprised. By seeing your favorite things all in his arms gave you enough patience to at least let him in and have a decent conversation. Of course you sit on the opposite side of the couch from him. He looked damn near godly the way he sat on the sofa with one arm layed across the back, manspreading almost half way across the couch. Of course he says little flirty things during talking like “why are ya’ sittin all the way over there? I swear I ain’t gonna bite cha’ unless ya ask” but that’s just how he is.
It only takes a few whispers in your ear to get you to crack to him. Next thing you know he’s in between your legs sucking on your clit like he just wants it to fall off.looking up at you while delivering kisses to your fluttering hole each time he says “m’ sorry baby, I ain’t mean to hurt cha’.” And “please gimme another chance”
Countless orgasms later, your spent. Kiri knows this because he did his very best to work you tonight to get back on your good side, and to add the icing on the cake he’ll help you shower
And you promised yourself that you wouldn’t end up like this. Back right where you started, laying in his arms, letting your last orgasm ebb away. But the way he fucked you, you might just give him a second chance…..
Also: can i be 🧈(butter) anon?
AHHH I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA!! It makes me wanna write a full fucking fic for it your brain is so big and juicy omg😫
Imagine though because you’re pissed he broke up with you and all your friends have cute dates on valentines that you started trying to find a date again, pushing yourself to try and find a cute guy. And of course, Kirishima finds out. He sees you sitting across from this guy that isn’t him in a coffee shop a few days after Valentine’s Day and he’s livid. There’s no way he’s going to lose you, especially not to a fucking idiot like that. And luckily for Kirishima he knows just what you like, and how deep down you’re still completely obsessed with him.
And Kirishima knows the moment he has you cumming on his tongue again that he’s hooked you right back in. This was amazing ahhh😍😍😍
everyone posts about how megumi would lose the person he's interested in to his dad the moment they met, as if megumi isn't crazy enough to actually fist-fight his own father for just looking at you wrong
Summary: Arranged marriage leads to fallout with the god of thunder.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, unrequited love, language, jealous reader, virgin reader, jealous Thor, cocky Loki, unprotected sex, smut, possessive Thor, loss of virginity, breeding kink, creampie, fluff, Thor being a douche (and he likes to mess with the reader), tricks, Thor is insatiable, implied smut
Word Count: 3,5 k
Square Filled for @marvelfluffbingo (marvelfluffbingo2021): Free space - Thor Odinson
Marvel Fluff Bingo 2021
“Where is Thor?” you sigh deeply, ignore Sif’s question for a moment to sort your thoughts. “Shouldn’t you know about your betrotheds’ whereabouts?”
“Thor does what Thor wants,” bored you step outside to have a look at Asgard from the balcony. You close your eyes for a moment, enjoy the warm breeze touching your skin. “You should know that; you’re his loyal friend.”
“You’re his wife, his future queen,” if you weren’t a lady, you would huff at Sif’s words. “He must tell you everything and share all his secrets. Odin himself chose you.”
“Therein lies the problem, Sif,” you chuckle lightly when you turn around to face the warrior. “Odin chose me, Thor didn’t. My husband doesn’t even respect me enough to hide his affairs.”
While you walk past Sif, holding your head high the warrior looks at you with pity.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
You wave her concern off, walk side by side with Sif while she tries to fathom why Thor rejects his chosen wife.
“This can’t be helped. I only regret I’ll disappoint the all-father. I can’t give him grandchildren, not with Thor yearning for that Midgardian…”
Farm hand SERO tends to take nap breaks at least once a day and the heifers fall all over each other to get to lay beside him while he naps because he sleep fucks. Like he rolls over still asleep and gets all up in them guts and once he wakes up usually mid fuck he goes from sleepy pounding to oh look the little slut was being naughty time to give her a baby in that greedy womb fucking. I'm talking that good squirting screaming fucking that has the heifers pulling the nearby bulls over to fuck them while they watch and some of the more silly farm hands placing bets about how many orange loving hybrids will be born this season.
This when I read this and then read this and I read this and suddenly read this and this read I this and and-
The word was spread by one of the heifers that had been on Sero’s lap while he dozed of in his usual, mid afternoon naps. At first, she just found it funny that he wrapped his arms around her, thinking he was a cuddle bug in his sleep. But then she felt his hips gyrating upwards, unconsciously seeking the warmth of a cunt, and like the horny cow she was, the heifer pushed his untied overalls down to feel the precise strokes that Sero could still manage while asleep.
News traveled fast and it was only a matter of time before more heifers were hovering around Sero when drowsiness started to make him nod and bob. Due to previously held argument over who gets to ride the sleepy farmer this time, you step forward as the proud winner, giddily crawl up on his lap and sink down with a whiny moo. You rolls her hips and Sero faintly hums under his breath as he grinds along with you, the curve of his cock so delicious on your gummy walls.
His weight easily rolls both of you around so you’re on your back, Sero nuzzling into your neck like he would with his pillow, but humps into you all the same, snug like he belonged in your pussy, slow and deep and nudging your sweet spot.
Sero’s not exactly a light sleeper, but your pants, your moans, the muffled chime of your bell from between squished bodies is bound to wake him up, thrusts momentarily wavering at the realization of how your pussy grips him.
“Oh? Looks like a little heifer decided to be a slut while I was napping.” His mild confusion quickly melts into a smug grin as he really puts his hips into it, making you squeal at the slaps echoing from between your legs, wet and messy juices dripping on the ground below. “Since you wanna be so naughty, I’ll give this greedy pussy the baby she wants.”
He plows you like a mission of upmost importance, has your legs draped over the bent of his arms so he can batter the entrance of your cervix with every thrust, slurs filth on your parted and drooling lips and your brain is too mushy to even register he switched to Spanish- but your pussy seems to know, and she forms obscene rings of cream around Sero’s base, wetting dark pubes milky white.
Sero fucks you so god that he gets you both an audience. He rams into you so good that other heifers had to drag bulls over to replicate the sensation their cunts envied and craved for. He raws you so good that he has a group of cows begging for a turn when he’s done and Sero laughs cockily and fucks you with a new found vigor, horny cheerleaders spurring him on.
Farmer Shigaraki pacing by and he visibly grimaces at the fuck fest he’ll probably have to clean after.
“Great, we get to expect another brat that hazes through the orange stock.”
He gets a hefty pat on the back from a passing doc Keigo who’s chuckling at the scene. “You humble him too much, Shiggy. That nap gave him enough energy for at least two more kids.”
Love Again | A Jurdan Series (T) - Chapter 5: Revolting sustenance
❦ “It’s been four months since Cardan Greenbriar banished his wife, Jude Duarte. And he feels as if enough is enough.It is high time for him to venture into the mortal world and bring her - or, rather, convince her - back to his side.
But what he finds there will force Cardan to reflect on their relationship; and not in a good way.”
Pairing: Cardan x Jude
Genre(s): Angst, winning the girl back, romance
Warnings: high amounts of angst, lots of hurt emotions/feelings, some mild language, and brief mentions/references to sexual themes and se*ual ass*ult
a/n: Enjoy everyone~ 🖤
❦ Masterlist ➺ Ch. 1 :: Ch. 2 :: Ch. 3 :: Ch. 4
♫ - ❝Tell me once again, baby. Say that you love me again.❞
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮
Even though Jude is injured, she doesn’t seem in any haste to get back to the apartment. She walks about leisurely, her eyes scanning the area.
Making sure there is no more danger, Cardan thinks to himself. And his heartstrings pull at just the mere thought of her being in such danger, that even he can’t help her.
Like when she was locked deep below the Sea of Elfhame.
He hates her being in the mortal world like this. He hates that he can’t see and protect and keep her safe.
He just wants this long nightmare to end…For his wife to come home.
bakugou having big, swol balls, so big in fact that whenever he fucks u from behind that juicy sack slaps against ur clit making u come embarrassingly fast.
Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!
Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing
Word count: 3.4k
Tags: Angst, FLUFF
(not my gif, I just love it lol)
Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don’t know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze.
Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to.
That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.
Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away.
Hii!! Could i please request nsfw hc with Tengen and Kyojuro (separately) having a fem s/o which has very small breasts? But it's to the point where she theoretically doesn't have any and its her biggest insecurity
Thank you and have a nice day!!
Requests: Open! Please Specify if you want a HC or Fic! If you fail to do so you will be skipped...
Warnings: NSFW (Long HC once again)
Tengen and Rengoku With a S/O Who Has Small Chest
Tengen:
- Like Inosuke he thought you were a boy with very feminine features...Until he heard you talk. Also when during a mission the demon you were hunting slashed open your shirt, to which you quickly covered your chest with the tattered remains of your uniform.
- He's just so used to staring at his three wives' voluptuous breasts, that he's just honestly intrigued by your small ones. He honestly wonders how much would fit in his hands, and quickly comes to the conclusion that his hands would definitely engulf your small breasts.
- After the incident, he definitely wants to see them again, because he's curious now. Thus he waits.
- He gets to know you a bit more and even his wives end up taking a liking to you! Your relationship just kinda happened. There was no asking out, or sappy confessions, you the two of you just kinda clicked after a while and knew what you two had definitely couldn't be labeled as just friends.
- However, just because he's extremely uplifting along with his wives doesn't mean the degrading thoughts in your head disappear. Anytime you take a bath with his wives you can't help but just slink further into the warm water, embarrassed.
- There's been a few times he's caught you staring at yourself in the mirror in the middle of getting ready for bed in private. Be it passing by the bathroom or the shared bedroom, you just stare down at your chest in distaste, eyes tired and a scowl upon your lips.
- Tengen honestly doesn't understand why you hate your chest so much, he finds your breast adorable. It pains him to see his wives wear their chests exposed while you make sure to keep your kimono closed, completely closing off any access to your chest.
- He wants you to know that he finds your small breasts attractive, and he feels the best way to do so is by catching you by surprise.
- When the two of you are napping together while his wives run about the house, he loves spooning with you. Gives him the opportunity to lay behind you and drape his arm across your chest.
- He'll purposefully shift his arm, making your kimono shift against your sensitive nipples, stimulating you and making them erect. Once he feels how hard they are, he'll slip a hand into your kimono and grope at your breasts.
- You'd whine as you slowly stir awake, whimpering as he gently rubs his thumb over your nipple before pressing his hand against your small chest to pull you closer to him.
- Enjoys making you a whimpering mess, and as soon as he notices you trying to rub your legs together, he'll grab one and drape it across his own leg, refusing to allow you to create any friction for yourself.
- He's quick to slip his hand between your legs, thrusting two fingers into you and allowing you to grind against his hand as he continues to play with your small breasts.
- Will slip his hand away whenever he feels your walls tighten around his thick fingers and quickly pulls them out, flipping you onto your back and pulling your kimono open to rub your slip across your small breasts.
- Licks your juices off your breasts before nipping at your nipples, earning a squeal of surprise and a moan whenever he latches on.
- The way he just hungrily stares at your flushed face makes you want to hide, especially when he makes the comment, "I don't understand why you're so embarrassed by them. I think they're cute and extremely sensitive to." He'd chuckled as he blows a cold breath over one of your erect nipples.
- Loves to fuck you in the mating press position and with you on his lap because you're chest to chest and he can feel your small breast press against him.
- When he fucks you from behind, he keeps your chest pressed down against the bed so the fabric rubs against your nipples, causing more stimulation. Plus, every time the soft sheets stimulate you, he can feel you tighten around him.
- You were embarrassed when you actually came just by him playing with your breasts, but he personally felt it was one of the hottest things ever.
Rengoku:
- There are days he sees you proudly wear your uniform shirt open, confidence and pride radiating off you as you return from a mission, obviously hot from your days of travel and the sun that shows no mercy.
- However, he also sees how quick your confidence can be extinguished. Passing by Mitsuri in the hallway, her shirt hardly able to keep her breasts trapped inside its confines. Then Shinbu joining you for a bath after you've returned from a long day.
- On those days, he watches as you walk around with your uniform buttoned up all the way to the neck and it makes him scowl. When he'd return back to your shared estate to find you staring in the mirror of your shared bedroom, not expecting him to return so soon, eyes glazed over with sadness as you stared at your half-naked body, his chest aches.
- He understands that just because he doesn't see a problem with your body, doesn't mean you don't. He loves your small perky breasts, meanwhile you hate the fact that they can't probably fill a kimono.
- It especially hurt the one time you went on a mission and at one of the small inns you were staying at the owner asked if Rengoku and the young man (you) that was traveling with him would like a shared or separate room.
- Rengoku is honestly irked by the man's words, however just cheerfully states you are in fact a woman, and that you'd like a shared room. The clerk's face would be red, and the speed at which he begins to spit apologies is honestly surprising.
- However, just because he's apologized doesn't mean Rengoku has let the mistake go. No, he has you moaning underneath him, clawing at his back as you beg for him to go faster, to go harder as he pounds away.
- He wants people to hear, especially that clerk.
- Loves the noises you make, especially the little gasps whenever he gently grazes a hand across your small breasts. When you lay on your back it's as if they're not even there, but he knows they are.
- Will reach down as he thrusts into you, your legs over his shoulders, and palm at your breasts. Gropes them roughly and pulls them apart slightly before tweaking your nipples, earning him a sharp gasp and you tightening around his aching cock.
- Falls asleep with his hands groping your breasts-
- Personally enjoys it when you ride him so he can watch your small breasts bounce slightly. When he feels you getting close to your climax, he'll roughly grasp your hips and pound into you, his lips finding one of your nipples and latching on. Rubs his tongue over the sensitive but and gently bites down, the sensation causing you to cream on his cock, and squeeze him to the point he's painting your insides.
- He fucks you in the bath.
- The way the water drips down your chest, and the way your nipples get erect as the water turns cold honestly does something to him.
- Like Tengen he enjoys engulfing your breast with his larger hands and roughly squeezing them till he has you a moaning mess on his lap, grinding against his cock as he plays with your breasts. He jerks his hips whenever your clit rubs against his cock head.
- Loves the way your slick folds engulf him as you rub yourself up and down his cock, refusing to allow him to slip inside. However, he helps you reach your climax by rubbing at your sensitive breasts and gently tugging at your nipples
- You both usually cum together, your sweet cream dripping from your aching pussy as you grind against him, your cum mixing together as you grind back and forth.
- After sex, he loves giving your small breasts some tlc. Usually saves your chest for last when wiping you down, so when he pulls the cloth away he can kiss at your small breasts.
pairings - bakugou x reader, yan!shouto x reader, yan!todoroki family x reader
summary: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, After watching his son pine for the powerful girl at the top of her class for three years, Endeavor kidnaps her as a graduation present and to further the dynasty he’s hoping to create. But Bakugou’s not ready to lose you that easily. Hurt, this chapter, very sparing comfort.
a/n: there will be smut, n*con, d*bcon, bondage, drugging kidnapping, yandere tropes and lotsa dark kinky shit in this series. All characters about to graduate from college, so ages are around 22-23. Reader has energy emitting and magnifying quirk. Please, message me if you’re worried about whether you can or should read this, i’m happy to answer any questions.
There’s a square of silvery blue moonlight on the concrete floor of the basement. Shouto’s still holding you, while you drool on the shoulder of his flannel. He shifts your weight against him a little, and the chains around your wrists clink musically. At the noise you wake with a start, gasping, straining against your bonds.
“Where am I?” You turn to him, eyes wild, “Oh god,” you sob, “It wasn’t a dream,” You double over in his lap. “Oh my god,” you try to focus on breathing, taking big gulps of air. “My wrists hurt, what, what do I have to do to get these off?” Shouto swallows, considering.
“Take another pill.” He suggests and you nod emphatically.
“I can’t feel my hands.” You whisper and he digs in his pocket for the packet of xanax. He pops one of the little blue pills out of the paper package and places it gingerly on your tongue. You wince at the bitter taste, but your breathing quickly slows. He waits until your pupils are huge, till your eyes are glassy and unfocused, before standing and gently, carefully unchaining your hands from the pipe.
“Shit,” He breathes, seeing the deep purple bruises on your forearms. You draw your arms into yourself, immediately curling into the fetal position on the floor. “Can I see your wrists?” He asks quietly and you extend them to him without lifting your head. He tests the flexibility of the joint. “You’re not injured.” His eyes flick to your foot. “Well, not very injured.” You don’t laugh, not even the charitable one you’d usually grant him when he attempted humor in front of other people and it fell flat.
“Do you know why I love you?” He blurts out, and that gets your attention, you lift your head an inch from the ground, staring at him, mouth slightly open.
“No.” You say, after a moment.
“Because you always treated me like a person.” He says quickly, so fast that the words blend together. “Even after you met my father, even with my scar, and my,” bitterness seeps into his voice, “Social inexperience, and perhaps inefficacy, you never, you never stopped trying to understand me.”
“Shouto,” You whisper pierces the silence, “I’m afraid.”
“I know.” He reaches out and brushes some hair from your face. “But I promise, if you do what I say, I can keep you safe from him.”
“No,” You breathe, voice small and broken, a ghost of a confession. “No, I'm afraid of you.” He freezes, ears ringing. “You, you’re my friend, right,” You prop yourself up a little, “I thought, you’d be helping me escape, you’d be helping me.”
“Oh.” He swallows, memories of his father's displeasure burning on his skin. “You don’t, you don’t have the full perspective.” He looks away for a moment before speaking again. “He’ll kill you. If we fail to get you out, somewhere safe, maybe out of the country, he’ll kill you.” You swallow. “And I,” his voice cracks, “I can’t live without you, I’m too fucking selfish to even try.”
“Where the fuck is she?” Bakugou snarls, facing a very surprised group of villains. Dabi’s got his feet up on the table, a toothpick in his mouth, Toga and Twice are playing cards on the bar and Shigaraki was pouring himself another drink, some whiskey spills on the floor.
“Kacchan what the fuck,” Midoriya snaps, losing his temper with his childhood friend. “Did you have anything other than a fucking hunch?”
“Hawks had burns,” Bakugou growls, holding his hands up, “So you,” He looks at Dabi,
“Are gonna tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is or I’m gonna rock your shit.” Shigaraki takes a step forward.
“Do you really think the two of you,” his voice is soft and girlish, it sends shivers up the heroes spine, “Could face all of us, even if we did have, whoever you’re looking for-”
“You goddamn know who I'm talking about.” Bakugou snarls. “She’s the one who gave
you that scar.” He points to the mark on Shigaraki’s neck, and the villain frowns.
“That girl killed three of my pets.” He stretches. “If I had her, you’d be able to hear her screaming.” Dabi snorts in the corner.
“Typical hero bullshit.” He swings his legs off of the table. “Something goes wrong, blame the villains.” He digs in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, slipping out of the room.
“Play with us,” Toga pipes up from the corner, “Izuku, please,”
“Kacchan,” Midoriya says taking a step toward the blonde, “She isn’t here, okay-” Bakugou moves so quickly he’s hard to focus on, blasting himself forward with his hands, flying through the small space towards the door Dabi went through. Midoriya is less than a second behind him, the others following as he tackles the dark haired man to the ground in the alley behind the bar.
“Bad move sparky.” Dabi rasps, blowing Bakugou off of him with a blast of blue flames that sets the building on fire.
“Kacchan!” Midoriya calls angrily as Bakugou reels back and blows Dabi away, loosing a huge explosion from his left palm that fills the air with dust and smoke. The building somehow with stands the blast and when the air clears Bakugou is holding Dabi by the collar.
“He knows,” Bakugou shouts, “He fuckin’ knows where she is.”
“He doesn’t know anything!” Shigaraki protests, then turns to the others, ‘The hell are you waiting for, attack them!” Dabi lifts up a scarred palm.
“Nah he’s right,” He grins lazily, “I know exactly where his bitch is,” Bakugou backhands him, immediately, and Dabi laughs, hard, as blood trickles out of the corner of his mouth. “And I'm not,” he chokes out between laughs, “I’m not gonna tell you!” He laughs harder, the sound bright and eerie in the dust.
“He’s bluffing, Kacchan,” Midoriya says, taking a step towards his friend. “Come on, he’s, he’s bluffing.”
“Talk or I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.” Bakugou growls.
“I’ll help ya find her.” Dabi’s smile widens. “But I got somethin’ I want in return.”
Shouto’s got your arms flopped around his neck and his hands on your thighs, carrying you up the stairs. He winces with every creak, his father was out, doing god knows what, and he was determined to get you out of the basement for a bit.
“Sho,” you slur, barely conscious, “Where are we going?”
“The living room.” He says quietly. “Is there um, we could watch TV?” You nod slowly.
“I was reading something,” you mumble, and he feels your lips on his neck. “I love reading,” He feels you stiffen, “Will I still be allowed to read?”
“If you're good for me.” Shouto says. “And today, if ah, if you’d like, I can read to you?” You sigh with happiness.
“My mom used to read to me.” He nods.
“I know.” He sets your limp body on the couch, your tongue nearly lolling out of your mouth. He props a pillow under your head.
“Can you um, wash my face for me?” You mumble, and he nods, something in him warming.
“Don’t move.” He says and you shrug, you couldn’t if you tried. Even when you close your eyes your sense of up and down is completely distorted. The world is odd and fishbowled, but you can see you’re in a rustic lodge style room, with high vaulted ceilings and beams, and a large fireplace. The tones of the room are warm, and inviting, and it’s almost a sterile level of clean. Every throw pillow looks carefully placed, and when you can focus on them, they look untouched.
Shouto comes back a minute later with a warm bowl of water and a soft cloth. He carefully, lovingly, cleans your face. He wipes away dried blood, and dirt, and the remnants of your makeup from the party, moving painstakingly slowly around your bruises and scratches. He moves the cloth downward, practicing this gentle act of devotion around your neck, and your clavicle, taking a tub of neosporin and gently applying it to your scratches. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes. You swallow nervously as he lies down next to you.
“Thanks.” You mumble, heart full of Bakugou, remembering the last time he’d held you, if you close your eyes you can feel his protective hand on your waist, his lips on your cheek. Shouto wraps an arm around you and folds you into his chest.
“I was thinking,” Shouto says quietly. “That this was probably our destiny anyway.” You look up at him, even in your drugged out state you’re shocked. “That you would have come to love me, the way I love you, anyway.”
“Why um,” you struggle to keep your voice even. “Why do you say that?”
“I mean,” He shrugs, “Look at you. You’re so comfortable with me, you always have been, whenever Bakugou was angry and unreasonable, you’d come to me, and I’d comfort you. And that’s part of love right, comfort.”
“I don’t,” you breathe, trying to focus on one of the stones in the fireplace, “I don’t love you.” He stiffens underneath him.
“I mean as a friend-”
“I don’t love you as a friend.” The tears burn in your eyes. “You, you could help me escape,” your voice is barely above a whisper. “And you won’t, because, because you’re afraid.” He looks down at you, face unreadable, as you continue. “You said it yourself, and if you love someone, it means you want what's best for them, right, not keeping them in a cage.”
“Do you think,” you feel him stiffen underneath you, his pulse roars in his ears as he fights the anger overtaking him, “You’re in a cage now?”
“Shou-”
“You want to see a cage?” He chuckles darkly, attempting to commute his rage to something productive. “I’ll show you a fucking cage.” He sits up a little, flexing his hands and then balling them into fists. “When we’re married,” he sees your eyes shoot open, “Yes, when we’re married, you will obey my every word. You’re going to be the perfect, sweet little wife for me. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” You whisper, eyes wide.
“Because if you don’t,” His eyes are colder than you’ve ever seen them, he’s almost unrecognizable from the man who washed your face clean so gently, “I’m going to have to punish you.” You shudder. “That’s right, kitten,” he says, having seemingly settled on a nickname for you, “And it’ll hurt, more than anything you’ve ever felt.” He feels your pulse quicken, watches fear bloom on your face. You hadn’t yet become accustomed to being helpless, having held your own against many, at the top of your hero class at university. The threat ignites a frustration, but when you reach for your quirk, there’s nothing there. You choose words as your weapon in its stead.
“You’re exactly like your father.” You say, mouth downturned “And I hate you.” There’s a pause, Shouto blinks a little, like he’d heard you wrong.
“What?”
“I said,” your lower lip trembles, you need courage so you channel Bakugou, who in his bravest, stupidest moments, was so unwavering in his self belief, “You are, exactly like your father.” He reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, so hard you gasp at the pain.
“Do you know how I know I’m not my father?” His tone is quiet and controlled, he looks you straight in the eyes and you match his intensity “Because my father would whip you for insulting me.” He sees the defiance in your eyes replaced by fear, for just a moment. “But I’m not going to do that, kitten.” He murmurs, instantly filled with regret at your trembling hands. “Because even if you’re not ready to say it, I love you.”
“O-okay.” He feels a twinge of pain in his chest, releases your jaw, confident he scared you enough so that you’ll obey.
“What were you reading?” He asks. “When ah, before you got here.”
“Just some neruda.” You mumble, and he nods.
“That’s perfect.” He takes his cell phone out, googling the poet, and starts to read. “Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance. The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.”
“What do you want?” Bakugou snarls, still holding his hand in front of Dabi. Dabi grins.
“How about, a favor.” He shrugs. “I got some friends in jail. Think you can help get ‘em out, on good behavior?”
“Kacchan.” Midoriya says coolly. “Don’t-”
“Deal.” Bakugou drops him and Dabi falls to the floor and scrambles to his feet.
“He gonna be cool?” Dabi says, straightening his jacket and gesturing to Midoriya.
“Why would he start today?” Bakugou snarls, and feels the eyes of the league on him as
He turns to his oldest friend.
“Of course you’d insult me before asking me to do this.” Midoriya mumbles. “I’ll, I’ll keep your secret, but ah,” he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I can’t help you. Not if I’m going to be number one someday.” Bakugou nods slowly. “You’re really going to do this?”
“You ever been in love?” He says, shrugging.
“No.” Midoriya confirms.
“Then I don’t expect you to understand.” He looks away. “If she’s out there, in pain, and I
leave it be when I coulda done shit, what kind of hero am I?” Deku nods, and shakes his childhood friend's hand.
“Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“Will do.” Bakugou nods and in a flash of green, he’s gone, leaving Bakugou alone in the alley as cool wind starts to blow.
Kirishima is pacing outside of Hawk’s hospital room, when his phone rings. He swipes to answer it.
“Kacchan’s gone off the deep end,” Midoriya says quickly, “Dabi, the villain Dabi, says he knows where she is so he’s working with them,” he stops, trying to catch his breath, “He just, just kicked the door down to the league hideout I-” Kirishima’s blood turns to ice.
“Where is he?”
“Still there I think,” Midoriya pants, “You can’t, He needs someone to talk sense into him, he’s not listening to me, I-”
“Drop me the pin and I’ll take care of it,” Kirishima is already thundering down the stairs, having decided the elevator was too slow, the sound of the heavy slap of his boots on the concrete sounds like a building storm in the large space.
“Kirishima, you have to help him, he’s gonna throw everything away, for that girl, and she-” Kirishima scowls, practically kicking open the emergency exit, alarms blaring behind him.
“Relax Deku,” Kirishima says, thumb over the end call button. “Drop me the pin and I’ll take care of it.” He hangs up, and a second later the location pings to his phone. He sends a text.
Kirishima: how dare you do this without me
Bakugou: what’s takin you so long to get here shitty hair
You wake after what seems to have been a long nap, still groggy, blinking in the darkness. You test your movements, your arms are tied over your head with soft rope and your ankles have been loosely restrained as well.
“You’re awake,” you hear, and Shouto comes into focus, he leans over and presses a cool kiss to your forehead. “I was a little worried we overdid it on the drugs, but it seems like you needed your sleep.” You swallow, still not quite awake enough for speech. “This’ll be your home for a while,” He gestures around the bedroom, soft green walls, dark wood bookshelves, a desk with neatly organized papers.
“It’s nice.” You whisper. “Shouto,” it’s strange, even though it’s only been a few days, actually, you’re not sure how long you’ve been here, how long you were asleep, “Could you come closer?” His breath hitches in his throat.
“Of course,” he curses himself for his stiffness, “And I could get you some new clothes, maybe something of mine, something more comfortable?” You nod, rolling a little to give him access to the zipper. “I was thinking,” he says, “If you want to get out of my fathers house quickly, after ah, after we get moved out, if we do it quickly enough, I could give you the pill.” Your mouth goes dry, you know what pill he means. “And that way, if you aren’t ready, you don’t have to be a mother. Just my wife.” You inhale slowly through your nose and then blow it out at a similar pace. He works down the zipper of your satin gown, peeling it away. It gatherers at the ropes around your ankles, and you shiver, nearly naked under his gaze.
“I dreamed about this,” He admits, unable to stop his hands from grabbing at your ass, kneading the soft skin, loving that you dont shy away from his touch, unsure if it’s the drug or that you don’t mind, he moves, tracing up your waist, flipping you on your back. He reaches for something over you, eventually climbing on top of you to get into the drawers at his bedside, and with a short fearful gasp you realize he’s holding a knife, gleaming silver in the darkness. “Don’t worry,” he slices through the front of your bra, brushing it away. “It was just for this.” He quickly disposes of it, delighting in the feeling of you squirming underneath him, he cups your breasts and squeezes, then flicks his thumbs over your nipples. “You’re not going to fight me?” He asks, and you shake your head, having surrendered to this part reality, better Shouto than his father. His mouth goes dry, instantly the idea of touching you causes the blood to rush between his legs.
“I have to prep you,” he says softly, and you nod, closing your eyes. You feel him reach between your legs working your panties down to your ankles, and onto the ropes before he comes back to you, lightly tracing your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine. You knew Shouto wasn’t a virgin, knew that he’d had less sex than he could have afforded to, now, you knew why. “Used to pretend,” he mumbles, uncharacteristically nervous, “That every girl I fucked was you.” You swallow. “But this, this’ll be better. Better than anything else, ever.” You let out a light laugh, you can’t help yourself.
“I can’t promise I have anything special.” You say, and Shouto rolls his eyes.
“As if Bakugou kept his mouth shut about how good you were in bed,” he says, and you feel a sharp pain in your chest. “Please. I had to hear about it.” He feels an anger building in it, “Every little detail,” he lands a light slap on your ass and you gasp in pain. “And you know,”
“Oh fuck,” you can’t stop the words that fall from your lips as he slips a finger inside you.
“You know what the worst part of it was,” He continues, adding a second one and curling it violently, “The worst part of it was knowing that you’d come to me later, with his shortcomings, and I’d be thinking oh, god, if only you’d let me help you out I’d take such fucking good care of you.” His voice gets darker, as he lets the angry, frustrated part of himself have the reins. “And then I’d listen to Bakugou brag about how good he was, when you’d confess to me that you wished he’d fuck you harder,” he punctuates the last word with another hard slap to your ass, pulling a mewl from your lips, “That you wished he wasn’t afraid to hurt you.” Shouto scissors his fingers inside you, marveling already at the warmth, at the softness. Through the haze of the drugs you remember, having those conversations with him, maybe once, maybe twice, and then later, having those conversations with Bakugou and him being a surprisingly good listener, which you’re sure you’d told Shouto but maybe he didn’t remember-
“Fuck,” you hiss again, as his thumb brushes your clit, sending an electric shock through your body, “Oh, oh my god.”
“Don’t worry,” He says, “Don’t worry I’ll take such good care of you, kitten,” he breathes, “Such good care, want you to cum on my fingers before we get started, c’mon,” he grunts, grinding his thumb against your nub, picking up the pace with his fingers, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with reckless abandon. “Ask for permission.” he blurts, when he feels you start to clench down, “Ask me for permission to cum.”
“Please,” you cry out, hot tears of humiliation burning in your eyes as you teeter on the edge of your pleasure, “Please Shouto-”
“Please sir.” He corrects.
“Please sir, can I cum, can I please?”
“Yes.” He says coolly, and then watches you tremble, your mouth dropping open, eyes closing, as your orgasm rips through you. He keeps fucking you with his fingers, but slowly, more gently. You’re still shaking a little when he lifts your hips up, and you hear him unzip his fly. You close your eyes tightly, and he misinterprets your reaction.
“It’s alright,” he rubs a comforting circle in your hip, “It’s alright, if it hurts, I’ll start slow, alright?” You nod, and immediately comprehend his apprehension as he eases into you. Even the head is a stretch, you’re not sure how long he is, but he’s thick, you can’t help the gasp that falls from your lips. “I told you I would take care of you.” He says, radiating smugness as he pushes deeper inside you, “I had a feeling I’d be the biggest you’d ever taken.” You whimper and nod. “And it’ll be the only cock you’re taking.” He says, groaning loudly, “But fuck, you have to relax, kitten, let me in a little,” you swallow nervously, trying, genuinely trying, but it’s hard, your mind is swimming, you’re high and it feels good but it hurts,and also how were you supposed to not compare every one of his touches to Bakugou, to your boyfriend, to the only man you’d ever loved, ever fucked?
“Can I move,” he asks, still trying to comfort you, “Are you ready?” You swallow, letting go of the last vestiges of your sanity for the moment and nod in the darkness. He rolls his hips against yours and you gasp, he’s pressing hard against your g-spot, he must have been paying attention while fingering you because he’s already at an angle that’s got your breath coming in short sharp gasps.
“Fuck,” he growls, “Fuck you’re everything, everything I fucking imagined,” he slaps your ass again, “So fucking tight,”
“Oh my god,” you breathe, almost grateful you’re restrained, able to grab onto the ropes and pull them taut, “Oh, oh my god,” you bury your face in the pillow and Shouto resists the urge to grab you by the hair and force you to look at him, but he could be patient, you’d be his in good time. For now, he was focused on being buried in the tightest, warmest, best fucking cunt he’d ever felt,
“I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard,” he says, “Fuck, wanna,” he pants, and then groans, he’s so close to his own high, he knows it’s fast but he can’t help it, “Wanna fucking breed you.” You moan loudly at his words and that’s all it takes before he gets impossibly hard inside you and collapses, cumming harder than he’d ever thought was possible, but not wanting to waste a drop, the idea of your body swollen with his child driving him to near ferality. He pants, flopping next to you, swallowing before he speaks. “I’ll, I’ll last longer next time.” He promise, “Just, just wanted to do that for so long.” You close your eyes, willing the drugs he gave you to let you float away, back to your dorm room, back to the quiet place on campus you and Bakugou used to eat lunch, back to the way you’d giggled at his childhood bedroom when you met his parents, back to the way you’d take turns, waking with nightmares and comforting the other person.
You wonder where he is, picturing him maybe asleep in his dorm room, maybe out looking for you, you hoped Kirishima or Deku was with him, hoped he wasn’t alone. You listen to Shouto’s breathing slow, and promise yourself that at least for Bakugou’s sake, you’d survive.
last years victor!bakugou x this years victor!f!reader - this is ch 3 ch 1 here
summary: if things were normal, bakugou would have taken you under his wing, have courted you before he fucked you, but even so, he’s doing his best. reader is 20, Bakugou is 21. Keigo is 27.
a/n: after winning the games in what some might consider a fluke, you have to navigate the complex political web of the capitol of panem. this is the same tone as the book(i havent seen the movies) so expect violence, romance, political intrigue, and it’s me, so a fair amount of dom!bakugou smut. bakugou falls hard for you, dub!con, sex work, mineta. dad!keigo kinda, protective!bakugou, bakugou’s smarter than he looks, if i got something about the world wrong I don’t care, also bakugou’s bigger than you, SAME tone as the books pls dont say i didn’t warn you) part one.
networks(this could be considered dc, but it’s not really traditional dc it’s like, dystopia dark lol) - @anime-central @http-404-error-unknown
Hawks paces nervously for a second before knocking on the door, hoping Bakugou’s home before you are. He opens it, clearly fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist.
“The hell do you want?” Bakugou snaps, as Keigo pushes himself inside the room and
steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Bakugou follows him, immediately understanding.
“It’s happened again.” He says very quietly. “Another riot, this one in District 11.” Bakugou clenches his jaw.
“She’s doin’ her best.”
“I know.” Keigo says. “I know she is, and I,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “I made a deal, with the kid, the one who, ah,” he gestures, and Bakugou knows he means Shouto, “That I’d get her home safe.”
“Holy shit.” Bakugou blinks.
“He knew going in that he wasn’t coming out alive.” Keigo confirms. “And he was fine with it, so long as she lived a long happy life.” Bakugou nods. “She’s in deep shit. I know President Snow paid each of ya a personal visit earlier. I uh,” he massages his temples, “I can coach her. But I need your help.”
“So I’m not the enemy anymore?” Bakugou growls.
“She’s like a daughter to me, alright, sue me if I didn’t love walking in on the two of you in bed.” Keigo says, not taking the bait, still chilled. “You know,” he swallows, thinking, “You know how I won.”
“You manipulated the force field at the edge of the games.” Bakugou confirms.
“The day I got home,” He presses his lips together, eyes watering at the memory, “I found my whole family, massacred on the floor.” Bakugou thinks of you, dancing tonight, the quiet life you dreamed of. “It was, a message. Behave. Or else.”
“She’s gettin’ pulled into shit, it’ll be hard to keep spinning it.” Bakugou warns. “Heard the rebels were chantin’ her name at the last one.” Keigo groans loudly. “Have you considered that this might be a good thing?” Keigo’s honeyed eyes darken. “Neijire thinks it is.”
“Nejire’s gonna end up like Oboro.” Keigo says wearily
“We’re all gonna end up like Oboro,” Bakugou counters. “If we’re lucky, lucky enough to die for somethin’ important instead of just dyin’.”
“This is why I don’t like you together.” He responds. “Because I don’t want her thinking she should die heroically, I want her to live.” Bakugou shrugs, agreeing to disagree for now.
“She goes home tomorrow. I’ll,” he pauses, “I’ll do whatever I can for her.”
“Why?” Keigo narrows his eyes.
“Because she didn’t deserve this.” He says, shrugging. “Neither did I, and neither did you, by the way.” There’s a pause. “There’s another verse to that song she was singin’, in the arena.” Keigo’s blood runs cold.
“I know it.” He closes his eyes, remembering the word as the other man starts to sing.
“There are no vultures in this clearing, ‘cept the ones who brought me here,” Bakugou sings, his baritone rough and rasping.
“And I'll no longer feed them,” Keigo’s clear tenor at odds with the younger man's voice, “Take me home.”
You stumble back into your room, grateful to be alone, exhausted. You flick all the lights on, as has been your custom since leaving the arena, and turn the water in the shower all the way up, plumes of steam fill the little glass box quickly. You hum a little tune, and wash every crevice of your body, finally having both the peace of mind and the alone time to inspect your body for modifications. You rub your face, and decide there’s no way your eyelashes hadn’t been altered, and your hair texture seemed different too, more full. The childhood scar you’d kept from a playground scrap, on your upper arm, was so faded now it wouldn’t be visible except under the most clinical scrutiny. You squeeze your breasts, lifting them a little, letting them fall, they seem perkier, different. You search your body for tattoos and silicone, for new scars, but give up after a while. Maybe you hadn’t known your body well enough before this to detect a real change, you think, toweling off and climbing into your bed. It’s strange, to sleep alone, like things are normal, your room and bed empty and quiet. Your last thought is of the gold coin in Mineta’s drawer, sure you’d seen it somewhere before.
You’re awoken by the team knocking on your door, and they guide you through another whirlwind of interviews, as your public persona solidifies, the ice princess, rescued from her tower, a shimmering object of desire, but an object all the same. It’s 7PM the following day, and you’re walking in a blind stupor, exhausted, surrounded by your chittering team and Keigo’s nervous flapping about, tweaking your canned question answers, passing you energy drinks as your eyelids droop. You flop hard on your bed.
“The party is at 10PM tonight,” Keigo says, “Clothes are in the closet, I’m uh,” he glances at the team then plows forward, “Not sure if you have an appointment yet,” he pauses shooing them out and closing the door, “You uh,” he winces, “How you doing with that, to be clear there’s nothing I can do but uh, you know. If there’s something I can help with I-”
“I’m not gonna get pregnant, am I?” You interrupt him, and he shakes his head.
“When they want you to, they'll take the pill out of your pill cocktail.” There’s a pause, that hits you.
“So what, I’ll just have kids, if that’s what they want?” Your voice rises in pitch. “But I’m, I’m not ready Keigo, what if they want Bakugou and I to have them?” You listen to the hum of the air conditioner as several emotions pass over your mentor's face. Keigo sits next to you on the bed and offers you a hand. You take it, your lower lip trembling.
“You wanna have some difficult conversations.” He says softly. “And we can have them when we get home, alright, but uh, what if, for now, I asked you to trust me. I’m taking care of it.” You nod slowly.
“I can do that.”
“Good.” He squeezes your hand. “Take a nap before tonight, alright?” You curl up in a ball and he frowns, tucking your blanket around you. You sleep, and operate on autopilot, by the time you reach the party you’re just smiling and nodding, not adding anything to conversation.
“Excuse me,” You hear, and feel a hand on your waist, half expecting to feel Bakugou standing there. “Don’t think we’ve met.” A tall man, without tattoos or dyed skin is standing above you. You think about it, and realize who he is as he introduces himself. “Shinsou Hitoshi.” You give him a little curtsey and he looks embarrassed.
“Don’t uh,”
“I’m supposed to,” you shrug, “Even to fellow victors.” He gives you a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Would you dance with me?” He says, and the sound is stilted, awkward. You nod and he pulls you away. “Guess you don’t belong to Bakugou after all.” He says quietly, the edge of a teasing smile on his lips.
“I just met him.” You respond. It's the truth, even though the last few days have been exhausting and emotional. He gives your hand a squeeze before twirling you away from his body then back into it.
“S’all good, I know you don’t have a choice.” You look up at him quizzically, and he squeezes your hand three times, the same way Nejire did.
“I,” you contain yourself. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Just generally.” He nods.
“Everyone can tell.” You look away, embarrassed but he just continues, “Luckily for you, it’s been endearing, and you have a few good people in your corner,” you expect him to look at Bakugou but he stares at Takami, who is taking a deep swig of his drink. When he meets your gaze he shoots you a wink.
“What do you mean?”
“Takami saved my ass a couple times,” He says, before twirling you out on the dance floor, “I cashed in a few favors so that you can sleep alone tonight.” Relief crashes over you, and it must show in your face because he chuckles. “You really are that innocent, huh, it’s not an act?” You nod. I wish it was an act. You think, wishing for the natural political calculation that seems to come easily to everyone around you.
“I’m trying my hardest.”
“That,” he pulls you into his chest, “I can see.” The song finishes and you excuse yourself, darting to the table with wine, and getting yourself a large glass of blood red liquid, trying not to wince at the unfamiliar taste.
“Dancin’ with other guys huh?” You feel Bakugou’s hand come to rest on your hips. “Got whatcha came for from me?” Despite your exhaustion, you giggle.
“He got me out of working tonight as a favor for Keigo.” You explain, turning to the blonde, who’s dressed all in black with subtle gold accents.
“Lucky you.” He says gruffly, looking over his shoulder at some of the women who are staring at him across the room. “I’m gonna miss ya.”
“Will you?” You tease, and he nods very seriously.
“You’re headin’ out tomorrow, I got a whole fuckin’ week of this shit, and I won’t have your soft body to get in bed with after.” he grumbles, taking a drink off a tray and downing it grumpily. You smile at him and his scowl deepens. “What.”
“You like me.”
“Fuck off.” He downs it.
“Every anchor made fun of me,” you giggle, “Called me a schoolgirl with a crush but you, you like me.”
“I think I said fuck off.” He snarls, but there’s no real bite to it. “Maybe I just like fuckin’ ya, thought of that?” You giggle, and the sound is bright, warming, and musical, he commits it to memory immediately, realizes he’ll do anything to hear that sound again.
“Well,” you take his hand, “Maybe I like you too. So try not to get hurt,” you glance at his neck, where his team has easily covered the electrical burns with makeup, “And I’ll see you for the tour.” Bakugou’s head is spinning, he’d thought coming into this that he’d have nothing to lose, that he’d get drunk, maybe mouth off to a few peacekeepers, oversleep through his interviews, prove that he was enough of a nuisance so that they didn’t need to invite him back to the games every year. You obviously, had thrown a real wrench into that plan. “Stay alive,” you whisper very seriously, and he nods. “Please, Bakugou.”
“I’ll be careful.” He promises. “You too, alright, I uh, I dunno if they’ll give you a phone or anything but if you wanna talk to me, you can ask Takami and they’ll say yes or no.” You nod, and he finishes his drink, you follow suit, before he sweeps you off to the dance floor. “Got a boyfriend back home who's gonna try and hit me?” He asks and you laugh uncomfortably.
“I don’t want to know what Shin’s thinking right now.” Bakugou raises his eyebrows and looks down at you.
“Shin?”
“He wasn’t my boyfriend.” You mumble. “But um, we were friends, I think, and um he’s the one I um,” you swallow, not wanting to discuss something so intimate as your virginity in public, Bakugou seems to understand.
“Whatever.” He squeezes your waist, fighting off a wave of jealousy. “If he’s your friend he’ll get it.” You nod. You dance, and afterwards between courses and polite conversation you lean over to where he’s sitting.
“If you can um, when you’re done, can I see you?” You whisper, and he looks at you for a moment before responding, trying to read your face, and he decides to make a gamble.
“I’ll be too tired to do anythin’ for ya.” He says and you shrug.
“I just want to see you,” your face is lit up by this soft glowing shyness, “I don’t need anything from you, Bakugou.” He swallows. There’s an odd ache in his chest.
“I’ll be there, then.”
After the party, you enjoy the most alone time you’ve had since winning the games, taking a long hot shower, finding your voice again, singing old songs that your mother had taught you, your heart aching to be reunited with your family. You dig through your new clothes, selecting something comfortable. You’re determined to stay up and wait for Bakugou, but you fail quickly, curling up on the bed with the lights on, drifting off to sleep on top of the blankets.
Bakugou pads softly down the hallway to your room, heart pounding in his chest. He’d showered, but he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open, and only it’s a few hours before sunrise. Still, the idea of missing an opportunity to hold you close to him seemed idiotic to the point of embarassment. He pushes your door open, and is surprised that the lights are on, and then is equally surprised to find you splayed on top of the bed, snoring softly. He flicks them off, and you stir, opening one of your eyes.
“I wanted to stay up for you,” you mumble, and he resists the urge to roll his eyes. You reach for him and he moves you, despite his exhaustion, using his free hand to pull the comforter back before scooting both your bodies underneath it. You kiss him softly as if it was second nature, an old greeting. He locks his arms around you. “How was tonight?” You ask and he shudders involuntarily.
“I like bein’ in control.” He says, tucking your head under his chin. “But sometimes, they don’t want that, and I just gotta suck it up, you know?” You nod, and when you reach under his shirt to hold him more tightly, you can feel the welts on his back.
“Oh my god,” you breathe.
“S’not so bad.” He says, his voice low and rasping in the dark, “Dontcha worry that pretty little head about me, alright? I can handle myself.” You nod, unconvinced. “C’mere,” he says, as if the two of you could be closer. He hums contentedly, your body tucked into his, and the two of you fall asleep completely entangled. This time, there’s no theatrics when Keigo comes in and finds you together. He just looks tired, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
“We’re heading out in an hour and a half,” he says through a yawn. “Just uh, get your shit together, they’re gonna have the two of you say goodbye at the train station, and film it so do whatever you need to do in private but make it big for the cameras.” Your stomach twists, something occurs to you.
“Um, Keigo,” you chirp, sitting up, Bakugou groans and hides under the blankets as Keigo flips the lights on. “Is um, is Shindou, is he going to be in danger?”
“Oh that’s the, uh, the kid who came to see you when you were leaving District 12, right?” You nod. “Uh,” he scratches his chin, “Probably not.” He says eventually. “I mean, you can’t pursue him, uh, romantically, if that’s-”
“Whatever I need to do to keep him safe I’ll do it.” You cut him off.
“Well get dressed and meet me downstairs.” He says. “We can talk about it on the train ride home. And uh, hey, asshole?” Bakugou peeks one red eye out from underneath your pillow, grunting a greeting. “Your team is freaking out about where you are, so maybe you gotta get up too huh?” He sighs, and Bakugou grumpily sits up, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
“See ya later.” he mumbles, getting fully dressed this time when he walks out of the room, ignoring Takami. Keigo sighs, focusing on you again.
“You sleep okay sweetheart?” You nod. “Good. We’ll catch up when we’re on the move.” The team comes in and helps you into tight snow white sheath dress and an emerald green wool coat. It’s hard not to notice this is the first time they’ve deviated from the virginal white, blues, and pinks, and even harder not to notice that it’s Bakugou’s signature color. You don’t say anything though, not when they paint a little darkness around your eyes, when they hand you a pair of white gloves, or when they help you into a pair of tall heels.
“Wait um,” you say when you stand, “These are tall.”
“Sorry,” Leaana says, and you think you can see genuine apology in her crystal clear eyes. “The doctor changed his mind, let us know that it didn’t matter anymore, asked us to go back to normal heels.” You blink a couple times, wondering how likely that was, or if the capitol just wanted to further cripple your ability to run.The van ride to the train station is uneventful, Keigo watches you nervously lace and unlace your fingers.
“You did great, kid.” He says, elbowing you. “Take a deep breath for me.” You obey, closing your eyes and leaning back in the seat. “You just go out there, and say goodbye to him like you didn’t just meet him two days ago.” You laugh. “Seriously, you uh, moved pretty quick there.”
“We didn’t, I mean other than the time you know, we had to,” he nods, “It’s been just the literal sleeping together.” He blinks at you, then narrows his golden eyes skeptically. “It’s true, he’s been very respectful.” Keigo shrugs.
“I’m glad, then.” He elbows you again. “You ready to have a few days off?” You nod, thinking about your last train ride, about sitting next to Shouto, watching the country flash past. Keigo follows your train of thought, it’s plain on your face. “Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it until we’re alone, alright, we can talk about his family then.” You nod, pressing your lips together. Keigo kicks himself, “Just think about Bakugou, focus on him for a few minutes, alright? You’ve done such a good job so far of keeping it together.” You force a sweet little smile, and turn to him for approval. “That’s my girl.” he says, trying to be comforting. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”
“Please, Kei,” you mumble, “Don’t be too nice or I’ll cry.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll wait until we’re on the train.” The van pulls up in front of the station and you’re blinded by a hailstorm of camera flashes, shivering in the cold, wishing you had tights, and boots instead of strappy heels and bare legs. Bakugou is waiting for you, standing with a few of his team members, his hands buried in his pockets. He closes the distance between you in a few long strides, you leap up and wrap your arms around his neck, and he catches you easily, holding your body to his.
“Hey,” he says quietly, nearly shy, before setting you back on the ground, unable to match the smile that spreads across your face. “It’s good to see ya.”
“It’s good to see you too,” you breathe, a warmth spreading over your chest. There was something deeply comforting about his very presence, you feel your heart rate slowing at his touch. He leans down, and kisses you deeply, it’s tender and gentle and just a bit too long, someone on his team coughs and he ignores them, taking another full beat before pulling away. “Please take care,” you whisper and he nods, unwinding his scarf and tying it carefully around your neck.
“You too.” He responds, glancing at the cameras, giving them a little wave, and you feel him slip something heavy into your pocket. “See ya soon,” he flashes you his performative megawatt grin, and you giggle.
“Yeah, I’ll um,” the train pulls up at the station, and it’s briefly so loud that you turn away from the noise. The wheels screech on the tracks and the breaks sing loudly. Bakugou covers your ears with his hands, tucking your head into his chest. Keigo watches carefully, and the two men make eye contact over your head. The older man gives Bakugou a tiny little shrug, and Bakugou nods his understanding. “I’ll see you soon.” You whisper. He sighs, annoyed with himself, annoyed at the soft little part of his soul that is so genuinely sorry to see you go. You pull away from him with reluctantly, holding his hand until the last possible second and hurrying to a seat where you can see him out of the window. You wave to him and the camera’s flash again. Keigo hops onto the train, into the luxurious dining car where He gives you the smallest smirk, and the train pulls away from the platform. The train itself is comfortable, decorated in muted pastels, and you’ve chosen a seat that’s more like a booth, with a table. Food appears on the table, sliding out of a compartment on the wall.
“So,” Keigo settles in across from you, and runs his fingers through his hair. He’d waited to speak until the capitol platform had completely disappeared behind you. “Full disclosure, I did think I’d be getting on this train alone.” You don’t laugh, just quirk an eyebrow a fraction of an inch. “Especially after you couldn’t even get your hands on a bow in the arena.”
“That was unfortunate.” You bite your lip. “All of it. Was unfortunate.” The whirlwind of interviews, the parties, the alcohol, Bakugou, all of it had meant you had no time to process the arena, and in the first bit of quiet, the first bits of familiarity, it all comes rushing back. “Shouto,” your lower lip wobbles, “Shouto was in love with me.”
“Yeah,” Keigo says, reaching out and putting a hand on top of yours. “Yeah, he was.” You take a deep breath, tears prick at your eyes.
“And I,” you remember “I hurt people. In the Arena, I hurt people. Other people, children.” Keigo notices the obvious euphemism.
“You didn’t have a choice.” He pushes the plate of food across the table towards you. “And you owe it to them to live. That kid,”
“Shouto.” You interrupt him.
“Right.” Keigo takes a sip of coffee. “He wanted you to live. His death is not on your hands, sweetheart. You should know, though, his family, they’re gonna be there, at the station when you get home.”
“What do I do when they look at me?” You whisper, and a little tray of pills slides out of the compartment with your lunch.
“You can’t tell them your sorry until you’re alone.” He says, eyeing the candy colored capsules. “And they may not want to be alone with you. You can’t forget that this is a celebration, it’s really, really important that you be ah,” he searches for the right word, staring at the ceiling, and out the window, but one doesn’t come so he finishes lamely, “Celebratory. Even if it’s hard. You can’t be crying, you can’t be upset, if you were a guy, if you were Bakugou then you could be gruff and withholding but you can’t do that.” You look down at your hands, the nails filed neatly, and painted a light blue. They’re soft and clean for the first time in your life, and it’s odd to have parts your own body be so foreign.
“What about kids?” You say softly, taking the pills one by one with little sips of water. Keigo looks uncomfortable.
“How much, uh how much do you know, about-”
“I know how it happens, obviously.” You snip and he flashes his palms apologetically, “I wasn’t asking about,” you massage your temples, “I was asking, can they, can they make me, um, have,”
“Yeah.” Keigo says. “Yeah, they can, if they want to. There are ways, to uh, you can lose it. If you’re not ready. I can help. With that. I know where to go to get shit like that in District 12.” You take a bite of the sandwich in front of you. “What, uh, what can I do for ya, right now?”
“Get me a drink.” You respond and he groans.
“It’s like 11AM.” He rubs his face. “You can’t get drunk till noon. That’s the rule.”
“Noon?” You raise your eyebrows. “Seems arbitrary.”
“I’m trying something out.” and you see a spark of something, maybe a long dead boyish mischievousness, “Dry mornings. I’m gonna wait till noon. You gotta wait with me.”
“I know what happened to your family.” You say and his eyes dull again. “You know it’s gonna be just you and my family in uh, in victors village.”
“Yeah.” He takes another sip of his coffee, already wishing it was whiskey.
“I’m just saying, you won’t be alone. If you don’t wanna be.” He looks at you sharply.
“And neither will you.” There’s a painful lump in his throat as he reads the earnestness in your eyes.
“Thanks, kid.”
It’s a long train ride, and the two of you make it until noon without drinking, but barely. An unmarked bottle of expensive liquor, amber and dark appears on your table. He lets you have the first sip then snatches it from you. By mid afternoon, you’re both drunk, slumped in the booth. You’ve got your head resting on the table, your arms folded in front of you.
“You really,” he slurs, leaning back in the booth. “You really just ‘slept’ with him?” You swat at him half heartedly and he bats you away.
“I did.”
“Adorable. For both of you, honestly.” He thinks about it. “You know, he doesn’t seem like your type, to me.”
“My type?” You repeat dumbly, taking another sip of the whiskey, youre on your second bottle. You feel it burn its way through your body. “Why, because you knew about me and Yo?”
“Maybe.” Keigo says absentmindedly, kicking you under the table. “Yeah, maybe, too because he’s all like,” he gestures, “Charming, and the dark hair, and suave.” You giggle. “And Bakugou’s pretty rough around the edges.”
“Can I,” you sit up, something occurs to you, “Can I have Shindou’s family live with me, and my mom and brother, in the victors village?” Keigo winces.
“Nah. They won’t let you take anyone who isn’t related.”
“Oh.”
“And uh,” he thinks about it. “Your family, you’re from the seam.” You nod. “I didn’t even really think about that.” He rubs his eyes. “‘Cause the kid, uh,”
“Shouto.” You supply.
“Yeah, he told me, about how he used to try and give you his extra lunch, when you were little.” You think about it, and can vaguely remember refusing out of some kind of pride. “But you don't have to worry about food anymore.”
“Not worrying about food anymore,” you sigh the words, “I don’t even know what that’ll mean.”
“That won’t be the hard part.” Keigo says, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “Hard part is when you’re alone,” he shivers, and taps his temple with a long finger, “Hard part is in here.”
“How did you do it?” You mumble. “How did you survive?”
“I didn’t.” He says quietly. “Not really.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Sleeping alone in the train car is hard, you’re plagued by violent, bloody nightmares and flashbacks. You remember that you can call Bakugou, and consider it briefly, but glancing at the clock and seeing the flashing 3AM, you don’t want to wake him from what might be his only few hours of rest. You’re pacing up and down the train car, listening to the engine rumble, when you see something out the window.
There are people, you think, people or dark vaguely human like shapes, in the trees. They’re far ahead of you in the darkness, gathering in front of a tunnel. There’s no snow on the ground, but the windows are cold to the touch and you see that they’re dressed warmly. You shake Keigo awake, he’s passed out on in the booth, drooling a little on the table. He blinks a couple times and you drag him to the window, pointing to the people you see gathered ahead.
“Shit,” he breathes.
“Should we, do we call the peacekeepers?” You ask, and Keigo shakes his head.
“They’ll shoot them.” He says simply and you swallow. “But ah, you know I mentioned the uh, the unrest.” You nod, getting closer to the glass. “They’re showing their support. Just by being here.”
“Support for what?” You round on your mentor. “I am not-”
“Don’t say anything.” He cuts you off. “I know you’re not doing anything, I know you’re not stepping out of line.” You nod. “You should uh, go back to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep,” there’s a note of desperation in your voice. “And they’re out there, I mean, I should, someone should be watching them. Seeing them, I mean someone should be seeing them.” An emotion you can’t place crosses his face.
“You want them to know that you see them?” He says, very quietly, and you nod, making a decision. You press your palm to the freezing glass just as the train thunders past them. They’re all only barely dressed for the weather, dirty and tired, but you see the way their jaws are set, the way their eyes are shadowed. The people start to raise their hands, matching the gesture. Keigo puts a hand on your shoulder, head throbbing as his hangover sets in. You stand there, the glass fogging up around the warmth of your fingers, until the train enters a tunnel, and plunges you into darkness.
It’s a full day later when the train finally pulls into District 12. You’re rocking on the balls of your feet, brow furrowed. You know the cameras will be there, your team has graciously taken care of your makeup and dressed you in something warm, another coat, this time light blue and and finally a pair of tapered pants and flat shoes. The crowd waiting for you claps and you nearly dive off the platform, rushing past peacekeepers and Takami, throwing your arms around your little brother, who despite being younger, is much, much taller than you. Your mother closes the hug on the other side of you, tears leaking from her eyes.
“Hi,” you choke out, and she tightens her grip on you. “Hi, hi, hi.”
“I’m so happy to see you,” she says, and your brother doesn’t speak, but there are tears in his eyes when you look up at the gangly 16 year old.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He says, and you fight the urge to sob, remembering Keigo’s warning, that this had to be a celebration.
“Hey,” Keigo taps the microphone on the platform, “Did you forget that this is a party for you?” There are a few awkward laughs from the audience and you nod quickly, climbing back up on the platform, and giving the rehearsed speech word for word, your eyes only briefly leaving your family to glance at the Todorokis, who are all in attendance. Todoroki Enji and Rei look resolute, if shaken. Natsuo looks angry, and Fuyumi’s face is clearly swollen from crying, though her eyes are dry right now. Touya is the only one who meets your gaze, looking bored. The evening is cold enough so that people pour into the few diners and pubs, and you’re about to be swept up with the crowd when Keigo takes you by the elbow. “Your family will meet you around back.” he says in your ear, and you slip away, crunching around the building in the snow. Your mothers arms are around you the instant you round the corner, and Keigo keeps a respectful distance as the three of you embrace.
“Do we uh,” you wipe your face, turning to your mentor. “Do we just go to the victors village now?” He nods.
“I’ll walk ya.” Your mother launches herself at him, taking his hand in both of hers, tears streaming down her face.
“You brought my daughter back to me.” She says. “I don’t know what you had to do, and I don’t care.” Keigo swallows. “Thank you. As long as I’m alive, you’ll have a seat at our dinner table.”
“She’s a good kid.” Keigo says, his voice thick. “C’mon.” He leads the three of you down the street, and out of the main part of town, the party continuing behind you. Snow begins to fall, gathering on the heavy evergreen boughs. The wind creeps beneath your fashionable coat and your mother and brother are even worse off, without genuinely warm layers at all. Victor's village is on the outskirts of town, surrounded by a brick wall with a wrought iron gate. “I’m your only neighbor.” He says, as if you needed reminding. There are only two houses on the culdesac with lights on, golden warmth pooling on the snow. You walk in silence up a set of stone steps, the house is fully lit up, complete with furniture.
“Do you think there’s food in there?” Your brother asks, rubbing his hands together.
“There’s going to be a little box,” you turn to him, excitedly, “And we ask it for food, and it gives it to us.”
“What?” He breathes, shocked.
“I know.” You catch something, out of the corner of your eye, a dark figure leaning against the iron gate. Keigo follows your gaze.
“I’ll give you a tour.” Keigo says with a wink to your mother, “Our houses have the same floor plan after all.”
“One moment.” You say quickly, as Keigo leads your family inside and you catch the beginnings of their exclamations about the warmth of the temperature controlled environment. You however, trace your foosteps back to the gate, opening it and stepping back onto the snowy road. “Hi, Shin.” You say softly, staring at his boots.
Shindou You is tall, taller than Bakugou, you realize, with dark hair that flops in his eyes. His head is cocked to the side, concerned, and his brown eyes are inquisitive, flicking over your form.
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