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this is my rewrite of Crimson Flower!!

Good Luck Charm

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Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: my love

Summary: As the fiancé of the city’s largest mafia boss, you were used to getting dragged along to certain meetings. You knew the procedure, sit still look pretty. But tonight? You felt like having things your way. Let’s just say, they don’t go as planned.

Warnings: slight nsfw at the end, mafia!au, bakugou is kinda mean but reader is also a brat so heheh

Meetings like these were never quite fun.

As Bakugou’s fiancé, he chose never to include you too much into his work. It could get.. messy, to say the least. He would always say.. a delicate flower like you would only wilt in a field full of scum and dirt.

Of course, you wouldn’t complain. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself well enough, but why dirty your hands where you weren’t needed? You would much rather spend your energy tending to his needs while he was away, and being the perfect little fiance he grew to love.

But, sometimes he did need your charm with his work. You never need his affirming words promising you he would protect you with his life, you knew better. No matter how intense a situation seemed, his overwhelming confidence and physical prowess was all the trust you needed.

All you needed to do was be the beautiful doll on his arm, charm the crowd with your natural charisma, and allow your fiancé to do the dirty “under the table” work, as he likes to call it.

With all of that said, this meeting was… different. From the moment Bakugou explained the situation to you, to the second you noticed him pacing around your shared luxury suite, something felt off.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t exactly the nervous type. Even when he was, it was very difficult to notice unless you really examined him closely.

Your intuitive suspicions were proven correct when you shifted yourself closer to your fiance in the back of his expensive Escalade.

“You should have your fuckin seatbelt on sweetheart.” Bakugou chastised, all bark no bite of course, because you knew what he was really trying to say.

Don’t get so close to me.  

For when you did breach his personal space, and you placed your diamond covered ear on his chest in a deceptive display of affection, you heard the rapid pace of his heartbeat thump against his expensive suit.

Perhaps Bakugou could sense your awareness, or maybe he caught sight of those pretty little eyes of yours as they occasionally glanced up through thick lashes to peer into Bakugou’s eyes, daring to see through him. Through his facade.

The minute your gaze failed to look away soon enough before his carmine eyes linked with your own, his sharp eyes narrowed and he jerked his head towards the window, pretending to glare at anything other than you.

Still just the click of his tongue alone was enough to make your glossed lips fall into a pout, your own head jerking away so your expression was hidden behind silky locks that bounced with each dip in the road.

Not much else was said on the ride to your destination, but there wasn’t much that could. The occasional grip of your thigh with his meaty hand or the dig of your manicured nails into his forearm said enough about the tense air between you both.

It wasn’t until the familiar blinding lights entered your view that your attention was brought to something else. Noir Maison was your lover's favorite club, the one he conducted most of his business at.

Every employee in that building was an employee of Bakugou’s, which luckily most of his clients weren’t aware of. Apparently the owner went way back with the blond, but you knew better than to pry much deeper than that.

Amongst the sleek luxury cars that were pulled in by the entrance, a bright white limousine was parked nearly taking up the entire entrance of the building. Even an idiot would be able to conclude that the vehicle belonged to Bakugou’s expected client, as nobody else would dare to arrive at such a high end club in such a tacky vehicle.

You could practically hear the man’s high grating voice even through the thick bulletproof windows of Bakugou’s car. Just the sound alone made your skin crawl as your lip turned upwards in a motion of disgust.

The blonde beside you must have noticed your blatant abhorrence to the scene before you when you felt a firm squeeze against your thigh. Before you could whip your head back in question, you felt his lips press against your ear.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Your lips parted before they pinched together in frustration, your eyes narrowing as you kept your head turned away from him instead of flashing him one of your sweet smiles and obedient words of affirmation.

Like hell were you going to put up with his crap tonight; you were doing him a favor.

You could feel the growl rumble in his chest from your response, but the sound of his car door opening threw the both of you off. Reluctantly, Bakugou surrendered for the time being and exited while you continued your stubborn little act..

Of course you probably should’ve been a bit gentler, considering this is the first time you’ve ever seen the suave man show any type of nerves. But in the same thought, it annoyed you that Bakugou wouldn’t just trust you.

The sound of your car door snapped you from your thoughts, your chest heaving in defeat as you awaited your fiance’s hand to help you out of the tall vehicle.

Only, this hand wasn’t your fiance’s at all. Your brows furrowed as your eyes traced up to find a pair of annoyingly brown ones. The man only offered a cheshire grin, clearly pleased with the treat before him.

Unimpressed, you simply looked away with a stoic expression, searching through the sea of people to find your proper escort.

“C’mon sweetheart...” The man spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Are you trying to make me look bad?”

Beneath your pretty lips your teeth grit in annoyance, knowing you weren’t allowed to lash out at clients unless Bakugou allowed you to. Luckily a familiar growl caught your attention as Bakugou’s arm now extended to you.

“Y/n.”

Without a second thought, your perfectly manicured hand took Bakugou’s as you gracefully exited the large vehicle with his support, making sure your stiletto heels didn’t snag the soft silk of your long dress while Bakugou’s personal security closed the door behind you.

The man sneered at the interaction, his teeth bared in amusement as the group of you walked towards the front doors. You kept your fingers enlaced with Bakugou’s pretending to take more interest in the noise of the crowd rather than the conversation going on besides you.

“Your bitch is well trained, yeah?” The man spoke with a grin, nudging Bakugou’s shoulder as if to get a rise out of him.

The ash blond simply squeezed your palm, silently calming your surely raging mind, as he kept his stoic glare forwards while you all stepped past the entrance and into the main room of the club.

“She’s a good fucking girl.”

Of course the tips of your ears grew warm at the statement, a childlike sense of giddiness filling the core of your body as you fought a proud smile from curling upon your lips. The feeling only grew stronger when Bakugou’s large palm let go of your hand and moved to the small of your back, leading you to his private booth in the back of the club.

This was definitely going to be an interesting night.

Just as you had expected from the moment you met Bakugou’s client, the meeting was dreadfully boring. Showing up in a tacky limousine told you everything you needed to know about this guy: he was a corny, wannabe scumbag.

The only confusing part, and most likely the source of Bakugou’s prior nerves, was the strangely rapid following the crime boss grew, possibly even quicker than Bakugou’s. The man’s numbers were nearly matched with Bakugou’s, which wasn’t something that seemed possible in the span of just a few months when this guy popped up on the maps.

“Listen boss, I’m no stranger to the power you hold in this city...” The man spoke with pretentious eyes, “But I’m just sayin, with these extra guns at your side, I can promise I’ll stay out of your hair and give you some.. non-essential perks to your operation.”

The worst part of this wasn’t even the confusing banter going back and forth, but the annoying sighs and squeals of the woman beside this fraud of a mafia king. She clearly was new to the game though, so you couldn’t blame her much.

You remember your first meeting Bakugou brought you to, all you wanted to do was please him and be his lovely little doll. So for the sake of your sanity, you decided to take it easy on her.

But, even with the many distractions in mind, you could see the subtle, but apparent twitching in your lover's eyes. This was a deal he didn’t care for clearly, most likely due to the backhanded promises the man was offering. 

Based on the whites of his knuckles clenching by the second, he didn’t care to stay here much longer. The sight of your finance clearly distressed beside you made your heart ache, all you wanted to do was whip him away from this babbling idiot.

Sure you weren’t supposed to meddle with his business when he was in a meeting, you’ve had that lesson pounded into you many times before, but if you could just be the little angel on his shoulder persuading a helpful alternative, maybe he would appreciate it.

As if your thoughts were invaded, you felt a new hand grip at your thigh, the familiar warm callouses making your lips fold into a pout as you looked back to Bakugou’s personal guard whose red eyes were already narrowed down to you in warning.

Electing to ignore him, you offered a reassuring smile before turning back to Bakugou and wrapping one of your arms around his own, your free hand rising to his chest.

“Baby,” You muttered in your sweetest voice as his sharp red eyes glanced down to you, “I don’t think this sounds like-”

“Not now, angel.”

If his words didn’t send enough electric shock through your body, the snicker of the fake mafia boss before you sure did. You couldn’t help the fall of your glossed lips as you watched Bakugou continue to converse with the clown before him.

There was no doubt Bakugou was mildly off his game tonight, but that was no excuse to treat you like a worthless nobody.

You were his flower. His everything. It seemed he needed a reminder of that.

Though every sane part of you was begging you to calm down, the deep red that began to cloud your vision took over as your fingers began to squeeze around the small glass in your hands.

There wasn’t much left of your drink to indulge in, and like hell did you care about wasting any of Bakugou’s money. You lifted the thin glass before flipped it over and roughly slammed it on the table, the sound drawing all eyes to you as you heard Kirishima sigh beside you.

Though you couldn’t see it, Bakugou’s typically neutral face held one of mild shock as his sharp eyes glared down at you. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head, but your show wasn’t over yet.

“Oops.” 

Ensuring your voice was dripping with sarcasm, you shoved the red headed security guard up and out of his seat before sliding out of the booth yourself.

Kirishima opened his mouth for a second, his eyes almost pleading you to sit back down and pretend this never happened, but you simply whipped your hair in his face and turned on your heel.

Bakugou watched the entire altercation with his eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing in irritation as his teeth grinded together beneath his calm lips.

You’re sure his annoying client had some smartass comment on the altercation, but at this point, you didn’t care. You hoped it pissed your lover off even more for all you care.

All you were focused on was making sure your hips swayed oh so temptingly as your eyes searched amongst the crowd to find your nearest victim.

There were so many people you could use as a pawn, a club of all places being your perfect chess board. The moment your eyes fell on some sleazy server attempting to flirt with clearly uncomfortable guests up at the bar, your lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Bingo.

If you could get back at Bakugou and get a jerk fired all in the same night, why not kill two birds with one stone?

The moment your eyes met, he immediately tried walking away. Looking anywhere other than your figure, but as soon as your fingertips caught the edge of his suit, he knew he was done for.

“Excuse me sir?” You swooned as the man slowly turned before you. The feeling of your fingertips snaking around his tie had a warm blush rising to his cheeks.

“E..Everything alright Ms. L/n?”

Occasionally you heard the host before you ask more forced cordial questions to you, but you drowned out any noise as your head whipped towards the ash blond in his booth.

Much to your annoyance, his eyes were glued on the client before him, their conversation clearly resuming.

“Please ma’am, I..I don’t want to be on Mr. Bakugou’s bad side...”

Letting out a huff, your annoyance let your guard down as you finally grew tired of the man’s fumbling excuses to get you away.

"Why are you still talking?” You growled, your eyes wide with crazed irritation as he quickly shut up and swallowed thickly instead.

Satisfied with his lack of response, you glanced back to Bakugou to surely see him still not paying attention. And if you truly squinted, you swore you saw a subtle smirk on his face.

That bastard was enjoying this.

Gritting your teeth you glanced around the room, searching for any idea to grab his attention until you glance at the shot glasses resting on the tray in the server’s hands.

Smirking, you glanced up at the nervous server, both of you seeming to recognize the idea at the same time. Bakugou hated when you drank alcohol, especially without his knowing consent.

He didn’t like seeing his pretty little darling corrupted by anything other than himself.

“You’re going to pour one of those shots down my throat, understand?” You spoke sternly, your brows furrowing as he quickly shook his head no.

“M..Miss please, you know I can’t do that... Mr. Bakugou will-”

“You will fear me more than you fear him,” You growled out, tugging his tie forward harshly almost causing him to drop the tray completely, “I’m not asking.”

Letting out a shaky sigh the host lifted one of the shot bottles, allowing you to loosen his tie and lean your head back as you stuck your tongue out all for show.

Though you felt your lips curl with excitement, they quickly twitched when you felt the scorching liquid slide down your throat. Whatever the clear beverage in the glass was tasted like battery acid.

You tried your best not to wince, making a show to swallow it slowly before glancing over to Bakugou’s booth.

Sure enough a pair of glowing crimson eyes were on you, a scowl now apparent on his features.

Mission accomplished.

“Red, take care of it.” Bakugou muttered, his eye mildly twitching as he refused to look back in your direction for the second time this night, he would deal with you later.

The client before Bakugou raised a brow in confusion, but Kirishima simply stood up with a sigh.

Though the server before you surely deserved to be fired, you did feel a small twinge of guilt in your stomach when you saw Kirishima making his way towards the two of you.

Slamming the shot bottle on his tray, you let out a huff and tugged a large bill out of the thin lace garter hidden beneath the silk of your dress.

“For your troubles.”

The server tried calling you back as you boredly walked away, begging you not to leave, but when he was met with a new pair of red eyes and matching red hair, he knew it was over.

“P..Please sir, I begged her to leave me alone!” The man cried as Kirishima spun him around and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “I didn’t do anything!”

Kirishima simply let out a sympathetic huff as he shook his head, watching you walk away, “Consider yourself lucky you didn’t touch her.”

Now truly your only option was to sit and wait. Surely Bakugou wasn’t going to let your behavior slide, but he also wasn’t going to ruin a deal because of it.

Refusing to return to the table, your eyes scanned the room once more until a familiar face caught your gaze. The client’s show girl.

Sure she was annoying at the table, but you and her both knew she was playing a part. Perhaps when she was away from the madness, she was just a normal girl like you?

Wandering over to her, you leaned against the glass table decorated with fancy treats and noshes. Immediately eying the chocolate covered strawberries, you plucked one out and nibbled on it before staring out into the crowd.

“These meetings are so boring, I don’t know why men can’t just email a solution and move on.”

The woman beside you was silent. For a moment you even pondered whether you could make a friend out of this girl. After all, not many people could relate to your situation, and it would be nice to make a friend who understood.

“This your first time doing this sort of thing?”

The sound of a sharp huff caused you to raise a brow, but not before a nasty pair of words followed it.

“So you’re always this obnoxious then?”

Blinking for a moment, you glanced over to her, noticing how she continued to stare out into the crowd with a scowl.

Maybe she was just scared? If you knew anything, you definitely had your guard up the first few times you attended these types of meetings. Bakugou made sure to drill into your head how you can’t trust anyone, surely her company did the same.

Deciding to let it roll off your shoulders, you chuckled as you reached for another strawberry.

“Not as obnoxious as your annoying laugh.” You said with a playful snort, expecting her to laugh along and break character so you could finally chat.

What you didn’t expect, was a cold hard smack across the face. You almost heard the sound before you felt it as it echoed across the club for everyone to hear. 

Blinking for a moment, you almost didn’t believe what just happened until your eyes fell upon the uneaten strawberry as it rolled across the floor.

All eyes were on the two of you, especially a pair of crimson and hazel ones. Standing up straight you glanced at the girl who was already in a defensive position.

“I knew you were jealous of me all night you little bitch!” The girl shouted, daring to curl her fingers into a fist, “Admit it!”

The accusation was enough to leave your lips agape, to say the least. Glancing over to where your lover sat, you noticed his wide eyes already on you, almost trying to gauge your own reaction. When you saw him give a quick nod, your head slowly turned back to the fuming girl before you.

“Not to be rude.. but what do I have to be jealous of?”

The sound of her shrieking was to be expected, but what you didn’t expect was her to tackle you onto the table behind you, the sound of dishes clattering and people screaming making you wince.

Your eyes followed her palm that was curled into a fist, which you quickly caught before it made contact with your face. What you didn’t catch was her fist full of pie as she smashed it against your face.

The flawless face of makeup you spent hours perfecting, she ruined with one smash of what tasted like cherry pie. 

Sitting up slowly you growled at her, the look on your face finally putting her into a position of shock and maybe even fear as you sat up and grabbed her by the shoulder before launching her down the table.

Without worrying much over your already ruined attire, you lunged yourself towards her, ready to land directly on top of her until her legs met with your chest and swung you forward into a bowl of some type of liquid.

Luckily it wasn’t alcohol, you weren’t sure you could take even more of that scorching liquid down your throat tonight, let alone in your eyes.

Though when you felt her hands wrap around your neck you knew you might be in trouble. Was this girl trying to kill you? Surely she didn’t know too much about Bakugou if she was.

Regardless, you weren’t about to let her win so easily. Wrapping your legs around her waist, you used all your body weight to launch her forward. You weren’t even sure where she would end up, all you cared was that you could finally breathe.

Immediately you whipped your head up and out of the bowl, your strained coughs filling the air as your soaked hair whipped against your back. The last thing you expected to see was the girl on the floor before you, her dress covered in what looked like dark chocolate.

You almost laughed until she let out a loud squeal, her eyes practically glowing with anger.

“You bitch,” She screamed, reaching somewhere in her bra until she pulled out a dull black piece of metal that quickly clicked out into a sharp blade, “You ruined my dress!”

As soon as the blade made a presence, your body went into fight or flight mode. Sure you could defend yourself in most scenarios, but in no means were you trained to fight.

From across the room Bakugou could sense your hesitation once the weapon was drawn, not only you but the entire crowd seemed to grow uneasy at this point.

With Kirishima outside dealing with the server, he was left to solve this problem. Even though externally he was seemingly annoyed, internally he was grateful for the escape. This kid was a total idiot, and it seemed his suspicions were right.

He was all bark, no bite. Even if he turned down his offer, there would be no real threat against his people or territory. 

Beginning to stand up, he was stopped when he heard a snort from across the table, his eyes landing on the man as he began to clap.

“I stand corrected, your bitch is pretty wild-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a quick slice from across his ear causing him to jump. Turning around slowly he noticed a knife stuck into the wall before he noticed red droplets begin to drip down his suit.

Quickly turning back to Bakugou, he noticed his crimson eyes narrowed and furious.

“You’ve wasted my evening and that tramp of yours has ruined my doll’s evening.” Bakugou growled, reaching behind his back to pull the cool gray pistol he had in between his belt, “I don’t want you or that crazy bitch near my parts ever again.”

The mafia leader quickly rose, attempting to look offended but the fear was evident within his features. Biting his lip he quickly nodded before darting towards the front entrance and out the doors.

Bakugou sneered, not surprised he left his “partner” back in the crossfire. He even considered following after the scum bag to secure one final lesson until your screams filled the air.

Your eyes were wide and crazed now. Somehow the two of you had made it onto the stage, much to the dancers’ surprise as they quickly fled the scene.

“Oh are you mad I ruined your dress?” The girl hissed, referring to the cut on your collarbone that now had drops of blood spreading along your satin dress.

Gripping at your chest to stop the bleeding you dodged another swipe from the girl, “No, I’m pissed that you just tried to stab me, you freak!”

The girl simply laughed like a crazy woman, appearing to be scarier than her so-called “mafia king” date as she attempted another strike towards you.

Though, even if she was crazy, she wasn’t calculated. Memorizing her swiping style, you grabbed her wrist this time and spun it around her back expecting her to drop the knife.

When she didn’t you let out a string of curses before swiping your leg beneath her own, causing her to fall flat on her face, the sound of her head cracking against the floor even making you wince.

Letting out a sigh you stumbled forward, attempting to exit the side of the stage until you felt a palm wrap around your ankle and tug, causing you to make your descent to the floor.

You were at least able to make your fall graceful, protecting your face with your arms, but when you spun around you already saw her knife plunging down towards you.

Looking around the room, you tried to look for a way out but with time not on your side, you decided to close your eyes and await your cruel fate.

But instead of hearing a blade tearing through skin, the sound of a bullet rang through the air, another group of screams following as everyone’s eyes followed where the loud bang came from.

Peaking an eye open, you felt relief wash over you when you saw Bakugou aiming the gun towards your direction. Sitting up a bit, you glanced back to see the girl with blood gushing out of her thigh.

With wide eyes you shrieked, the amount of blood making you nauseous as you quickly stumbled up. Your body jolted in fear when you felt a pair of arms help you up, but you immediately relaxed when you saw those familiar tufts of blond hair

“K..Katsuki, you shot her.”

The blond rubbed his thumb across the wound on your neck, as if half analyzing it and half to shut you up.

“Nobody touches my girl,” Bakugou said sternly, looking into your eyes with a serious expression, “There’s no exceptions.”

His words made your lip tremble, the reaction making Bakugou slightly roll his eyes as he realized his cute little fiance was done with her show of attitude. Who knew all it would take was a traumatizing showdown.

Immediately his arms wrapped around you as he pulled your head into his chest, both to comfort your soft sniffles and to keep you from watching his men drag the wailing bloodied woman off the stage.

“She… she ruined the new dress you bought me.” You muttered into his chest, the rumble of his calm chuckle making your chest grow warm as he rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back.

“I’ll buy you a new one, kay?” Bakugou muttered, placing a prolonged kiss atop your head before allowing you to lift your burrowed face from his chest to see that sweet smile of yours back on those pretty lips.

“Kay.”

Admittedly you weren't wrong when this night first started. Something felt off about the evening, and sure enough it was one of the craziest you’ve had in awhile.

Almost crazy enough to make you forget the act you pulled earlier.

The blond helped you off the stage, making sure to keep a close arm around you for the remainder of the night as he instructed his staff on how to deal with the police when they surely arrived.

Eventually you found yourself shuffling your aching feet back to the car besides Bakugou, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when you noticed Kirishima stroll from around the car just in time.

“Get the first aid kit from the front so I can clean her up, then you can take the spare car home.” Bakugou instructed. Kirishima ignored your look of confusion as he walked back to the front of the car.

Wordlessly, Bakugou opened the trunk of his large vehicle and lifted you up to sit on the edge of it, nodding to Kirishima when he handed him the first aid box.

“Good night Mr. Bakugou and.. Miss L/n.” Kirishima spoke, his words faltering as his eyes fell on you. There was a hint of sympathy in them which made you raise a brow.

Keeping your eyes on Kirishima as he walked away, your bit at your lower lip as your brows furrowed, “Why isn’t Kirishima driving us home baby-”

Your words were cut off by your gasp when Bakugou’s rough palm gripped your chin and forced you to look up to him, the look in his eyes filled with something wild and hungry.

“Don’t think I forgot about that little show you put on back there.” Bakugou hissed, his grip on your chin growing tighter when you opened your mouth to speak.

The sight of his stern expression made your eyes fill with warm tears, though your body betrayed you as you felt your core grow just as warm. The sight of your twitching body didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou, it simply just made him smirk as he gently dabbed some liquid on your cut.

“I knew you were getting off from disobeying me,” The blond snarled, grinning when your whimpers filled the air most likely from the harsh stings of the liquid he was applying on your cut, “You wanted this outcome, slut.”

His words made your lips tremble more, trying your best to avoid his gaze as he began to pull out some bandages, “But that’s okay, you’re my cute little slut, yeah?”

Sniffling a bit, you nodded as he secured the bandage along your collarbone, his tongue clicking as he cooed down to you, twisted smirk upon his lips when he cupped your cheeks to force you to look at him.

“Yeah, that’s right princess.” Bakugou spoked with feigned sympathy as his thick thumbs swiped away at the tears that broke through your lashes.

“And I can’t wait to fuck the brat out of you until you’re my sweet dumb girl again.”

#this needs more traction lol #bakugou x reader

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Alright One More Time Now (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Please block and report @writer-of-many-fandoms as well as their newest plagiarized edition to their collection, which is based on this fic from my old account.

Once again, no harassment, just get this person taken down so they can hopefully, hypothetically, learn some type of lesson.

And darling if you’re reading this, which I’m sure you are because I tagged you: What are you doing pookie bear ఠ_ఠ Please stop stealing works from other creators <3

#plagiarism awareness #i'm also crying because i wrote this fic when i was like 15 #it was not my best work LMAO

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Plagiarism Awareness

Please share this post and report the following accounts! DO NOT engage, just block + report!

Fandoms Galore on Youtube

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It was brought to my attention that this person has plagiarized one of my older works from my old Tumblr page, @bakugou-tm, this one to be exact.

They posted this video, claiming my writing was their own, which of course is very frustrating for me and the many other writers they have plagiarized from.

With all of this said, I’m making this post strictly for awareness and blocking purposes. Please do not make any rude comments, dm’s or posts about this person. Nobody deserves to receive hate for whatever reason, and it won’t do anything but probably make them act out more. The only lessons they needs is getting their accounts removed so they won’t have the opportunity to do this again.

As always I appreciate everyone’s support, and give some smooches to @meggsngrits for taking action and spreading awareness amongst the writers, and @kingkatsuki for directly bringing this issue to me. Ya’ll are my #girlboss heroes

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Toxic Bullets 1

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: toxic

Summary: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your final mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you'd expect.

Warnings: cursing, use of weapons, mafia au, bakugou and his gang are mean lol

How did you even get here. Why were you even here? You shouldn’t have been trying to squeeze through an extremely intoxicated crowd, on a Friday night, holding a bag of God knows what sort of illegal substance.

Typically you would be at home, cuddling with your sweet dog and watching a show that your friends have been begging you to finish already with a box of pizza by your side.

Okay yeah, that may be a bit too specific, but only because that’s exactly what you were doing last Friday night when your brother barged into your apartment full of panic.

“Did you wreck your car again? I’m not giving you crap this time you already owe me so much.” You said with a dull expression as you took a sip from your bottle.

The thing that scared you was that your brother didn’t have his usual snarky or pleading response back, there was only silence and heavy breathing.

Glancing back to him you raised a brow, your heart rate slowly going up as you let the fear in his face sink in, “Kiyoshi… what did you do-”

You couldn’t even manage to get the final word of your sentence out before the sound of heavy footsteps came down the hall of your apartment, followed by two large men holding the largest guns you’d ever seen in your life.

“Well well, so this is where you ran off to.” A voice spoke, smooth as satin.

Scrambling back on the edge of your bed your eyes widened, watching as a fairly tall man stepped from the two large men. His gentle brown eyes and calm smile betrayed the actual menacing atmosphere he had created.

His sharp eyes fell on you before he glanced back at your brother.

“I knew you were a coward, but to bring your girlfriend into this?”

Your eyes widened at that, letting out a snort which you immediately regretted as all eyes fell on you.

“Gross I’m not his girlfriend, I’m his sister.” You snapped. Somehow even in a life or death situation you were able to feel disgust from that statement.

“Sister? Even better!” The man said with a crooked grin as if this was the most amusing situation he’s been in.

“L..Look I’m sorry man! My boys and I.. we didn’t realize we were on your side of town!” Your brother stuttered, the more he explained the more you wanted to face palm. 

How could he be such an idiot? All of the time?

“Is that so Kiyoshi L/n?” The man spoke cooly, the sound of your last name being said sent chills through your body, “That’s why you specifically decided to steal my shipment of pop rocks from all three of my boy’s cars?”

Then you couldn’t help yourself. Clenching your fists in your sheets you growled out your brother’s name, eyes narrowed at him as he looked at you with just as much fear.

The tall man simply chuckled at you, the look in his eye almost sincere. Almost.

“It must be a pain having such a troublesome brother isn’t it Miss Y/n…” The man spoke while stepping towards you, making you shift back uncomfortably before he tugged your hand away from your chest to place a cold kiss on the back of it, “The name is Yo Shindo by the way doll.”

Snatching your hand away you quickly slid off your bed to be further away from him until his two bodyguards of sorts lifted their guns causing you to freeze.

That sight was surely amusing to Yo Shindo.

“You know Kiyoshi L/n, you’re a lucky boy…” Shindo spoke smoothly, his eyes never leaving your form as he smirked, “I think I’ve found the perfect way for you to pay back what you have stolen from me.”

Your brother looked up with wide eyes, his fearful gaze meeting your own before he tried to move to Shindo, only to be held back by one of his guards.

“L..Listen I don’t want any trouble! I’ll get my boys to give the drugs back and we’ll forget we ever saw a thing! I swear!”

Shindo simply rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue as he glanced back at the boy, “Don’t make me laugh boy, I think we both know it’s far too late for that.”

Biting at your lip nervously you felt your body freeze once again when his eyes met your own, “Those drugs should have been shipped off five hours ago, surely my men are paying for those consequences now. So that means I will require a different form of payment from you.”

Shindo sauntered forward, his fingers delicately dancing across your jaw before he ran his fingers through your locks that were tied up at the moment.

“She will do.”

Quickly stepping away from his touch you narrowed your eyes, “E..Excuse me? I will not-”

The feeling of a warm finger pressed against your lips silenced you, you blinked up to the man who smirked down to you at your little “fit”.

“Quiet doll, I’m not keeping you for that sort of stuff, do I play you as a pervert hm?” The man questioned, all you could do was stand in response as he still hadn’t removed his finger, “No dear you’re going to be my little assistant for the week, fulfilling every quest I wish.”

The feeling of his fingers against your chin caused you to grit your teeth, the entire situation tearing down any bit of safety you felt in your home.

“And if I don’t?”

The next sound sent chills through your entire body. His horrendous laughter filled the air, the worst part is it was a genuine laugh too. This man really thought your fear and reluctance was funny.

“Dear you really do make me laugh, quite the catch of a sister here you have Kiyoshi,” Shindo said before bending down to be eye level with you, “It’s simple love, if you don’t do as I say, then I can’t guarantee your brother’s safety these next few days. Or hours! Hell even minutes.”

You blinked back in surprise, your eyes rimming with warm tears as you glanced at your brother. Why couldn’t he have just been a priest? Or a businessman? Hell he could’ve worked at freaking McDonalds for all you cared.

He just really couldn’t escape trouble.

Inhaling deeply, your eyes fell on your brother. The seriousness in your face bringing a new fear through him as you grit your teeth, “You owe me idiot.”

Shindo practically giggled at that, his eyes excited and almost hungry as he looked down to you with a grin before you glared up to him.

“What do I have to do?”

So here you were. Day seven of this sinful man’s week of requests. Supposedly this was supposed to be your last task, but it was also the most dangerous of them all. The fact that you were even putting a grain of trust in this man deemed you a crazy woman, but what other choice was there?

Honestly you weren’t surprised when he told you the final task: find the receiver that didn’t get their delivery last week, thanks to your idiotic brother, at a popular club downtown. After all the shit you went through this week, you didn’t even care at first

But of course Shindo wasn’t going to make any part of this easy.

“Don’t forget doll if you take this earpiece out-”

Rolling your eyes you snatched it from him, his face lighting up at your attitude as you shoved it in your ear, “I know I know, you’re gonna kill my brother.”

Shindo pretended to wipe away a fake tear, sneering down to you as he led you down the hall of his headquarters.

“She’s all grown up boys, it’s a shame I’ll never see you again past tonight.”

Walking along with him you turned the corner and huffed, a sure shame it will be.

“Anyways, here’s your outfit for the night. Once you get dressed my driver will take you to the venue. Once you’re finished, throw the ear piece in the water and you’re a free woman again!”

Half of that went in one ear and out the other when you saw the dress before you. The bright red color wasn’t too bad, the only problem was there was barely any fabric at all. The satin dress had an extremely low neckline that bunched in the front, the rest of the dress looked like it would fall barely below the curve of your ass.

“Are you serious?” You hissed while glaring up at the man.

“No need to thank me doll, I’ll even let you keep the dress after this for all your hard work this week.” Shindo said with a proud grin.

Deadpanning at him, you snatched the dress from the hanger and stomped towards the bathroom that was being held open by one of his clan members.

“Great, can't wait to wear it to church next week.” You hissed before slamming the door shut, leaving Shindo to only chuckle as he walked away with his men.

Honestly the dress felt just as comfortable as it looked. You kept an iron grip on the clutch in your hand that contained whatever substance this guy wanted, cause if this thing dropped, there would be no way of retrieving it without the entire club seeing your ass.

Luckily everyone at the club seemed to be so far gone everyone just let you brush by as you looked for the buyer. For now, you felt almost safe knowing you were just another face in the crowd.

If only you knew you had caught the eye of someone who was even more dangerous than the drug lord you were serving at that very moment.

Crimson eyes followed your scantily clad body through the crowd as if there was a beaming light following your figure. As soon as you entered the club it was like an unnecessary light filled the room.

The man wasn’t the only one who noticed, his gang members behind him were the first to say something.

“I bet that’s her boss, there’s no question about it.” His right hand said behind him, his own similar crimson eyes following your figure as you talked to one of the security guards just beside the door.

The blond haired leader narrowed his eyes at you, nodding in response as his lips curved up ever so slightly.

“They really have Kiyoshi’s sister being their guinea pig, huh? Poor girl looks scared out of her mind.” His bright blond haired member said with a chuckle.

And of course he wasn’t wrong. To all of the drunk idiots below him on the first floor you were just another girl, but even from above the club floors he could read the fear all over your expression.

After all you were a simple girl, in an extremely non simple situation, non simple place, and non simple outfit. He understood your emotions completely.

What shocked him the most was the overall gentle perception he got from you. He wasn’t best friends with that dirty snake Kiyoshi, but he knew enough to understand the boy was rough around the edges. The fact that someone blood related to that filthy rat could be as soft and radiant as you surprised him.

As your figure twisted and curved around the bodies of everyone else in the club, he couldn’t help but follow your every move. It was like watching a flower dance through a pile of dirt. You didn’t belong here, and yet here you were for the sake of your brother.

“When do you want us to extract the girl boss? She’s getting close to the buyer now.” A cool voice spoke from behind him. The blond glanced back to the multicolored man with an unreadable expression.

“Change of plans,” The ash blond muttered with a grin before looking back down to you, “I’ll extract the girl.”

You imagined this is what drowning felt like. Sure you’ve been to clubs before with your friends, but this was unlike any other you’ve been to. The feeling of hands and moving bodies flushed against you had you wanting to succumb to the overwhelming feeling and just sink to the floor. 

But you couldn’t. Not with your brother’s life on the line.

Glancing down at your phone you texted your brother one last time.

Y/n: Still alive idiot?

Dickhead: So far so good, thanks again sis

The sight had your blood boiling, every time he thanked you it sent you through the roof. That boy was going to be your personal slave for life after this was all said and done.

Glancing back up into the crowd, your eyes widened when you saw a tall man sitting on a large couch just a few feet away from you. Just as Shindo’s description said, he was wearing an all maroon tux with multiple golden rings on his fingers. Four girls were around him just ogling at his many jewels, but hell at this point you didn’t care.

Quickly making your way toward the man as you made eye contact, you stopped when you felt a gentle hold on your wrist. Turning around you only saw a man in a black suit standing before you. Not caring to even look up, you just removed your hand from his grasp.

“Not looking for a dance sir, sorry.” You said quickly, making your way back through the crowd until you felt something sharp press against your back. 

A warm palm came up to the shell of your ear, dancing against the rim before pulling the small mic in your ear out and crushing it in their hand causing you to gasp.

“Sorry princess, but I wasn’t asking,” A smooth voice purred in your ear causing you to shiver as his hand wrapped around your wrist once more but tighter this time, “Now for your own safety, I advise you follow me.”

Your breathing became heavier as you began to tremble slightly in fear. Inhaling slowly, you nodded your head without looking back, letting the man drag you from the crowd to a pair of double doors by the back of the building.

The man behind you glanced above the crowd, his crimson eyes looking for any witnesses. Unlucky for him, the man in the maroon suit was staring directly at him with a glare in his face before he stood up.

“Fuck.” The man above you whispered, quickly dragging you through the doors and into the empty hallway.

“H..Hey, what’s going on?” You questioned, trying to keep up with his running as he ran down the hall.

The man didn’t answer, he only let you see the back of his head which had messy ash locks that spiked every which way.

The sound of the double doors you had just run through clicking had you both look back in surprise. Before you could glance back at the man who took you, he pushed you into the nearest supply closet before softly closing the door behind him.

Now your breathing was all over the place, your back was squished against a metal rack causing you to hiss from the coolness of the metal before his chest was pressed against your own body due to the small space.

The feeling of his warm palm covering your face had you jump as you tried to look up but your face was squished against his chest.

“Quiet.” He growled harshly, effectively silencing you as the two of you heard multiple footsteps down the hall.

“Fucking hell, where did that bastard take her?” You heard a man shout causing you to jump at the sudden loud sound.

More footsteps were heard getting closer, the sounds of doors opening making warm tears begin to sit along your lashes.

“He must’ve taken her and the damn drugs, they’re probably on their way to Tokyo by now!” Another man yelled, the sound of a punch against the concrete wall made you wince from the force of the punch.

“I’m going to fucking kill that Bakugou right after I shove my foot up Shindo’s ass…” A new voice spoke, rage in his tone, “He owes me cases of that shit and that bitch was supposed to be mine.”

Your eyes widened at that. What did he mean by “mine”? The plan was you drop off the drugs then leave; since when did you come into the picture? Your brother warned you not to trust Shindo, like you had a choice anyway, but still you were naive enough to put just an ounce of trust in him and think you were getting away safe.

Chills ran through your body as you began to process what could’ve happened. You would’ve been kidnapped… gone forever. Everyone from your old life would never be seen again.

This led you to question who the man before you was. Did he just want to get to you first? Or was he helping you? Without him you would be long gone in the back of some van by now, but who was to say you wouldn’t be in the back of his once these men left?

Suddenly your questioning thoughts faded when you heard footsteps grow closer to the door, the sound causing your body to shiver in fear.

Your trembling didn’t go unnoticed by the man above you, his crimson eyes glanced down to you only to see your head buried in his chest as you gripped his white shirt so intensely he thought you would tear it.

Dare he think it, he almost felt bad for you. This stuff was a typical Friday night for him, but for you? It probably felt like you were in a horror movie. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh with you.

Letting out a huff he let one of his hands slide down the small of your back and held you close to his chest, his other hand moving away from your mouth and holding onto the gun he had in his back pocket.

Normally you would feel like you were being harassed, but for some reason the man’s touch was gentle, unlike his previous treatment to you.

At this point you were used to putting false hope in people, and whoever this man is was all you had at the moment so you decided to trust him for now. Placing your cheek against his chest you tried to calm your breathing down, keeping your hands tight around his shirt in hopes of clearing your mind.

When the footsteps stopped you both held your breath, waiting for the door to swing wide open and the light of the hallway to seep in before your night came to an end.

But sure enough all that was heard was the sound of the exit doors opening once more. 

“You get in the truck and I’ll take the car, we’re going to Tokyo to find that bastard and get what is rightfully mine.”

The sound of footsteps leaving the hallway allowed you to let out a sigh of relief. Your grip on the man before you loosened as you started to look up at him. It was dark so you couldn’t make out much of his face but one thing you could see clear as day were his bright crimson eyes practically glowing in the dark.

They seemed to be just as relieved as yours were, but it was short lived when the door swung wide open. You let out a scream as you hid yourself behind the mysterious man while he pulled his gun out and aimed it at the doorway.

“Woah there boss, don’t light us up just yet!”

The man before you loosend his posture and let out a sigh of relief before clicking his tongue, “You fucking idiots, why didn’t you say it was you.”

“Well we’re in a bit of a hurry,” A new voice said from in front of the blond haired man, “We got Neito’s group off our tail, but that ear piece you broke from her ear? Had an alarm on it, Shindo’s group is on their way now.”

The ear piece. How could you forget?

“Don’t forget doll if you take this earpiece out-”

“I have to get to my brother!” You cried, your voice startling the five men before you as their head whipped back to your frightened expression, “P..Please if I don’t give that man whatever is in this, they’re going to kill my brother!”

“Oh perfect, we were looking for that.” A man with two toned hair spoke smoothly, taking the bag from you with little regard to what you had just said.

Blinking in surprise you narrowed your eyes as you snatched the back back, the man seeming surprised at sudden action, “Excuse me? Did you hear what I just said? My brother-”

“Is just fine dear.” A voice finished, your eyes looking over to a tall red haired man who pulled out his phone. On the screen was your brother in a familiar room, playing what looked like video games. Idiot.

“How do you…”

“Unfortunately, we made the stupid decision to work with your brother,” The mysterious blond next to you spoke. You looked up to him with wide eyes that made him twitch, “Regardless, we owed him one so two of our men are outside his door and window to protect him for whenever Shindo’s shitty guards come after him.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you glanced back at the phone to see your brother totally unphased. Did he know about all of this? Did you go through this week of hell for nothing?

“You say ‘we’…” You questioned raising an eyebrow to the man, “Who exactly are you people? Do you… do you work for the government?”

As soon as that sentence left your mouth the bright blond and black haired men bursted into laughter, the red haired and ash blond haired men snorting a bit as they all seemed highly amused by what you said.

“Not in the slightest love,” The red haired man said with a grin before pointing to the ash blond beside him, “This guy is Bakugou Katsuki, the most infamous-”

“-mafia leader in all of Japan…” You finished in a whisper, your eyes widening in horror as you looked up to the ash blond.

This… This was the man that Shindo had been talking about. The leader of the most notorious gang in all of Japan. He told you all about the hundreds of people his men have killed and how he has no mercy, even worse than Shindo himself.

“If you ever see that man face to face dear Y/n…”

“Run…” You whispered with wide eyes, and before they could even question you, you were out the double doors.

The sound of shouts telling you to stop were getting louder but you didn’t care, like hell you were going to stick around with them. You weren’t about to be another body count on his list, you had made it this far and you didn’t plan on dying just yet.

Running in high heels proved to be difficult but turns out when you’re in a life or death situation, your body goes into olympian mode.

Just as you saw the edge of the parking lot you thought you were free at last until a silver vehicle pulled in front of you, just barely missing you completely.

Slamming into the side you bounced off the door and onto your ass, groaning as you held your head. The sound of the driver’s door opening had you scooting back slowly with your hands, only to see the driver’s seat to be empty.

You kept whispering to yourself into confusion as you scooted back until your back bumped into a pair of firm legs. Looking up you saw the ash blond smirking down to you with a raised brow.

“It can drive on its own. Pretty cool right?”

Gritting your teeth you scrambled to your feet and backed yourself against the car while holding your hands out.

“Look I don’t know what you want with me, but I’ll give you whatever you want okay?” You said through grit teeth.

You saw the bright blond try to speak up but you simply growled at him and narrowed your eyes, “No you don’t get to talk because I have been through a hell week. When I say hell, I mean I would rather have burned in the pits of hell than have gone through the shit show of a week I had. I’ve been used and abused and escaped death like six times so for the love of God just let me go.”

For once you finally had the boys in shock, all of them staring at you with wide eyes at the sudden outburst.

“There it is,” The red haired man said as he nodded his head as if he just solved something, “She has his sass for sure, I can totally see how they’re related now.”

Raising a brow in disbelief you finally decided you had enough. Throwing the clutch down on the street you began to walk away and flicked them all off.

“I’m tired of your stupid wanna-be gang games! I’m going home and I’m-”

Your words were cut off, for the hundredth time that night, when a familiar grip on your wrist yanked you back and you felt yourself pushed onto the hood of the car, your body quickly trapped by a much larger one as Bakugou bent down and caged his arms on either side of your body.

“You’re not going anywhere princess,” Bakugou hissed with narrowed red eyes.

You heard someone whisper in the back “Oh great now he’s mad” which only made you groan internally. You must have gotten so used to being around these types of people that you got comfortable… too comfortable.

“First of all, I want you to answer how the hell you knew about me and my gang. Do you know more than you’re letting off?” Bakugou growled, his fingers grabbing your chin in a vice grip causing you to wince.

“I.. When I was working for Yo Shindo, he mentioned you and your gang…” You said shakily as you tried to tug your chin out of his grip but he only tightened it, “He said how dangerous you were and how many people you’ve killed just to get your way… he told me if I.. if I ever were to see you face to face I should run.”

Bakugou looked you up and down as if to see if you were lying before letting go of your chin but keeping his proximity close.

“Well princess, everything that bastard Shindo said is true.” Bakugou said, venom laced in his tone as he narrowed his eyes to you, “So don’t you ever mouth off to me again, got it?”

Biting your lip stubbornly you looked down and muttered yes. But of course, that wasn’t good enough.

This time his two fingers were placed under your chin and lifted to meet his gaze at eye level, “Yes what?”

Gritting your teeth you stared him right in the eye, attempting to match his menacing gaze before you let out a sigh, “Yes sir.”

Bakugou’s stern expression turned into a smug one as if he had conquered a beast, “That’s a good girl, wasn’t so bad was it?”

Pouting your lip out in annoyance he stood back up straight allowing you to sit up from the uncomfortable position he had you in.

“Now as I was going to explain before you rudely interrupted Kirishima here,” Bakugou said calmly, fixing the cuff of his suit before looking down to you, “We owed your brother a request, and that request was to protect you.”

Your eyes that were glued to the floor widened as you looked up to him with a raised brow.

“He… That was his request? Then why do you have your men guarding him?”

Bakugou looked down to you as if you were dumb, luckily Kirishima was able to speak up before he blew a vein.

“Your brother technically is a part of our gang, once you do work for a gang you are pretty much blood bonded to it.”

Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ as Kirishima explained it, your head nodding before you tilted your head to the side a bit confused.

“So… does that mean I’m blood bonded to Shindo’s gang now?” You questioned with a raised brow.

Bakugou looked back to you and the sight had him groaning internally. Your messy locks danced along your left shoulder as you literally tilted your head to the side in confusion. Your lips were puckered out in the most beautiful way from the pure confusion on your expression. God and that skin that looked like silk even in the literal satin dress you were wearing. You made that dress look good, how is that even possible?

Fucking hell you were going to be the death of him.

“Technically yes, but that’s why we’re here to protect you since technically you’re under the ownership of two gangs now.” The half and half man explained, “Shindo will want revenge for you not carrying out the mission and the Henkan Clan will want you just because they apparently own you now.”

Your innocent confused expression turned into one of dread as you slouched down in annoyance and mild fear, could this week get any worse?

“But lucky for you, you have the best in the business on your side.” The bright blond haired boy spoke with a bright grin.

Under any other circumstance that would’ve made you feel better, but understandably you still trusted nobody here.

“So… what now?” You questioned as you stood off the hood of the car while tugging your dress down as much as you could.

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by the sound of revving engines.

“Uhhh, now I think we get in the car and get the hell out of here.” The black haired man spoke, the sound of the first bullet hitting the car causing you to yelp and quickly duck down from instinct.

“Fuck.” Bakugou growled, quickly grabbing your hand and tugging you to the passenger side of the car. Kaminari, Sero, and Todoroki dove in the back of the car. Kirishima pulled his gun out to shoot but Bakugou quickly shouted at him to get in the driver's seat.

“Duck down dipshit!” Bakugou hissed. Instead of having a snarky remark about the nickname, you let your fight or flight instinct kick in and ducked behind the car while he shot rounds at the first car zooming towards them. You heard the sound of bullets against metal before the sound of the car driving went silent all together.

Peering above the window you saw the car was gone, you quickly looked to Bakugou with a raised brow, “Did they drive away?”

Before you stood up completely the sight of a car upside down came over your head, your eyes widening before Bakugou quickly grabbed your body and turned you away from the now crashing car, letting his body take the brunt of the wind and explosion from the car crashing into the dumpster beside the two of you.

“What. The. HELL!” You shouted with wide eyes, Bakugou only chuckled to you as he switched places with you and sat in the passenger seat of the car.

“Hop in princess.”

Blinking in shock still from the explosion, you looked back to the now burning car before looking at him with incredulous eyes, “I..In your lap?!”

Bakugou simply smirked as he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Don’t be such a pervert, just get in the fucking car.”

At this you stepped back and put a hand over your chest, your mouth dropped in annoyance as you pointed to him.

“I’m the pervert? You’re the one that put your hand near my ass in the closet!”

Bakugou’s smirk faded as he clicked his tongue and folded his arms, “Oh for fucks sake, I was trying to make you feel better! You were shaking like a twig!”

You were about to open your mouth when the sound of gunshots out the window caused you and Bakugou to look to Kirishima who had an annoyed expression.

“Not to interrupt all this tension, but we need to get going!” Kirishima shouted as three new cars sped your way.

Your eyes widened in fear at the sight, causing Bakugou to mutter profanities under his breath before grabbing your wrist and yanking you in the car.

Once the door was shut Kirishima was quick to skillfully drive out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. Your head whipping back to see the three cars following you all while shooting at the car.

Bakugou felt your familiar tremble return, it was weird to see you acting so snarky one second, and yet terrified in the next. He really had to practice his patience with you.

So for now he decided to ignore everything you had said previously and the feeling of your ass pressing down on his crotch, and act like the leader he was.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You heard Bakugou mutter in your ear, your eyes glanced down at him as he had a stern look in his eyes, “Trust me?”

Even with everything that happened this week. All the near death experiences, all the betrayal, all the lies: you felt a sense of comfort in his words. Sure you clearly didn’t see eye to eye, but from the second you met him it seemed like he was genuinely trying to keep you safe.

Though that could mean he was just keeping you safe so he could turn you in as a prize, you supposed you would just have to trust that for now until you could run to safety.

Biting on your lip you glanced back at the cars riding your tail before looking back down to him and narrowing your eyes.

“Yes.”

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#kierewrites #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #i don’t know why this story always flops #definitely not crying at night over it

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Little Red Riding Hood (9.4k)

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Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: the party & the after party

Summary: Trying to drag your boyfriend out to do anything was a hassle, but with enough begging and whining you finally convinced the grump to go to your friend's Halloween party. Already starting off on a bad note, it ended on a worse note when your "best friend" decided to hit on you all night, making Bakugou finally snap.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, cursing, public teasing, dirty talk, manhandling, edging, degrading, blowjob (m!+f! receiving), creampie, jealous bakugou lol (it took every brain cell in me to write this so if you see any typos, pretend you didn't see it ಥ﹏ಥ)

Somehow, no matter how terrifying and stubborn Bakugou was, he always ended up sitting next to you with that stupid smug smirk, on the way to some stupid fucking function.

Him of all people. Bakugou Katsuki. The number one and most feared hero in the world. His glare alone would have anyone within a mile radius cowering on their knees.

Except for you, of course. You were his greatest, and possibly only, weakness.

Typically you would ask him to do something absolutely horrendous, he would say no with little room to argue, you would pout like a brat all day, he would get fed up with it, you would give him that stupid adorable look of yours, and somehow he would end up in the situation he clearly said no to.

Tonight unfortunately was no different.

Instead of spending the Halloween night alone with his girlfriend, he succumbed to a shitty costume party with a few of his old classmates and current pro-heroes that had gone to outsider schools. He even tried to tempt you with your favorite candies, halloween movies, and cuddles under your cozy Halloween blankets; but you simply beat out his notion saying you could do that after the party.

All the ash blond knew is that you definitely were not going to be “cuddling” after this damn party. You had been a brat all week trying to convince him to go, and it appeared you weren’t done with your little games when he picked you up from the house to see you wearing the most borderline slutty costume he’s ever seen.

Okay maybe he was being a bit dramatic, he had seen much worse versions of the costume you chose, but you still definitely knew what you were doing to him.

As soon as you stepped out of the house the ash blond choked on his drink, immediately turning down the music in his car as he watched you skip down the driveway with a grin.

The moment you stepped in the car Bakugou’s voice boomed causing you to jump.

“Fuck me, what the hell is this?”

Glancing over at him, you looked into his ruby eyes through your thick lashes, making sure to flutter them a few times before smiling to him, “What, you don’t like it?”

This year you decided to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood. The minute you mentioned the idea to your boyfriend a few weeks ago he was already groaning internally at the thought of what your sneaky little brain would come up with for a costume.

The dress you wore stopped much too high at your mid thigh. It hid what was needed, but it left way too much for Bakugou’s imagination, let alone any other pervert that would be at the party. The pathetic excuse of a red hood that fell along the back of the dress barely reached your ass, so that was going to be no help.

To make matters worse, the dress came with a black corset that wrapped tightly around your torso. Tight enough to make your perfect tits pop out from beneath the fluffy white lace that outlined your chest.

The black gloves that went up to your elbows weren’t too bad, but what really made his skin crawl were the white thigh high socks you wore that reached just above your knees. They were snug enough to make the plush fat of your thigh poke out slightly, the black bows on top just accenting it all.

Honestly the outfit was sexy as hell, there was no doubt about that, and Bakugou loved it. He even felt a sense of pride that he got to show you off as his own.

The problem was the closer he got to the stupid house party, the more violent his thoughts became at the idea of someone looking at what was rightfully his.

“Y/n you should change out of that fucking costume,” Bakugou grumbled, coming out more as a threat than a suggestion, “Wear your hero costume so we can match.”

The sound of his deep rumbling voice sent a shiver up your spine making you grin giddily to yourself before rolling your eyes.

“No way Suki baby,” You hummed, letting the stick of lip gloss glide along your lower lip one last time until you sealed it tight and whipped your head back to the grumpy boy, “I’m not going to change my costume because you wanted to be lame.”

“I’m not being lame, you wanted me to wear a damn furry suit!” Bakugou growled, his eyes briefly glaring to you only to feel the fire fuel in his chest as you refused to look at him, instead looking into your pretty reflection in the visor mirror of his sports car.

“I wanted you to wear ears and a tail you dork,” You scolded, your eyes now falling on his narrowed ones, “It’s not my fault you’re too big of a baby to wear a real costume.”

Bakugou only let out a low growl in response, his left hand tightening around the steering wheel while his right dug into the bottoms of his hero costume. So badly did he want to grip your tempting thigh until he left marks on your perfect skin, but he knew that’s what you wanted.

“You better watch that smart mouth of yours princess.”

The sound of his hand gripping around the leather had you squirming in your seat, the rest of the night growing more enticing by the second, but you knew if you wanted to be at this party for longer than thirty minutes you’d better sweeten up.

Letting your lips rub against each other you finally removed your gaze from the mirror, letting your lips smack together with one last pop before you turned your full attention to the fuming hero beside you.

As much as he didn’t want to go to this party, he was certainly breaking speed limits to get there. Whether he was doing so to rush the night on, or because you were pushing all the right buttons, it didn’t quite matter.

“Katsuki.” You hummed softly, Bakugou practically feeling that sickly sweet smile on your perfect lips, making him growl lower as the tips of his ears turned red.

You had to do this for a while until he jerked the car to a stop in front of the dreaded house, his intense glare finally falling on you as you kept your smile.

“Seriously, I appreciate you coming to this with me,” You spoke softly, your eyes holding sincerity for once the whole night as you held onto his arm, the muscles twitching thanks to his foul mood, “I promise we won’t stay long, I just miss our friends and wanted to catch up. Okay?”

Bakugou looked across your features, searching for any hidden smirk or twitch that proved you were lying to him, but his eyes softened when he realized you were being genuine. A small twinge of guilt rolled around in his stomach, realizing that you probably really did miss your friends.

Since you weren’t in the top rankings for heroes, your schedule never usually aligned with him and his friends. Luckily you two lived together now so that was never quite an issue for the both of you, but when it came to your friends that meant you rarely ever got to see them.

He knew tonight meant a lot to you, and he knew him coming meant even more. Ultimately, that’s why he ended up coming to these things. Not because you would pester him all week with your adorable whines, or because he knew he would be fucking you dumb after this. Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Yeah whatever,” Bakugou mumbled softly before exiting his side of the car, swiftly moving over to your side to open your door, “But we’re only in for an hour, got it?”

The ash blond only extended his hand once he made his statement clear, the sight making you giggle as you took his rough palm, allowing him to lift you up from the low sports car.

“Promise Suki.” You purred softly, the sight before him making his pants feel a bit tighter. The sight of you giving him that all too familiar expression as you looked up at him through your lashes, a coy grin curving at the tip of your lips as he drank in the sight of your costume one last time.

“Fucking hell,” Bakugou growled, his head whipping anywhere except your gaze as he snatched your hand and dragged you to the door, “Look at me like that again n’ I swear…”

Giddily you ignored his threat, knowing it certainly wouldn’t be the last time you pressed your boyfriend’s buttons. The night was only getting started.

Just as you were about to press the doorbell, Bakugou beat you to it as he banged his fist against the door impatiently. Without much time to scold him, a tipsy looking Kaminari answered the door.

“My favorite couple in town!” Kaminari exclaimed quickly pulling you into a hug before running his eyes along your body briefly, surely pissing off your plus one, “Loving the costume Y/n.”

Kaminari glanced at Bakugou, smirk already forming on his lips when he saw the snarl form on his lips, “Nice scrubs Bakugou.”

All you could do was giggle as Bakugou shouted a wide range of colorful words to his friend, allowing yourself to squeeze past the two and into the party.

To see so many familiar faces filled your heart with joy. Sometimes you would run into your old friends on the field, but never long enough to genuinely catch up. Seeing everyone interacting so naturally made everything feel like the old days.

The sound of a familiar shriek had your head perking towards the direction it came, your eyes falling on the pink skinned girl as she made a dash to you.

“Y/n I love your costume!” Mina squealed, her own metallic alien one certainly catching your eye as she hugged you tightly, “I see you couldn’t get grump to dress up, huh?

Chuckling at her comment, you glanced over to see your boyfriend still yelling at Kaminari, except now the poor boy was nose deep in between his thick bicep.

“Unfortunately not,” You said with a sigh before glancing back to her with a knowing smile, “But just getting him here was an achievement itself.”

“Hell yeah it is!” A friendly voice shouted, the familiarity of it causing you and Bakugou to now glance up. The bright red locks confirmed your hopes as you shrieked and ran into his arms, “After seeing Bakugou almost get his ass handed to him today, I figured the wimp would stay home.”

The teasing comment had you bursting into genuine laughter, the red head smiling down to you as he gently pulled you into a hug before standing beside you as you both looked at the fuming blond before you.

Kirishima was about the only one in this damn room that Bakugou accepted being so handsy with you, knowing the three of you were close in high school, and still are. But that didn’t mean his snarky comment didn’t tick him the hell off.

“You fucking shut your mouth shitty hair, I kicked that guy’s ass without breaking a damn sweat.” Bakugou shot back defensively, shoving the boy’s face away from him as Kirishima roared into laughter.

Seeing the two of them rile each other up made your heart swell. It was genuinely nice to see Bakugou reunited with all of his old friends; though he pretended to be pissed off, he couldn’t hide the smile that creeped up every once and awhile.

You smiled to yourself at the sight, letting the group chat up a storm about their days until a smooth voice spoke into your ear, the devious tone sounding a bit familiar.

“Well well little Miss Riding Hood, what are you doing wandering all alone?”

Both you and Bakugou whipped your heads back at those words, though your reactions were far from matching. While Bakugou grit his teeth at the sight of that damn prick, you squealed with excitement before wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“Shindo! I didn’t know you would be here?” You said with a smile, the ash blond following the brunette’s arm movements as they returned your embrace a bit too low on your hips.

“I didn’t know he would be here either.” Bakugou growled lowly to Kaminari who only let out a sheepish laugh.

“Word about the party broke out pretty quick at my agency, I tried to keep it under wraps but everyone found out before it was too late.”

It was understandable, the sparked hero was quite the sociable one. People always came to him for the weekend plans, and this was no different. Much to all of their disappointment, Shindo happened to work at Kaminari’s agency and also knew about your proximity to him and his friend group.

Both Bakugou and his friends held a certain disgust for the boy who was currently holding you. Unknowing to you, Shindo had a crush on you in high school and was even going to attempt to ask you out, knowing you and Bakugou were dating.

Luckily Mina had caught Shindo telling his friend about the whole plan to sabotage your relationship, and when she brought it back to Bakugou he quickly found Shindo before he tried to make any moves. The ash blond threatened he would tell you everything Shindo said if he dared to even look in your direction, so begrudgingly the hero backed down.

As much as Bakugou wanted to tell you anyways, he knew you and Shindo had been friends since practically birth. It was painfully clear that you only saw him as a friend, possibly even a brother, but Shindo didn’t seem to pick up on that. The last thing Bakugou wanted to do was tear apart your friendship over something he wasn’t even worried about. He knew you loved him, that’s all that mattered.

But ever since that day, Shindo tried his very best to sneak his way closer into your life even with you and Bakugou being very public about your relationship. Unfortunately for you, since you two had been friends for so long you mistook his flirting for friendliness.

Bakugou was never mad at you for it, after all it was always his idea to hide the truth from you. With that said,, it didn’t mean that Shindo didn’t piss him the hell off.

“And I didn’t know we would be matching costumes,” Shindo spoke beside your ear, your body quickly pulling back to see the familiar ears you had bought for Bakugou to wear tonight.

“Shut. Up.” You exclaimed, mouth agape as you flicked at his pointed ears before letting out a laugh, “Our brains are so connected, I can’t believe we did this without even knowing!”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, not even realizing the correlation until you mentioned it. The sight of the wannabe hero had his mind so full with rage, he didn’t even see he was wearing the wolf costume you practically begged him to wear.

The boy smiled down to you cheekily before his eyes took on a completely different emotion as he glanced into Bakugou’s burning red ones, a smirk growing across his face.

“Say Dynamight,” Shindo shouted over the crowd, moving closer to him as you followed along his side smiling to your boyfriend, “Where’s your costume? You didn’t leave your girl hanging, did you?”

Though you knew it was a light-hearted jab, you recognized the anger in your boyfriend’s expression to be genuine. Biting your lip you quickly stood by Bakugou’s side, your arm wrapping around his torso as you smiled up to him.

“Katsuki had a long day at work today,” You explained, Bakugou’s shocked eyes looking down to you as you smiled genuinely up to him, “Didn’t have time to change.”

Bakugou honestly thought you were going to slander him with your stupid friend, knowing how upset you were that he didn’t wear your stupid costume. To see you defend him so effortlessly made his heart skip a beat, making the situation a bit less insufferable. A small part of him felt guilty knowing to a certain extent, the vibration hero was right.

He should’ve just worn the damn costume, but that was beside the point now. All he could do was smirk back to the scowling brunette, wrapping a firm arm around your side.

“Ah yes, the number one hero hard at work,” Shindo spoke smoothly, regaining his posture so as to keep his cool in front of you, “I bet he’s never home, always out saving the world and all.”

The condescending tone was making Bakugou’s already thin patience run low, his grip on you tightening which you certainly noticed.

“Nah, he always comes whimpering back to Y/n every night after he gets his ass beat.” Kirishima said with a grin, your heads turning back to the devious redhead as you burst into giggles. You could always count on him to lighten the mood.

“You’re asking for it Kiri.” You said with a grin, Bakugou’s own smirk returning to his face as he pulled his friend into a rough headlock.

“Hell yeah you are, you forget who’s stronger here?”

Shindo watched the scene play out with another growl that faded into the large crowds. Bakugou’s brutish friends have been ruining things for him since the day you transferred schools and befriended them. Regardless, he wasn’t going to let that distract him from his goal.

Recognizing the free chance, Shindo quickly grabbed your arm and pointed to the kitchen, “What do you say we let these brutes hash it out, your old classmates are dying to catch up with you!”

Your eyes lit up at the reminder of your middle school friends, especially having not seen them in years. Nodding your head you glanced back to your boyfriend who was now in reversed rolls, his head crammed beneath Kirishima’s bicep as his friends egged them on.

“Sure, let me just tell Katsuki-”

Shindo was quick to cut you off as he snatched your hand and dragged you across the home, quickly weaving in and out of the crowd.

“Leave him be Y/n, when’s the last time you’ve seen him have a good time?” Shindo asked, looking back at you with a grin, “He’ll catch up with us in a bit.”

Biting at your lip you knew something felt off, but as you glanced back you saw your normally grumpy boyfriend barking with laughter as his friends all messed around. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you connected with your old friends for a bit.

“Alright then, let’s go!” You said with an excited smile, Shindo leading you to the kitchen not noticing a sharp pair of red eyes following you both.

It wasn’t that Bakugou didn’t trust you. He knew this as you sat on the ledge of the counter, your legs swinging excitedly as you talked giddily with your friends.

He just didn’t trust your little friend, Shindo.

All night the little weasel found some way to touch you. Whether it was holding your shoulder as he doubled over laughing, or brushing your hair out of your face when you talked.

Much to Bakugou’s surprise, he noticed you gently scoot further away from him each time he got a bit too close, something making him wonder if you were picking up on his flirty behavior or if you just passively did it without realizing.

Regardless, Bakugou was watching like a shark. Just waiting for him to touch you somewhere that crossed the line so he could have an excuse to rip you away from him.

“You know you should just tell her bro,” Kirishima suddenly spoke, the ash blond’s head whipping to see his friend looking at him with a raised brow, “You know Y/n would cut him off so quickly for you.”

Bakugou simply clicked his tongue, his arms folding as he glowered to his friend.

“Would love to fucking do that shitty hair, but that would crush her.”

Kirishima let out a sigh, an internal tear falling down his face as he admired Bakugou’s resolve. As rough as he could be, he knew his friend always had a good heart deep down.

“Would crush her even more if she found out you lied and were hiding how you felt.” Kirishima spoke, taking a sip from his orange plastic cup as Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“She doesn’t need to fucking worry about me, I have nothing to worry about.” Bakugou spat, clearly annoyed with his friend’s persistent words until he noticed a worried look in Kirishima’s eyes.

“You sure about that man?”

Bakugou followed Kirishima’s eyes to see his worst nightmare come to life. Just as you were laughing hysterically at something one of your old friends said, Shindo made his boldest move of the night as he gripped at the bare skin of your thigh, no his thigh, while he laughed himself.

This was the green light Bakugou had been waiting for all night. Stripping off his gloves, he let out a menacing snarl as he began to beeline your direction until he felt a firm hand stop him.

He was about to rip the head off of whoever dared to stop him, but when he heard Kirishima say wait as he pointed back to you once more, Bakugou froze at the sight.

Your laughing ceased, even causing your friends to notice your change in mood as your eyes widened a bit. Your lips quivered, clearly uncomfortable as you glanced down to his intrusive hand. Even with the change in mood, Shindo kept his hand there and remained laughing so you gently hopped off the kitchen island, moving a bit from his reach.

Bakugou could tell you were trying to be polite, understandably so since you two were so close, but whatever Shindo said to you next made your face twist with discomfort.

Suddenly his vision flooded with hot white rage, Kirishima finally letting go of his friend’s shoulder to give the twisted brunette what he was asking for.

“What’s with those eyes Y/n? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.” Shindo said with a drunken grin, his eyes struggling to remain on yours as they searched elsewhere.

For the first time in your entire life, you felt uncomfortable with him, which hurt knowing how close the two of you were. You were sure he just did it by accident, seeing as he was drunk out of his mind, but that familiar twist in your stomach you felt earlier was growing strong in your chest now.

“I’m not embarrassed! Just needed space is all.” You said with the warmest smile you could muster, wishing your friends beside you would speak up.

Perhaps it was because you all knew the temper Shindo held in. Though he tried to never reveal it around you, it unfortunately came out a few times back in school.

“You never need space from Bakugou.” Shindo sneered, his body taking a step towards you that ended up being much bigger than either of you expected as he bumped into you, causing you to stumble back, your hips harshly hitting the edge of the kitchen counter.

Internally you cursed as you saw your friends start to back away a bit at the corner of your eye. You knew you all hadn’t spoken in awhile, but the least they could do was try to stop him.

“Shindo, Bakugou is my boyfriend,” You said as sternly as you could, your eyes beginning to harden as he stumbled towards you, “What’s gotten into you?”

A slurred out laugh escaped his lips as he placed one of his arms to the left of you, caging you in between the side of the counter and his arm. His right arm was quick to snake around you causing you to yelp in surprise.

“What’s gotten into me?”

The moment he uttered those words you felt just about every red flag go off, something was not right. The smell of the alcohol from his breath alone had you cringe, your hand meeting his chest to try and push him off you.

“S..Shindo please don’t touch me like that-” You started, your eyes beginning to water at the sight of one of your closest friends acting so recklessly with you. But before you could finish, Shindo locked his gaze with a borderline horrifying stare.

“Y/n I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you. Ever since we met as kids I knew you were the one and I was going to make you my wife. I’m going to make you so much happier than that idiot Bakugou ever could.”

The minute the declaration left his lips you felt your mouth drop in horror, all of the red flags coming together into one large embarrassed realization. All this time you spent with him, years of connection and genuine bonding thinking he actually cared about you as a friend.

But as his hand began to run down the length of your back into private territory, you knew exactly what his intentions were from the day you met. You were a piece of meat.

“Shindo.. Shindo stop.” You said sternly, trying your best to shove him away as you frantically looked around for familiar red eyes.

The last thing you wanted to do was use your quirk on who you thought was your closest friend, but you were beginning to think you had no choice.

Biting at your lip you clenched your fist, ready to do what was necessary until Shindo’s body was yanked back causing him to violently fall backwards into a firm barrier.

Your eyes widened to see Bakugou’s eyes shaded darkly beneath his ash blond locks, the only thing visible were the glowing red iris’ of his eyes, his pupils shrunk to mere specks.

Before you or Shindo could say a word, Bakugou’s glare fell on you. His eyes examined you for a few seconds, making sure you were physically alright before his stern eyes locked with your own.

“Get outside.”

You opened your mouth, unsure of what to say before his eyes narrowed in a threatening manner. Pinching your lips shut, you decided to listen for once this entire week as you gave Shindo one last painful glare before shuffling through the now silent crowd.

Bakugou watched you carefully, his eyes falling on his friends who were already perched at his side.

“Make sure she’s okay.” Bakugou spoke cooly, his friends nodding and leaving him to the drunken boy in his grasp.

The minute Shindo turned around and dared to shoot a glare to the ash blond, Bakugou knew this party was over.

“Bakugou knew about this the whole time?”

You felt sick to your stomach as your high school friends explained the situation.

Honestly more than sick, you felt like an idiot. It was so painfully clear now that Shindo had feelings for you, but you fell into his hands and trusted that all his actions came from a place of friendship.

The fact that it took so long for you to realize that it had gotten to this point; how stupid did you have to be to have him practically grope you in public to realize he saw you more than a friend?

“Don’t beat yourself up over it Y/n, Bakugou did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t find out.” Kirishima spoke softly, Mina humming in agreement as she rubbed your arm.

“You knew him for almost fifteen years Y/n, it’s not shocking that you put your trust in him.”

Letting out a sigh, you felt yourself smile softly at their words of encouragement. You knew they were right, but it didn’t make the situation feel any better.

“I appreciate you all cheering me up,” You spoke softly, their eyes all holding a bit of concern for you as you looked down, “It just crushes me that I’ve been unintentionally hurting Katsuki for this long.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to rebuttal, ready to turn away any doubts you had about the situation until the door swung open, slamming shut just as quickly.

All of your heads whipped to the door to see a fuming blond standing before you. Before anything, your eyes gravitated to the red splotches along his cheek along with the black soot most likely from his quirk.

“C’mon man, did you seriously get his blood on my marble counters-” Kaminari began to whine before Kirishima and Sero both jabbed him hard in the ribs, effectively shutting him up.

“We’re leaving.” Bakugou said simply as if speaking to everyone, though his eyes remained on you.

Wordlessly he took your hand, the feeling of more sticky blood causing you to lift it as you looked to him with concerned eyes, “Katsuki, your hand..”

“Shut up.”

The command had you shiver as he dragged you to the car, your friends waving goodbye silently while giving you sympathetic looks before you face onwards toward your new problems.

You wanted so badly to bring up what just happened. Ask how long Bakugou knew. Ask why he never said anything to you. Genuinely ask what just happened in there. 

But the moment he stepped out of the silent home and gave you that knowing glare, you knew exactly what was coming.

Ripping your door open, Bakugou didn’t need to say a word for you to practically jump in your seat before he slammed the door with enough force to vibrate the entire car.

Not too long after he snatched his own door open, slamming it just as hard which had you swallow thickly as you dared not to look into his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

The sickeningly calm words had you freeze, your breath hitching.

You knew it wasn’t a question, it was a warning. One last chance for you to pull out the white flag and prevent the next chain of events from happening.

Feelings of guilt and shame swelled low in your gut, knowing that now was not the time to be turned on by your boyfriend’s brash behavior. What you both needed to do was sit down and talk about what happened, genuinely process it. But knowing the two of you,  that wasn’t going to happen quite yet, not with the tension this thick.

Looking at him slowly, you almost whimpered from the sight. His eyes were drilled into your own, an almost feral look in them as his hand gripped the steering wheel so tight it was starting to discolor.

Blinking for a moment, you pondered over which words to use to satisfy the raging man before you. Inhaling sharply, you let out the only word your brain could muster under his intense gaze.

“Yes.”

And that was all Bakugou needed to hear. Slamming his fingers against the ignition button, his car growled with neon orange lights fading awake in the darkness before he yanked the gear shift into drive and sped away from that cursed house.

Part of you wondered what he did to Shindo, or really what Shindo may have possibly done in retaliation. The blood on his hands and face weren’t promising, but you sure as hell weren’t going to ask.

Instead you looked forward out the front window, your heart racing in your chest as other parts of you began to twitch at the thought of what he was going to do to you.

Most of the car ride consisted of your brain mentally arguing with other parts of your body, each having a different reaction to Bakugou’s mood. 

All dreams were crushed though when you hadn’t even noticed yourself parked in the driveway of your home, the sound of Bakugou’s car door slamming shut awakening you to the real world.

You waited for him to come to your side to yank you out of the car, only for him to storm past your side and into your shared home. The sight had your jaw slack, your eyes widened as you even heard your own house door slammed shut.

Was he seriously pissed about this?

Now you began to feel a bit of anger bubble in your chest. If anyone were to be angry right now, it should be you. He was the one who hid how he felt to you. He was the one who didn’t tell you that your long term closest friend had a crush on you your whole life. And he was the one who watched Shindo openly flirt with you, knowing you didn’t have a damn clue.

Letting out a huff, you mumbled some curses under your breath, swinging the door of his car open and slamming it as hard as you could, hoping he could hear it from inside before you stormed into the house.

Like hell was he going to turn this on you now. He could deflect his feelings all he wanted, but at the end of the day you weren’t going to take the fall for this.

Upon entering the house you still found yourself shocked to find silence. All the lights remained off, and Bakugou’s large uniform boots were haphazardly flung across the long entryway beside your stairs.

“That little asshole…” You whispered, shakily stripping your own heels off.

You would’ve felt relieved to take off the rather painful shoes if it weren’t for Bakugou souring your mood. At this point you were too tired to even argue, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep till you confronted him about this.

Stomping up the stairs, you made your way to your shared bedroom and swung the door open only to freeze when you found it completely empty. Glancing back to the bathroom you noticed those lights remained shut off as well, making you even more confused as you fully entered your bedroom.

“Don’t tell me that dick is pouting in the dark bathroom…” You muttered under your breath, moving your arm up to remove the scrunchie that was holding up your locks of hair until a harsh hand swatted it away.

Your eyes widened, ready to let out a scream before a tight gripped yanked at the roots of your hair before forcing you to your knees. A pained cry escaped your lips as your knees dug into the thin rug of your floor until your head was ripped up to face a pair of glowing red eyes that were scarily close to your face.

“Can’t believe after all the shit you’ve pulled,” Bakugou hissed lowly, his eyes narrowing as he tightened his grip on your hair, “You still continue to run that filthy mouth of yours.”

Fresh tears began to swell at the corners of your eyes, your breathing rasped though your core betrayed you as you felt it grow warmer by the second.

“K..Katsuki-” You began, looking up to him with wide eyes before he let out a snarl and lifted you up by your hair enough to drag you to the side of your shared bed.

“Don’t fucking say another word.”

Your back hit the side with a grunt, your eyes nervously glancing up to see your boyfriend now sneer before you as his bulge grew more apparent at your eye level.

In the short moments you had to examine the situation, you noticed Bakugou stripped off most of his hero uniform except for his baggy pants and thin black tank top. He definitely had been planning this, and though he clearly was very angry, you felt a small bit of excitement in your core to discover he was also turned on.

“Matter a fact, I’ll just shut you up myself.” Bakugou growled though his lips were curled into a sinister grin as he stripped off the green utility belt that normally held the multiple grenades to his uniform.

You started to open your mouth, not even to snark a reply, but before you could he wrapped the belt around your neck and clicked it to the pole of the bed frame, making sure to tug on the strap till your cheek was kissing the pole tightly.

The rough handling had you whimpering in response, your glossy eyes looking into his own as you began to rub your thighs in anticipation.

“T..Tight Suki.” You muttered, the ash blond pausing for a moment to make sure he could stick a few fingers in between the belt and your flesh. Once he confirmed it was tightened to a safe amount he looked into your eyes, searching for any fear or hesitancy. Once he confirmed it, his rough fingers grabbed your chin as he smirked down to you.

“See how much I care, brat.”

The harsh words had you moaning quietly as he stripped the rest of his bottoms with each, leaving him in his tight tank top that now rode up on his abs. Before long his length was just a few inches away from your face, the sight had you gasping as you turned your head away nervously.

Bakugou simply barked into laughter as he squeezed your cheeks tight to force your lips to pucker open, “Don’t shy away now, all you wanted to do hours ago was run that pretty little mouth.”

No time was wasted before the tip of his cock was smeared across your lips before being forcefully shoved into your mouth. The intrusive feeling had you gagging for a minute, the conjoined feeling of his belt tight around your throat not helping as you immediately felt the tears prickle to your eyes again with such intrusive feelings.

Bakugou groaned as he saw most of his cock begin to disappear in your mouth, the sight of your eyes rolling back almost made him bust on the spot. He hated how easy it was for you to rile him up, and half the time you couldn’t even control it.

The sound of your gags and moans brought a satisfied grin to Bakugou’s face, his hands returning to your hair once more to force you to stare at him as you took on most of his length.

“You sound so much better like this princess.” Bakugou sneered condescending as a few tears rolled down your cheeks, adding to the wet drool that rolled down the sides of your face as you struggled to take him.

As much as you wanted to narrow your eyes, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the position he’d placed you in, you simply lost control when you felt the tip of him brush the back of your throat causing you to jerk forward against the belt.

Bakugou let out a loud groan as he felt your throat close around him, your tongue twitching along his length made him realize he was nearing his end.

With a few more thrusts the ash blond gripped the back of your head and forced you to look at him once more, “You ready?”

He knew you couldn’t nod, but that hot needy look in your eye told him all he needed.

Along with a string of curses, the ash blond came into your mouth forcing you to choke on his cock as you felt his warm cum fill up your mouth. Bakugou backed away only so he could watch his favorite part.

Already feeling his eyes, you looked at him through watery lashes as he forced your mouth open, your tongue naturally coming out to showcase his load dripping along your tongue.

“Swallow.” Bakugou commanded sternly, his dick already twitching to life when you placed your tongue back in your mouth and made a show of swallowing his load, your tongue poking back out with nothing but your own saliva.

“Fucking hell.” Bakugou hissed, loving the drunken smile on your lips as he quickly unattached his belt from the pole and lifted you up from your hips before launching you on the bed.

Before you even had time to sit up, the ash blond grabbed both of your ankles roughly and tugged you to the edge of the bed where he stood. Ripping his shirt from his head, he looked down at you with hungry eyes as he soaked in the full extent of your costume.

Your hair was now completely out of the ponytail, your wild locks a mess around your face as your chest heaved rapidly, only putting your breasts on display thanks to that corset you wore.

“Can’t fucking believe you went out in this,” Bakugou growled, his hands running along your thighs as his ruby glare made it’s way back to your face, “Were you trying to be a bratty slut?”

Though his words were meant to turn you on, you still couldn’t help but feel like he was still referring to Shindo. Though you were in no place to get defensive, you weren’t going to allow him to make accusations of you.

“I wasn’t trying to impress Shindo you asshole,” You spat, sitting up on your elbows as you glared at the ash blond, “I..I didn’t even know he felt that way about me!”

The second half of your little outburst came out a bit weakened as Bakugou’s eyes darkened, though a bit of shock was written across his expression as if in amazement that you dared to talk back to him at this point.

“You think this is about Shindo?” Bakugou barked, his sinister laughter filling the air causing you to shiver a bit in his hold, “I don’t give two fucks about that bastard.”

The bold claim had your brows raising, now a bit confused to what this is all about and why on earth he didn’t seem to care about what happened last night.

“Wanna know why I never worried about him?” Bakugou questioned, his face nearing yours as he let his elbow fall beside your head, “I have this little pussy carved to the shape of my dick. Every inch of you I’ve claimed, and I know at any second I can have your silly little brain fucked till all you can babble is my damn name.”

His filthy words had you blushing, your arm immediately moving to cover your face before he snatched it away and held it down harshly to the mattress forcing you to look at him.

“No, the reason I’m angry is because you’ve been a fucking brat all week.”

Your eyes began to widen a bit, he didn’t even need to remind you what you had done this week. Even today in the car the way you looked at him through long lashes, you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Whining all week to annoy me into coming to your stupid party,” Bakugou growled, a slap to your tit causing you to yelp before he began massaging it with your hand, “Dressing up like a slut in front of my friends.”

His hand collided with your other tit causing your back to arch with a sharp whine before he held your head in place, “Bet you wanted me to fuck you in Denki’s stupid fucking house didn’t you?”

You refused to answer his crude words, your lips quivering as he barked a laugh before nearing your face close enough to kiss you, but of course he didn’t

“Better yet, you probably wanted me to fuck you in front of that dickhead friend of yours, huh? Wanted me to show him who’s pretty pussy this is?”

The moment Bakugou backed away from you a deep breath exhaled from your lips, your face so hot you felt like you were suffocating until a sharp slap returned to your thigh causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Well Miss Riding Hood, you know what the Big Bad Wolf did when red was a fucking disobedient little brat?” Bakugou growled, his nails digging into the sheer material of your underwear before completely tearing them off your legs.

“He ate her.”

Without much time to process, Bakugou lifted your lower half up and allowed your knees to buckle around his shoulders. The scent of you alone had him feeling feral, licking his lips before he licked a slow stripe along your soaked pussy.

A loud moan cried from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, chills running along your skin as his tongue evaded every inch of you. Like a starved man, he lapped away at you with not a pause in his actions.

“So fucking wet, knew you enjoyed being a filthy little slut,” Bakugou growled, already feeling his smug smirk against the lips of your pussy, “You just love the idea of me fucking you in front of everyone, don’t you?”

The feeling of your walls clenching around his tongue had him grin down to you, his fingers beginning to pinch your click causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Knew you would, my naughty princess yeah?” Bakugou hummed against your pussy, the feeling of his voice vibrating against you mixed with his fingers pinching at your clit nearly had you seeing stars.

“K..Kats…” You whimpered, your eyes beginning to water as you gripped at the sheets besides you, “I..I’m gonna…”

Your shaky words caused Bakugou to grin, his eyes glowing down to your puffy lips that were open letting out silent moans as you neared your high.

“Gonna what princess? Let me hear it.”

“Gonna.. G..go…” Your words struggled to escape as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, wasting no time to rub them rapidly along your folds causing you to scream in near ecstasy.

Any hope of speaking was gone as your vision began to fade from the high amounts of stimulation happening to you. All you could do was open your mouth and babble out sounds and moans in hopes of formulating a single word.

The sight was beautiful to the ash blond before you, seeing you all fucked out with his fingers alone.

“Oh now you don’t want to talk?” Bakugou snarled in a sinister tone, knowing full and well you could barely breathe. Grinning down to you he removed your fingers and let your body fall against the mattress.

“Katsuki.” You all but cried as you whipped your head up, frustrated tears falling down your face, “What the hell-”

Your words were cut off when Bakugou lunged above you, his hand gripping around your throat causing you to instinctively gasp for air as he glared down to you.

“Only good girls who tell me what they want get to cum.” Bakugou sneered, enjoying the way your lips quivered as he smirked down menacingly to you, “Do you think you’re being a good girl for me? Huh?”

The sight of your lips pinching together causing them to unintentionally pucker as you looked up to him with glossy eyes nearly made him come again, his teeth gritting together as you nodded your head quickly.

Tightening your hold around your neck, Bakugou brushed your skirt from your soaked pussy before looking back to you.

“Maybe if you can get that smart mouth of yours to properly ask for what you want, then I might just give it to you princess.”

You let out a mangled mewl at his words, your thighs trying to rub themselves together for any sort of friction but he kept his knee between them intentionally.

Clearly reading the frustration across your face, Bakugou made sure to take his time as he rubbed his dripping tip along your folds. Your furrowed brows made the ash blond grin, your struggle only satisfying his hunger to torture you for the shit you pulled this week.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, you bucked your hips up into the tip of his cock, causing part of it to dip into your folds causing a drawn out moan to escape your lips.

“You fucking brat.” Bakugou spat, his hands now moving from your neck to your hips as he held them down firmly against the bed.

If you wanted him to fuck you so badly, then that’s exactly what he would do.

Without much of a warning he slammed his cock inside of you, fully bottoming himself out inside of you with little warmup. The feeling had you fully screaming, your hands immediately grabbing hold of his shoulders as you dug your nails into them deeper with each thrust he took.

“So fucking needy,” Bakugou growled in between each thrust, his hands firmly holding you down each time you tried to squirm in his grasp, “You’re sucking me in like a damn bitch in heat.”

Your moans and cries filled the air in between his sharp grunts, the feeling of your nails tracing new marks along his back making him shiver in pleasure.

“Know you love getting fucked like this don’t you?” Bakugou sneered, his lips nipping harshly at your neck leaving small marks along your skin, “Love makin me mad so I can fuck you stupid.”

The sight of you beneath him had him want to fuck you till morning, Though he ruined the bottom half of your costume, your tight corset still remained intact, forcing your breasts to bounce with each pound he made.

You squeezed your eyes shut at his words, your loud moans continuing as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, “Kats, coming.. coming soon.”

Bakugou let out a growl at your words, his eyes now trained on you as he gripped your cheeks firmly forcing you to look at him before he completely stopped his movements causing you to whine in pain.

“Yeah? Beg for it then princess.”

You tried your best to look away, your face so hot you felt like you were going to explode as a drawn out whine escaped your lips causing him to growl as his hands moved from your cheek to your neck once again.

“If you don’t fucking tell me what you want, I’ll leave your ass tied to this bed all fucking night.” Bakugou growled ferally, his eyes wide and crazy as he glared down to you, “Fucking beg.”

“Please let me cum Katsuki!” You cried, trying your best to pathetically buck your hips against him as your nails clawed at his neck, “P..Please m’sorry for teasin you all week, j..just want you to let me cum.”

Bakugou’s eyes suddenly lit up at the confession. Though you may have known how to push every single one of his buttons, he definitely knew what it took to get that stubborn defiance you held up to snap.

“C’mere.” Bakugou growled, his hands now lifting your hips up as he began a rapid pace against your dripping pussy, his thumb now moving to your clit to move painful swipes against it.

Your moans turned into cries as you began to shake in anticipation, Bakugou’s own groans turning into sharp moans as he felt himself grow closer. Before he could focus on himself he felt the coil in you explode as you practically milked his cock.

Letting out a scream you struggled to grab anything near you as you felt yourself explode all over him, your slick quickly dripping all along his cock.

“Fucking hell, such a good girl for me.” Bakugou hissed, his own eyes growing impatient with need as he continued his rough pace against your dripping cunt.

“K..Katsuki..” You cried, tears rolling down your face as he continued to pound into your sensitive pussy, beginning to chase his own high.

“I know sweet girl, I’m about to…” Bakugou hissed between heavy pants, his hand moving to your cheek as he grit his teeth, “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”

You whined at his words, nodding your head quickly as you looked at him with glossy eyes, “Wan you to fill me up s..s’full Katsuki please.”

“Fuck me.” Bakugou yelled loudly, your confession causing him to release inside you, the feeling causing you to cry out again as you felt his hot ropes of cum fill up your sensitive gummy walls.

Both of you remained in place, panting heavily before Bakugou looked down to you, moving away some sweaty strands of hair that stuck to your forehead.

“You did so good for me princess.” Bakugou hummed gently, his eyes softening as you looked up at him with a warm smile before he glanced down to your clearly irritated neck, “I didn’t go too far with the belt, did I?”

“M’fine.” You mumbled out, giving him a coy grin that made him narrow his eyes down to you playfully, “I liked it.”

“Course you did, little brat.” Bakugou sneered, though no malice behind his voice now as he placed gentle kisses along your abused neck before slowly pulling out, the sight of his seed beginning to bubble out of your abused folds causing him to groan.

The lack of warmth from him inside of you caused you to mewl as you immediately closed your thighs together. The sound made him chuckle as he told you to hold on before shuffling over to the bathroom and grabbing a wet rag.

Using his fingers, he pushed what he could back inside your dripping folds before wiping up your legs and core with the warm rag. Eventually your ragged breaths began to even as you sat up against the backboard of the bed, knowing you should use the bathroom before you settled in for the night.

Bakugou helped you to the bathroom of course, brushing his teeth while you sat on the toilet and simply enjoyed each other’s presence. You knew there was a topic at hand that still needed to be discussed, but you wanted to enjoy the post high bit longer.

Once you both cleaned up, the ash blond helped you remove the uncomfortable corset from your torso, a dramatic sigh of relief escaping your lips causing Bakugou to scold you for keeping it on so long to which you just giggled.

After slipping on comfortable pajamas, you both curled up in bed. His arm tightened around you before he looked down to your gaze that was staring up to the ceiling.

“Shoulda had a better talk with you before all this,” Bakuogu said softly, guilt evident in his tone as he forced you to look at him, “You doing okay?” 

You looked into his eyes, swallowing thickly as the events prior to your late evening replayed in your head. The rabid sight in Shindo’s eyes still haunted you a bit, causing you to flinch slightly as you gripped at the sheets covering Bakugou’s torso.

“One of my closest friends tried to attack me and lied to me, so not quite.”

The words stung Bakugou’s chest, feeling even worse now for letting this sit so long.

“Never should have kept you in the dark so long, I just didn’t want you to be hurt.” Bakugou mumbled his gaze moving away from you before he let out a sigh, “Promise, I’ll never lie to you like that again.”

You simply hummed in response, but there was no ill intent behind it, you were still just deep in thought over it all. Bakugou knew you weren’t going to get over it overnight.

“M’sorry you lost your best friend princess.” Bakugou muttered into the side of your head, placing a kiss against the top of your head before resting his head back on the pillow.

He had expected to be met with silence, already preparing to close his eyes and let his exhaustion take over, so when he heard your voice speak up his eyes widened a bit.

“I didn’t lose my best friend.”

Bakugou furrowed his brows at this, lifting his head up a bit to see you already smiling at him with warm eyes as you placed your hand on his chest.

“You’re my best friend Katsuki.”

The ash blond’s eyes widened at this, his chest beginning to beat rapidly at your words as you gave him one of the most beautiful smiles he’s seen in awhile. He couldn’t believe you were all his.

“You’re so fucking corny riding hood, go to sleep already.” Bakugou grumbled, forcing his head back down in his pillow as his cheeks began to faintly glow pink.

Letting out a giggle you placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before snuggling up to his side.

“G’night my big bad wolf.”

#like this the first time i wrote good intense smut #someone validate it pls #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #kinktober #kierewrites

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i’m gonna be resposting some of the works i’ve posted on @kierewrites so far so they get some traction, enjoy

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OFFICIALLY MOVED TO @kierewrites!!

I’m very excited to announce that my official transfer is finished and I have my account all set up and ready for posting (人◕ω◕)

For those who maybe missed my last few posts: I decided to create a new account for a large remodel/fresh start for my writing. I feel like my writing has grown a lot since I first started bakugou-tm, and though this account will forever have a place in my heart, I’m ready to take my works to the next level

I’m going to be keeping this page active just so you guys can still have access to my old works/masterlist. I will be transferring a few stories over to @kierewrites, I’m just going to be editing them more to my writing style (aka moving all the ‘orbs’, ‘kun’, and other cringy words i beat into my writing  〒﹏〒)

Please give my new account a follow if you want to keep up with my writing, and I’ll keep this message pinned to this page so you guys always have access to my masterlist and new page. Thanks for all the love and laughs on this account, you all helped me discover my love for writing and I’ll forever be grateful (◕‿◕✿)

RETIRED MASTERLIST / NEW PAGE

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new account updates

thank you to everyone that hopped over and followed my new account @kierewrites i’m so happy i get to start fresh on this account :’)

i wanted to let you all know i’m not dragging my feet with this page, i’m just putting my entire soul into the design and quality of it so it’s taking me a bit longer lol

i’m only going to be transferring a few fics from this page over there and i’m going to be pretty much re-writing/editing them so it’s just taking a bit, but i do expect to at least have the setup/masterlist/rules/etc by the end of this week and i already have one fic edited so stay tuned!

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New Account Update/Surprise

So after some time to think about it and getting feedback from you guys, I’ve decided to create a new account for all of my writing platforms.

I will forever love the content and people I’ve met with @bakugou-tm , but I think I’m ready to expand my writing and really level up what I can do and I want to start fresh with that.

All of my new accounts (wattpad, quotev, ao3, and tumblr) will now be under the user @kierewrites ! 

I haven’t updated any of them yet, but I will keep everyone posted once they are. I’m going to transfer some of my fics from this account and all my old ones to the new accounts, I’m actually just doing some secondary editing since some of the older writing was a bit cringe interesting. I used orbs, (s/o), and chan/san a bit too much for my current tastes so I want to update them a bit to my current writing style lol.

I won’t be deleting bakugou-tm, as I don’t want some of the stories I’m not transferring over to be deleted forever. The masterlist will always remain here for those to read/save/etc.

Thank you again for all the advice and feedback you all have given me, I’m excited to start this new account and continue my writing aspirations! I’ll update you guys as soon as it’s all ready and posted, so I can finally continue (and finish) my mafia au ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#bakugou-tm is moving baby

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YOU'RE BACK!!! YESS! Hope you've being doing well! Girl the new chapter of gangster au it's perrrrfect (Just like the others!) Can't wait for the next one<3 stay safe!

AHHHH THANK YOU!! i’m already working on the next chapter and i have some exciting news coming up i’ll be posting about soon so stay tuned 🙇‍♀️

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I’m one of your followers but I can’t interact with your new fic since I’m under 18 just know ik so excited your back!

awe thank you for letting me know bby, unfortunately this particular story is mainly 18+ but I promise some more wholesome stuff is coming. i appreciate the honesty too wow

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Question (for remaining followers)

So it’s been a fat minute since I’ve been active, I know I’ve been coming on every few months to randomly post stuff which has led to my content just getting a bit slower. Now that I write for multiple characters too, it’s making my page just a bit chaotic and not well organized.

I recently just posted a new chapter to one of the newer fics I’ve been writing, please check it out because if it flops I’m going to cry, and it didn’t do very well probably because most of my remaining followers are probably a bit inactive since I created this page so long ago.

So my question/needing of advice is: Should I try to be more active on this page and try to re-vamp it or should I just start an entire new account?

This page still has about 8k followers, so I don’t want to totally flush it but if the engagement isn’t able to be revived I’m not sure if it would just be better to start fresh.

Lemme know (ᵔᴥᵔ)

#bakugou-tm #admin talks

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Can we have more of the Mafia Bakugou x Reader ?? That’s one of the best i’ve read so far and i am begging you to continue this story because this is too fucking good ❤️❤️

your wish is my command (one year later)

#mafia bakugou #chapter four out now #bakugou x reader

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Heeyyy, Glad to ser you're back!! I can't wait to see the next mafia bakugou x reader chapter!! I luv your work♥️

out now my angel -3-

#mafia bakugou #bakugou

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Are you thinking about continuing the Bakugo x reader Maid fic?

i'm planning on finishing it bbygorl, part four out now

#if this flops i'll kms #bakugou x reader #mafia bakugou

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Gangster Bakugou AU║Chapter 4

plot: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your final mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you’re expecting.

part one part two part three

warnings: 18+ ONLY, EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GORE, very dark themes, swearing, violence

wc: 8.4k+

mood song: yonkers

a/n: I’m back for my quarter annual long ass update to one of my stories I haven’t updated in months -3- Who miss me? I read the last few chapters and was like half impressed/half cringed out from my writing, but this story had potential and got semi-good feedback so imma try to finish it. I changed the theme of it a bit and tried to make it more organized so I hope that helps. I did put my whole badussy into this though so please show it love <3

Given the circumstances, you somehow found yourself being able to drift in and out of consciousness as the car hummed along the uneven roads of Musutafu.

Ever since you woke up from the drowning nightmare you felt on edge to letting yourself succumb to the darkness once more. It felt all too real, frightening. You feared if you fell back into that level of slumber, you would never wake up again.

But with that said, your body still betrayed you as it sank into the warm heated seats of the car, that you luckily didn’t have to share this time. Sitting on Bakugou’s lap wasn’t terribly comfortable, but maybe that was because you were hanging out the window with a bomb half the time.

Glancing up at the ash blond, you raised a brow at how neutral his face was, how calm.

Even though his expression is usually in a permanent scowl or a shit eating grin, his complexion remained wrinkle or blemish free.

But then again, of course the little shit would be flawless. His looks without a doubt matched his demeanor.

That stupid cocky attitude, the cool under pressure swagger, his toned arms with thick veins dancing along each intricate muscle, the soft yet chaotic looking locks that spiked along his head...

Wait, what the fuck were you saying. Were you attracted to him? Since when did you notice all these handsome features he had? Why the hell were you even looking at him?

“I’m going to fix that staring problem of yours.”

You jumped at the sound, and for a second you swore you saw his vermillion eyes glaring daggers into you, but when you did a double take you saw his smug eyes on the road.

His friends seemed confused by his random comment, but you immediately shifted your head out the window and curled your body in closer to the door.

Stupid, stupid dumbass.

Before your brain could puddle up into a frustrated embarrassment much longer, you finally gave into your body’s exhausted demands and drifted off to sleep.

Of course Bakugou’s eyes drifted to your resting figure, his shoulders relaxing a bit to see you calmed down.

Ever since you woke up in his base you seemed to be on high alert. Of course he wasn’t helping with his not-so-subtle jabs, but he also didn’t fully trust you yet.

If you were anything like that damned brother of yours, you were nothing but trouble.

But deep down, he hated that gut feeling he had that told him you were different. It was all in your eyes. No matter how stubborn you were, your eyes always gave away how you were feeling.

The day Bakugou whispered for you to trust him in a moment of vulnerability for both of you, the way your fearful stare softened into one of mutual understanding as you aimed that dark barrel towards his enemy.

Even if you refused to admit it, you trusted him. And he knew it.

Did he care? Outwardly he would say no, but inwardly he was at war. He hated that he couldn’t just brush you aside like he did most people in his life. Even with his close friends, he trusted them enough to care of themselves. He fully believed everyone should be capable to keep themselves alive and well.

But with you, it was different. You seemed fairly capable, dare he say it, you even impressed him a few times. And still he felt this primal need to keep you safe.

He had only felt this way about his own mother and father, swearing on his life that they would never have to live in fear again once he took the thrown of their gang. The longer he worked in the field, the weaker his worries grew for those around him. He never lost, simple as that.

Of course he had a mutual respect for his peers, but he knew what they were capable of, therefore they needn’t his worry. The only person he needed to look out for was himself.

So why the fuck was he looking at you for the fifteenth time this car ride? Why did he feel his muscles relax when he saw your lips pout out ever so gently each time you took a deep breath in from your slumber.

It was stupid, fucking stupid.

“Doll finally gave in.” Kirishima spoke up, his expression softening when he finally noticed your resting figure in the rear view mirror.

“Didn’t she just wake up from a 3 day nap?” Kaminari sneered, looking at you with a grin. Sero immediately flicked his forehead with a scoff, everyone in the car internally groaning.

“She was in a coma dipshit, I wouldn’t call that a rejuvenating nap” Sero hissed with the click of his tongue.

Kaminari immediately growled at his friend, rubbing his head as he looked out the window with an annoyed expression.

Fortunately for you, the drive was long enough for you to get some proper rest before an elbow gently tapped at your side.

Rubbing your eyes, you slowly allowed your vision to focus on the apartment complex before you. The sight of the worn down reds and yellows bringing a nostalgic feeling to your chest.

Blinking for a moment you froze as a mental lightbulb lit up in your head. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by the ash blond or the redhead who were already looking at you through the rearview mirror.

Furrowing your brows, you sent a cold glare to your driver, who immediately returned it back as his fingers defensively gripped the wheel.

“Why are we here.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Kirishima looked to his friend before looking back to you, his body language growing more suspicious by the second.

“What do you recognize this place?” Sero asked with a raised brow, looking over to him you searched over the ravenette’s features. Searching for a lie or any suspicious look in his eye.

Why on earth would they have driven you to your grandmas house, they said they were taking you to your brother.

Were they lying? Were they luring you to your last living family member so they could sell your family off the face of the earth?

Your eyes flicked to the sharp red ones glaring at you through the mirror before you ripped open the car door, nearly breaking the door handle and ran as fast as you could towards the building.

Bakugou let out a growl as he whipped his car door open and glanced back at his men,

“Go cover all exits.”

This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. And yet it was, and it was your fault. You would think after almost two weeks of psychological abuse and lies you would finally learn these people aren’t to be trusted.

They worked in the business of mafia! Crimes, murder, drugs, evil, all things sinister.

Now these sick fucks were going to wipe your family name off the face of the earth because of your idiot brother, and your naïve ass.

Some children your parents raised.

The moment the familiar numbers of your grandma’s door came into view you sped up, a small yet foolish feeling of hope swelling in your rapidly beating chest.

Losing most control of your body your body from nerves alone you slammed against it, quickly backing up a bit as you pounded your fist against the door.

“Grandma?! Grandma (L/n) are you in there?” You screamed, trying to peer through the closed blinds as you felt your eyes water.

You couldn’t see the gang members but you could hear them, they were near and you were losing time. Did they already get to her?

“GRANDMA! Please grandma it’s me (F/n), open up! GRANDM-“

Before you could slam your fist against the door you felt a warm palm grab your wrist and spin you around, and an even more heated glare nearing your face as you felt Bakugou’s hot breath against your lips.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Gritting your teeth you lifted your knee up to your chest to create some distance between the two of you before digging your leg into his gut and shoving him away from you, which to both of your surprise actually knocked him back a few feet.

Your shocked expressions didn’t last long as Bakugou looked back up at you, a dark force looming around his figure as he brushed off his now untucked attire and slowly made his way to you.

Quickly glancing around for anything, literally anything at all to use defensively, you felt a powerful hand wrap around your throat causing a pained gasp to leave your lips.

“Did you forget who the fuck I am?”

The ash blond felt his head boil with rage. Who the hell did you think you were? He’s saved you at least three times now and you have the nerve to run from him and go put yourself in more danger?

What made him angrier is that he was more pissed that you could’ve been hurt in your escape, rather than the fact that you even tried to escape from him in the first place.

His clouded thoughts were interrupted by Kirishima calling his name, his head whipping to see his gang’s worried expressions.

By the stern look on Kirishima’s face he knew he took this too far. Glancing back over to you he felt his heart falter when he saw fresh crystalline tears threatening to fall from those beautiful lashes of yours.

His grip on your neck loosened, his eyes losing their fury as he watched you gasp for air once again, clawing at his fingers to let go.

His grip officially let go once the door behind you both swung open, a pair of familiar purple eyes meeting Bakugou’s.

“Ground Zero sir?” Shinso spoke with a raised brow, his eyes falling from him to your shaking figure, the gears starting to click in his head.

“Ah you must be...” 

“L/n?”

Your body froze at the sound of your brother’s voice as you peaked behind the tall guard to see your brother sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn and a remote in his hand as he lazily glanced over.

“(L/n) it’s you!” Your brother called, a grin on his face as he sat up a bit to the edge of the couch.

A warm yet gentle hand pressed against your back, your eyes looking back to a surprisingly soft pair of vermillion ones as Bakugou led you through the door. He didn’t dare look you in the eye, he almost looked... apologetic?

Either way you didn’t care, any trust you had in the man was gone the moment he put his hands on you.

“I see you’ve met Bakugou and our gang...” Your brother said as if introducing you to his casual friends, “What took you guys so long? I thought you picked her up from the club yesterday?”

A low growl was heard from the man behind you as the rest of the gang quickly filed in and closed the door behind them, being sure to lock it.

You noticed Bakugou begin to walk towards your brother menacingly, but in this moment you needed to let it all out.

Quickly you placed your hand against the ash blond’s chest, blocking his deadly path to your brother. Bakugou quickly looked at you with an angered expression until your eyes flicked to him with an emotion he’s never seen you wear.

Your eyes looked so empty, yet so angry. Like you had nothing to lose, and everything to say.

For once he stopped, watching as you walked towards your brother silently who looked at you with a grin. He opened his arms to you, expecting to pull his little sister into his embrace as he was sure you missed him so much.

What he didn’t understand is why you bent down to pick up a spare flip flop on the floor. Raising a brow he watched as you walked to him, your eyes trained on the floor as your (h/c) locks hid your glooming eyes.

“(L/n) what are you doing with-“

Before he could finish his final words, the sound of a crisp slap filled the air as the flip flop smacked him square across the cheek. It wasn’t enough to physically knock him back, but it was enough to make him howl in pain as he quickly held his cheek and hunched over.

Bakugou and his men jumped at the sound, not frightened by your actions but surely shocked. Shinso quickly reached for the cool weapon in his back pocket, but Bakugou clicked his tongue to him signaling him to hold off.

“(L/n) what the hell?!” Your brother shouted until you threw the other flip flop at him, cutting him off once more.

“Shut the hell up!” You screamed, your furious eyes now on him. He now had a clear view of you now that you were in the light, and he immediately had chills along his body.

The deep bags under your eyes were as bad as they were when your parents passed away. Your bloodshot eyes were filled with hot tears as you threw the other flip flop at him, your brother doing a poor job of deflecting it.

“(L..L/n) your neck...” Your brother whispered, noticing the fresh purple bruises forming along your soft skin.

Gritting your teeth, you internally cursed as you hiccupped between tears, screaming at your brother to shut up again as you threw the nearest object at him, you didn’t even know what it was.

“Grandma’s house? Are you fucking serious Kiyoshi?!”

Grandma? You were freaked out because this was your grandmother’s house, and of course your dick of a brother didn’t share a damn thing with you. What on earth ran through your mind when they pulled up here?

Bakugou felt his heart drop watching the scene unfold, especially as your neck did come into view. The power of his hands did a number, and he didn’t even think twice about it. You didn’t.. you didn’t deserve that.

Your brother was now able to deflect most of the objects you were throwing at him as he backed up on the couch. Bakugou noticed one of his men start to reach for their pocket once more as the scene got more violent, but the ash blond glared at him to stop. This needed to happen for you.

“You’re a shit brother!” You cried, throwing pillows now at your brother as he looked at you with confused eyes.

“I went through so much shit last week while you sat on your ass, barely bothering to text me or fill me in on what’s going on...”

Your brother sat up a bit, noticing you tire yourself out as you gripped the pillow in your hand.

“I’ve been touched inappropriately by so many people, screamed at, three different gangs have some fucking ‘blood claim’ on me...” You shouted, the warm tears now streaming down your face, “I almost got kidnapped Kiyoshi!”

Immediately your brother’s confused expression darkened as he looked to the mafia leader behind you almost looking for a confirmation to your words.

“Who almost kidnapped you?”

Ignoring his words you kept going.

“Then I had to trust these dickheads, who also almost got me killed, and I don’t even know who the hell to trust anymore!” You shouted, a painfully angered laughter bubbling out of your chest, “Mom and dad are gone, they’ve been gone. I tried my best to live a normal life and stay out of your way but just like always, you SUCK your bullshit into my life and I have to pay for it.”

Your brother’s expression remained stoic as you spoke.

“And even now, just when I think you can’t get any more selfish, you choose to hide at GRANDMA’S HOUSE?! Our last living relative?”

At this your brother puffed out his chest as he stood up angrily, “Where the hell else was I going to go (L/n)?”

You looked up at him with crazed eyes as you threw another pillow at him.

“Not my house! Can probably never go back there again because you sold out that location too!”

“Well where should I go then (L/n) huh? Where do you want me to go? Do you want me to die?!” Your brother shouted

“I want you to stop living like this!” You shouted, slamming your fist into his chest as your other held onto his shoulder.

Your brother froze at this, his arms raising up a bit as you fell into his embrace and broke into a sob.

“Mom and dad worked so hard to give us a normal life. To get us out of the twisted home we lived in, to help us get to college, do everything they never could.” You cried, your fist angrily gripping his shirt as you looked up to him, “All I wanted was for you to be there for me, be my older brother, but instead I had to be the adult at fourteen fucking years old...”

Your brother felt his knees buckle under your weight, slowly falling to the floor as you fell with him.

“I had to get you out of being expelled, I lost scholarships taking the blame for you..” You sobbed, burying your head into his chest, “But you never stopped, even now do you even care?”

You looked up at him, snot and tears streaming down your face but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the most notorious crime lord behind you hated you, or thought you were pathetic.

You were over it. Numb.

“(L/n)... (L/n) I’m so fucking sorry...” Your brother mumbled, tears of his own falling down his cheek as he held you close, his heart breaking each time you hiccupped or sniffled into his chest, “Of course I care, I’m never not angry with myself.”

You gripped his shirt until you swore your nails would tear holes into it. Gritting your teeth you weakly punched his chest one last time before you shoved him away.

“You’re a shit brother Kiyoshi.”

Kiyoshi looked at your ruined complexion, his thumb poorly attempting to wipe away one of the many tears burned into your cheek.

“I know I am sis..” Your brother mumbled, his similar eyes staring into your own, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m trying to do better... I will do better.”

Slowly sinking off his lap you scoot away from your brother and lean against the couch, using your arm to wipe your tears away.

“I don’t know how you feel about Bakugou and his gang, but they saved me when I was at my lowest...” Your brother explained, your eyes just barely sharing a glance Bakugou’s way before looking back to your brother, “That’s why I trusted them to look after you.”

Clicking your tongue you glared to the ash blond, your fingers ghosting along your neck as if to remind him what a great security guard he was.

Bakugou growled at your cold move, but his eyes held guilt as he looked away from your figure.

“I know you’re scared, and you don’t trust anyone in this room, not even me...” Kiyoshi spoke, looking down at his hands, “Honestly I can’t even blame you, but trust me when I say this,”

Your brother grabbed your hand causing you to look up at him, you froze when you saw his stern eyes look at you. For a minute you almost saw your father in him.

“We are going to fix this and make sure you get your old life back, I promise.”

Any saliva you had left in your dry mouth you had swallowed, you didn’t know what to think. You still felt numb, hopeless, but somehow you still felt that warmth of hope in your chest. You had to admire your body’s resilience to pain.

Even when you felt like you had no one, you always trusted someone. You wondered if that would be your demise someday.

Clicking your tongue you snatched your hand away, wiping what was left of your tears on your hand.

“I’ll believe it when I see it Kiyoshi.”

Your brother looked at you with guilty eyes before looking to Bakugou and his gang. The ash blond gave him a glare as if to say ‘Don’t look at me, this is your fault’.

Looking back at you, your brother’s eyes narrowed when he saw a faint red dot appear on your neck.

“(L/n)... you’re neck..” Your brother muttered, Bakugou groaning a bit as you scoffed.

“Yeah yeah I know, jazz hands over here decided to choke me for running away..” You hissed, shooting a sharp glare at Bakugou before your brother moved closer to you.

“No not that.. this red dot...” Your brother spoke, following it as it moved.

Rolling your eyes you bickered with your brother, claiming it was just red from your meltdown.

Bakugou didn’t seem to notice what your brother meant until he noticed a bright red dot trace along your arm. His eyes widening when he looked out the window to see a few faint red lasers shine against the moonlight.

“(L/N) GET DOWN!”

Your brother immediately grabbed your arm and tugged you into his chest, a scream escaping your lips as two bullets broke through the window and dug into the floor where you sat.

Peaking your eyes open you noticed Bakugou where you once sat, his arm lifting the ottoman of the couch up to shield against the window.

“Your bathroom have windows?” Bakugou questioned, his vermillion eyes looking into your now fearful ones.

He swore if he had to see those beautiful (e/c) eyes fill with tears one more time he was going to tear the world apart one piece at a time.

When you shook your head no, Bakugou nodded his head to Kirishima who knew exactly what he wanted.

“Hide in the bathroom and don’t come out till I get you, understand?”

Bakugou expected you to understand, but his heart sank when he heard you whimper “Yes sir” before Kirishima began to drag you down the hallway.

Normally his chest would swell with pride with you addressing him as you were told, but he couldn’t help but feel like you spoke out of fear rather than respect.

Nevertheless, he had more important things to worry about as a pair of feet crashed through the now completely shadowed window. Two men rolling across the couch and into the living room.

Before Kirishima could effectively secure you in the bathroom, your brother peaked his head around the corner and shouted your name.

Whipping your head to him you noticed him eye the door behind you, your eyes following you the spare bedroom. Raising your brow you looked back to him your eyes widened when you saw your brother mouth ‘Estella’

Narrowing your eyes you nodded as Kirishima gently led you into the bathroom.

“Don’t worry your pretty head (L/n), this will only take a second.” Kirishima said with a toothy smile.

Even with all the frustration and pain you felt, you couldn’t stop yourself from returning a lopsided smile at the calm brute before he closed the door behind him.

Kaminari and Sero were already out the door, surveying the building to see if the the two goons came alone.

Based off the ridiculous slicked back hair both men held, Bakugou knew Monoma sent them. That idiot of a leader made all his men wear the same greased back hair style, something about gang unity or some bullshit,

“Why the hell does that copy bastard want (L/n)?” Bakugou hissed as he eyed the two tranquillizing guns the men had.

Clearly they didn’t care to talk much as they immediately started shooting around the room.

Bakugou was quick to bark demands, Shinso ducking behind the kitchen door frame while Bakugou moved behind a tall bookshelf.

“Henkan doesn’t give a fuck who delivers the girl to him, so we’re going to do what Shindo failed to do.” One of the men sneered, muttering for his peer to grab you from the bathroom.

The ash blond felt his teeth grit hearing the footsteps move down the hallway, but he knew the issue was fixed when the sound of metal tore through flesh.

Moving from around the corner Bakugou saw as Kirishima’s knife was currently elbow deep into the man’s stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kirishima said sadistically, wearing his classic grin as he gripped the man’s face with his palm alone and slammed it against the wall.

Once Bakugou saw the puddles of red drip down the cream walls, he knew only one target remained.

Taking advantage of the shocked comrade Bakugou whistled for Shinso to take out the final intruder.

The purple haired man quickly aimed his weapon at the man until he grabbed Kiyoshi by the hair and lifted him up into a chokehold.

“C..Come any closer and I blow his fucking brains out...” The man stuttered, clearly horrified seeing his comrade’s face demolished against the wall, “I’ll fucking do it!”

Bakugou looked for any sort of idea around the room, but as the gun safety clicked off against your brother’s head he knew time was not on his side.

Once you noticed the room get quiet, you made your move to the spare room. Silence was never good in standoffs like this.

Peaking your head around the corner your eyes widened when you saw a pistol pressed against the side of your brother’s head.

“Damn it Kiyoshi...”

Crawling to the spare room you quickly peaked your head underneath the bed, searching for your grandma’s beloved Estella.

Ever since you and your brother were little, your grandma told you that a happy house was never a defenseless house. She had many strange weapons hiding around the home, as bizarre as a sling shot and pebble.

But by far her favorite was a vintage rifle that she even named after her favorite cat.

Once your eyes fell on the familiar auburn wood you grinned as you quietly snatched it, shocked as you were reminded how heavy the authentic wood is.

Standing up quietly, you tiptoed the best you could down the hallway, letting your elbow dig into your side to support the heavy weapon in your hands.

Luckily nobody in the room seemed to notice your figure, any sudden movement or sound would probably set off the intruder causing him to shoot your brother. You needed to throw him off guard before loading the loud weapon.

“Say hello to Estalla buttercup.”

The sound of your ominous voice in the dark shadows of the hallway had the intruder confused as he quickly whipped his head around.

Taking the free moment, you cocked the gun back and aimed for his thigh, the blast booming throughout the small apartment.

The man crumpled to the ground as his blood gushed out of his own leg. Clearly the bullets in this gun were not to be messed with, the hole nearly making your hurl as you leaned against the wall for support.

Out of all the guns you’ve had to use this week, this one was the most intense. The blast alone knocked you into the wall as you barely caught the heavy weapon from falling to the floor.

Everyone’s eyes moved from the intruder to you, Bakugou mumbling a string of curses as he watched you barely try to get yourself standing against the wall.

“(L/n) you did it! That’s my sis!” Your brother shouted with excitement until Kirishima clicked his tongue in annoyance and shoved his head aside.

Kiyoshi truly was a dense airhead.

“Your sister doesn’t follow fucking instructions very well.” Bakugou growled as he stormed to your quivering body.

He hadn’t noticed his menacing body language until you flinched as he reached out to grab the gun from you.

Freezing for a minute Bakugou blew out a raspberry and avoided your gaze, not being able to look into your eyes.

Just the sight of the weapon in your arms didn’t feel right. Every passing second reminded him how unfair all of this was for you.

According to your sob story you were supposed to be in college right now, with a full ride. He imagined you were the perfect little teacher’s pet. President of the school. Captain of any little team your pretty head found interest in.

You deserved to be cuddled up in a dorm room, with a dorky prissy school girl uniform on, and whatever stupid coffee girls drank these days.

Instead you were in whatever dominatrix ass spy outfit Mina put you in, with a giant rifle that looks like it was made before the civil war.

He could tell you were trying your best to put on a brave face, but your body gave away its exhaustion. Shoulders sagging and tense, probably from the amounts of blood all over the floor of your own grandmother's house.

The one place every child feels safe, now looked like a meat locker.

Gritting his teeth, the ash blond grabbed the weapon from you, his fingers gently brushing across yours as he looked at you with genuine eyes for the second time since you’ve met him.

The first only being when he asked you to trust him for the first time.

“Relax, stubborn girl.”

You felt yourself freeze up under his genuine stare, his gentle vermillion eyes hiding something you couldn’t quite make out. Lost in his stare, you let him lift the heavy weapon from your hands, only looking away when Kirishima quickly returned to your side.

“Are you okay (L/n)? Where did you even get that thing?”

Finding comfort in Kirishima’s presence you let go of your grasp on the gun and moved closer to the redhead, “Spare room.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at your response to move away from him and closer to Kirishima. He deserved it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still piss him off.

“You were supposed to stay in the fucking bathroom.” Bakugou snapped, shoving the weapon in Kirishima’s hands as his typical scowl fell upon you again.

“You’re welcome for ‘disobeying’, master,” You hissed coldly, brushing past the two of them while making sure your shoulder jabbed into Bakugou’s side in the process, “I saved your lives.”

You fucking brat. The ash blond despised the way he felt his crotch twitch at your words, his fists curled into white fists as Kirishima nervously looked to his leader.

“I told her to do it Zero.” Your brother spoke up, his frustrated vermillion eyes now glaring to Kiyoshi. Bakugou hated how similar his eyes were to your own. It was like looking into the same person.

“I would have done it either way.” You mumbled, walking over the groaning man that Shinsou was now tying up and away from the hallway entrance.

You initially headed to your brother until you noticed the pinkish red substance dripping against the corner of the wall beneath him.

“I..Is that from you Kiyoshi?” You whispered, your eyes widened in horror as your brother followed your gaze to the demolished wall behind him.

“No! No... that’s the remains of this guy.” Your brother spoke, hesitantly pointing to the body on the floor. As soon as you saw the man’s mutilated skull you immediately sucked your breath in and whipped your head to the side.

Since nobody else had human remains on their hand, your eyes slowly looked back to the brutish redhead, the one person in this damn room you felt semi-comfortable with. Once your eyes connected with his bloodied palm, you confirmed your suspicions of who was responsible for the corpse.

Biting your lip you painfully looked up into Kirishima’s eyes, digging your nails into the flesh of your palms to prevent yourself from all but breaking down.

The redhead quickly hid his bloodied palm from your view, guilt flooding over him though he knew he was only doing his job.

“It’s fine...” You muttered, shocking the two brutes in the corner as you sat against the dining table and ran your fingers along your face, “It’s fine.. I know it’s your job. Just not good with that kind of stuff.”

Your brother chuckled softly shuffling over to you as he wrapped a loose arm around your shoulder, “She’s always been squeamish with blood, I’ll never forget when you almost passed out when I cut my finger off.”

Glaring to him you gently shoved him away and stood up, rolling your eyes as he wiggled his deformed looking thumb in your face.

Before you had the chance to quip back at him, the sound of the front door opening had you squeak a bit. You hadn’t even noticed how your body instinctively dashed behind Bakugou and Kirishima’s, or how the two stood in front of you without question.

Once everyone realized it was just Kaminari and Sero, the tense air settled down once again.

“What the hell, you ran to them before your own brother?” Kiyoshi whined, brows furrowed offendedly as you raised a brow wondering why he even needed to ask that.

Kirishima simply smiled back to you, feeling better that you seemed to at least trust him to keep you safe. Bakugou simply sneered, smugly smirking at your brother before quickly glancing back at you. It was then you realized your fingers were gently wrapped around Bakugou’s arm.

You wanted to be mad at yourself for letting your body instinctively trust this monster. The same monster who was just wrapping his hands around your throat threateningly. The same monster who put you in multiple near death situations.

But you also saw what that monster was capable of doing, so at least you could blame it on instinct. That still didn’t stop the warm blush that rose to your cheeks as you quickly let go of his arm.

“It was just those two boss, nobody else on the site.” Sero spoke with a grin.

Bakugou nodded, instructing them to lock the door before stepping out of the hallway and surveying the trashed living room.

“Shinso, bring this asshole to the kitchen once you finish tying him up. And tie up his leg so he doesn’t die of blood loss.” Bakugou growled, a sick grin twisting on his face when the man started pleading to the ash blond above him.

“I have a few questions for you before you become my little plaything.”

Shinso nodded as he began to lift the man towards the kitchen until a new figure opened the door, the movement having everyone in the room grab their guns and aim for the door.

They damn near would’ve shot too if your gasp didn’t have them all looking back first. “Grandma!”

You quickly shoved past the two men in front of you and wrapped your arms around the frail old lady, everyone either looking confused or shock.

“Wait... your actual grandmother fucking lives here?” Shinsou shouted to your brother, Kiyoshi blinking as he crossed his arms defensively.

“Duh, I literally told you that... who the hell do you think was making all the food?”

In that moment, everyone seemed to understand your frustration with your brother.

But also in that moment you didn’t care, you for the first time felt genuinely warm and safe as your grandma held you close to her chest.

“My dear (L/n), how are you doing baby?” You backed away just enough to look down to her, attempting to smile as she rubbed her thumb against your cheek.

Your grandma didn’t seem to buy your fake smile as her brows furrowed, lips turning into a frown as she pulled you back into a tight hug.

“You look tired (L/n).”

Her voice had a fresh set of tears fill your eyes, your lip quivering as you inhaled sharply and gripped at her dress.

“I’m fine grandma...” You spoke softly, kissing her cheek before backing away, “Just had a... busy week.”

Bakugou scoffed at your excuse, taking note of your immediate habit of shoving emotions down.

“Well now, you clearly can’t be fine wearing something like this…” You grandma huffed out, her nails peeling at the black body suit you had on before letting it go causing it to snap against your skin, “Can you even breath young lady?”

The feeling of the tight material snapping against your side made you squeak as you jumped up, rubbing your side while ignoring the sneers from behind you.

“I..I’m borrowing this from a friend grandma.” You said with a nervous chuckle, backing away slightly so she couldn’t tug at your outfit again.

“Well tell them they need less flashy attire,” Your grandma spoke with a huff before turning to your brother, her eyes narrowing, “Did you use my Estella boy?”

The gang members all watched this family affair go down, wondering why the grandma hadn’t mentioned the multiple grown men strapped with weapons or the bleeding our corpse on the floor. Was this normal for your family?

“(L/n) was the one who used it! Don’t look at me!” Your brother spat, glaring at you as your mouth dropped as if shocked by his accusation.

“Oh please, my sweet little angel face couldn’t have made this mess.” Your grandma cooed, quickly pulling you back to her as she spread kisses across your face.

Immediately you started cringing a bit at the feeling of dry lips smothering your face, up until your grandma began to finally acknowledge the gang members.

“Well don’t just stand there like buffoons, clean up my damn house so my granddaughter doesn’t have to see this traumatizing mess you’ve made!”

The men immediately looked to Bakugou, who had an expression of confusion and anger. His mom always raised him to respect his elders, but he also couldn’t look weak in front of his men.

What really pissed him off was that shit eating smirk on your face as your grandma smothered you with love. You definitely were the spoiled brat of your family.

“Clean this fuckin shit up, bring the asshole to the kitchen.” Bakugou hissed, immediately storming past you both into the kitchen.

“Watch out with that one dear, he’s fiery.” Your grandma spoke with a wink before retreating to her room.

“W..Wait grandma, where are you going?”

The old woman simply chuckled, looking back to you with a knowing look.

“You know how I raised you two, your problems are your problems to fix alone. I’m too old to be butting my head into it.” Your grandma spoke before placing her hand above your heart, “Just make sure you trust this above all else, alright?”

Biting your lip you felt yourself swallow saliva to prevent the tears from spilling from your eyes, your lips forming into a small pout as you nodded your head.

“That’s my angel face, now go rest while these boys do their work.”

Watching as she walked away, you found yourself feeling awkward amidst the chaos. With everyone cleaning up and moving around you, it was like you were suddenly back to the gravity of the situation.

As much as you hated to admit it, the person you wanted to gravitate to was Bakugou. Even after the man just tried to possibly kill you for disobeying him, you still felt this need to be by his side.

Ultimately he did protect you during that attack, and for a minute he almost looked apologetic. Maybe he wasn’t to quite be trusted, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect you.

After pondering your nagging thoughts for awhile, you decided to join the ash blond in the kitchen to silence your brain’s internal arguments.

Though when you saw the display before you, you wanted to immediately turn back around and pretend you never saw a damn thing, but those vermillion eyes were already on you.

The intruder was strapped down to your grandma’s dining room table, his arms bound on either side of him.

Bakugou sat before him, legs spread wide with a sinister look on his face as Kirishima and Shinsou stood on either side of the man with bloodied tools.

Wincing at the sight you kept your eyes trained back to Bakugou’s, who was still looking at you with a raised brow.

“The fuck do you want?”

This was it. This was what you hated about him. As much as you wanted to snap at him and tell him how you really felt, as soon as you felt his heated glare on you, you felt like your brain was turning into a puddle.

“I… I just didn’t want to be in the living room alone…” You muttered, playing with your fingers as you looked down.

“Where the hell is your brother?”

Admittedly, your brother had decided to sit back down on the couch and continue whatever show he was watching as if nothing happened, but to be honest he was the last person you wanted to sit with right now.

Bakugou could read the torn expression on his face, his eyes narrowing as he examined every feature you had.

Honestly after seeing the way your brother treated you, he couldn’t blame you. Your whole life you had to step up and act like the older sibling, so you probably never had anyone that made you feel genuinely safe.

That’s probably why your emotions did a complete flip as soon as your grandma came into the picture. You craved stable figures in your life. Protective ones.

That’s also probably why you had drawn a liking to Kirishima, the redhead knew it too. Even with all the sinister felonies he’s committed, he’s never broken his code to “being a man”.

That code extended to protecting any woman or child at all costs, no matter the circumstances.

Bakugou would be lying at this point if he said he didn’t have a soft spot for you too, but he also had a reputation to uphold.

Clicking his tongue, the ash blond signaled for Kaminari to drag a chair over beside him.

“Don’t fucking speak, and don’t you dare watch because if you puke on me? I’ll kill you.”

Even with the empty threat you quickly sat beside the ash blond eyes glued to the kitchen window as you listened to the leader’s deep calculated breaths.

Bakugou watched as you scooted your chair closer to his own in the corner of his eyes, but he elected to ignore the rapid beating that was growing in his chest, his eyes falling back to the sorry victim before him.

“Now come on pal, you don’t want to be screaming and flopping like a pathetic fish in front of my little doll here, do you?” Bakugou spoke in a malicious tone.

You felt your heart do a backflip at his words. His little doll. He’s never said you were his before.

“I don’t give a shit about that tramp!” The man shouted, though his voice was clearly trembling.

Without needing to say a word, Kirishima pinched the pliers against the man’s last fingernail and ripped it completely off the nail bed. Normally he would do it slowly, but Bakugou could see the anger in Kirishima’s eyes at the man’s words.

The cries that filled the air made you wince, but you chose to be here, so you weren’t about to complain.

“And why don’t you give a shit? Don’t you think you should in a position like this?” Bakugou hissed with narrowed eyes

Even in a painfully vulnerable place, the man still found the guts to spit on the table before Bakugou, his eyes suddenly growing wide and crazed.

“Why should I care?! She’s just another useless pawn in the game!” The man cried, his eyes leaving Bakugou’s and falling onto you.

The fact that the man even dared to look your direction made the mafia leader’s blood boil.

“Matter of fact, hey doll, wanna know what we were planning to do to you?”

Your head whipped over to the man as he spoke, your eyes widening in fear as you saw the deranged look in his eye.

“Yeah that’s right, look at me with those terrified eyes! You should be scared 'cause just because I failed, doesn’t mean the rest of the men won’t come after you and-“

What happened next took seconds. Mere seconds. No screams, no cries, just the sound of blade tearing against flesh.

The ash blond made sure to stand in front of the table to prohibit you from seeing most of what he saw, but the moment you saw a sliver the man’s jaw dangling beneath his shoulders, you felt your stomach begin to bubble up.

“There, that’s better.” Bakugou whispered coolly, grinning calmly as he watched the man’s lower half of his face slowly sink into his lap, “You sound so much better like this, don’t you agree?”

The silence that filled the room was eerie, you could tell something dreadful happened when Kirishima and Shinso’s expressions went blank, immediately dropping the tools they had on the table besides Bakugou.

“Actually, don’t answer that.” The ash blond said with a chuckle before turning back to his clan.

“Kirishima and Kaminari take princess back to the car, we’re going to pay Monoma a little visit,” Bakugou spoke calmly before turning to Shinso and Sero, “You two go back to the base and gather the team up, we’re ending this.”

Before you could open your mouth you felt a gentle but firm hand grab your upper arm, leading you towards the door. You looked up to see Kirishima already looking down at you, his grim expression making chills go down your back.

He gently shook his head no, as if he could see the little cogs in your head spinning.

Biting your lip you spun around anyway, your eyes meeting Bakugou’s and the look in his eye was chilling.

You hadn’t even noticed how Kirishima placed his hand on the side of your face, blocking your view from the dismembered body on the table.

All you could stare at was Bakugou’s furious, no, feral eyes. He’s red hues were fully dilated and his jaw was clenched so tight you swore it would break.

With your brows furrowing nervously, you opened your mouth to utter his name, but before you could get the first syllable out, he cut you off.

“(L/n), get in the car.”

With those words, the two men led you out the door without another word.

Bakugou wasn’t a good guy. He knew it, and he didn’t pretend to be. He had morals and he tried his best to stick by them, but at the end of the day he was a crime committing man who would kill to get his way.

This situation was no different.

“You know why I’m angry at you buddy?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes falling on the victim who’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

“No, please don’t rush to answer,” Bakugou sneered as he picked up what used to be an ice cream scooper, “I’ll give you a hint, it’s not because you tried to kidnap (L/n).”

The man suddenly stopped his shaking, raising a nervous eyebrow at Bakugou’s words.

“How could I blame you for that? You’re just doing your job!” The ash blond spoke with a laugh, his fingers tracing along the tool he held, “No no my boy. I’m angry at you because you dared to look in her fucking direction.”

Bakugou slammed his fist on the table, causing the man to jump as Bakugou neared his barely assembled face.

“Your filthy eyes attempted to defile my doll and scare her senseless. In front of me! Me of all fucking people!”

The man quickly shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he began to understand what Bakugou’s plans were for him now.

“I would say if you dare look in her direction again, I’ll fucking kill you…” Bakugou said with a laugh, letting the cool metal of the tool dance along the man’s bonded arms, “But I thought of an even better idea.”

Bakugou raised the metal scooper to the man’s eyes, watching as the man nearly went cross-eyed as she shook in fear.

“I’ll just gouge your fucking eyes out, so you’ll never be able to even look at what’s mine again.”

The ash blond took a bit longer than he had expected, but he was a villain, not a monster.

He made sure to dispose of the body for your grandmother, cleaning up the mess he has made and making sure everything was in order the way it was.

He didn’t question the specific cleaning supplies she had that was known under the table for cleaning up a crime scene, or the multiple strange weapons he found around the house.

Instead he found it endearing, maybe you got your feisty side from that crazy old lady.

Wishing her a good night and a promise to have her windows fixed as soon as possible, Bakugou finally made his way out of the apartment and down to his car.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to be sandwiched between the two men in the back seat, the minute he leaned down to the back door window he saw your eyes glued to his own.

Looking to Kirishima, he raised a brow as if questioning the bizarre situation.

“She didn’t want to be alone.”

In that moment he finally realized your fingers were digging into Kirishima’s pants, your knuckles practically turning white.

Shit, he really did scare you. He swore when that bratty mouth of yours finally shut up he would be happy, but to see you so shaken almost had him feeling sick inside.

The sound of your soft voice distracted him from his thoughts, his eyes flicking up to your own that held an expression he had never seen on you before.

“Did… did you kill him?”

Damn it.. why did you have to look at him like that?

Kirishima looked at you with gentle eyes, rubbing your arm as if to silently confirm your suspicions until Bakugou reached through the window and grabbed your chin.

He absolutely adored the look in your eyes. He was sick for it but he didn’t care. Those shimmery doe shaped eyes, filled with too much to fully understand. Fear, curiosity, confusion, comfort.

All he wanted to do was shield you away from the world so you could be his forever. Nobody else’s. Only his.

“Don’t ask stupid questions doll, now get in the front seat.”

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