#tw. dacryphilla

[crikeygatormate]

I Will Always Return (Pt. 6)

Summary: You are the eldest daughter to the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father is a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warnings: MDNI (that should be known but especially now!) gun violence, gore, gen violence, major character death x2, animal death, angst, death of a family member(s) described ish, virgin!Reader, reader has afab anatomy, corruption kink (i think don't come at me if I'm wrong lmao), oral m & f receiving, dacryphylla if you squint, I think that's it, lmk if I left anything out this one is long af

Hello friends, this is the last part of this series. I'm sad to see it go, but it's been so fun to write. I think this is the first time i've ever finished a series lol so yay :-) But thank you guys for the support! I've loved reading everyone's thoughts, makes me smile :-)

None of y'all better come at me w/ this smut, it's not my strong suit LMAO this is like the second time I've written it so hopefully, it's not too bad idk part of me was like phew you rushed it lol also idk if I the like ending but oh well :,)

Sorry in advance for the typos :) I have the attention span of a fly when it comes to proofreading

Word count: 20.5k

The next morning you woke up late. The sun was bright, making you squint as you pushed the last remnants of sleep from your mind. For a brief moment, after realizing that you were in your room, you thought everything that had happened was just a dream, until someone knocked on your open door.

You rubbed your eyes looking over your shoulder to see Bakugou leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. He looked well rested for the first time in a long time.

“Why’d you let me sleep in so late?” you asked, stifling a yawn with the back of your hand.

Bakugou shrugged, watching you try to smooth down your messy hair. There was a touch of fondness that crossed his features as he continued to watch you move. “Thought you needed the sleep, and it’s gonna be a while till we have a break again.”

You furrowed your brows as you stood up and slipped on your boots, “thanks.” You narrowed your eyes at him, making him scoff.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” Bakugou asked, shaking his head a bit.

“Did you make plans without me? Is that why you let me sleep in?” you questioned coming to a stop in front of him.

Bakugou snorted, tilting his head down to look at your serious face, “no I didn’t, think I learned my lesson about doin’ things without you.”

You lifted a brow as a small smile grew across your features, “oh you did? I’m shocked that you’re even admitting that.” You supposed he was referring to when you made him explain his reasoning about why he was using you as bait back in Izuku’s stable.

Bakugou snorted again, and he took one hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck, making you jolt in surprise. “It’s still too early for your attitude, princess,” he said, glancing down at you with a small smile.

Your face warmed as he led you towards the stairs and slipped his hand down from the back of your neck before walking down towards the first floor. Maybe the talk you had with him last night finally tore down his walls, and all of them. He seemed more relaxed around you like he was letting you in, and this time for good.

The smile on your face grew larger as you began to follow him down the stairs where you saw the others lounging by the kitchen.

“Well look who's finally up,” Sero commented, his gaze cutting towards Bakugou who sent him a gnarly glare, and then back to you.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t realize I slept in so late,” you said sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of your shirt.

“We all slept in dumbass,” Mina said as she smacked Sero on the back of the head, making him yelp.

The mood suddenly seemed to turn rather sour at the thought of what was going to happen next. You all were about to figure out how to confront Keigo and Kaminari. Not to mention, Bakugou still needed his money to buy Keigo’s estate so he could prove that Keigo was a killer.

You took a seat next to Kirishima who was sipping some coffee he must have found back in your kitchen from an old mug. He glanced down at you as he blew on the coffee trying to cool it off.

“So how’s this gonna go down?” Sero asked, breaking the silence, “we’re down two men.”

Bakugou nodded, choosing to stay silent a few moments before his gaze cut to you. He was thinking and it looked like whatever he was thinking about was something he didn’t like. “Yeah,” he drawled, looking away from you and back to Sero. “I’m thinkin’ we may need to ask for some help.”

“Don’t you even think about it,” Kirishima suddenly said, his voice thick with anger. “Don’t be fuckin’ dumb Katsuki.”

You were almost in shock with how angry Kirishima sounded. He was practically bristling next to you. In the time you’ve known him, he’s been what you would describe a gentle giant? Obviously, you knew he wasn’t actually gentle, but he seemed to like to make sure you were okay.

“The four of us can’t go up against both of them,” Bakugou said, “and Y/n’s only actually hit a target once, and that was a bottle. We need them.”

You frowned at him, but you knew Bakugou was right. You didn’t have the experience to go headfirst into a gunfight. You sure could keep up on horseback, but shooting was something totally different.

“Well,” Mina began, “I sure as hell ain’t going with y’all if you’re gonna get them. Y/n won’t want to either.”

“I don’t want to see those assholes too,” Kirishima added, his voice low with disgust.

You glanced between everyone, utterly lost and confused. “Who are we talking about?”

“Shigaraki and Dabi,” Kirishima answered, holding his heated gaze with Bakugou, “I mentioned them to you before, those two are trouble. Got no respect, and are the biggest snakes I’ve ever met.”

“But we need them,” Bakugou argued, growing frustrated, “they fight dirty, and we all know Keigo and Kaminari do too. They’re just bodies at the end of the day, and they don’t seem to care as long as they get paid.”

“I ain’t goin’ then,” Mina hissed, narrowing her eyes.

You frowned, was Bakugou truly that desperate to get help from people he has no respect for? This plan so far seemed to be emotionally charged again, like the last one he made. Even though your plan had gone badly, only one person had gotten hurt. If everyone had shown up that day, who knows what would have happened.

“Don’t you still need money?” you asked, “why would you want to hire people then?”

Bakugou clenched his jaw, probably frustrated that you were right again. “I do need money-”

“Then it seems smart to get your money first, no?” you questioned, “In case you forgot, I still have a bounty on my head.”

“I’m not fuckin’ turnin’ you in again,” Bakugou said quickly, “that’s not an option. If you’re gonna come up with a plan, then think of somethin’ else.”

Kirishima let out an amused huff from next to you as he took another sip of his coffee.

“Why not?” Sero asked, “it’s easy, Y/n can turn herself in, we know Keigo isn’t there this time. Sounds good to me.”

“I said no,” Bakugou snapped as he narrowed his eyes.

Sero held up his hands, fighting off a smile.

You glanced down at the floor, lost in thought as you tried to think of something better than turning yourself in. Honestly, there didn’t seem to be any other option. You could go talk to your sister and mother? Shindo had three grand, surely, he owns one the largest cattle ranches in your town.

Although, they probably all believed the post about you. There was a good chance they didn’t, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught. You sighed, running your forefinger along the grain of the wood floor, wincing when a small piece would bend up and splinter your finger.

You hated these floors. They were so uselessly expensive. The money that your father poured into this house was laughable, and now it belonged to no one. Taken back by the bank and it would probably be used to build a couple more houses down the line.

It was hard to imagine that you were here just a little less than a month ago getting ready for that stupid ball to be married off to Monoma.

Then you froze. Monoma. Neito Monoma who was the son of Vlad Monoma, one of the wealthiest men in the city down south. “I have an idea,” you began, still loosely forming it in your mind, “what if we go get your money from Monoma?”

“That blonde asshole?” Bakugou asked, rubbing the side off his face in frustration.

You nodded, “yeah, him. His family is so rich, they wouldn’t even notice three grand was missin’.”

“That’s right, you brought that up the first night you were with us,” Kirishima said while setting down his empty mug. “That might work.”

“What about Keigo and Kaminari? We can’t let that trail get cold. The tracks might be gone from the rain last night, and if another storm comes through we’ll never find them,” Bakugou said.

“Then we gotta split up,” Sero said, “some of us track Keigo and Kaminari, the others go down south to get the money.”

Bakugou looked conflicted, his gaze was bouncing between the entire group before landing on you. He knew your plan was good, and he really did need that money. Without it he was just chasing a ghost. “Alright, then where's everyone goin’?”

“You’re our best tracker, Katsuki,” Kirishima said, “you should follow Keigo and Kaminari’s trail. Sero can go with you, he’s the quietest out of all of us too.”

“So that leaves us three to go down south,” Mina said, “that’s good that Y/n is with us, she’ll help us blend in, and she knows more about the Monoma’s than any of us.”

You shared a glance with Bakugou who nodded, he looked upset, but there was nothing he could do. This was the best plan moving forward.

“How long do you think it’ll take to get that money?” Bakugou asked, his voice was almost solemn.

You shrugged, “depends. The city always holds a huge rodeo around the middle of summer, should be in a few days I’d bet. So no longer than a couple of days at most.”

“Fine,” Bakugou concluded, “make a plan then.”

—-------

You spent the rest of the day creating a plan. You had three days to execute it.

You knew that the Monoma’s always donated a large sum of money towards the summer rodeo. It helped promote their business and reminded everyone who ran the city. You planned that Kirishima, Mina, and you would sneak into the rodeo and steal the prize money. Although you didn’t know where the prize money would be held, you knew a certain blonde would, and he most certainly would be there.

Once you had the money, you’d ride back to Kirishima and Bakugou’s hometown where Kirishima would buy Keigo’s estate. Then you’d wait for Bakugou and Sero to meet you back at Keigo’s estate.

From there four of you would ride out and lure Kaminari and Keigo back to the estate where Baukugou and Kirishima will finally prove that Keigo was the one who had killed their families.

It wasn’t a very fleshed-out plan, and you knew it could fall through at any moment, but it was the only one you had. So it had to work, you would make it work.

The rest of the morning you packed for the trip. You had to find outfits that made Kirishima and Mina fit in with normal citizens and cover their identities. Thankfully, not everything had been taken from your house and you were able to find Mina and you some day dresses that would help you both blend in. Kirishima however, there was no way you could find any clothes that would fit him besides an old cowboy hat and an oversized jean jacket.

You frowned, holding up the pale pink dress you found in your sister’s room, it was dotted with little flowers and spots. It looked like it could fit Mina, well you hoped it would cause there wasn’t another dress except for the one you found for yourself.

“That’s fuckin’ ugly,” Bakugou’s gruff voice filled the room.

You turned around to see him walking towards you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He came to a stop next to you, eyeing the small bag you had stuffed with clothes. “It was my sisters,” you answered, “and it always looked good on her.”

“Whatever, it’s still ugly,” Bakugou said as pulled his hands out of his pockets and sat down next to you.

You snorted, as you went to put the dress in your bag, but he was already pulling out the dress you had just put in there. “Hey, I just folded that.”

Bakugou snorted, yanking the pale yellow dress out. “You wearin’ this one?”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm as he hummed. “Why ya askin’?”

Bakugou shrugged as he put the dress back in your bag before leaning back on his hands. “I like yellow.”

Your eyes widened and your face immediately felt like it was on fire as you put the pink dress in and tied the bag shut.

Bakugou’s gaze slid over to you and you noticed that his cheeks were dusted with pink. He was embarrassed too.

The air between you both seemed to shift a bit as you fiddled with the string on your bag. You sighed, finally looking back at him to see he was still watching you. “Katsuki, you’re gonna be okay aren’t you?” you asked as you sat back on your heels.

Bakugou tilted his head, “course I am, I’ll be fuckin’ fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”

You gave him a crooked smile, “I’ll be okay, Monoma’s about as dangerous as a fly. I mean you saw how he was.”

Bakugou smirked, “yeah, I know. I just,” he trailed off, turning his gaze away from you and to the window. He squinted, obviously not able to find his words.

“What?” you asked, leaning in closer to him.

“I dunno,” he sighed, now looking back at you. He sighed heavily again, “you’re gonna come back to me right?”

You froze, unsure if you heard him right. After last night, you knew how he felt about you now, but his words now held a heavy weight to them. It was something you weren’t expecting to hear, and while it was almost frightening to hear him ask you that question, you were relieved that he did at the same time.

After a beat, you answered, “I’ll always come back to you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou nodded, looking like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He then stood up, knowing that it was time to go, and he stuck out his hand for you to grab.

You slipped your hand into his, trying to calm your racing heart as he pulled you up and to your surprise tugged you into his embrace. Slowly you felt him wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight as he placed his chin on the top of your head.

“Stay close to Eijirou,” Bakugou said quietly.

“I will,” you replied, pressing your cheek against his chest. He was always so warm, and you loved how safe you felt with Bakugou.

After a few more moments, Bakugou pulled away from you, letting his arms slip down from your sides. You moved away too, already missing being so close to him. It was weird how easy it was to be close to him. You had never imagined that you would willing let a man into your bubble, your space, and now you wanted Bakugou to be in yours constantly.

“Better get goin’,” Bakugou said, his deep voice laced with sorrow.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you replied, giving him a melancholy smile. But you would see him in a few days, you promised that You grabbed your bag and followed Bakugou down the stairs and out of the house to see that everyone else was already ready to go.

Mina snickered at you as she glanced between you and Bakugou with a knowing smile. “Don’t have all day, Kats.”

“Shut your trap, raccoon eyes,” Bakugou snapped as he got up on his horse. “You three better not do anything stupid, we’re countin’ on y’all.”

“Nothing to worry about, Katsuki,” Kirishima answered with an open grin. “It’ll be fun, I’ve never been to a rodeo.”

“Eijirou, you better not mess this up,” Bakugou warned, and then he scoffed, shaking his head as he turned his horse around, “just get out of here, gettin’ on my nerves.”

Kirishima laughed and tapped his horse's flanks with his boots, urging his horse into a slow trot.

You got up on your horse and you adjusted your bag on your back as you shared one last smile with Bakugou before following Kirishima down into town and towards the city. You reckoned that the three of you would reach the city by sunset, giving you time to scope out the area and plan for the rodeo tomorrow.

Hopefully, everything will work out in the end. You sighed, glancing back over your shoulder to see that Bakugou was already watching you. It seemed you were always leaving him when things were starting to get better between the two of you. You smiled to yourself and turned back around only to see that Mina was practically right in front of your face.

“You know,” she began, “I always knew he’d go after ya. Never once saw Bakugou gawk at a woman until you came into camp that night.”

Your face warmed, “oh, I don’t know. He seemed pretty fed up with me, and honestly, I was too.”

“Yeah, but that man has never once shown interest in anyone, and I really mean that, until you came along,” Mina explained with a laugh. “Probably is a shit lover, he knows nothin’ about nothin’”

Your eyes widened in shock as Kirishima glanced at you over his shoulder snickering at Mina’s comment. “I,” your voice caught, “nothin’ like that happened at all. I mean, he kissed me and then ran away-”

“He ran away?” Kirishima hooted, “are you kiddin’?”

You shook your head feeling extremely embarrassed that they were talking about your barely budding relationship with Bakugou.

“Knew somethin’ was up with him that week, I told you!” Mina shouted at Kirishima, “I made a bet with Sero too, damn, wish he was here so I could get my money.” She then turned to you, “no wonder you were so sad, poor thing.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, wincing a bit, “ah you know, it’s not really that interesting to talk about-”

“Oh I think so,” Mina interrupted with a heavy nod, “I’m sure Eijirou thinks so too, right?”

Kirishima nodded, slowing his horse down so he could ride on the other side of you, “course I do, he must be pretty serious about ya, Y/n, I reckon.”

You gulped, the sun beating down on your back felt like it was a thousand degrees and you wiped your forehead with the back of your sleeve. Why were you so nervous? You figured everyone already had an idea about you and Bakugou, he was subtle but it wasn’t that hard to figure out you both liked each other.

“You gotta tell us all about your time in the mountains, it’ll help kill the time anyway,” Mina said as she slipped her boots out of her stirrups to stretch her legs.

“It’s not very interesting,” you paused, glancing at their eager faces. It made you wonder briefly why they were so interested in Bakugou’s love life. Was it really so much of a spectacle? If it was, it did make you feel a small twinge of pride.

“Well go on, we wanna hear it anyway,” Kirishima said with a wide grin.

So you began talking, explaining what it was like to travel with Bakugou. How he tended to your wound on the first night, and how he got breakfast for you both the next morning. Then you went on to explain how you left him during the fight with the military so he could escape, and how you came back to him asking to join his group. You explained how you also helped him with his wound and then Mina stopped you.

“He let you do that? She asked.

You nodded, “well he didn’t have any other choice, he had a fever.”

She hummed, sharing a glance with Kirishima before telling you to continue.

So you did, you went on explaining your fight with Keigo and how you hit your head, and Tokoyami. You begrudgingly told them how you slept on him by accident and how he started acting weird around you. However, you did not tell them about seeing him naked by the river. Something told you that they’d never let him or you live that down.

“-and then we rode down the mountain,” you explained wrapping up your story, “he then dropped me off at Izuku’s and y’all know the rest.”

Kirishima shook his head, chucking, “Katsuki, poor guy, maybe Sero will give ‘em some pointers, yeah? Sounds like he’s gonna need em’ soon.”

Mina snorted, “I hope so, it’s more like poor Y/n,” she shook her head, spurring her horse forward and past yours.

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what they were referring to.

—-----------

By the time you got to the city, it was beginning to grow dark. The sunset was a dark orange streaked with brilliant shades of red that reminded you of a pair of eyes you were already missing. It was sort of strange to feel so strongly about someone that you’ve only known for about a month, but you considered that you must be lucky to even feel so strongly about someone.

Once you passed the entrance of the city you were shocked to see how busy it was around this time of night. A massive train rumbled to a stop at the edge of the city and a large group of people got off, crowding the already busy streets.

Around you there were plenty of buildings, a good deal of them were bars and brothels. In fact, a gunshot caught your attention and you watched as a man came tumbling out of the bar, obviously, he was on the losing side of a bar fight.

“We better find somewhere to stay,” Kirishima said from next to you, “you think we could stay somewhere without getting noticed?”

You furrowed your brows, moving your horse around a couple of drunk men stumbling into the street, scuffing up dirt with their boots, “I’m not sure. You two are pretty well known-”

You paused answering your own question as you passed the sheriff’s office. It was probably the largest one you’ve ever seen and there right on the front of the door were six wanted posters that had your faces and bounties plastered on them. You sighed, “probably not.”

“Damn, where are we gonna stay then?” Kirishima asked, glancing around as the people around you became rowdier.

“Outside of town, just a little bit away?” you offered, not feeling confident in your answer.

“I say we just try to stay somewhere here,” Mina countered, “look how drunk everyone is, and it’s barely nightfall. I’m sure we can sneak on by.”

You shrugged, looking around for an inn, there was plenty to choose from. You ended up spotting one near the edge of town, and it looked to be rather empty despite its large size. Just like all of the other buildings by it, it was made of light wood and was two stories tall. It was clear that there was a lot of money in the city.

The three of you stopped your horses and tied them to the post out front before coming to a stop by the front door.

“I hope this works,” Kirishima said as he nudged a flower pot full of daisies with his boot. “Maybe an old lady lives here and won’t be able to recognize us.”

“We can hope,” you said with a meek smile as you opened the door. The inside of the inn was cozy. It was decorated with plenty of pink and there were at least a dozen candles lit around the main area. “Hello?” you called out.

There was a shuffle off to your left paired with a grumble, then out of the shadows a woman appeared. She was short with chin-length brown hair. It seemed that you caught her off guard since her cheeks were bright pink when she stopped in front of you.

“”M sorry, I didn't hear y’all come in,” she said with a small chuckle, eyeing the three of you briefly.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a smile, “do you have three rooms open?”

“I do!” she said quickly, rushing over to her tea table to grab some parchment paper and a feathered pen, “got three right upstairs.”

“Great, we’ll take them for one night,” you told her, hoping to keep her attention off Kirishima who was probably the most recognizable one out of your group. There weren’t many men who were so tall that sported bright red hair past their shoulders.

“Wonderful,” she answered, “just let me know your names and then I’ll give you your total,” she began, her pink gaze cutting towards Kirishima again.

“You can just put us under Midoriya,” Mina quickly said.

“Alright,” the innkeeper answered, slowly writing down the name on her paper. She glanced towards the three of you again and to your utter shock, she yanked out a pistol from beneath her table.

“Whoa!” Kirishima said, holding his hands up as the inn keep pointed the pistol right at his chest, “the hell are you doin’ lady?”

“I know who you are,” she hissed, walking out from behind the desk to herd Kirishima towards the door, “you’re that outlaw, the one who runs with Bakugou. ‘M not stupid.”

“Okay, fine,” Kirishima answered, dropping his act. It took him all but two seconds to yank the pistol out of the inn keeps hand and stuff it into his waistband, “you caught us, but we’re stayin’ either way. You can either forget this all happened or Mina here will tie you till mornin’.”

The innkeeper glanced at you and Mina, looking scared now, “I guess I can let you stay, but I’m goin’ to the sheriff if you lot aren’t out of here by dawn.”

“Done,” Kirishima said as he gave her a wry smile.

You let your shoulders relax as the three of you made your way past the innkeeper and up the stairs. It was sort of a miracle that she didn’t end up running to the sheriff’s office anyway. Then you really would have been in a tough place.

“That was close,” Mina said, voicing your thoughts.

“It was,” Kirishima added, “we’ll leave at dawn. You think we can find Monoma so early?” he asked you.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, thinking. It would be hard, the rodeo really didn’t start till later in the day so you had plenty of time to kill. “We’ll probably have to wait it out a little bit, till the rodeo is set to start.”

“Fine by me,” Kirishima said as he stopped outside his door, “I’ll see y’all in the morning.”

You nodded, walking to your own room and shutting the door behind you. As you got into bed for the night, you looked towards the yellow dress you had set out for tomorrow. It made you briefly wonder how Bakugou and Sero were doing. Have they found Keigo and Kaminari yet? If so, you hoped they stayed safe.

—----

The next morning you were up before dawn, getting ready for the day as you exchanged your riding clothes for a pretty summer dress. You sort of hated the dress you had on, always have, but after Bakugou told you he liked yellow, it didn’t seem so bad anymore.

A short moment later you met Kirishima and Mina down in the front entryway, where the innkeeper was already waiting. She had her hands on her hips, looking rather tired as she kept her eyes trained on Kirishima.

“Sorry for troubling you,” you said quickly to the innkeeper as you passed her, offering a smile as she scoffed.

“Just don’t stop by again, can’t be interacting with the likes of y’all,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.

Kirishima snorted, “don’t worry we won’t ever be back.”

“Good, now get goin’,” she said as she turned on her heel and headed back into what you presumed was the kitchen.

The three of you quickly left the inn and made your way towards the main part of downtown. Even though it was early in the morning there were already people beginning to set up little stands for the rodeo later in the day.

You could see where they had a small cakewalk as well as a booth where a local farmer was selling his honey. At the thought of that your tummy rumbled, it’s been a while since you have last eaten, and there were so many baked goods in sight.

“We can’t stop,” Kirishima’s voice cut into your thoughts.

You sighed heavily and nodded, you were here to get the money that was all. It would have been nice to come to the rodeo under different circumstances. However, if things had gone like your father planned so long ago you would have been here and married to Monona. The thought of that made you lose your appetite.

You continued to move forward trying to focus on spotting Monoma or Vlad in the morning crowd. Now that the sun was rising, more and more people started to show up, making it rather crowded, which made it hard to maneuver your horse through the swarm of people.

“We should get off, we’re drawin’ too much attention,” Mina said as a small child reached up to pet her bay horse.

“Yeah, where do we put ‘em though?” you asked, looking around. There were plenty of places to tie a horse off to, but none were good enough, safe enough. If you needed to get away quickly you would have to have the horses close by.

“Can we tie them by the rodeo?” Kirishima asked, ducking his head down as he flipped the collar of his jean jacket up. He was starting to get some attention from a few people walking by.

“That’ll have to do then,” you concluded as you led them towards the outdoor arena where the rodeo was bein’ held. “We’ll stick there for the rest of the day too, till the rodeo starts. Make sure we can see them set everything up.”

“Good plan, I always knew you were smart,” Mina said with a chuckle as she followed behind you.

—----------

The day dragged on slowly, so slowly that you were sure that this day would last forever. At least around noon, some people started to set up the fencing around the arena, and that’s when you caught sight of your former suitor.

Just like on the night you saw him he was dressed all up in white. White hat, white chaps, white shirt. He looked rather ridiculous as you watched him practice his roping on a horse that was probably worth more than your whole house.

After a few painful minutes of watching Monoma poorly ride, he got off and made his way towards Vlad and the mayor of the town. The mayor was a small man, he looked rather young despite his white hair. The mayor actually looked rather mousy to you, but that didn’t matter.

All you cared about was the money that was being exchanged between Vlad and the mayor. Your eyes narrowed, it seemed that Vlad has a pattern for working with political figures.

The three men talked briefly before going their separate ways. That’s when you spotted that Monoama had the envelope of money in his hands.

“Look,” you pointed out, keeping your voice low, “looks like Monoma has the prize money.”

“Well let’s go get it,” Kirishima said as he stood up, but you yanked him back down shaking your head.

“Not yet, we need him to be alone, I don’t know much about these people, but I know they’re dangerous. Practically run this city if they’ve got the mayor in their pocket,” you explained. “Let's wait for him after he shows his horse, then we’ll get him on the way back.”

Both Kirishima and Mina nodded, agreeing with your plan. The three of you made your way to the stables, keeping out of sight until the rodeo started. To be honest, the rodeo was probably the grandest thing you’ve ever seen. Never in your life have you seen so many horses, cows, and cowboys all under one roof.

Which also made keeping hidden a little more dangerous. But you didn’t have to wait for much longer, not when you saw Monoma get on his horse a few feet down from you. It was his turn to ride and a few cowboys close by snickered at him when his horse spooked from the gunshot signaling him to start his run.

Then he was off, barely holding onto the horn of the saddle.

“Okay, Kirishima, you get his horse and lead him back here when he finishes his run,” you quickly explained, hearing the crowd cheer from outside.

“Mina and I will tie ‘em up and then we’ll get the prize money. Let’s hope he kept it on him,” you said, feeling your heart rate pick up. This was the first time you have ever planned something so important, granted, you’ve never been an outlaw before, but it was still nerve-wracking.

However, you were pleasantly surprised that Kirishima and Mina were so intent on listening to you. They never turned their nose up to your ideas and instead followed through. Maybe you were more a part of this group than you thought.

“Here he comes,” Kirishima said, standing up as he placed his hat on his head to help cover his face.

You held your breath as Kirishima promptly got up and weaved his way through the crowd of cowboys. He was easily a head taller than everyone in the room, but thankfully it seemed everyone was preoccupied with the next rider entering the arena.

Kirishima came to a stop next to Monoma’s horse and grabbed the reins by the bit, and began leading Monoma back to you and Mina.

“And who are you?” Monoma’s shrill voice echoed through the holding stalls, “where are you taking me?”

“Back to where you came from,” Kirishima said lowly as he moved Monoma through the crowd and back to you and Mina.

“My stall is back that way,” Monoma snapped, pointing back towards the stalls opposite to you.

Kirishima shrugged, “it moved, you’re over here now.”

You let out a breath as Monoma came to a stop in front of you and it was then you realized that he had his boots tied to the stirrups with some twine. It was almost comical to see how bad of rider Monoma was. You probably didn’t even need to tie him up anymore, he was practically stuck in the saddle until someone cut him out.

“Hold on, I know you,” Monoma said, his gaze dancing between Kirihisma and Mina. Then his eyes landed on you. “You! That girl, that bitch,” he snarled.

“Now that’s not very nice,” Kirishima drawled as he promptly yanked Monoma from the saddle by the back of his shirt, making the blond yelp as he fell to the floor. One of his boots was still stuck in his stirrup.

Monoma was starting to panic. He was flat on his back with a foot stuck in his stirrup and his horse was starting to grow antsy. “The hell do you want?” he said, his voice wavering as he locked eyes with Kirishima. It was hard to forget the guy who had a pistol in his face not too long ago.

“Wanna know where that money is,” you said, looking around briefly to make sure no one was watching what was happening.

“Money?” Monoma said, shaking his head, “I don’t know where any money is.”

“We think you do, saw you take a big wad of cash from your daddy, right?” Mina leered as he placed her boot on his chest, “better speak up or Kirishima will swat your horse and make ‘em run back into the arena, don’t think that’d feel too good, huh?”

Monoma gulped as he looked up at his boot again. Being dragged by his horse was not ideal. “You’ll let me go if I tell you?”

“Of course,” Kirishima said with an empty smile.

Monoma nodded, “okay alright, I got it on me, the old man gave it to me so I could prove myself,” he muttered as he pulled out a wad of cash stuffed into some parchment paper, “it’s three grand. Is that enough, I don’t have anything else,” he said, his voice was heavy with fear.

Kirishima took the money from Monoma and stuffed it into his back pocket, “that’s perfect.” He glanced at you and Mina, flicking his head towards the back of the holding pens where y’all had your horses tied.

“Okay now let me go,” Monoma said, his gaze jumping between the three of you.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kirishima chuckled darkly as he smacked Monoma’s horse on its back, making it squeal as it took off down the gravel, dragging Monoma along with him.

Monoma’s screams gathered everyone’s attention and before you knew it, multiple guys were racing past you to Monoma who was now outside, screaming and shouting about how three outlaws were in the barn.

That was your cue to leave.

In a hurried rush, you ran back to your horse and pulled yourself up into the saddle before kicking him into a gallop.

“Gotta ride fast we’ve got company,” Kirishima shouted over the wind as he weaved in front of you.

You glanced behind you to see some of the cowboys you saw in the barn earlier hot on your tail. They had their ropes out, probably hoping to nab one of y’all, but it was clear they weren’t going to catch up.

You smiled, glancing back over your shoulder again to see that they had slowed down to a stop just as you and the others passed through the far end of the city and back into the open land.

Mina laughed from next to you as she held her cowboy hat so it wouldn’t fly off in the wind. “Those suckers never knew what hit ‘em! Your plan worked Y/n!”

Pride filled your chest as you looked out towards the dark prairie. Your plan did work. No one had gotten hurt, aside from Monoma, but that didn’t matter. You were proud of yourself. It felt like you had finally proved yourself to the others, not that they were ever asking for it, but you felt like it needed to happen.

The horses tore across the plains, kicking up dirt and grass in their wake as you followed Kirishima to his hometown. Your feelings of euphoric adrenaline only seemed to grow as you raced next to Kirishima and Mina.

There’s no better feeling in the world than sitting on top of a horse and letting him run to his heart's content. The night around you blurred as Kirishima let out a yip and right now you felt like you were on top of the world.

After a good while of running, you slowed to a walk, catching your breath as Kirishima led you towards a more barren part of the plains. The dirt started to turn more to dusty sand and a few mesquite trees started to appear around you.

“There’s not much out here,” Mina commented as she squinted into the distance.

Kirishima nodded, “it’s pretty empty, not a lot of people can live out here. It gets better once we get closer to town. There’s a huge lake by our town and an equally large forest. It’s nice there, but here,” he paused, “a lot of people didn’t make it to our town trying to get past these wastelands.”

And they were wastelands. You shivered as you passed the skull of what looked like a bull or a buffalo. It was sun-bleached and was probably home to a smaller animal now.

You rode through the night until dawn. By then you were exhausted and starving, and the sight of the small run-down town up ahead gave you a little more hope to push through. As you got closer to the town, feral dogs raced by you snapping at your horse's legs while you shooed them off.

Some small children dressed in rags, peeked out from behind broken windows as they watched you pass. It seemed like they knew who Kirishima was as a look of awe crossed their features.

The town itself was poorly built, and extremely small. The wood was aged, and splintering from years of being cooked in the hot sun. There were a few markets that had only a few items to offer. Then there was the sheriff’s office, it was just as small and likely didn’t even have a jail cell.

Kirishima stopped his horse, “wait out here, I’ll be back, you two can get us some breakfast. If Koda’s around he’ll give us some biscuits.”

You stayed silent, following Mina towards a small stand where a bald man around your age was whittling a bear out of some wood with a pocket knife.

Upon seeing Mina he set down his knife and gave her a big smile and then his gaze turned to you, he tilted his head, looking confused.

“Oh that’s Y/n, she rides with us now,” Mina explained as she pulled out a few crinkled bills and got off her horse, “you got any of those biscuits?”

Koda nodded, removing his gaze from you as he reached down to grab a small burlap sack and handed it to Mina.

“You’re a doll,” she said as she gave him the money, “we’ll see ya around, kay?”

Koda nodded and returned to whittling his bear, seeming rather happy that he had made a sale.

“Koda’s mute,” Mina explained as you followed her back to the sheriff’s office. “Bakugou says the whole time he’s known him, he’s never talked. No one knows why, but he’s as sweet as they come. Plus, his ma’s a pretty good baker, these biscuits are gold,” she said as she dug her hand into the bag and tossed you one.

You just barely caught it, fumbling the pastry for a moment before you held it steady. It did look good, probably the best biscuit you’ve ever seen, nice and flaky and baked to perfection. While you waited for Kirishima, both you and Mina had a couple of biscuits each, chatting about nothing to pass the time.

Soon Kirishima came back out, waving goodbye to the sheriff who only stuck his hand out of the door to wave goodbye. He got back on his horse, sighing as Mina handed him a biscuit, “got it done.”

As you rode towards Keigo’s estate you were beginning to wonder how in the world Kirishima was able to talk to the sheriff of this town? He was a well known outlaw, so it would make sense that he’d get arrested even if he did grow up here.

“Why did that sheriff let you go, and give you the keys to Keigo’s estate?” you asked, riding up next to Kirishima.

Kirishima lifted a brow as he took a bite of his biscuit, “well,” he began, harshly swallowing his bite, “we give a lot of our money back to this town, the people here need it.” He shrugged, “so the sheriff lets us walk free. Tamaki is a good guy too, despite bein’ a recluse, but he’s good. He knows deep down we’re good too.”

“Well mostly,” Mina added with a small laugh.

Kirishima nodded, looking a little amused, “but he’s always suspected something was wrong with Keigo and all the deaths that surrounded him, so he’s been on board with us catchin’ Keigo. Not like Tamaki was gonna go out after the bastard with guns blazin’.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” you said. You were still a little confused on how they got so lucky avoiding the law with both Izuku and Tamaki, but you supposed that’s probably why they have never gotten caught.

You furrowed your brows, falling back into your thoughts as you continued your ride to Keigo’s estate. The ride there was more than depressing. There were plenty of small shacks and shanties on the road to Keigo’s house, and most of them were abandoned. It made you wonder more about Bakugou’s and Kirishima’s lives when they lived here as kids. It must have been tough, and that made you sad.

Maybe the outlaws you were with weren’t as black and white as you had once thought. After getting to know them better, you’d describe them as gray. They did bad things, but they would do good things in return, like give money back to a poor town that needed money desperately.

Your horse stopped, pulling you out of your thoughts as you looked up. In front of you was a large house, much larger than the one you grew up in. It was painted white with huge double doors and at least twenty windows just on the front of the house.

The house could have been beautiful once in the past, but now it looked worn down and tired. The landscaping in the front was all dead and the weeds had taken over completely, weaving up the wood and past the peeling paint.

To the right of the estate were two smaller houses, obviously hand built, but quaint. Well loved when they were lived in. You assumed these houses belonged to Bakugou’s and Kirishima’s families.

“Kinda spooky,” Mina commented, looking at the many windows that adorned Keigo’s estate.

You nodded in agreement, while Bakugou’s and Kirishima’s houses had a sense of sadness around them, Keigo's house seemed to be full of anger. It made your stomach flip with unease as you looked into one of the dark windows.

“We better start lookin’ for evidence, I know damn well it’s in there,” Kirishima said as he dismounted his horse and tied him to the railing of the stairs leading up to the front door.

You got off two, tying your horse next to Kirishima as you followed him up the stairs. Mina was close behind, muttering under her breath about how she didn’t like the house.

Kirishima pulled out a singular key, it was rusted and barely fit into the keyhole. After a few moments of struggling, he finally got the door open. The hinges creaked in protest as he pulled the double doors wide open.

You wrinkled your nose as the scent of mildew and dust practically slapped you in the face. It was more than obvious that it had been years since anyone has been inside of the house. Still feeling uneasy you followed Kirishima in and then you split up.

Not that you wanted to split up, you felt extremely uneasy being inside of Keigo’s childhood home. You could almost feel the anguish and darkness this house held in its bones as you climbed up the steps.

After some snooping, you came across Keigo’s room. The door was already ajar, and with bated breath you kicked the door open, expecting Keigo to leap out at you, but it was empty.

The room was painted a deep red there was a large bed in the middle of the room. It was broken though, the bedframe the mattress was sitting on was cracked in half, pushing into the wall, leaving a sizable hole in its place.

There were plenty of cobwebs too, many of them hanging from the ceiling and the shelves that held some knick-knacks and toys. You were so caught up in the utter chilling features of Keigo’s room that you missed a large chest in front of you.

You let out a yelp as your shins collided with the wooden chest making you double over. You caught yourself before you face planted into the plush rug that was probably teeming with bugs. With a sigh, you stood back up examining the chest.

It wasn’t covered in much dust, not nearly as much as everything was. Which was odd. Why did this chest not have as much dust on it? You frowned, did that mean Keigo had been back here, did he pull this chest out hoping Bakugou or someone would find it?

There was only one way to find out, and that was to open it. So you did, the chest opened with a groan, and inside was a single journal, bound in black leather.

With a shaky hand, you reached inside and opened it. It belonged to Keigo. It was filled with little notes and some drawings. The pages were stiff and discolored, a few had questionable dark stains on them, you didn’t think about it too much.

You frowned, as you continued to flip through the beginning pages. It was clear that Keigo was a troubled child. Someone who hated his father immensely, and to be honest it sounded like you.

The way that younger Keigo wished he could escape from his home and live with someone else, someone he loved was disheartening. You continued to read that he wished his father would listen to him, how he wanted to go outside and play with the kids in town, but he was stuck inside learning all day.

Which as an adult you were thankful you were given an education, but your mother always made sure you could play, and if she didn’t you made sure you could.

Keigo’s entries got more desperate as he explains how he would watch the hawks outside, swoop and dive in the sky and how he dreamed about being like them so he could fly away from home. There were a few scribbled drawings of some birds on the bottom corners of the page with a hand reaching towards them.

You almost felt sorry for him, no, you did feel sorry for him. His younger life seemed so confining and suffocating. As you read on, something changed. He had written about Bakugou and Kirishima.

At first, he writes wonderful things about them, praising them for being his friends, and for showing him what it was like to be outside, but slowly they turned bitter. He writes how his father favored Bakugou and Kirishima over him.

Your eyes widened as you read about how Keigo tried to get Bakugou and Kirishima in trouble after that so his father would hate them. He killed Kirishima’s dog, poisoned the cows. But nothing worked.

Even though he hated his father he vied for his attention, craved it. The jealousy continued to grow all the way up till Keigo was eighteen. A man now, but his hatred for Bakugou and Kirishima was so intense that he wanted them to rot, to pay for how they took his father away from him, how they were the reason he was locked away as a child. Everything was their fault and he was going to make them pay.

Then on the last page, hastily scribbled down, Keigo admits that he killed his father, did it in the middle of the night while he was sleeping.

“Hey, been lookin’ for ya,” Bakugou’s voice suddenly appeared from behind you.

You screamed, throwing the journal straight up as you turned around to see him staring at you with a shocked expression, “damn you,” you hissed through heavy breaths as you picked the journal up, “scared the shit out of me.”

Bakugou snorted, glancing down at the journal in your hands, “what’s that?”

“Keigo’s journal,” you answered, looking down towards the chest, “I think he was here not too long ago, wanted someone to find it.”

Bakugou hummed and outstretched his hand so he could look at the journal which you gave him.

But at that moment, you realized that Bakugou was in fact in front of you now after almost three days of not seeing him. “You made it back,” you said, your voice small.

“Obviously,” he answered while rolling his eyes as he thumbed through the pages. He stopped, glancing at you to see you standing in front of him with wide eyes.

Without a second thought, you moved towards him and wrapped your arms around him, making him grunt in surprise. You really did miss him more than you thought. “Missed you,” you muttered, a little embarrassed at being vulnerable.

Bakugou chuckled as he returned the hug. He missed you too, a lot. Camping with Sero was not as ideal as camping with you. “Missed ya too, had to put up with Sero for far too long, fuckin’ asshole,” he muttered, thankful that you couldn’t see his pink cheeks.

You hummed, smiling as you pressed yourself closer to him. “Did you find Keigo?” you asked, your voice muffled by his shirt.

Bakugou frowned, “we did, Kaminari and him are camped out about an hour from here.”

You pulled back from him, “sounds like he figured you’d eventually end up here?”

Bakugou nodded, looking back at the journal, “that’s what we thought too.” He paused, reading a bit before looking back at you, “looks like your plan worked though, ‘m proud of you.”

He was proud of you? Your stomach flipped as a large grin grew on your face. “Thank you.”

Bakugou huffed, giving you a crooked smile before returning to the journal. His carefree expression grew more bitter as he read on.

You stood silent watching him read for a bit before he got to the end of the journal. He sighed heavily as he shut the journal and looked at you, he looked sad. You decided to not say anything, and let him speak first.

However, Bakugou, true to his nature, kept silent too. He instead looked around the room, eyeing some old wooden toys and a few literature books that sat untouched on one of the many bookshelves in the room.

“Hey!” Kirishima's voice echoed through the old house, “Sero and Mina found a basement, think y’all should come see it.”

You shared a look with Bakugou, knowing this very well may be the actual evidence he needed to prove that Keigo had killed his and Kirishima’s family once and for all. Keeping quiet again, you followed Bakugou out of the room and down the stairs.

His shoulders were squared and up to his ears again. He must be uncomfortable, and you didn’t blame him. As much as you wanted to go and comfort him, you could tell that he wanted to be alone in his own space.

When you got downstairs you saw Sero standing by a broken door that had stairs leading down to what you could assume was the basement. A basement around these parts was pretty rare, not many buildings had them. You remember asking why the bank had a basement and not your house growing up and your mother told you that the soil was too thin and was full of clay.

Which meant that Keigo’s family really did have a lot of money, more than you probably could even imagine. Your nose wrinkled as you walked down the rotting stairs into the basement. The air felt damp against your skin, and the smell of mildew grew much stronger.

Mina sniffled behind you, suppressing a sneeze as she grabbed your arm. Which you were glad for, it was more than creepy down there. As you reached the bottom of the basement the floorboards moaned and creaked under your steps, sounding like anguished spirits who had been trapped inside of the basement for years.

You wouldn’t have been surprised to find that this place was haunted.

“Let’s go over there,” Mina whispered, giving Bakugou and Kirishima a wide berth as they started to sift through the crates and barrels by a desk.

You nodded, following Mina to the side of the basement where there were two groups of floor to ceiling shelves. There on the shelves were multiple glass jars. They were dusty and Mina wiped one off only to recoil in disgust at a bird carcass stuffed inside and partially preserved in ethanol.

“You think Keigo did that?” she asked, keeping her voice quiet.

You nodded, counting the remaining jars on the shelves. There were about fifty jars, all varying in size. While you did feel sorry for Keigo after reading his journal, your resentment outgrew your pity.

“I think they’re all birds,” Mina added, wiping off another jar with her sleeve to reveal a hawk. “I wonder why he was so obsessed with birds?”

“I think he envied them,” you answered, “he wrote about it in his journal.”

Mina hummed, turning you both away from the shelves as you ventured further into the basement. You stopped at one corner, growing a little more disturbed at the pile of clothes that were shoved into an open hole. They looked like boys' clothes.

“Hey,” Sero’s voice came from behind you. He had practically come out of nowhere.

“Damn,” Mina hissed, holding her hand over her heart, “quiet bastard, what?”

“Bakugou found somethin’,” he said, his voice solemn.

Your heart flipped in your chest as you followed Sero towards the other end of the basement. There you were able to see Bakugou and Kirishima holding onto some clothes.

“This is my ma’s,” Kirishima said, his voice cracking as he ran his hand over the worn dress, it was stained with blood.

Bakugou huffed, throwing the article of clothing he was holding down on the ground, and stormed out of the basement, looking livid. You watched him go, feeling heartsick that someone you cared so much for was hurting.

“Best to let him cool off,” Sero said, following your gaze.

You nodded in agreement, he probably needed some time to himself to mourn. You then turned your attention back to Kirishima who was wiping his eyes as he pulled out a small plaid shirt. It looked like it had belonged to a toddler. It was splattered with blood too.

“Found his weapon also,” Sero said quietly, pointing to a weapon that looked a bit like a broad sword. It was most likely a family heirloom, passed down from generations back.

“Keigo admitted to killing his father in his journal too,” you said quietly, feeling your heart break as you watched Kirishima continue to dig through the clothes of his dead relatives.

Mina left your side, moving towards Kirishima to comfort him.

“Think we should go,” Sero said, as Kirishima let out a quiet cry.

You nodded, following Sero back up the stairs and then out of the house. The two of you remained silent as you built a small campfire in a pasture a good distance away from the house. After a while, Kirishima and Mina came to join you. The four of you sat in silence, trying to process what you had just seen.

It was overwhelming trying to sort through your thoughts. So many things have happened in such a short amount of time, you haven’t really had time to process any of it. You were kidnapped, shot at, fought against soldiers, fought with Bakugou, saw someone die, saw your father die. You gulped not even wanting to try and process all of that at the moment. It was too much to handle.

Time seemed to move fast as you sat and watched the fire flicker in front of you, and before you knew it, the sun was setting again. You blinked, pulling yourself from your thoughts as you looked up. Mina and Sero were quietly chatting to each other as Sero tossed some more firewood into the flames.

Kirishima was sitting against his saddle, staring into the flames with a faraway expression. It then made you realize that Bakugou still hasn’t come back.

You looked over your shoulder to see that his horse was gone which made you wonder he went. Surely he wasn’t far.

“You should go look for him,” Kirishima said, his voice scratchy as he looked up at you from the fire. “He’s been alone for too long.”

You nodded, “any idea where he is?” you asked.

“Probably by the lake,” Kirishima answered and then turned his gaze back to the flames.

The lake? You stood up, walking towards your horse as you tried to figure out where the lake was. Surely close by? You weren’t that good at tracking. With a sigh, you pulled yourself up into the saddle and urged your horse forward.

Despite all of the sadness today had brought, it was a beautiful evening. The sky was big out here, stretching miles and miles and it was decorated with soft pastel clouds. The air was sweet from the summer grasses and fireflies were starting to come out.

You inhaled, rubbing your eyes as your horse trotted up a steep hill, and there in the distance was a silhouette of a man and his horse. He was looking out over the lake, watching the water shimmer as the sun set.

Your horse nickered at his horse when you came to a stop. You dismounted your horse, putting his reins back over the horn of the saddle while he began to graze. If Bakugou heard you, he didn’t turn his head to acknowledge your presence.

The grass was tall here, reaching up to your knees as you waded through, a little frustrated that you were still in your dress from earlier. So much had happened so fast that you didn’t find the time to get changed.

When you finally reached him you sat down, tucking the dress beneath your legs as you stretched out. The view was nice from up here. You could see how large the lake was. After a beat you looked towards him, his eyes were rimmed red, and you knew he had been crying.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice soft.

Bakugou nodded, “I think so.”

You nodded, looking away from him and back to the lake, “do you want to talk about it? Sometimes that helps,” you offered gently.

Bakugou didn’t answer your question for a while, but then he took a deep breath. “It’s strange after all this time to finally have closure, ya know?” he began, tearing at some of the grass next to him. “For years I thought about this moment, the moment I finally had proof of what Keigo did and I thought I would be prepared. I wasn’t. And I guess you can’t really be prepared for somethin’ like this,” he finished.

“I’m sure, and I’m sorry it’s been so hard for you and Kirishima,” you said truthfully.

Bakugou snorted, “yeah, me too, but I’m sorry for you too, and Mina, Sero, and Izuku. All of us have been put through hell and back because of Keigo.”

You gave him a melancholy smile as you leaned against him, not really sure what to say.

He sighed heavily, as his shoulders relaxed. Bakugou glanced down at you pressed against him and he ran his gaze down your form, just admiring you and how someone who was previously his bounty became someone so close to him. Someone he cared about immensely.

You smiled a bit watching as a few blue herons flew across the surface of the lake, you’ve always thought they were interesting birds. You were about to say something about the lanky birds until you noticed Bakugou's hand was moving towards yours and then he grabbed it gently, intertwining your fingers together.

Your heart practically leaped into your throat as he squeezed your hand tightly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You were practically stupid with joy as he looked towards you with a soft expression.

“My family would have liked you,” he began as he kept his gaze focused on your hand in his. “Despite you bein’ stubborn as hell.”

You laughed, “you think so?”

He nodded as he stood up, taking you with him, “I do.” He began leading you back towards the horses and then he dropped your hand to get up on his horse, “I wanna show you somethin’.”

You held back another smile as you got up on your horse, following him down the hill and towards the small houses near Keigo’s estate. In the distance, you could see the fire where the others were camped out.

After a few short moments, you came to a stop outside of a small cabin. It was probably only one room and was definitely made by hand. The logs were sturdy though, made out of hardwood. Bakugou held out his hand again and you took it as he brought you towards his house.

You kept quiet as he opened the door. The inside was how you expected, it was one big room. There was one wood burning stove in the back of the room, and a cast iron pot still sat on the burner. In the middle of the room was the kitchen table, a large slab of wood that had been sanded down and polished.

Four chairs were seated around the table, they were pushed out and it almost seemed like people were still living in the house. You could see an apron folded neatly on one of the chairs and there were a few bowls out.

In the far corner of the house were two beds both around the same size, and probably the most expensive item in the house.

“I know it’s not much,” Bakugou began, his voice catching a bit as he cleared his throat, “but it’s the best home I’ve ever known.”

“I think it’s great,” you said with a small smile.

Bakugou snorted, “hah, don’t need to lie princess, your home could hold five of mine.”

You shook your head, “I know, but I can tell this home was well loved and the people in it were too, which is worth more than any large house.”

Bakugou nodded, mulling over your comment as he looked around his old home for one last time. He could still see flashes of memories here and there, but it’s been so long it was hard to remember his old life sometimes. It was time to go though, and he needed to put the memories to rest. He nodded, mostly to himself as he opened the door again, not looking back as he shut the door behind him.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he pulled you behind him, rather harshly making you stumble as he muttered an apology.

“Back to camp,” he said as he let go of your hand and got back on his horse, watching you get back on to yours rather awkwardly.

You frowned, yanking at the dress as you straddled the saddle. It wasn’t very practical to ride in a dress really. You watched as Bakugou moved in front of you leading you past his house and up the hill again. The sun had now set leaving the sky a deep purple.

After a short moment, you realize he’s leading you away from camp and towards the woods. “Where are we going? Camps back that way,” you said looking over your shoulder to see the fire where the camp was growing smaller in the distance.

“Goin’ somewhere else,” Bakugou said as he ducked under a branch.

You ducked too, barely missing the thick branch of the oak tree you just passed. The woods were thick here, and as the light faded you had to rely on your horse to follow Bakugou. After a good while of riding, you stopped by a cove that was tucked away from the lake. There was a small waterfall at the base of the creek, bubbling softly as water trickled over the rocks.

You noticed where he had stopped was a small clearing, the trees had been cut just leaving a bit of grass along with an old stack of firewood that had probably been there for years.

“I used to come here with Kirishima to catch frogs,” Bakugou said, sounding a little embarrassed, “I wanted you to see it too,” he added as he got off his horse.

Even though it was dark you could tell it was a beautiful area, especially with all the native wildflowers that were growing near the edge of the clearing. “I used to catch frogs too, nothin’ to be embarrassed about,'' you teased, making him snort as he collected firewood.

“Bet you were shit at it,” he said as he grabbed his saddlebag and pulled out some flint and steel.

You narrowed your eyes as you dismounted your horse, hauling your bedroll off too. You had finally gotten yourself your own blanket. It was a quilt that you found stuffed away in your closet, and you couldn’t leave it behind. “I was really good at it,” you countered as you rolled out your quilt and grabbed your riding clothes you were planning on changing into.

“Whatever,” Bakugou grumbled, flashing you a quick smile as blew on the budding fire. He sat down after the fire grew to a reasonable size and looked up at you, “c’mere,” he said, looking at the empty space next to him.

Your eyes widened slightly as you set down your clothes and made your way over to him. For some odd reason, you were rather nervous to sit next to him, it was a good kind of nervous though.

Bakugou leaned back watching as you sat next to him and stretched out, the dress you were wearing bunched up past your knees. He pulled his gaze back up to the fire.

You fell into a comfortable silence, but you felt like something was going on that you were not aware of. It wasn’t like you couldn’t feel Bakugou staring at you every once and awhile. Somethin’ was up with him, and you weren’t sure what to think about it. “You’re actin’ weird,” you finally said, looking at him at last only to see that his cheeks were pink.

He cleared his throat, “the hell you talkin’ about?”

You furrowed your brows, “you’re embarrassed, your cheeks are all pink,” you said, bringing a hand up to poke one of his cheeks, making him grumble as he swatted your hand away.

“‘M not embarrassed,” he argued, “I just-” he sighed, cursing under his breath.

You listened for a moment, hearing him curse out Sero for bad advice, and it made you remember what Mina and Kirishima laughed about on your way to the rodeo.

“-Can I kiss you?” Bakugou finally said, refusing to look you in the eyes.

You froze, he wanted to kiss you? The last time he did that he ran away. You knew now was different, but you couldn’t help but feel more nervous than before. After a moment you nodded and felt your heart leap into your throat when moved into your space.

You watched with bated breath as his vermillion gaze flickered down to your lips and then back to your eyes. He placed a hand on the side of your face, cradling your cheek as he tilted his head and pressed his lips against yours.

This time he kissed you differently than the first time, he was gentle and meaningful. Like he was trying to let you know how he felt through the kiss.

You shut your eyes, bringing your hands up around his neck, branching your fingers up into his soft hair. He let out a groan, making you freeze up which gave him the opportunity to tug you closer to him with his free hand.

You broke away panting as he practically planted you on his lap and nuzzled his face into the side of your neck. This was all so new to you, and taboo at that. All your life you’ve been told to wait till marriage, it was sinful and such. Yet here you were, straddling Bakugou as he pressed kisses onto the side of your neck.

You felt nervous suddenly, as you placed your hands on his chest, making him pull back. He looked at you through lidded eyes, there was a heavy blush painted across his cheeks. “Katsuki,” you whispered, your eyes searching his, “I’m scared, I’ve never done anything like this before,” you explained, keeping your voice quiet as you looked away from him.

Bakugou hummed, it was a deep rumble that resonated from his chest, and he grabbed your chin turning your head back towards him, “you don’t have to be scared with me, I’ll take good care of ya,” he said, his voice low.

You shivered, making his lips twitch up a bit. “But Mina said you nothin’ about nothin’,” you said, looking away from him.

Bakugou huffed, clearly annoyed, “of course she did.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling even more nervous now or were you embarrassed? You weren’t sure.

“Hey,” he said softly, loosening his grip on your chin to run his knuckles down the side of your cheek gently. “We don’t have to do anythin’, princess if you’re uncomfortable. I’m not gonna be mad if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You blinked, mulling over his words. Your nerves were frayed but you wanted to be with him, you weren’t too sure what that meant for you, but you trusted him with your life. You could trust him with this. “I do though, I wanna be with you,” you said quietly, looking back at him shyly.

Bakugou hummed looking up at you, part of his face was illuminated by the fire light as he nodded, “okay, just relax, pretty girl,” he said quietly, as he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You curled your fingers into his hair, tugging a little as he ran his hand down your side before stopping at your lower back. He then pressed on your lower back lightly urging you to grind down on his lap.

You huffed placing your face into the crook of his neck, as you started to rock your hips against the front of his jeans, and a soft whine escaped your lips.

“There ya go,” he murmured, starting to breathe heavily.

You gripped the back of his jacket, as he bucked his hips up. Bakugou let out a groan from beneath you making a tingle of electricity zap down your spine at the sound of his voice.

And it made you realize you wanted to hear him again, hear him moan and writhe above you. Your heartbeat quickened as you sucked in a breath when he gently moved you both down on his blanket.

You looked up at him through lidded eyes as he hovered above you. His pupils were blown as he leaned down to kiss you again, more roughly this time. You let out a whimper when he nipped at your lip, which gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.

Everything was starting to become overwhelming as you squirmed beneath him. His hands were all over your sides, yanking at your dress, pushing it above your hips. You involuntarily arched up into him, letting out a moan when he cupped your clothed pussy in one hand, nudging your clit through the fabric with his middle finger.

You broke away from the kiss again, panting as you grabbed onto his shoulders, “Kats,” you breathed out, your breath hitching as he lightly rubbed small circles over your clit.

Bakugou grinned, “feelin’ good?”

You nodded, now grabbing at his forearm when he ran his finger down over your clothed slit. “What’re you doing?” you slurred, watching him hook his fingers into the side of your panties and tug them down over your thighs.

“Relax,” he repeated, now running his finger between your folds, and watching your arousal coat his finger as he looked back at you. Your chest was heaving with each breath you took, and he didn’t miss the way your legs would shake every time he would run his finger through your slit.

“Katsuki,” you said aloud as he moved down, pressing kisses against your collar bone, your stomach, and then the top of your thighs. You bit the inside of your cheek as he blew warm air on your pussy, making you squirm.

“Said I was gonna take care of ya, didn’t I?” he finally said, suppressing a groan when he spread your legs more, watching strings of arousal coat your thighs.

You nearly lost it watching him lay down on his stomach and wrap his arms around your thighs, yanking you towards his face. He placed a kiss to your inner thigh, lightly biting down on the soft skin there before turning his attention back to your pussy.

“Oh,” you whimpered out as he ran the flat of his tongue up against your slit, making you immediately lock your legs around his head as a strange sensation settled in the pit of your tummy.

Bakugou chuckled as he squeezed your thighs tightly, leaving small crescents in your skin from his nails. He loved seeing you come undone when he’s barely touched you. He wanted to ruin you in the best way possible, make you his over and over again.

You unknowingly placed your arm over your eyes as your hips rolled up into his mouth. He’s barely moved his tongue and you were already a mess, babbling out nonsense. Especially when he moved his attention up to your clit, licking at it and sucking it into his mouth.

“Good girl,” he muttered against your pussy as you rolled your hips again, “so good for me.”

You nodded, unable to form words as a funny feeling started to build in your tummy. It had all your muscles tensing and releasing as he continued to suck on your clit.

Bakugou looked up from your pussy to watch you throw your head back and moan. “Fuck, you look so good,” he groaned before sucking your clit again.

You keened arching your back at his praise as another wave of pleasure rolled over. “Feel strange,” you panted out, as the rhythm of your grinding hips began to stutter.

Bakugou hummed, tugging you closer to him if that was even possible.

“Katsuki, I,” you tried to begin but the coil that was twisting inside of your tummy finally burst. The feeling that washed over you couldn’t even be described with words. But it made you shake against him, a cry escaping your lips as he continued to lick and suck through your high.

He kissed your clit before pulling away and moving back up so he could kiss you again. You were still writhing against him, yanking at his jacket as he slipped out of it, tossing it to the side. A warbled whine escaped your lips when he pulled back away from you to yank off his shirt.

“Fuckin’ needy,” he said, shaking his head as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, still tasting your release on his lips.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you said shyly, as you watched the fire light dance against the outline of his muscles.

Bakugou smirked, as he easily yanked your dress over your head, his eyes trailing down your body, stopping at the love bites he left on your skin. With a shaky sigh, he moved over you again, holding himself above you with one arm as he ran his other hand up your side. “You sure?” he asked, he wanted tonight to be about you, but how could he say no to you now, when you were looking so sweet under him.

“‘M sure,” you said, sighing softly as he rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He hummed, moving his hand away from your chest and up your neck before stopping by your mouth, “gonna have to teach you then,” he said slowly as he grabbed your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded, getting the idea that he wanted you to open your mouth, so you parted your lips as he placed the pad of his thumb on your tongue.

Bakugou's pupils were blown wide as he watched you close your lips around his thumb. “That’s it,” he muttered as he let out a soft sigh when you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Go ahead and use your tongue,” he said.

You swirled your tongue around his thumb, whimpering when he rolled his hips against yours.

“Good girl,” he muttered, as he pushed another finger into your mouth. “Keep doin’ that, and no teeth,” he said, watching you closely as he pressed another finger in your mouth and moved them back towards your throat.

You whimpered, trying to not gag on his fingers, looking up at him with a concerned expression. Were you doing this right? You must be because he was grinding against you even more now.

When he grinned at you, you nearly fell apart again. “Think you’re ready,” he muttered, pulling his fingers from your mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as he quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes. You were in awe seeing him up close this time, he was beautiful. And he was yours now. A slight tap on your cheek gathered your attention and you realized you were staring off again.

“You and that fuckin’ starin’ problem,” Bakugou snorted as he ran his hand covered in your spit over his dick.

Then you really realized what you were looking at now and you let out a whimper, there was no way he would fit. Especially not in your mouth, but you still moved forward sitting in front of him and running your hands up his thighs.

You held your breath as your fingers branched up his lower stomach and you grabbed his dick in your hand, pumping it slowly like you saw him doing, “Is this good Katsuki?” you ask, staring up at him.

He was breathing hard through his nose with his teeth bared as he nodded, “yeah baby, you’re doin’ good.”

He was hot in your hand, and so wet, the noise that your palm would make against his skin was obscene. With a soft sigh, you tore your eyes away from him and back to his dick, watching pre leak from the top. You hovered your lips above the tip, trying to decide the best way to start.

“Spit on it,” Bakugou growled out, placing a large hand on your head, and driving his fingers into your hair.

You looked up at him again as you dropped a glob of spit on the top, and then ran your tongue up the side of his dick.

“Shit,” Bakugou grumbled, his voice deepening to a low rumble. Not like you knew it, but you were teasing the hell out of him, and it was taking everything in him not to fuck your face.

You squirmed at his voice, feeling your body tingle with need again. After a moment you parted your lips and let him push into your mouth. He was big and it didn’t take long for the head of his dick to press against the back of your throat, making your eyes water.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, gripping your hair tighter between his fingers.

You blinked, tears streaming down your face as you pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his dick, and began sucking hard. Your nails dug into his thighs, as he started to buck his hips into your mouth.

“There ya go, just like that, doin’ so good,” Bakugou praised, using his free hand to wipe some of your tears away.

You sniffled trying your best to keep going, you wanted to see him come undone above you. There was nothing more in the world that you wanted right now.

Bakugou tipped his head back, letting out another grunt as he picked up the pace. He didn’t want to cum yet, but you felt so good it was hard not to.

He thrusted into your mouth hard, making your eyes screw shut as he pushed the rest of his length into your mouth. Your nose was pressed against his pelvis as you tried to control your breathing while he shook above you.

“Shit,” he snarled, “gonna fuckin’ cum.”

Bakugou’s hips stuttered and you almost choked when he came in your mouth.

“Swallow it,” he hissed, watching you as he rode out his high.

You did, pulling off of him with a pant as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip. “Did I do a good job?” you asked as he moved back down in front of you.

He grinned, “fuckin’ perfect.”

Bakugou then kissed you long and hard, swirling his tongue with yours as you tasted yourself on his tongue and he and on yours. At this point, you were almost completely fucked out.

“Holdin’ up okay, baby?” He muttered against your lips, smiling when you nodded and ran your hands down his built chest.

“Want you Katsuki,” you said your voice tapering off into a whine

“Think you can handle it?” He asked reaching down to run the head of his dick between your folds.

You nodded, biting your lip hard as he continued to rut against you. “Please,” you begged quietly as your hole clamped down on nothing.

“Sweet thing, so good for me, always so good,” he muttered as he pushed into you slowly, and let out a grunt when he bottomed out, “fuck, you’re fuckin’ tight, princess.”

You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as you squirmed against him trying to escape the sudden pain from him stretching you, “hurts,” you muttered through quick pants.

“I know,” he cooed, “it’ll feel good soon,” he let out a broken moan, feeling your walls clench around him.

He stayed still for a moment letting you adjust to his size before he started to move. Bakugou thrusted forward, fucking you with deep slow strokes which made you whimper and whine against his form.

Every time he pulled his hips back and then pushed back into you, you would mutter something incoherent in his ear, how good you felt, how big he was, and then you let something slip, you weren’t even aware you did, but he heard it.

“Shit, princess,” Bakugou groaned, as he held your face in his hands, watching you come undone beneath him. “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered as he picked up his pace, now slamming his hips into yours.

You clawed at his back, your nails leaving raised red trails down his honey-tanned skin as he rolled his hips again. He kept hitting a spot inside of you that had you nearly blackout every time the head of his dick would press into it.

“‘M gonna cum,” you hissed, your eyes rolling back as he brought one hand down to start circling your clit with his fingers.

“Yeah? Go on baby,” Bakugou muttered, kissing your lips before moving down to your jaw, “cum for me.”

Your vision blacked out as you shook beneath him crying out as you clung to his form. His thrusts were growing sloppy now, he could barely hold himself back as he helped you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” he growled, now biting at the skin on your neck roughly as he neared his climax, “gonna fill you up, make you mine,” he hissed as he ground his hips against yours. “Fuckin’ love you too,” he grunted before stilling.

You both let out a groan at the feeling of him cumming inside of you.

You opened your eyes after a moment of coming down from your high to see Bakugou panting above you, and you realized at that moment what he had just said to you.

He said he loved you too.

“You love me?” You whispered, your voice hoarse as he let more of his weight rest on you.

Bakugou nodded, wiping some more tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, “I do.”

Your face warmed and you couldn’t help but smile at him, “I love you too.”

“I know, you told me first,” he said, rolling his eyes as he pulled out with a soft sigh.

You hummed, looking up at the night sky. It was true though, you did feel that strongly about him, “I meant it,” you said suddenly.

Bakugou snorted, “I know, I did too.” He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him.

You smiled, looking up into his eyes as he ran his fingers down your side. It was warm out tonight, or maybe you just felt warm being with him. Your smile slipped from your face as you thought about tomorrow. Tomorrow you would be luring Keigo back to his estate to have him arrested.

So many things could go wrong, and you looked away from Bakugou, focusing on his hand on your side. He pulled you close to him again, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. He sighed, his breath puffing against your skin.

He had fallen asleep. You sighed, grabbing his hand to intertwine your fingers together as you shut your eyes letting sleep wash over you too.

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The next morning you both were up early, getting ready to plan for the day. Plan for Keigo. You finished up washing yourself in the lake and then tugged your jeans and shirt on. You could see Bakugou in the distance already getting ready to ride off.

You wiped your face once more as you pulled your boots on before walking over to Bakugou. He was tacking his horse up. “Do you know what you’re gonna do? With Keigo I mean?” you asked, as you put your saddle on your horse.

Bakugou looked over at you, “I’m thinkin’ you and I will confront Kaminari and Keigo, draw them back because they hate us the most,” he said with a forced smile. “Then Mina and Sero would follow up behind, make sure they don’t run away.”

You grimaced, hating that you would have to see Keigo again as well as Kaminari. You were so close to the end now too, and so many things could go wrong.

“Don’t worry princess,” Bakugou said softly as he came to your side, drawing you close, “this is the last time you’ll ever be seein’ either of them.”

You smiled, it was small, but at least you felt a little more hopeful.

“Let’s get goin’,” Bakugou said, shaking the last of the water from his hair as he put his hat on.

You nodded, keeping to yourself as you got on your horse, riding behind Bakugou. He was confident, more so than usual. Or maybe he was happy. You rode up next to him as you both trotted up the hill you found him on last night.

You glanced at him again, he was happy. There was a smile gracing his features when there used to be a scowl. But that made you happy, You smiled as you continued to watch him.

It didn’t take much longer for you to reach the camp the others were staying at. They were already ready too it seemed. All three of them were already on their horses.

“Morning,” Sero said languidly, a lazy smile stretching across his face as he looked between you and Bakugou.

Your face warmed as you saw Mina and Kirishima snicker to each other. It seemed that they were well aware of what happened between you and Bakugou last night.

“Keep your fuckin’ traps shut,” Bakugou quickly snapped as Mina and Kirishima started to move towards you to ask questions.

You gave him a thankful smile which he returned before looking back at his group, “Kirishima, you’re goin’ to the sheriff’s office to get Tamaki right?”

Kirishima nodded, “yeah that’s the plan.”

Bakugou nodded, “give Y/n your pistol then, she’ll probably need it.”

Kirishima handed you his pistol, and you carefully placed it in your waistband, hoping that you wouldn’t have to use it. “You don’t think I’ll need this right?” you asked, looking towards Bakugou.

He shook his head, “No, we’ll stay far enough ahead of Keigo and Kaminari that you won’t need it. It’s just a precaution.”

You nodded, glancing down at the pistol again, you had that same bad feeling settling deep in your tummy. But you pushed it away, maybe this time you were wrong. Everything would work out fine.

“We’ll follow up behind them right?” Mina asked, pushing some hair out of her eyes as she adjusted her hat.

Bakugou nodded, glancing at everyone before he spoke again, “alright, let’s head out then.”

You waved bye to Kirishima as you fell into line behind Bakugou. The ride was about an hour away at a walk and probably thirty minutes back at a run. Which meant this could be over in an hour and a half.

Bakugou was a good deal ahead of you and Mina, chatting with Sero about plans you presumed. Which was fine, you didn’t think you could even talk at the moment, you were so nervous.

The ride itself to where Keigo and Kaminari were camped out was starting to stress you out too. The terrain was quickly changing from grasslands to rocky hills with tight curves. Which meant riding fast around the bends could be dangerous. It could be fatal.

You gulped glancing down at the ravine you were passing. Small stones tumbled down the side, splashing into the river below. Above you vultures started to circle in the distance and an ominous feeling seemed to creep through the air the closer you got.

The hour seemed to pass rather quickly and before you knew it you came to a stop outside of Keigo and Kaminari’s camp. They were camped on the edge of a large cliff. You could see them talking, occasionally laughing as they cleaned their pistols.

Seeing Keigo now after reading his journal and seeing what he had done to Kirishima and Bakugou’s family, what he did to Tokoyami and your father was strange. You were so angry knowing he got away with it for so long, but at the same time, you also felt sorry for him.

He was only a few years older than you and Bakugou, around his late twenties you guess, but as you watched him laugh you saw him as a boy.

“Why are you lookin’ at him like that?” Bakugou said quietly, glancing between you and Keigo.

You shrugged, deciding not to tell Bakugou your thoughts. You figured it would make him upset and rightfully so. You were upset for even allowing yourself to feel the smallest bit sorry for him.

Bakugou huffed, tearing his gaze away from you. He knew you weren’t going to tell him, but he figured you had your reasons. “Sero, Mina, go around back, fire a shot when you’re ready,” he said.

Sero nodded moving forward and down the cliffside with Mina following behind.

You watched them disappear around the corner, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for a gunshot.

“Hey,” Bakugou began, watching you fiddle with your reins, “stop worrin’ so much, it’ll be fine.”

You nodded, “I know, he just scares me,” you said looking at Keigo again. You sighed, “and I was lookin’ at him like that because he kind of reminds me of a lost kid.”

“A lost kid? You fuckin’ joking?” Bakugou said, his voice holding a twinge of anger to it.

You winced, “I know it sounds bad, really, and I’m sorry, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about what he wrote about in his journal when he was a kid. He just wanted to be loved and be free, and it reminded me of myself,” you said, hoping Bakugou would understand.

Bakugou huffed, settling his temper. He’s always been known to be quick to anger. But he understood where you were coming from. “I know,” he said, “he had a pretty shit life in that house. No one even knew about it, I didn’t until reading that journal.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizin’ you can’t help the way you feel,” Bakugou said, “nothing’s ever as black and white as we make it out to be.”

You blinked, finding it interesting that he said what you thought about him and the others. “Yeah, I know.”

Bakugou moved his horse over next to yours and surprisingly held out his hand for you to take. “Just get out of your head, yeah?” he said, his voice softening a bit.

You nodded, slipping your hand into his, feeling some of your nerves settle. However, at the sound of a gunshot, your heart rate skyrocketed, and you looked towards Bakugou with wide eyes. He gave our hand a squeeze before he let go, grabbing his pistol as he moved forward. “Go ahead, want you to have a head start-”

“No way!” you snapped, “I’m stayin’ by you.”

“Fine,” Bakugou said through gritted teeth as he moved his horse forward so Keigo could see him.

You scowled watching Keigo and Kaminari quickly get up on their horses and start to ride towards you. Keigo was fast, yanking out his pistol with a wicked smile crossing his features.

“C’mon,” Bakugou said hurriedly as he turned his horse around, waiting for you to go so he could follow.

You gulped, bringing your horse to a trot as you made your way through the cliff, not daring to look down. Keigo yelled something behind you, which made you realize he wasn’t too far away.

“Gotta be a little faster, Y/n,” Bakugou said, growing worried, “Red’s got ya, he’s a sturdy horse,” he said, trying to urge you to ride faster.

“Okay,” you choked out, pressing your heels to your horse's sides as he quickened his trot. You could see the grass just a little bit away, you were so close, and when you reached the prairie you let out a sigh, uring your horse into a gallop.

Bakugou rode next to you, glancing over his shoulder to see Keigo and Kaminari hot on your tails, “shit,” he hissed as he yanked out his pistol and pointed it towards Kaminari.

You winced watching as Bakugou just barely missed Kaminari who laughed. “Where are Sero and Mina, shouldn’t they be close by?”

Bakugou shook his head, “dunno, they should be right behind them.” He scowled, kicking his horses' sides as Keigo began to catch up to you. Keigo was the fastest rider he’s ever met, besides you, and for a moment he didn’t think his plan would work.

A bullet flew past your face making you yelp while you flinched hard. “They’re getting close,” you said, shouting over the wind.

“I know,” Bakugou replied, trying to think of something.

There in the distance, you could see Sero and Mina riding back towards you, but they were only one horse, Sero’s horse. Something must have happened to Mina’s horse. And to your horror you saw Kaminari look over his shoulder and then turn around, racing back towards Sero and Mina.

It was obvious what he was planning on doing. Sero and Mina even though they both were armed, but they were slow, extremely slow now that they were sharing a horse. Kaminari probably figured he could take two birds out with one stone.

“Y/n,” Bakugou warned, turning his head to watch you look back at the other, “don’t do it, they’re fine-”

A loud squeal and a gunshot had your eyes wide with fear as Kaminari shot down Sero’s horse, causing both him and Mina to tumble to the ground.

“Ride fast, don’t let Keigo catch up to you,” you said quickly before Bakugou could yell at you as you turned around racing back towards your friends.

Time seemed to slow down as you passed by Keigo. You both locked eyes and he grinned, laughing as you raced past him. You turned your head, seeing that Bakugou was still riding back towards the estate which was good.

You turned your attention back to Kaminari watching him yank on his horse's mouth, getting her to slide to a stop. He pulled out his pistol, saying a few words as he pointed it at Sero who was standing in front of Mina. She was hurt, cradling her arm to her chest.

You pulled out Kirishima’s pistol letting your reins drop as you held it with two hands, aiming at Kaminari, and then you pulled the trigger. In the time that you took to blink your bullet found its way into Kaminari’s side, throwing him off the top of his horse.

With one hand you grabbed your reins moving your horse towards Kaminari and you hoped that he wouldn’t get back up. Sero quickly grabbed Kaminari’s horse by the reins and got on before helping Mina up.

They wasted no time riding up to you.

“Always said you were a good shot,” Mina said hoarsely, giving you a weak smile.

You grinned, trying to not shake in your saddle from nerves. “I did have a good teacher.”

Sero scoffed, wiping some blood away from his face, “thank you, we would have been done for if you didn’t turn back around. Mina’s horse got bit by a snake and threw her, lost her pistol and everything.”

You frowned about to tell Mina you were so sorry, but then something strange happened. You weren’t too sure why it took you so long to register what was going on, but Sero shouted something and turned around firing his pistol off again.

You turned, seeing Kaminari crumple to the ground this time gone for good. You looked back at Sero and then a searing pain bloomed at the side of your arm, and you looked down to see that it was limp beside you.

“Y/n!” Sero shouted, grabbing your reins in his hands, “shit, Mina can you tell me how bad it is, I can’t keep lookin’ at her.”

Your leg smashed up against Sero’s and Mina’s as your horses ran directly next to each other and you winched when Mina grabbed your arm.

“Went through clean,” she said, her voice sounding muffled, “you’ll be okay, just hold on.”

You looked down seeing scarlet red blood soak into your shirt and drip down your arm at a steady rate. A feeling of dread washed over you, “Mina,” you hissed, as the gunshot wound thumped in time with your heartbeat.

“You’ll be okay,” she reassured you, holding your hand the best she could.

You nodded, if Bakugou and Izuku survived a gunshot you could too. It would be fine, you’d be fine. However, as someone who has never had to deal with such severe wounds ever, the sight of so much blood, your blood had you slumping forward.

“Don’t fall off,” Sero growled, reaching over to roughly shake you.

You blinked, trying to push the black spots out of your vision as your stomach flopped. “I won’t,” you slurred, gripping onto the horn of the saddle as you tried to stay awake.

Up in the distance, you could see Keigo’s estate, it looked small now but you’d be there soon if you could just hold on.

You swallowed harshly, feeling yourself tip forward again, which was not good. You knew this would make you unbalanced in your saddle, and then you’d fall off, probably hurting yourself more.

Sero reached over again, yanking the back of your shirt to pull you back again. “Fuckin’ Kaminari,” he muttered glancing behind him to see Mina barely holding it together too. The tumble she took off her horse and then his horse was enough to put anyone under.

You managed to hold on though, just in time too, because when your horse and Sero’s came to a stop in front of the house both you and Mina fell off. You hit the ground harshly, groaning a bit. You did feel better on the ground now though. It was steady and soothed your growing nausea.

You heard shouting and then someone was dragging you across the grass as best they could.

“I-I’m sorry,” a voice stuttered above you, “I didn’t know where you were shot, didn’t want to pick you up.”

“S’kay,” you slurred blinked as the person above you came into focus. It was a man. He was looking down at you with wide eyes as he began to put pressure on your wound.

“Katsuki?” you asked, not bothering to look around.

“Kirishima and him just took Keigo right when you came back,” he explained as he tore some gauze off with his teeth, “he’s being put in a holdin’ cell back at the office.”

The office? You blinked, “are you, Tamaki?”

Tamaki nodded, his face was bright red, “Y-yeah, um, you’ll be okay, the bullet went clean through. Uh, stay here, I have to check on Mina.”

You snorted, it’s not like you were going anywhere any time soon. The sun was bright above you, making you squint as you realized it was over. Everyone was still alive. You were still alive.

You sighed, grabbing at the grass with your good hand as your adrenaline started to slow, allowing you to feel the pain of your wound more. It hurt like hell, stinging like a thousand wasps had stuck their stingers into your arm.

Hoofbeats vibrated the ground next to you and you turned your head to see Bakugou’s horse stop in front of you. A moment later he was hovering above you, eyes wide as he stared at all the blood soaking into your shirt.

You smiled at him, still delirious from the pain, “you got him.”

Bakugou nodded, swallowing thickly as he inspected your arm. His words were stuck in his throat like glue. He had heard three gunshots while he was leading Keigo back to the estate and he had hoped nothing had happened to you. Yet here you were, the person he cared about most, hurt.

If Kaminari wasn’t already dead, Bakugou would have vowed to make him hurt.

“You’re crying,” you whispered, watching his bottom lip wobble as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Don’t do that again,” Bakugou harshly whispered, gently pulling you up against him.

The world spun at your sudden change of position, but you pushed through at the feeling of Bakugou pressing his face into your shoulder. He shuddered against you. “It’s okay,” you said as you leaned your cheek against the side of his head, “gonna be fine.”

“I know,” he muttered, sniffling as he ran his hand up and down your back. “I thought I had lost you, all I saw was you lyin’ in the grass and covered in blood.”

You figured some of his tears were because things were finally over. At last, after years of chasing after Keigo, he had finally got him. “I already told you before that I’ll always come back to you,” you said, letting your eyes close.

“And you always do,” he replied softly, feeling you slump against him. With a shaky hand, he pressed his fingers to your pulse point, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt the steady beat of your heart beneath the pads of his fingers.

——-

You woke up the next morning still feeling pretty bad, but you were glad to be alive really. Even though everyone said you’d be fine, it was still nerve-wracking to look down and see your arm so badly injured.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you followed Bakugou and Kirishima to the sheriff's office. Apparently, while you were out Tamaki had ridden down to your town to bring Izuku back as another witness to Keigo's crimes.

You are also surprised to find out that Keigo’s Lieutenant, Endeavor, was headed your way too. Izuku had written to him before leaving the hospital that Keigo was going to be sentenced for his crimes.

You were still missing some details on how everything fell together so neatly at the end, but you weren’t complaining.

Bakugou stopped in front of you, hesitating at the door. He looked nervous. “He’s in there,” Bakugou began, glancing back at you, “he’s gonna try like hell to lie his way out of it.”

“Well he can’t,” you told Bakugou, moving to stand next to him, “there’s so much evidence stacked up against him, Katsuki.”

He nodded, taking a quick breath before walking into the office.

Tamaki’s office was small. Incredibly small. There was one single desk with a looming stack of papers, and then the holding cell was right off to the side. It was dark, only a few slots of light illuminated the corner of the office.

It was quiet, except for Keigo’s harsh breathing. It was ragged and slow, and it sounded like he was in pain.

You stayed mostly behind Bakugou as he walked over to the cell, not wishing to see Keigo at all.

“Came to have a look, huh?” Keigo rasped, pulling himself up to a sitting position.

“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, dropping his hand to his holster around his waist. It was clearly taking everything in him not to end Keigo right there and then.

Keigo laughed, it was wet and turned into a gasping cough, “not so nice, I guess.” He peered around Bakugou and Kirishima, and locked eyes with you. A smile grew on his face, exposing his blood-stained teeth. “I’m surprised to see you here,” Keigo commented.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at her,” Bakugou said sharply, as he rattled the iron bars making Keigo flinch back, “I want you to look at Eijirou and I, and tell us why you killed them.”

Kirishima nodded, barely keeping himself under control as he watched Keigo in the cell.

Keigo narrowed his eyes, choosing to keep his mouth shut as he looked away from Bakugou and to the ceiling.

“Fuck you,” Bakugou growled, “I should just put a bullet in your head and be done with it.”

You quickly grabbed his arm, shaking your head, “it’s not worth it, he’s gonna get what’s comin’ to him.”

Bakugou flashed a glare at you before sighing. He opened his mouth to say something but the door opened.

You turned your gaze to see Izuku and Tamaki duck through the front door, followed by Endeavor. A jolt of panic coursed up your spine at the sight of the Lieutenant, and you tugged on Bakugou’s sleeve.

“Where is he?” Endeavor’s deep voice echoed in the small office.

“In the cell,” Izuku said and came to a stop next to you and Bakugou, “I’m asking you to let these three go after this, and I’m sure you’ll find that Y/n has been innocent this whole time.”

Endeavor’s turquoise gaze cut between you and Bakugou and his upper lip lifted up into a sneer at the sight of the outlaws in front of him, “the girl I can let go if she proves to be innocent, but Bakugou and Kirishima, I’ll give you both a thirty minute head start and if I find y’all again, I’m putting a bullet between both of your eyes.”

Bakugou snorted, rolling his eyes, “you can try, old man.”

Kirishima stayed silent, not even sparing Endeavor a glance.

Soon all six of you were standing in front of Keigo’s cell. He was laughing again, wiping his mouth occasionally. “You even called Endeavor down? We know that’s a waste of time.”

Endeavor folded his arms over his chest, looking down at his soldier, “You’ve been accused of some pretty serious crimes, Keigo. It’s not the time to joke.”

“It isn’t?” Keigo laughed again, “this is one big joke isn’t it, I mean come on! You’re believin’ these outlaws over me? I never betrayed you, Enji. They never ran away on you.”

“I ran away after findin’ the teeth you hid under your fuckin’ bed,” Bakugou hissed.

“Enough,” Endeavor grunted, glancing down at Tamaki, “where’s that journal Kirishima gave you?”

“Right here,” Tamaki said as he pulled Keigo’s journal off his desk and he handed it to Endeavor.

You pulled your gaze from Endeavor who had begun reading down to Keigo. He had fallen silent, watching his superior read. He looked calm, in fact, he almost looked relieved. You flinched when his gaze snapped to you and he watched you for a moment, keeping silent still.

It made you wonder what he was thinking about. Was he regretting his actions? Or was he envious of you, someone who he planned to put in a cell now free?

“You killed your father?” Endeavor asked, breaking the silence.

“No,” Keigo answered, his voice even now, no hint of amusement at all. He was still watching you.

“No? This is your handwriting, Keigo. Izuku told me about what happened back in the other town. There were several eyewitnesses who saw you shoot Izuku in the street as well.”

Keigo turned his gaze away from you, now looking at the wall.

“Fuckin’ bastard,” Bakugou barked, curling his hands into a fist, “can’t even fuckin’ bear to look at you anymore.”

You were surprised to see Bakugou actually storm out of the office and slam it shut behind him. You then shared a look with Izuku and Kirishima and they sighed, leaving the office to follow Bakugou.

“S”not lookin’ too good for you,” Endeavor said, “look son, just tell the truth and your sentence might not be as bad.”

“My sentence is death, either way, you cut it,” Keigo said, which was enough of a confession for Endeavor to hand the journal back to Tamaki.

“You know, Tokoyami had a lot of potential, it’s a shame,” Endeavor said, shaking his head as Keigo scoffed. He then turned to you. “Miss, you’re free to go now, we’ll send out a post to take down your bounty. I’m truly sorry.”

You nodded, shocked that he let you go so easily. You weren’t exactly crime free now, but you weren’t going to say anything. “Thanks.”

Endeavor tipped his hat at you and turned to Tamaki, “keep ‘em here for another night, and then I’ll take him back to base so he'll be dealt with there.” And then he left, slamming the door behind him so roughly the old building seemed to shake.

Tamaki ran a hand over his face, setting the journal back down on the desk and following Endeavor outside.

Which meant you were alone now with Keigo. You turned towards him, looking at him curled up against the wall, holding his hand on the gunshot wound on his side. He looked nothing like the villain he was before.

He just looked like a normal man to you now.

“Aren’t you going to leave?” Keigo hissed, flashing a glare at you.

You held his gaze a moment longer, and then you left. Not sparing him a second glance as you walked out the door.

Bakugou was already on his horse, getting ready to leave as well. He looked antsy, cracking his knuckles. You got on your horse, waving to Izuku who was heading off with Tamaki. Probably going to help Endeavor, you assumed.

The ride back to the pasture was tense. Bakugou was stiff, muttering under his breath and glancing back at you occasionally, to make sure you were keeping up. Once you reached camp he briefly told you in passing that he was going to go by the lake again, something about how he wanted to be alone again. Which you respected. In the past twenty-four hours you have never seen Bakugou show so much emotion, it must have been overwhelming.

Kirishima stopped his horse next to yours, sighing, “I’ll follow him. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

You nodded, watching as Kirisima took off after Bakugou, riding fast to catch up.

It was a relief to see the others after the morning you had. Mina gave you a meek smile as you dismounted your horse and came to sit next to her. “How’s your arm?” you asked, looking at the makeshift splint and cast Sero had made for her.

“Hurts,” she shrugged, “and yours?”

“Hurts too,” you replied, smiling a little.

“Did they let you go?” Sero asked, looking up at you from where he was cleaning his pistol.

You nodded, “yeah, they cleared my bounty.”

“Hah, must be nice,” Sero snorted, leaning back as he put his hands behind his head, “well, what are you gonna do now with your newly acquired freedom?”

You snorted, “like there’s much to do with it,” You paused, glancing at Sero and Mina in front of you, “I would like to stay with y’all. If you’ll still have me.”

Mina laughed, “that’s gotta be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, Y/n. You’re one of us, you know that.”

You smiled, grimacing when Mina rubbed her knuckles into the top of your head. Even after everything that’s happened between you and this group of outlaws, you now finally felt like you belonged with them. They were your people, your family now.

—---

Later that night when the sun had been long gone, Bakugou and Kirishima came back. He was quiet returning to camp. Stealthily stepping over Sero’s sleeping form as he made his way to you. Kirishima tripped over Mina, barely catching himself as she rolled over on her other side.

You were barely awake, grumbling under your breath as you tried to get comfortable. Your arm still hurt like hell so it was hard to even fall asleep. You rolled over, holding your arm as you lay on your stomach.

A hand at your side had you suddenly rolling over and your eyes snapped open in surprise. You looked over your shoulder to see that it was only Bakugou behind you. He gave you a tired smile as he tugged you into his chest.

You attempted to flip in his embrace so you could face him, and with a little bit of struggling, you finally did. “Where did you go?” you whispered as he ran his hand up and down your side.

“Somewhere,” he murmured, not looking you in the eyes.

In the back of your mind, you knew where Kirishima and him went, and you think he knew it too. You brought your good hand up to his face, smoothing out his furrowed brow with your thumb, “do you feel better knowing he’s gone?”

Bakugou grabbed your hand in his and placed it on his chest. He nodded, “yeah, I do, I think.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say to him. “Well, that’s all that matters then.” You sighed, shutting your eyes as you pressed your forehead into his shoulder.

Bakugou hummed, settling down as he continued to hold your hand. Everything that he’s worked towards for so many years has finally come to a close. It felt weird not knowing what to do next. He knew at least he didn’t want to be on the run forever, and he knew the others didn’t as well. He exhaled softly as he looked around at the others, watching them for a moment before looking back at you.

At least he had you, and he figured that was something to put all his time into now, and he’d happily do it.

—---------

The summer days were growing short and the leaves on the trees were beginning to turn from cool green to brilliant reds and oranges. The air was cool, rattling the drying grass as you squinted your eyes.

You brought your arm up to shield the sun from your eyes, gritting your teeth as some pain rattled up your arm, but it was so much better than before. “There,” you said, now pointing towards a large boulder in the distance.

Bakugou snorted as he shook his head, “princess, we’ve raced at least a hundred times now, and every time I’ve told you that you’re a faster rider than me.”

“Well I wanna hear it again,” you said with a wide grin, “C’mon, Katsuki, maybe you’ll beat me this time?”

Bakugou glanced at you, fighting off a smile, “okay fine, you count down then.”

You grinned, starting to count down, and once you reached zero, and you both took off racing towards the boulder up ahead. You glanced over at Bakugou who was barely behind you and gaining speed.

“Think you’re gonna lose this time,” Bakugou shouted from next to you, trying to grab at his hat before it flew off.

You frowned, kicking your horse's sides as you gripped his mane. Your horse huffed and then sped up, easily passing Bakugou’s and flying past the boulder. As you came to a stop you glanced back to see Bakugou slowing down right behind you, shaking his head as you turned around to greet him with a smug grin.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “You’re a faster rider than me,” he said while he shook some hair from his eyes.

“I am aren’t I,” you replied grinning.

[crikeygatormate]

Something Follows

Hi all, this is my post for @cyancherub Wheel of Misfortune! Plz check it out if you haven't theres tons of great fics there!!! Hopefully, you all like it! I rewrote this about five times lol. Also, this is my second time writing smut, so apologies if it's a little awkward lmao overall though I had a fun time writing this! :) banner creds goes to the bhna manga lol

My theme was Wraith!Shigaraki x F!reader w/ knifeplay

Warnings: (If I missed any plz let me know!) Gore, Detailed Description of corpses, general violence, knives, non-con/dub-con, implied vomiting (sorry ik its gross), gagging, alcohol, weed, mentioned drug use resulting in overdose, crime report, major character(s) death/death in general, knife play, temperature play(?), dacryphilia, blood kink, scent kink, voyeurism-ish, Dom/switch-shig, switch-reader, degradation, praise kink, choking, oral f-receiving, overstimulation, nipple play (is that a thing idk), begging?

Word Count: 10.1k

18+ ONLY and Dark Content Ahead!!

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October 31, 1967: A large grass fire at Yuii Farms resulted in one casualty. Suspected missing person Tomura Shigaraki, 24, male, responsible for the fire. Ritual remnants were found at the scene; suspected cause of the fire. Shigaraki’s remains were recovered. The autopsy confirmed LSD and amphetamines in Shigaraki’s system at the time of death.

Case #79641 Resolved.

Since 1967 someone in town would go missing during the week of Halloween. It was never a specific kind of person, so finding out who the killer was has remained a mystery. During your first year at university, an old lady who worked in the freshman cafeteria went missing. The next year a pledge went missing. There was no pattern except someone always went missing and never returned.

Not surprisingly, this was unsettling for the small college town, so they adopted a folktale shortly after people started to go missing. It basically revolved around a college student that died on Halloween in 1967. Tomura Shigaraki. He had been missing for a few weeks before he was confirmed dead. Apparently, the rumor was that he was heavily interested in witchcraft and prolonging his life. Some say whatever spell he did in Yuii Farms backfired and bound him to that field for all of eternity, and he would only come out during the week of Halloween to feed on one poor soul who got too close to the field he died in.

You thought this was all bullshit. If the people in this silly little college town looked at the police report they’d find that the poor guy overdosed on drugs and set fire to the field he was in, resulting in his death. Not that anyone seemed to care about that little bit of information.

Still, though, no one dared to enter the old wheat field behind frat row. Sometimes a few frats would haze their new members into running into the middle of the field and then right back out. Obviously, nothing would happen, but that didn’t matter, no one was willing to walk in there. Not even the old farmer who still lives on the land will work the field Shigaraki died in.

Yet, every year the field would yield a new crop of wheat.

You did try to entertain the idea that there was a monster lurking behind the tall stalks of wheat waiting to snatch its prey from the streets. Although, every time you passed by the field all you saw was just…wheat. The whole thing was honestly a lame little story to bring an old college town a little more excitement.

Your night so far was anything but exciting.

“Y/n, I’m not,” Denki hiccuped, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was starting to pale, “not feelin’ so good.”

You turned towards your friend, squinting as the strobe lights in the room you were in just turned on. Denki swayed, clutching his stomach as he waited for you to respond to him. You sighed, “did Bakugou make you shotgun beers with him again?”

Denki nodded, swallowing thickly, “yeah, I thought I could beat em’. I got close this time.”

“Hah, okay whatever you say, buddy.” you snickered as you gently wrapped your hand around Denki’s forearm and began leading him to the bathroom. “You know,” you glanced back at him over your shoulder as he stumbled after you, “you can always tell Bakugou you don’t want to shotgun beers with him.”

Denki shook his head, “you know how he gets.” He let out a whine as you opened the bathroom door, bathing you both in fluorescent light.

You wrinkled your nose at the state of the bathroom. It was a wreck, toilet paper was everywhere. The amount of dirt? Was that dirt (hopefully) on the tile floors was flat out nasty. Not to mention the questionable mold growing in every corner of the bathroom. The mirror was blurry with who knows what and the toilets...well no comment. You briefly wondered how the guys even put up with such a dirty bathroom. “Alright,” you turned to Denki and opened a stall with the heel of your boot, “c’mon.”

Denki surged past you and practically crumbled to the floor, limp. He then weakly hoisted himself up closer to the toilet bowl. “This is gross,” he slurred, eyes darting to a questionable stain on the toilet seat.

You nodded as you squatted down by him, “just a bit.” Your nose wrinkled as Denki leaned over the toilet and coughed harshly. “Easy, sparky, “ you said as you rubbed his back, waiting for him to finish.

Denki sniffled, eyes watering as he looked at you with a trembling bottom lip, “can you get me water?”

“Of course,” you replied with a small smile as you stood back up, “now don’t get any ideas about running away, okay?”

Denki nodded, eyelids drooping as he let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll stay put.”

“I mean it, Denki,” you warned, “don’t go anywhere.”

Denki weakly gave you a thumbs up as you left the bathroom shaking your head. The guy had a knack for running away when he got drunk. The number of times you and your friends have had to track him down over the years was astonishing. Granted, with how bad of shape he was in now, you didn’t think he would run off this time.

Now that you were outside of the bathroom, the air around you had jumped up at least five degrees and everything felt wet. You liked house parties much more than frat parties just because of how many people the guys managed to stuff in this place, it was suffocating at times.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you slipped in and out of different groups of people heading towards the drink room.

Thankfully, this room was not as full as the hallways or the other rooms, so you could breathe a little better.

“Can I get a water bottle please?” you asked the freshman behind the bar who looked absolutely miserable.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice gloomy, but then he stiffened and smiled brightly. “Here you go!”

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden mood change, “thanks.” You took the warm bottle from him and turned around to see a bare chest. “Move out of the way,” you grumbled, not even sparing the person in front of you a glance.

“Oi, that’s not very nice,” Bakugou sneered, moving over so you couldn’t get past him.

You sighed and glanced up at him, “something you need?”

Bakugou bared his teeth, “yeah, where’s Dinky? The last time I saw him he said he needed to find you.”

You folded your arms over your chest and glared at Bakugou, your eyes narrowed as you remained silent.

“Where's this attitude comin’ from?” Bakugou snapped.

“Well,” you began, puffing your cheeks out in mild anger, “you know Denki was already smoking tonight and you made him shotgun all those beers. Poor guy is puking his guts out. You know he can’t say no to you.”

“He just can’t hold his beer,” Bakugou snorted, “it’s not like I forced him to drink all those beers.”

You quirked an eyebrow and harshly poked Bakugou in his chest, “yeah right.”

Bakugou smirked flicking your finger away from his chest, “well whatever, I don’t fucking care. Just show me where he is, I need him, Kiri, and Deku to help me gather up these dumbass pledges. They’ve gotta drink more, this party is lame.”

“Aren’t you a responsible president,” you said, voice snide, “and he’s in the bathroom.”

Bakugou huffed, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye as he pushed past you to head to the bathroom. The crowd in the hallway immediately parted for him, presumably because everyone was scared of him...for obvious reasons.

You trailed after him, tugging at the wrapper around the water bottle. Just staring at the back of his head you knew he was smirking at all the guys who cowered away from him. It made you want to kick him in the back of the knee, just so he would stumble. Knock his ego down a little bit.

Bakugou opened the bathroom door and then promptly turned around, a scowl set heavy on his features, “he’s not here.”

“What do you mean he’s not here?” you asked, shocked, as you slipped past him. Your eyes widened in disbelief, Denki was gone. “Oh great.”

Bakugou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “go outside, I’ll go get everyone.”

---

And that’s how you found yourself outside of the frat house at one am in the morning coming up with a game plan to find Denki before he does something stupid.

“After tonight I’m fuckin’ done looking for his dumbass. He needs to learn to stay put,” Bakugou grumbled as he yanked a sweatshirt over his head.

You snorted, “says the guy who made him shot gun all those beers.” You grinned when Bakugou shot you a nasty glare and you shrugged. “If he would have just stayed high tonight, which I’m sure he would of, Denki probably would still be here.”

Bakugou gave you a twisted smile, “well aren’t you miss smarty-pants tonight, huh?”

“Okay,” Midoriya interjected quickly, “let’s just focus on finding Denki before he ends up somewhere he shouldn’t.”

“Like last time when he wandered to the dean's house and threw up in her flower pot?” Mina added, “yeah I don’t want to go through alcohol awareness training a third time.”

You huffed, nodding in agreement as you yanked off your cat ears. They were starting to give you a headache, “well, why don’t we go search in the usual places he goes to and if we don’t find anything we can meet back here and come up with another plan?”

“I like that idea,” Kirishima said brightly, grinning at you widely. “Denki’s gone to that pizza place by the bars a few times.”

“He also goes to the park near east campus,” Sero added with a nod.

“Or he might go back to the dean's house?” Mina said with a shiver.

“Or the dumbass might have passed out somewhere around here,” Bakugou concluded.

“Then let's split up?” Midoriya offered as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “Kacchan, you and Kirishima can go to the pizza place and then the park since they’re fairly close to each other. Sero and Mina, you both can stop by the dean’s house, and Y/n and I can look around here for him. Does that sound good?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “whatever, c’mon Eijirou,” he snapped, roughly grabbing Kirishima’s arm, making the redhead stumble after him. “Text in the group chat if any of you losers find him, kay?”

“So brash,” Mina said with a huff as she and Sero left to head towards the neighborhood the dean lived in.

You turned towards Midoriya, “I guess we better start looking.”

He nodded, “I guess so.”

You two walked in silence for a while. The only noise being the thump of the bass from various houses you passed. The air was frigid as you walked down the old cracked sidewalk, making you wish you brought a jacket. There were some guys passed out near the sidewalk or the occasional couple pressed against the side of a house, but Denki was nowhere to be found.

You kicked a pebble, it bounced against the street once, twice before rolling to a stop by a storm drain. “I don’t think we’re gonna find him here, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked down at you, his evergreen hair starting to sway as a cold wind picked up, “we haven’t looked around back.”

You looked up at him and then back down at your shoes, “you really think he’s gonna go back there? You know how scared Denki is of that field.”

Midoriya nodded, “you’re probably right.” He then snickered and lightly bumped you with his elbow, “so you believe the folktale now, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, straightening your posture to bump back into him, “you kidding? That’s like the biggest load of bullshit ever.”

He shrugged, a grin growing across his features, “I don’t know, it is a little spooky.”

“Spooky,” you echoed. “My grade in O-chem is more spooky than that story,” you countered.

Midoriya laughed, his shoulders bouncing slightly as he shook his head, “that’s not surprising.”

Your eyebrows rose in mild offense, “hey! I thought you were supposed to be the “nice supportive” guy in our group?”

“That’s Kiri’s job,” Midoriya replied, his smile now forming into a smirk.

You huffed, glancing at the wheat field that was coming into your view, and then back at him, “oh yeah? Then who are you supposed to be then?”

Midoriya shrugged, leaning down closer to you, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

You let out a breath, cheeks becoming hot as he started to laugh at your embarrassment. With a shake of your head you looked away from him and towards the field, feeling your stomach flip a few times. You were about to say something until something shiny caught your eye. “Look!” you said as you tugged on Midoriya’s jacket, “I think there’s something by the fence over there!”

Midoriya stiffened; he glanced towards the rotting fence by the wheat field, “there’s nothing there.”

You shook your head as you bounded towards the fence. Low and behold there was Denki’s dab pen right by the rotting post, “Midoriya, c’mere!” you shouted, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand, “look this is Denki’s!”

Midoriya begrudgingly made his way over to you, eyes darting between you and the wheat field, “we don’t know that’s his,” he said quickly.

“No, look it is,” you answered as you picked it up, “see there's that little sticker of a pikachu he put on it.” You held the pen up to Midoriya’s face, pointing at the sticker, “he must be close, you know he’d never willingly lose this, drunk or not.”

Midoriya pressed his lips into a thin line, “I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped the pen into your skirt pocket, “he probably wandered into the field and passed out, and I know that’s his pen. I know you know it’s his too.”

Midoriya’s frown deepened, “Denki did not go into the field, he’s not that stupid.”

“But he was super crossed,” you countered, “we can’t just not look in there. What if he got hurt?”

“Well what if we get hurt if we go in there?” Midoriya shot back.

You frowned, “are you for real?”

“What do you mean?” Midoriya began, clearly growing uncomfortable, “I’m not going in there.”

“This is ridiculous. That folktale is not real and our friend very well may be in there freezing his ass off or hurt. Midoriya, this is serious,” you argued.

“Y/n, c’mon,” Midoriya proclaimed, a twinge of anger present in his deep voice, “Denki would not go in there.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you watched Midoriya furrow his brows. He was clearly frustrated with you, but you were frustrated with him too. You let out a short breath, “fine, you know what? You can stay here, I’ll go look for him alone since you’re being a pussy.”

Midoriya’s mouth dropped in shock, “being a pussy? Are you kidding-”

“I’m not!” you cut him off and turned on your heel, heading towards the edge of the field.

Midoriya’s eyes widened and he shot forward, grabbing you by the elbow, “don’t go in there, please-”

You yanked your arm out of his grasp, “I am, and I know you’re not gonna stop me.” With that you shot him a nasty glare before stepping over the fence and into the field. You began walking and did not look back.

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The air around you was growing colder and colder the longer you walked through the field. You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand as you stomped through the stalks of wheat. They crunched under the weight of your boot with a satisfying snap. They almost sounded frozen.

The wind hissed around you, expertly weaving through the wheat as you came to a stop. With a grumble of frustration you pulled out your phone to turn on your flashlight, something you should have done way earlier because there was practically no light.

Your fingers almost felt numb as you unlocked your phone and turned on the flashlight, illuminating the field in front of you in cold white light. “Damn,” you muttered, your breath was misting in front of you. It didn’t seem to be this cold earlier.

“Denki!” you softly called out, scoffing at yourself. No one was out here, so why were you whispering? “Denki” you shouted louder, sighing when you didn’t hear anything back. He was probably still passed out.

You continued your trek through the field rubbing your arms to get warm and mulling over the conversation you had with Midoriya. Were you too mean to him? He was being pretty forward about you not going into the field...but to be fair you did have pretty good evidence.

You groaned, shaking your head. For the longest time you’ve had the fattest crush on him and you might as well have ruined everything by being an ass. Just when he was starting to warm up to you too. “Fucking great,” you muttered, teeth starting to chatter.

How long have you been walking through here? Fifteen minutes? Thirty? You glanced down at your phone to see that it was frozen. Like actually frozen, the screen was black, flashing a warning sign about being too cold, and then your flashlight went out. You stilled, blinking hard as your eyes adjusted to the dark again.

Not going to lie, you were starting to get a little nervous being out here all alone. Especially now that you couldn’t see that far ahead of you. You frowned and squared your shoulders. You were not gonna wimp out and run back to Midoriya with your tail between your legs. Denki was in this damn field and you were gonna find him if it was the last thing you were ever gonna do. Figuratively of course.

“Denki!” you shouted again walking forward at a brisk pace, “C’mon! I know you’re in here!”

No response.

“Denki!” You shouted and then let out a shriek of shock when you tripped over a heavy rock and landed flat on your face. “Shit,” you whined wincing as you sat up to wipe the dirt off your face. You squinted, glancing at the rock you tripped over. It was large, probably about four feet wide and three feet tall? How did you manage to trip over that?

Your muscles protested slightly as you stood back on your feet, brushing your skirt off as you inspected the rock. It looked a bit like a table actually. What was it doing all the way out here? You shrugged and stepped up onto it, hoping to get a better view of the field in front of you so you could maybe spot Denki’s golden hair somewhere now that the moon was starting to show.

“Denki!” Your voice was now wavering a bit and you tightened your grip around your phone. Why were you scared? You didn’t know, but you could feel an overwhelming sense of dread starting to wash over you in waves, and you felt a sharp tug in your gut telling you to run.

With a quick pant you jumped down from the rock and began jogging back through the field towards the frat houses, hoping to find Denki on the way back. You weren’t being weak for backing out right?

You stopped, huffing as you shook your head, you weren’t going to prove Midoriya right, now matter how much you wanted to leave. So you turned around and headed towards the rock, and to your luck you spotted a head of golden hair just a few feet in front of you.

With a crooked grin you squatted down next to Denki and poked the side of his head, “dude, I thought I told you not to run away.”

No response.

You raised an eyebrow as you poked Denki’s head again, “c’mon wake up, sparky.”

No response.

Your heart jumped in your throat as you poked him again. Was he hurt? Did he drink too much? “Oh no,” you muttered moving around to get a better look at his face, “Denki, please wake up I-” your words died in your throat as you stared at the face in front of you.

It was not Denki.

The person you were holding in your hands was the guy who went missing last year. Some kid you forgot that name of, but you would never forget his face. It was practically plastered up on every part of campus for weeks, and here he was right in your hands. A gag wormed its way up your throat as you stared at the corpse in front of you.

You couldn’t seem to let go of his face as he stared back at you with milky, partially decomposed eyes. His skin was cold and firm under your fingertips, almost like leather...and the smell. The smell was too much to bear and you instantly threw down his face, suppressing another gag as his head bent at an odd angle causing some bugs to crawl from his open mouth.

You were frozen, stuck in place as this person stared back at you. His expression of pain was still readable on his decomposed face. Your hands shook violently as you swallowed thickly. So there was a killer out here.

When your brain seemed to kick back into gear you were off, boots digging into the hard cold earth as you scrambled to run. Panic had now set in as you let out harsh cries, and your blood surged in your ears as you sprinted towards the edge of the field crying for Midoriya. Although you couldn’t even hear yourself talking you were apologizing over and over again for even taking a step into the field.

Before you even thought you had reached the fence you had tripped over something else. Your body didn’t even register the pain as you pulled yourself up. Again to your horror you turned around to see that you had tripped over another body. The old lady from the cafeteria who went missing your freshman year. She was mostly bones and fibers now, but her work clothes clung to her frame. Her name tag was glistening in the moonlight and partially covered by dried blood.

The world seemed to blur as you stood up again and started to run. Your thoughts were nowhere near coherent and you were stumbling through the wheat, hiccuping as a steady stream of tears rolled down your cheeks. At last after running for what felt like hours, you collapsed on the ground. Your phone tumbled out of your pocket and landed with a soft thud on the ground next to you.

It took you a short while to realize that you were back by the rock you tripped over earlier. It was then you also realized you had been running in circles. “Fuck,” you hissed, not daring to wipe your eyes with your hands. With a sigh of defeat you slid down against the rock, curling in on yourself to stop yourself from shaking.

Unknown to you, some carvings on the side of the stone you were leaning against briefly glowed before dissipating. A strong burst of wind tore the field and then it was completely still. The silence was deafening and you lifted your head, sniffling slightly and glancing around your surroundings.

You were alone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

The wheat stalks in front of you swayed slightly and you froze. There in the darkness was a pair of red eyes, bright and unblinking and looking at you.

A soft cry escaped your lips as you pushed yourself against the rock. Whoever was staring at you was now starting to laugh. Their laugh was cold and it made you feel like lead had entered your veins. You shakily leaned down and yanked your pocket knife from your boot and flipped it open, holding it in front of you. You always kept it close when going out, just in case you ran into someone or something that could potentially harm you.

“Stay back,” you meekly announced, your eyes remaining trained on the glowing pair of eyes.

They cackled again before speaking. “You poor thing,” the cold voice hissed from the wheat.

Your bottom lip trembled harshly as you pushed yourself harder against the rock, “I mean it!”

The owner of the red eyes stepped out of the wheat, and to your surprise, it was a guy around your age. He was tall and dressed in all black aside from a pair of red sneakers. Your gaze snapped back to his face to see that he still had his blood red eyes trained on you.

“You should know, that little weapon won’t work on me, but” he shrugged as he began to lean forward, “you can surely try.” Then he lunged towards you, eyes wild, teeth bared, and hand outstretched towards your neck.

You screamed, flinching hard as you blindly slashed out your knife, only to see that your weapon phased through him. His form flickered briefly before he wrapped a large hand around your neck. You choked, the knife dropping from your hand as he easily picked you up by the neck and slammed you back down on the flat of the rock.

He looked down at you, a sadistic grin growing across his pale features, “told ya.” His grin grew larger at the sight of you squirming and gasping in his grasp. “Oh you’re perfect,” he purred, exposing his pointed teeth even more as he practically began drooling.

You winced as some of his saliva spattered on your cheek. His hold tightened on your neck and you let out another gasp, hands now clawing at his surprisingly built arm, “please,” you croaked.

He tilted his head, “please what?”

“Please,” you repeated, struggling to spit out your words, “please let me live.”

He laughed, it was bitter and hoarse, “let you live? Oh you silly girl. You think I’d let you go so willinging when you practically wandered in here all by yourself?” He shook his head and leaned down close to you, “what made you even think that? You must not be very smart.”

You squirmed in his grasp, all your energy was focused on survival. “Please,” you inhaled weakly as your vision started to go, “Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki’s red eyes widened slightly in interest and he hummed, “oh? So you know my name?”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you started to thrash your legs out, hoping he would loosen his hold on your neck.

“Interesting,” he commented, tapping his ice-cold fingers against your jugular. “You know, most of the time my food doesn’t know my name, but I guess they never had time to talk. You’re lucky, pet.”

You nodded quickly, digging your nails into his arm as you desperately tried to appease him some way. “You don’t,” you coughed harshly, “you don’t have to eat me.”

“I don’t have to?” Shigaraki hissed, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “who says I need your permission?”

Your legs kicked out again in pure desperation which allowed him to move in between them. Not that you really noticed at the time. Blackness crept around the edges of your vision as you choked out another reply, “I’ll do anything.”

Shigaraki tilted his head, “anything?” He pondered your words for a moment before releasing his death grip on your neck just for a moment so you could suck in a breath.

“Yes, anything, just please let me live,” you pleaded. Your eyes were desperately searching his for any kind of empathy towards you.

Shigaraki hummed, red eyes trailing down your body briefly. You were dressed in probably the smallest top he’s ever seen, and he could easily see your nipples poking out from beneath the black fabric. He moved his gaze down further past your bare tummy to your skirt which was bunched around the top of your soft thighs, then down to the cat tail between your legs - and he was hit with a realization; when was the last time he had someone as cute as you wander into this field? Probably not since the eighties… which was a long time ago now.

Your breathing began to grow heavy as you watched his eyes trail over your body. “Please,” you whimpered, you probably looked absolutely pathetic right now.

Shigaraki hummed, leaning down further so his chest was now touching yours and he suppressed a shiver. You were so warm. “I suppose I don’t have to eat you.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded furiously as a grin of relief crossed your features, “thank you, I’m so sorry for walking into your field, thank you so-”

He slapped his hand over your mouth, pinching the fat of your cheeks between his fingers, “I didn’t say you could leave.”

Your heart sank at his word. He wasn’t going to let you leave? Then what did he want from you? More tears welled up in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Now don’t get all pouty again,” Shigaraki cooed meanly, taking his hand off your mouth to place it by your head. He leaned closer to bring his mouth by your ear, “I’ll let you leave, if you’re good.”

You shivered as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. He was so cold against you. “If I’m good?” you whispered, hiccuping between soft cries.

Shigaraki nodded, moving the hand that wasn’t by your head down the side of your body. Barely brushing his fingertips against your skin till he reached the top of your thighs. “That’s right, pet. If you’re a good girl for me, I might just let you go.”

You glanced down at his large hand now resting on the top of your bare thigh. Your breath started to stutter a bit. He wanted that? This monster that came out once a year to eat people from your town wanted fuck you? “I don’t understand?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing as you looked back at his face that was mere inches from yours.

“I think you do understand,” he jeered, glancing down to where you were pressed against the front of his jeans. “Or you wouldn’t have been squirming so much. Not that I mind, really,” he hissed, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

To your horror, you realized that the entire time you’ve been crying, you had been subtly rutting your hips up against the front of his pants. “I-I,” you stuttered not knowing what you were even thinking at the moment.

“Poor thing,” Shigaraki tutted, his hand on your thigh now moving to harshly grab at your hip. He dug his fingers into your warm skin and pulled you flush against him, “you really are stupid,” he taunted, “can’t even form a sentence.”

With a snarl, he quickly snaked his hand up to your crop top and harshly pulled it down, the thin fabric easily tearing away from your body. Your breast slightly bounced from the force of him tugging down your shirt and your nipples pebbled in the cold air.

You let out a harsh cry as he roughly pinched one of your nipples between two freezing fingers. He was being so rough, groping your chest with hard fingers that you were sure going to leave a mark. However, you found yourself enjoying his hands on you. The same hands that have destroyed so many people from your town.

“Sensitive?” he taunted, red eyes glowing more brightly as you rolled your hips against his for more friction. He sucked his teeth making a tutting sound as he shook his head, a sinister grin enveloping his features. “I’m starting to think you walked in here on purpose?”

You whined as he delivered a harsh slap to your chest before trailing his hand down your stomach, fingers branching out widely to grasp at your skin. “I didn’t,” you panted, feeling want start to burn in your tummy.

Shigaraki chuckled, bringing his face down closer to yours, brushing his cool lips against yours, red eyes never leaving yours. You huffed out another whine, your warm breath kissing his cold skin, making him grin as his fingers had now reached the band of your panties. “Is that so?” he began, wasting no time and ripping the fabric away from your pussy. He smirked as he ran one long finger through your slit gathering your wetness on his finger. “Then why are you so wet?” he rasped.

You let out a needy whine as you watched him put his finger in his mouth and groan. Why were you enjoying this so much? You saw what he did to those people, how could you even trust that he’d let you go after he was done with you?

Shigaraki removed his finger from his mouth with a soft sigh, watching you closely. “Are you gonna be good and tell me the truth?”

You shook your head, starting to feel frustrated that he stopped touching you, “I swear I didn’t!”

Shigaraki laughed darkly and shook his head, “I’m disappointed in you, pet.” He brought his hand back down between your legs hovering a bit as he mulled over his next words. “I’ll give ya one more try to give me the right answer. If not,” he shrugged and opened his mouth, exposing his sharp teeth again, “I might just have to break our promise. I’m sure you’ll be sweet either way,” he said, letting his long tongue slip from his mouth with a soft pant.

You squirmed in his grasp as more of his saliva dripped on your bare skin and slid down your sides. The throb between your legs was becoming unbearable as he ghosted his fingertips along your slit and around your clit. Did you want this all along? Making fun of him and the folktale around his death for years, perhaps hoping the monster in the field would snatch you up? How did you even know if Denki was in here in the first place, and more importantly why did you come alone?

He was right.

You wanted this. You wanted to live out some deep dark fantasy that was tucked away from the light of day so bad that you wandered in here hoping to find it. A soft breath escaped you as you stared back up at Shigaraki’s predatory eyes. He was wonderfully terrifying and despite being so close to death you had never felt more alive. You finally nodded.

Shigaraki’s sinister grin grew larger, stretching up and splitting into his cheeks at your answer. “I thought so,” he snarled and then roughly shoved two fingers inside you without any warning, shivering at the sound of your harsh cries.

You keened, clawing at his chest as he roughly pumped his fingers in and out of your gummy hole. He was being so rough that it almost hurt, but at the same time the overwhelming sense of pleasure he was giving you was unbearable. “Shig,” you hissed out, not even able to say his whole name. You let out another breathy moan as he pushed the pads of his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot.

“Oh?” he commented, grin growing impossibly longer. “You like that?” he cooed, bending his head down to the side of your neck and inhaling loudly. He could smell how sweet your blood was, but more importantly, how sweet your soul was. With a purr of satisfaction, he let his tongue slip past his lips and he ran it along the muscle of your neck.

You squirmed at the feeling of Shigaraki’s freezing tongue on your neck, it almost seemed like he was tasting you. Another high whine escaped your lips when he suddenly slipped in another finger, scissoring you open for him. You wanted more of him and with a newfound sense of infatuation, you lifted your hands back to his chest and ran them along the planes of his muscles before letting them come to rest at the nape of his neck. You harshly wound your almost numb fingers into his hair and yanked his head up causing him to grunt in surprise. Not wasting any more time you practically smashed your lips into his nipping harshly at his bottom lip.

Shigaraki hissed into the kiss as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, and he slipped his free hand back around your neck, digging his nails into your neck. A deep grumble of satisfaction echoed from his chest and you pressed your chest against his in a futile attempt to get closer to him.

You whined needly into the kiss when he started to circle your clit roughly with his thumb. “Shit,” you whimpered as you tore your lips away from his to throw your head back against the rock, your breathing becoming more erratic.

“You’re a nasty one,” Shigaraki harshly whispered against your lips, grinning as he felt you clamp down on his fingers. “You like getting fingered by me? A killer, a monster?”

You nodded feverishly, chanting out a string of yeses as you felt the coil in your tummy start to tighten as he pressed his thumb down harder on your clit.

“Yeah you do,” Shigaraki praised as he kept his pace. He hummed, tilting his head down to look at his fingers and letting out a groan when he saw how wet they were with your slick. He could feel your hips starting to buck up against his hand and your hands tugging on his hair harder.

Sparks of pleasure were starting to tingle up your spine and your tummy was beginning to feel impossibly tight. You were nearly incoherent, your whines and whimpers growing louder and louder. “I think,” you hissed, taking a shuddering breath as your bleary eyes focused in on the monster above you, “m’ gonna,” you tried again, but let out a yelp when Shigaraki suddenly shoved a fourth finger in.

“Poor thing,” Shigaraki taunted, his breaths becoming heavy as he watched you start to shake beneath him, tears beginning to wet your eyelashes, “go on and be a good girl and cum for me, pet.”

That was all you needed to send you over and a sob of pleasure escaped you as you writhed against him, holding his ice-cold form close to yours. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he whispered snide comments in your ear, still harshly pumping his fingers out of your hole.

And then you heard a shout.

It was your name, someone was shouting your name.

Shigaraki froze, fingers still inside of you, slowing down as he lifted his head from the side of your neck, “someone is looking for you? Must have lost their pet huh?” he teased, watching your face contort in fear.

Your pounding heart sank in terror. Midoriya had wandered in here looking for you. Why would he do that? Your fingers dug into Shigaraki’s scalp more harshly, trying to anchor him to you.

“Nervous?” Shigaraki hummed, red eyes flicking to the wheat to your left. He knew whoever was in here was getting close.

“Please,” you whimpered, fresh tears starting to roll down your cheeks, “please don’t.” You flinched when Midoriya shouted for you again.

Shigaraki cackled, pulling his fingers out of your hole with a loud squelch. He remained silent watching you grow more scared, hearing your heart pounding wildly in your chest. It made him want to take you even more. A soft glare caught his eye and he glanced down to see your knife on the ground and he quickly bent down and picked it up, twirling the blade between his long fingers.

“Shigaraki, please,” you begged, “please just leave him alone.”

“Still gotta eat, baby,” he snarled, grinning at your conflict.

You shook your head, grabbing at the bottom of his shirt, “then have me, don’t eat him.” You shook, feeling dread weigh heavy on your chest at your words, but you had to. You couldn’t let him hurt Midoriya. Not since it was your fault Midoriya walked in here in the first place.

Shigaraki’s eyes widened with interest and he slinked back down on top of you, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, “well I suppose that could be arranged.”

You took a shuddering breath, as a quiet sob escaped you. “Okay,” you muttered, your heart was in your throat when you watched him lick his lips.

“One thing,” he murmured, bringing his lips down to yours again and darting his tongue out to wipe up your tears, “just gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You nodded and then completely froze when you felt the cold metal of your own blade press against your neck.

“That’s it, good girl,” Shigaraki cooed, pushing the blade harder against your neck, transfixed on the way your soft skin broke around the serrated edges, bright red blood pilling around the knife. With a hiss, he lifted the blade and ran it down your neck, your chest, and your stomach before coming to a stop by your femoral artery in your inner thigh. He seemed to slither down your body before kneeling in between your legs and hungrily staring at your weeping slit.

You didn’t dare move as he pressed the tip of the blade to your inner thigh, feeling a sharp sting when it broke your skin. Your ears perked at the sound of his low groan before he pressed his lips to your inner thigh and sharply sucked on your skin making you let out a hiss.

“Sweet,” Shigaraki moaned, licking his lips as he continued to lap at the cut on your thigh. With a satisfied sigh, he ran his hands on top of your thighs before harshly digging his fingers into your muscle and yanking your forward till you were right in front of his face.

Your breathing was starting to grow heavy again as you propped yourself up on your elbows watching him with lidded eyes as he laid a heavy arm across your tummy and pressed your blade to the side of your abdomen.

Midoriya shouted your name again and Shigaraki grinned, and suddenly licked a long stripe up the center of your slit making you gasp.

The knife at your side slid down your skin, splitting it open and letting blood trickle down your sides. “I said be quiet,” Shigaraki growled, tearing his gaze away from your center to stare you down.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek hard as he looked back down. He let out a soft breath before inhaling sharply, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Your nerves literally felt like they were sparking at the thought of Midoriya finding you here… like this. With him, with the monster with a split smile, sharp teeth, and red eyes face first in your pussy.

You bit back a loud whine when he licked up your center again, a low growl rumbling in his chest making you shake from the vibrations of his voice.

Shigaraki chuckled before continuing to lap at your slit. You were so sweet, the sweetest thing that could have ever fallen into his hands. He dug his fingers into the soft skin on your stomach as he started to grow more aggressive with his actions. His eyes flicked up to see that you were no longer watching him, but you were laying back down with your forearm over your eyes, and he grinned as he placed a chaste kiss to your clit before sucking on it harshly.

Your eyes shot open as you tried to conceal your moans with your palm, biting at your skin to keep quiet as he ate you out.

Shigaraki groaned quietly, swallowing down your slick greedily as your hips ground down against his face. “So fucking good,” he muttered between breaths.

You were starting to grow desperate as mewls slipped past your lips. Another shout of your name had you clenching around nothing which didn’t go unnoticed.

A deep chuckle slipped past Shigaraki’s lips, “slut,” he hissed. “You want him to find you?” He asked as he glanced down at your pussy, “so fucking wet you’re dripping everywhere,” he groaned palming himself through his jeans as he brought his lips back to your clit and sucked hard.

“Oh god,” you whined, your nails dug into the rock wincing when the knife at your side cut at your skin again. But you didn’t even seem to care about being quiet anymore, the pain and pleasure you were feeling was starting to become overwhelming. Your face was growing hot with shame at the sloppy sounds of Shigaraki’s tongue in your hole.

“Y/n!” Midoriya’s panicked voice echoed throughout the field, “where are you?”

“He’s getting close,” Shigaraki hummed and he brought his hand back up to your clit to start rubbing harsh circles, making you sob. He grinned, feeling your thighs starting to shake on his shoulders, “you gonna be quiet?”

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to bite back your moans and cries. Everything was becoming too much for you as you started to reach your high. With your hand over your mouth you let out another high keen and then squirmed feeling the knife cut into you once more, this time he dragged the blade down the center of your abdomen.

“Are you crying?” Shigaraki chastised as he spit onto your slit before lapping up his spit and your slick. He wanted you to scream, come undone and have your friend come see you like, all spread out and fucked over by him.

Your toes curled inside your boots as you felt your stomach muscle tighten, you were sniffling and crying as he delivered a quick slap on your clit before placing his cold mouth over it again, sucking hard. Footsteps sounded behind you and you leaned your head back, hearing the sound of shoes crunching through the wheat.

He was close, too close. Guilt clawed at your insides as you listened to Midoriya’s footsteps. You were so sick for doing this. Your eyes widened in shock when Shigaraki slipped two fingers inside your hole and began pumping his fingers fast, instantly pushing you over the edge. “Oh fuck,” you cried out hoarsely as you were thrown over the edge, your whole body trembling as Shigaraki laughed from between your legs.

“Y/n?” Midoriya’s voice called out again, “was that you?”

You were practically sobbing from overstimulation as Shigaraki continued to roughly circle your clit with the pads of his thumb, “s’too much,” you whined quietly, barely able to watch him rise up from the ground.

“Oh we’re just getting started,” he cooed, red eyes focusing on the scarlet blood beading from your cuts. With an animalistic growl, he leaned down, licking a long stripe up your bare stomach, shivering at the taste of your blood, while he stepped out of his jeans.

Another whine hissed through your lips when looked at the large bulge in his boxers. “Take this off,” you muttered, bringing your hands down to the base of his shirt and running your hands underneath the stiff fabric.

Shigaraki hissed as your warm hands ran up his chest, and to his surprise you lightly rolled his nipples between two fingers, tearing a low whine from his lips.

A lazy smile stretched across your lips at the sound of his whine, it sent shockwaves straight to your core. “Sensitive?” you cooed, copying his words from earlier. With another quick movement of your hands, you were pulling his shirt up, and he quickly yanked the fabric over his head and threw it to the ground. Your eyes widened at the sight of his body. His pale skin was covered in thick scars, and when the moonlight hit him right you could see his form phase.

“Y/n! C’mon, this isn’t funny!” Midoriya shouted again, he sounded scared.

At this point, you now could really care less if Midoriya saw you or not, all of your rambling thoughts had been pushed aside as you stared down Shigaraki with lidded eyes. You quickly hooked a leg around his thin waist tugging him in closer to you as you pressed your bare chest to his, “c’mon,” you mewled into his ear.

Shigaraki shivered, pupils were blown at the feeling of your chest rubbing against his. He wasn’t a fan of the power shift between you two but the moment he felt your warm hand palm him through his boxers, all of his thoughts dissolved, “fuck,” he hissed hips bucking into your touch.

You grinned again, this time slipping your hand past the band of his boxers and wrapping your hand around his length. “Oh look at you,” you muttered against the shell of his ear as he shook above you while you ran your thumb over the head of his dick, smearing pre over the tip.

“Shit, shit,” Shigaraki hissed, hips stuttering as you continued to stroke him.

“You’re not so scary after all, huh?” you cooed, gently biting his earlobe, “maybe you just needed a good fuck?”

Shigaraki shuddered, nodding into your neck. Hissing as you squeezed him tightly in your hand before releasing him.

“Yeah, you poor thing” you hummed as you began grinding your slit against his dick, cooing into his ear when his breath stuttered.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered against your neck, hands gripping your hips harshly as he rutted his clothed dick against your wet slit, “need you - shit - need you to fuck me,” Shigaraki practically begged, his voice high and whiney.

You let out a whimper, “you do?” you smirked. “Go ahead and lay down for me, I’ll take care of you,” you purred, completely unaware of the wheat by you starting to shake with movement. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Shigaraki move from you and lay down on the rock, allowing you to move and straddle his waist, letting your hands rest on his bare chest. He was breathing heavily as he kept his eyes trained on yours. “There ya go,” you muttered, reaching a hand down to grab his dick through the cloth of his boxers again.

Shigaraki let out a low groan, hips bucking again as you pulled him out and ran the head of his dick through your slit. You were so hot against him, it was driving him mad. “Fuck, please,” he croaked, eyebrows pinched as he dug his fingers into the meat of your thighs.

You grinned again, your breathing starting to quicken as you lined him up with your entrance, slick dripping down your inner thighs as you began to push down on his length. “Shit,” you whimpered, eyelids fluttering at the sting of him stretching out your hole.

Shigaraki hissed, pointed teeth dropping over his bottom lip as he felt you clamping down around him, “fuck,” he panted, “you’re so -hmph- tight,” he growled. He glanced up at your face, entranced by the way you looked as he bottomed out, and then he snapped his hips up, grinning as you cried out in surprise.

“I didn’t say,” you paused as another mewl escaped past your lips when he snapped his hips up again, “you could start.”

Shigaraki shook his head, “don’t fuckin’ care,” he hissed, taking back control as he started a menacing pace, grinning as he slammed you down on his dick, your slick starting to coat his thighs as you writhed and moaned above him.

Words failed you once more as you slumped forward, nuzzling your nose into his neck as he thrusted up into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pinching his skin while you whined again loudly.

Then in the haze of everything you lifted your gaze and locked your gaze with a pair of green ones. You froze, eyes wide as Midoriya stared you down through the wheat.

His lips were parted in shock as he watched your face contort as another whimper fell from your lips.

In that time, Shigaraki had quickly flipped you over, never once pulling out as he continued to slam into you. He grinned, red eyes glancing up at the wheat, “seems like he found you, pet.” He inhaled sharply when you clamped back down on him again, tearing a heavy groan from him.

“Midoriya,” you said hoarsely, barely able to push out the words as you tilted your head back against the rock to look at him. You probably could imagine how shocked he was seeing you like this, tears streaming down your face, blood streaking your skin, and an actual monster fucking you right there.

Shigaraki growled, running his tongue up the side of your neck, thrusts growing more aggressive as he started to hit your cervix making you cry out.

“Fuck,” you sobbed your gaze sliding back to Shigaraki who had grabbed the knife again and held it to your jugular. Your feelings of embarrassment started to creep back into your chest, making it feel tight at the sheer thought of Midoriya just standing there and watching.

“He’s scared,” Shigaraki said lowly into your ear, grunting as you ran your nails down his back, “I can smell it on him,” he drawled, saliva now trailing down the sides of his mouth.

You whimpered, tucking your forehead into Shigaraki’s shoulder as he hoisted one of your legs up higher, hitting you deeper.

“He can’t see me the way you can,” Shigaraki hissed, grinning maliciously at Midroiya who was still frozen. All Midoriya was able to see was a skeletal figure cloaked in black with two red eyes staring right at him.

“Please,” you hiccuped, grinding down against Shigaraki as he bottomed out, “leave him alone, we had a deal.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Midoriya stuttered out, eyes glued to your form as the creature above you slammed into you. The monster was grinning at him, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. He could see you in the monster's grasp, but just barely, most of its cloak and wispy form had you covered.

He could hear you, whining and whimpering and the wet slaps of skin against skin, it was loud enough to make heat rise to his face.

Shigaraki cackled softly as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your neck, now focusing in on the steady beat of your arteries. You were delicious, so sweet and innocent, just what he needed to get him through another year of purgatory.

You let out another loud cry, heat spreading across your face like fire as you felt your tummy start to coil with tension again. It was getting to be too much for you again, the pain from your cuts, the pleasure from Shigaraki, and the shame of having Midoriya watch. This night had been a whirlwind of events and you had even forgotten why you had come out here in the first place.

“You like him watching you?” Shigaraki growled into your ear, “I can tell you do, slut,” he hissed, red eyes glancing up at Midoriya who was still stuck in place. “Fuck, yeah you do, can feel you clamping down on me,” he hissed and then pressed the knife harder into your neck.

A heavy sob wracked through your form as you shook against Shigaraki’s form. You felt like you were hanging over the edge of a cliff, about to drop into a dark abyss as the tension in your body kept rising. Words weren’t even an option for you at this point anymore.

Shigaraki took a deep breath, scarlet eyes blazing briefly as he took in the scents around him. You were so sweet, like honey, but there was a new scent that was starting to overwhelm yours, a musky scent that made him frown. It was coming from the guy in front of him. He inhaled again, it was lust, and made him angry.

You grit your teeth as Shigaraki slammed his hips into yours hard, grinding down briefly before continuing at a brutal force. “I can’t,” you panted, trying to not cum yet. The instinctual part of you knew that once this was over you had no idea what was going to happen to you or Midoriya.

Shigaraki pressed his face back into your neck, “you can, just a little more,” he grunted, eyes nearly rolling back as you clamped down hard on his dick again. With a new sense of urgency fueled by his anger he stretched a hand back down towards your aching clit and began roughly circling it with two fingers, grinning at your whimpers.

“Y/n,” Midoriya choked out, the overwhelming feeling of dread anchoring him in place, “what’s happening?”

You shook your head, more tears streaming down your face as Shigaraki instantly pulled out and flipped you over, “Midoriya, just go!” you croaked. Cold hands grabbed your hips roughly and yanked you back on the rock, your knees scraping against the cool stone cutting into your skin. “Oh god,” you whined out as Shigaraki wrapped a thick forearm around your midsection and yanked you to his chest.

Shigaraki clenched his jaw as he spread your legs on top of his lap and slammed you back down on his dick with a loud squelch. He was pissed, it seemed all you really cared about was this green hair frat boy in front of you now.

Your cheeks burned with shame as you turned away from Midoriya’s gaze that was locked in on your chest. Another lewd whimper fell from your lips as Shigaraki slammed you down over and over on him at a grueling pace, snarling in your ear as you cried.

“Your little friends gonna just stay there and watch for a bit,” Shigaraki hissed, brows furrowing as you reached up behind him to yank on his hair. “Don’t fucking look at him,” he added harshly as he tore his gaze away from you and stared down Midoriya.

Your breathing became labored as Shigaraki pressed the pads of his fingers back on your clit again trying to get you to cum, but the fear inside of you had been growing steadily since Midoriya had actually shown up. Despite that you still felt yourself tensing up again and you rolled your hips back against Shigaraki’s dick involuntarily looking for your release.

Shigaraki grinned as he brought his free hand back to your throat, squeezing it tightly as your hips started to stutter against his and your legs began to shake. “Go ahead,” he snarled, raking his nails across your ribs, “go ahead and cum.”

Colors and black spots instantly swam into your field of vision as you started to convulse against him, spraying his dick with your release as you choked out a strangled sob. Your mind was completely blank as Shigaraki continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his hands tightening on your throat and chest.

Shigaraki grunted, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder as your pussy fluttered around him while you came. His thrusts were becoming sloppy before he let out a high whine before painting your walls white with his release.

You were shaking, tears running down your cheeks for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight as you felt Shigaraki’s cum drip back down out of your hole and onto his thighs. Black spots still swam in your vision as your body crumbled back against his, completely spent. You thought you heard Midoriya scream your name, but the ringing in your ears was too loud to even comprehend much anymore.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispered into your ear, as he looked towards Midoriya who had started to shake, “you did so good for me.”

You merely nodded against Shigaraki’s shoulder as you tried to control your erratic breathing. A wave of relief washed over you at his words. He was going to follow through with your deal then. A meek smile was all you could give Midoriya before letting your exhaustion pull you into it’s dark depths.

With you now limp in his arms, Shigaraki’s grin split back into his cheeks as he raked his predatory gaze over your body and then to Midoriya’s. He swiped his bottom lip with the flat of his tongue before setting you down on the rock, never letting the green haired frat boy out of his sight.

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That night three people went missing.

Denki Kaminari, Y/n L/n, and Izuku Midoriya all went missing between one am and three am on the thirtieth of October.

Your faces were plastered over campus, covering the missing persons papers from years previous. Months went by and season changed and just like all the other before the three of you, you three were never found.