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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Corruption kink with shiggy, innocent fem reader pls?

Smut. 18+. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Probably some other stuff. I hope you like this, anon!

Note: Just assume this happens post-War Arc, but that AFO fucked off and was never heard from again.

Oh no. This could NOT be happening. It’s your first day on the job as a sidekick, your very first day, and you stumble upon the world’s most dangerous villain: Shigaraki Tomura. Five minutes ago you were just doing boring patrols around the city. Now you’re looking down an alleyway at a monster in red sneakers. It’s too late to run away, he’s already spotted you peeking your head around the corner of the nearby building, and you’re not dumb enough to think you could take him on alone. Even several pro heroes teaming up couldn’t handle him!

He’s looking at you, red eyes shining in the dim light of dusk. You look back at him, wondering how fast he’ll murder you.

“Come on out, hero,” he says.

You sigh and step around the corner. “Um, actually, I’m a sidekick, not a hero.”

He doesn’t reply to that, just stares at you as if sizing up what sort of threat you could be. Little does he know you pose less of a threat to him than a baby deer would.

You slowly approach him, not wanting to upset him in any way. You’ve heard he could be volatile. You watch him as you walk, looking for any signs that he’s going to attack. Unfortunately, this means you’re not looking at the ground, so you don’t see the discarded beer bottle right in your path. The high heel of your ridiculously impractical boots gets caught on the bottle, and you faceplant spectacularly in the alley, almost landing at Shigaraki’s feet.

For a moment, you’re so embarrassed that you can’t move. Then you gradually get up, being extra careful with the heels. When you look up at Shigaraki, he has a strange expression on his face, as if he wants to laugh but is keeping his composure.

“Sorry, this is my first time wearing this costume. I’ve never worn heels this high,” you say, reaching down to rub your sore ankle.

Shigaraki folds his arms over his chest. “This is your first day as a hero?” he asks skeptically.

Now that you’re up close, you can see his face clearly. You’re surprised by how good looking he is. In fact, he’s totally your type! You find yourself staring at his lips, instinctively wetting your own. “Uh, sidekick, not hero,” you say again, distracted by how toned his arms look in his black shirt.

“So? What are you going to do?”

What does he mean? Does he really think you’re going to try to fight him? When you can barely walk on pavement? “Well, if you’re not actively committing any crimes, I don’t think I have to try to stop you.”

He’s still looking at your suspiciously. “Let’s say I’m not committing any crimes.”

“You’re not? That’s great! I’ll just be going then…” You start to turn around, thankful that you’re still alive, when his voice stops you.

“You’re just going to believe me?”

You look back at him. “Shouldn’t I?”

He shakes his head. “Are you for real? No hero can be this naive.”

“Sidekick,” you say, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He seems to be in deep thought.

“I think I have a quirk that’s perfect for this,” he says.

“Huh?”

Before you can do anything else, Shigaraki raises one hand and a pink mist spreads out from it.

“It’s called ‘Truth Serum’,” he tells you as the mist drifts over you and you have no choice but to breathe it in. You cough and try to expel it from your lungs, but it’s too late. Whatever effect this quirk has, it’s going to work on you.

For a few seconds, you just stand there, waiting to feel something. When nothing seems to happen, you look at him questioningly.

“How did you find me?” he asks.

“I just glanced down this alley as I walked by and spotted you.” You blink, surprised by how fast and automatically you answered.

“Were you looking for me?”

“No. It was a total coincidence.” There it was again, that answer that seemed to come straight from your mind, with no filter.

He seems to be thinking for a moment, and then asks, “How long have you been a hero?”

“I’m not a hero. I’m a sidekick. And this is my first day.”

“So you were telling the truth,” he says, looking slightly more relaxed.

“Yes,” you reply absently, your voice working but your mind distracted as you enjoy watching his face make subtly different expressions. Those eyes…. that hair… You just want to run your hands through it.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I think you’re incredibly sexy.” Wait. What did you just say? Out loud? To Shigaraki Tomura? You clasp your hands over your mouth with a gasp. This “truth serum” quirk is dangerous! Not to mention embarrassing.

Shigaraki’s eyes are wide as he looks at you. Evidently he got a little more than he bargained for when he asked that question. “Really?” he asks, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You have your hands clamped over your mouth, but the second he finished the question, you move them and say, “Yes. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You blush crimson and cover your mouth again. How dare it betray you this way!

Shigaraki is grinning. “So that’s what you think of me?”

“Yes. Also, I’m terrified of you.”

He holds up his hands in front of him, one of them missing several fingers. “Because I could kill you so easily?”

“Yeah, that’s one reason.”

“What’s the other?”

You try not to answer. You fight it really hard, but the words spill out anyway. “You make me think impure thoughts.”

Shigaraki blinks, then suddenly laughs. “Seriously? What kind of impure thoughts?”

Oh no. Please don’t say it. Please just keep your mouth shut. Please just shut- “That I want you to kiss me. That I want to touch your hair. That I want to know what your hands would feel like all over me.”

The laugher dies in his throat. He seems genuinely surprised by your answer. Actually, it looks like his face is slightly pink. An awkward silence falls over the alley, then Shigaraki steps closer to you, within touching distance, and looks down at your face. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you answer, your voice cracking slightly on the word. You do want him to touch you, but admitting it to him? It’s mortifying. It’s also scary. You know what those hands can do. He’s your enemy. And it’s also scary for another reason…

Shigaraki turns you around to face away from him, then places his hands on your shoulders from behind. He’s so close that you can feel his chest brushing against your back. He slowly moves his hands down your arms, then moves them to your waist, then slides them up. You suck in a nervous breath as his hands reach your breasts then grope gently at them through your clothes.

His hands then move down to your hips, one of them sliding over to your inner thigh and moving up toward your groin. It stops just before it reaches your most private spot. Shigaraki leans his face forward, right beside your ear, and asks, “Want me to keep going?”

You slam a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hide the truth. Shigaraki reaches up with the hand that’s missing fingers and pulls your hand away from your face.

“Yes!” you blurt out.As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Shigaraki’s hand glides up between your legs and squeezes. The thin spandex of your ridiculous costume is the only thing separating his skin from yours. You can feel his fingers pressing against the soft mound, and you let out a small moan.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.

“Y-yes,” you say, abandoning your attempts to stop yourself from answering. You realize you’re trembling.

“Are you still afraid of me?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid of other things too…”

His lips grazed your ear as he asked, “What other things?”

“No one has ever touched me there before, so feeling like this scares me.”

Shigaraki looks you in the face, his hand still groping at you. “No one? Really?”

“Yes, no one,” you confirm, blushing again. So you’ve just admitted you’re a virgin.

He grins. “I bet you touch yourself there a lot, huh?”

“Not a lot,” you say, shuddering as he gives a slightly harder squeeze, “Just a couple of times, just a little bit. It felt too intense so I stopped right after I started.”

Shigaraki withdrew his hand and stepped away from you. You almost collapsed right there. Your knees were wobbly, and it felt like your costume was damp between your legs.

“You mean you never finished? So you’ve never…” he trailed off, looking surprised.

You’re completely red at this point. You’ve just explained your entire sexual history to him, what little there was of it. You had a sheltered childhood, and as a teenager you spent most of your time at home reading or playing games. So you ended up being somewhat clueless about sex.

“No, I never finished,” you answer, assuming he’s referring to having an orgasm. You’ve never had one before, but they sound amazing. You’re just too nervous to go that far, even alone. You’re incredibly sensitive, and the couple of times you tried masturbating, you chickened out and stopped when the sensations became too much.

“Maybe I can help you out sometime,” he says with a grin.

A noise behind you at the entrance to the alley draws your attention and you turn around, afraid some poor civilian might get mixed up in this. There’s a drunken man in a suit stumbling around, nearly falling before catching himself on a wall. When you look back to Shigaraki, he’s gone without a trace.

Thankful to have escaped the encounter with your life, but also completely humiliated, you limp out of the alley on your sore ankle and finish your patrols.

Over the next few weeks, you find yourself running into Shigaraki “by coincidence” many times. You’ve heard he has a quirk that lets him search out specific people, and you wonder if he’s using it on you. He always appears when you’re alone, always hits you with that damned “Truth Serum” quirk, and always asks you embarrassing questions. Have you been thinking about him? (Yes) Did you ever try touching yourself again? (No) Have you told any of the heroes about meeting him? (No)

He even made you admit that you’ve been having dreams about him, though thankfully you were interrupted before he could ask you what the dreams were about. If you had to describe such filthy things, you’d absolutely die of shame. Once he asked you what you’ve been thinking about and you said you’ve been wondering what he looks like naked. He paused for a minute then asked if you wanted to see his dick. You said yes, of course, and he pulled it out right there in front of you.

You immediate reaction was to cover your eyes. You’d never seen a naked man in person before this, so it was a bit of a shock. But then you actually looked. For some reason, you always thought you’d be mildly grossed out the first time you were faced with a penis, but you didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, you liked the way it looked. You didn’t touch him, and he left soon after.

Some of the encounters resulted in him groping you again. He always asked if you wanted him to, and you always did, even if you wished you could hide it. Those meetings left you feeling dirty, like a pervert. You’ve never felt like this before, about anyone. And now you can’t stop thinking about Shigaraki, can’t stop imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to you.

Finally, one day, he appears at the door to your apartment. You’re shocked when you open the door, but you invite him in. He follows you into your tiny living room, but he doesn’t sit down, even after you take a seat on the couch. He’s standing there in black pants and a black hoodie, soft white hair framing his face. He raises one hand, and the pink mist comes out. You don’t even struggle against it anymore.

“Are you happy to see me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He grins. “I came to help you finish for once.”

For a moment, you don’t understand what he means. Then it dawns on you, and two feelings simultaneously erupt within you: panic at the thought that things are about to get more embarrassing, and arousal at the very idea of him ‘helping you’, whatever that means.

“Wait,” you say, “I’m not sure I-”

“Do you want to have an orgasm?” he asks you, interrupting.

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. Damn this truth serum quirk!

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes,” you say again, your voice breathless. You’ve never been this scared, or this excited, in your life.

He reaches down and places his hand on your thigh. Within seconds, your shorts and panties crumble away, leaving you exposed. You shriek and try to cover yourself with the end of your tshirt, but Shigaraki stops you. “I want to watch you,” he says, eyes staring into yours.

You let go of your shirt, and Shigaraki gently lifts one of your legs up, so that one foot is on the seat of the couch beside you. This pose leaves you spread open, all of you on display for him. He backs up a few steps and takes in the view. Your face feels hot, and you know you must be absolutely scarlet.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice low.

You hesitate. You were embarrassed and scared to do this by yourself. How could you possibly do it in front of him? But you can already feel it. You’re wet. This is turning you on! You reach down a shaky hand and lightly rub the outer flesh of your pussy. It already feels sticky. You glance up and see his red eyes fixed on you, on your hand making its first timid movements.

“Spread it open,” he says, still standing a couple of feet away. His face looks transfixed as he watches you do as he commanded, using your fingers to open the folds. Cool air hits the sensitive skin, and you shudder in response. You use one finger to circle your clit, almost afraid to touch it directly. But you can see it in his eyes. He’s hungry to see you go for it. So you do. You rub your clit, slowly and gently at first, and then apply a little more pressure.

It feels so good, you think you might cum in seconds. “Slow down,” Shigaraki says, drawing your eyes up to him, making sure you don’t forget he’s there. You follow his instruction, slowing your pace. You moan as a wave of pleasure hits you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you when you groan out, “You!”

You look at his face, and his eyes flash with desire and excitement. “What about me?”

“How much I want you… how much I want…”

He’s watching you so intently, it’s like the two of you are the only things that exist in the whole world. “How much you want what?” he asks.

You’re still under the effects of the truth serum. You can’t avoid answering, even if you wanted to. “How much I want your cock!” you scream, your fingers now stroking your clit furiously.

He comes closer and kneels down in front of you, so close he could kiss your thighs if he wanted to. “Tell me every dirty thought you’re having about me.”

“I want you to kiss me! I want you inside me! I want you to cum in my mouth! I want you to take my virginity! I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk! I want you to wreck me! I want to be your personal slut!” The words spill out, dirty, shameful thoughts you never had until you met him. You’ve always been the innocent, naive one who blushes over a slightly naughty joke. Now you’re masturbating and screaming out your every desire in front of the king of villains. What’s happening to you?

Shigaraki gives you a teeth-baring grin. “Good girl,” he says, and that pushes you over the edge. You feel a rush of unbridled pleasure wash over your entire body. You arch your back, toss your head back, and scream out in ecstasy. You just experienced your first orgasm, and it felt incredible. You pant and tremble as your body relaxes and your head clears. That’s when you realize: Shigaraki just watched you have your first orgasm. The rush of euphoria you felt is replaced by a rush of embarrassment.

You close your legs and pull your shirt down in an effort to cover yourself, lowering your eyes to avoid looking at him. You can’t believe you said all those things, did all those things, in front of him. He must think you’re a total slut.

To your surprise, he sits down on the couch beside you and pulls you closer to him. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m gonna make all your wishes come true tonight. Starting with…” He tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours, then slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s a soft, passionate kiss. “What do you think of me now?” he asks,

“I think I’m in love with you.” The answer comes freely, of course. Stupid truth serum.

It’s as if he can read your mind. He grins. “Truth Serum wore off just after you finished,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “You tricked me!”

He laughs, then kisses you again. “Ready for me to wreck you?”

You blush at your words being thrown back at you, but you nod and answer, “Yes.”

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b612sunsets · 2 years

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kattodoroki · 5 years

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That’s My Wife. (Bakugou x Reader)

/What’s up you guys, back again w the shit fanfic. Hopefully, this one is enjoyable! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always nice! thank you for reading./

You and your child are stuck at home until you notice your husband left some belongings at home, so you take the chance to bring him his stuff.

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Ever since you had a child you tended to be more… well, skittish. You think your mental stability decreased by 50 percent and your anxiety increased by 100. You had a family to worry about, your husband being a pro hero, you being a ‘retired for now’ pro hero, and you and Bakugou had a whole baby to take care of. You had a pretty busy schedule. Every. Single. Day. You couldn’t complain, well sometimes you could but you would never tell anyone that, you had everything you wanted in life, even if some of the things weren’t really planned out. You knew Bakugou wasn’t very keen on having any kids, when you told him you thought he was going to self explode. What you didn’t expect that it was the exact opposite, you didn’t know what parasite bite him to make him not leave you, telling you he didn’t want it. Maybe it was the crying that got him to go easy on you. You remember him holding you and caressing your cheek, telling you it was going to be okay and that he wasn’t going anywhere, that’s when you fell in love with him for the hundredth time.

That was over two years ago, but your mind still recalls all the things your husband does for you, when you feel like everything is falling apart, you know he’ll be right behind you. But of course you couldn’t think much often, your two year old child always being the center of your attention. Thinking back to the time when Bakugou would get mad at you saying, “You always spend time with that damn baby.” But you knew he was always kidding because he always spent as much time with the baby too. You couldn’t help but feel warmness course through your body at the thought of Bakugou calming down and spending time with you both, you’re just glad that as time went on he grew to become a much calmer man.

Today was, unfortunately, wasn’t that day, your husband was yelling at you from across the house. You tried to hear what he wanted from you as your two year old tugged at your pant leg, asking for more food. You gave your child a motion with your hand, teaching them patience, you also wanted Bakugou to stop yelling or you were going to lose your marbles. You were about to yell for Bakugou but he came crashing through the kitchen yelling about his hero costume, his hair looking messier than usual, eyes wide with worry, freaking out because he had to go into work soon.

You stood up and made your way over to him, shaking his bare shoulders, “Please calm down.” You looked into his eyes, wanting to be direct with him. He sighed and broke away from you, plopping down on a chair at the kitchen table. Your child stared at Bakugou as he sat in his underwear, head in his hands, trying to figure out where his stupid uniform was. Obviously, your child couldn’t care less about his dumb uniform, making their way from the spot on the floor to their father. Bakugou looked up when your child tugged on his arm, you watched your husband smile at the child and proceed to pick them up, laying them in his lap. You thought you were going to melt.

You mirrored his sigh, “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen it. Have you tried the laundry?” He looked up at you in disbelief, he set your child back down on the ground. He stood up, now going to where the laundry was. Grumbling about how you were always right and that he was stupid for not checking the ‘stupid fucking laundry’. All you could do was laugh as he brought out his wrinkled costume with a frown. You offered to iron it for him but he pushed past you saying it was too late and had to go to work because he was already running late. You heard the bedroom door slam and waited for Bakugou to return. You couldn’t help but start laughing again as he wore his wrinkled suit. He growled at you, telling you to ‘shut your damn mouth’ and saying it wasn’t funny. You cooed at him and giggled, telling him to have a good day at work, all he did was shake his head, indicating that he wasn’t going to. He gave you a quick kiss on the check and hugged your child, telling them to be good for you. You finally closed the front door with a sigh, now leaving only you and your child in the house.

When Bakugou finally got to work he knew his day was going to get only worse. First, his sidekick had called in, saying that they were sick with the stomach flu. Bakugou wasn’t stupid, just pissed that he was being lied to. Second, he had too much paperwork he could handle, he could have his employees do it but he knew they wouldn’t do it the way he wanted it done. Lastly, he had over five meetings today, he wanted nothing more than to go back home and cuddle in bed with you and his child.

After online shopping and cleaning up your child’s toys for the hundredth time you grew hungry, hell, your child was also starting to ask when lunchtime was. You took them in the kitchen, setting them up in their high chair, you walked to the fridge and opened it. You glanced around, looking for something you could easily make, you stopped when you saw your husband’s bento box, shit, he had probably accidentally left it here when in a hurry. In fact, you also saw he left his briefcase on the kitchen table too. You shut the fridge, thinking about your schedule for the day, you didn’t think you’d be that busy. You would be happy to help your husband out and bring him his belongings needed for work, his agency wasn’t that far from your home. You packed your child a sandwich and a snack for yourself, you grabbed everything that belonged to your husband and made his way to his agency.

When Bakugou’s second meeting came to an end he knew he had to restrain himself from blowing up the whole city. It was only 3 p.m. and he was already pissed off beyond measure. All he wanted to do was relax in his office for a couple minutes before he was going to get thrown back into the stressful workday. He called the receptionist and his assistant telling them not to bother him and if anyone asks for him no matter what that he is busy and doesn’t want to be bothered. They had given him the okay and obeyed his rules, he was satisfied when he didn’t get a call for twenty minutes, he hoped it stayed that way.

You fed your fussy child on the train, telling them it would only take a couple of more minutes before they got to see their dad when you had reminded them they would always get excited. When the train made to a complete stop you grabbed everything and made your way to the street that the agency was on, you didn’t bother calling your husband and telling him you were coming, you wanted it to be a surprise after all. When you finally got to the giant building you managed to get your child inside with your husband’s bento box and suitcase. Opening the big, glass door you were shocked by how many people were inside the lobby, you huffed and started walking to the elevator.

“Excuse me.” You stopped like a deer in headlights, the receptionist had stopped you. You noticed that you had never met her before, she must be new. Bakugou never told you about any new people he hired, only complained about the bad employee’s and when he was going to fire them, you always loved some good drama at the workplace.

She continued, “You can’t go into the elevator, you need an appointment first.”

You smiled, “Well, I’m-”

She stopped you, “I don’t care who you are, do you have an appointment?”

Your smile faltered, “Well no but-”

She gave you a smirk, “Write your name on the clipboard and I will get to you when I can.”

You couldn’t help but get upset, why was she being so mean? Did Bakugou train this woman himself? You chuckled at the thought, but you soon forgot about it when you had to write your dumb name on the stupid clipboard, you huffed going to sit down in the lobby, fed up with the current situation you were in. You tried to convince her you knew Bakugou and that you had things for him but she wasn’t buying it since ‘a lot of girls tried to do that’. You watched as the crown in the lobby started to get smaller, it had only been 5 minutes but you really wanted to see your husband. You tried calling him but of course, your phone had died on the train when your child kept playing on it. You went back to the desk, maybe if you tried to be nice she would understand and let you through.

You smiled, “Excuse me?” Getting her attention she looked up at you, “How much longer is it going to be? I really need to see him.”

She gave you a fake smile, “And I need a pay raise. It’ll be another thirty minutes.”

You furrowed your brow, you couldn’t wait another thirty minutes, “Is there any way you can call him or?” You asked.

“He specifically gave me instructions not to call him, he’s very busy.” She smiled again.

You wouldn't believe it, you felt like you were going to blow a fuse, but you needed to keep your calm, “Just call him, please.”

She smiled, “Fine, I’ll call him, but I believe he is busy.” She picked up the phone and started to dial a number, you just hoped she was actually calling your husband.

Bakugou was currently laid out on his couch, eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness on his break. Unfortunately, the peacefulness was cut when he heard his phone ring, he opened his eyes and forced himself to get up from the couch. He yawned and streched, “I thought I told them not to have anyone fucking call me.” He wondered out loud. He got up and moved to his chair, was it even worth answering? As far as he knew you were okay, safe and sound at home with his child. At least that’s what he hoped, he stared at the ringing phone in worry. What if you were in trouble? What if a villain got you? He shook his head, refusing to answer the phone. He knew you were strong and could protect yourself and your child from a pathetic villain. Plus, he doubted a villain would even go near you, everyone knew not to mess with his family.

The receptionist sighed and put the phone back with a click, “He didn’t answer.”

You sighed, “Call him back, please.”

You didn’t want to sound desperate but you also didn’t want to spend all day sitting in the lobby waiting for the receptionist to comply and let you upstairs. You reminded Bakugou countless times to get you your own I.D. card for his agency, he always told you that he was going to get to it but you knew how busy he was and you always forget to remind him. This was just karma you had to deal with, not being authorized to visit your own husband at his workplace.

She gave you the fake smile again and you thought you were going to go insane, “Ma’am,” She said, “I need you to calm down or I’m going to call security.”

You sighed, “I’m. Calm. I’m. Good.” You stated and went back to your seat. You played with your child, wanting to keep them entertained so they wouldn’t start crying out of boredom. You looked up at the receptionist to see if she was busy, you noticed she was on the phone. Maybe with Bakugou? Either way, you eyed her suspiciously.

Bakugou heard the phone ring again, he let out an annoyed huff as he went to answer it, after the second ring he answered, “Ground Zero speaking.” He said in a bored tone.

A cherry voice filled his ears, “Yes, Ground Zero! This is your receptionist.”

He grew even more annoyed, “What is it?” He asked, wanting her to get straight to the point.

She sighed, “There’s this lady down here in the lobby, saying she knows you? I forgot her name, but she keeps yelling at me to call you, I’m just glad you picked up finally. I was scared she was going to hurt me.”

Bakugou laughed, “Do you know what they wanted?”

“They wanted to see you. She said that she has some things for you?” She asked, wanting to confirm if it was true or not.

Bakugou got confused, “I don’t think I have anyone coming to bring me anything.” He looked over his schedule, knowing he would get in trouble if he accidentally missed a meeting.

“Do you want me to call security to kick her out?” She asked, “She’s acting like a complete bitch, even in front of her own child.” The receptionist shook her head in disbelief.

Bakugou sighed, “No, don’t do that, They said they want to see me correct? Well, I’m not doing anything and I have to go buy food anyways so I’ll meet you down there.”

“Okay, see you soon.” She said, putting the phone down.

Bakugou got up from the chair and grabbed his keys and wallet, now making his way to the door. Leaving his office he now made a beeline for the elevator, not wanting to get stopped by anyone. He finally got to the elevator, waited for it to open, when it did he stepped through and pressed the button for the lobby. Bakugou tapped his foot and looked down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling through his social media, not really caring what his friends were up to. When the elevator dinged he looked up, stepping out when the doors fully opened up. He made his way over to the receptionist desk, stopped right behind the receptionist.

He leaned down and whispered, not wanting to draw attention, “Where is this lady you were talking about?”

She looked up into the crowd that was in the lobby, trying to find you in the sea of people, noticing that a lot more people started to come in since you sat down, making it harder to find you. When she finally spotted your black shirt, and the baby in your arms.

“She’s over there.” She smirked, pointing over at you.

Bakugou looked up and followed the receptionist's finger, when his eyes laid on you he thought he was going to die.

Bakugou sighed and rubbed his temples, “That’s my wife.”

The receptionist looked up at Bakugou in horror, eyes wide. “Wha-what?” She couldn’t help but turn beet red, embarrassed that she insulted you to her boss.

“Katsuki!” Both were torn from their thoughts when they heard you call Bakugou, now walking up to the receptionist desk with your child in your arms. The child squealed and reached for their father, Bakugou didn’t protest and took the child from your arms. You smiled up at him, “I brought you your lunch and briefcase, you left them at home.”

He gave you a soft smile, “Thanks, I guess I don’t have to go buy food now.”

You gave the receptionist a smirk as Bakugou guided you to the elevator, your child now happy in his arms. The ride up the elevator was watching Bakugou asking your child questions he knew they wouldn’t answer, when the doors opened, everyone was happy to see you and your child. You waved and said your hi’s as you passed by the employee’s of your husband’s agency, making your way to his office.

You shut the door to his office, making your way inside, Bakugou sat the child down on the couch and Bakugou sat at his desk, digging into the bento box.

“What were you doing?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“Sleeping.” He told you with a mouth full of food.

You laughed, “Of course. Is that was you were busy with?”

All he did was nod, and you laughed harder, now sitting beside your child, facing your husband.

“You know, that receptionist was being a real bitch.” You told him, watching as he ate.

“Yeah, she could say the same.” He stated.

“What? How was I the one being a bitch? She wouldn’t let me through!” You were flabbergasted.

“Why didn’t you just call me on your phone?” He asked.

“It died.” You said.

Bakugou grabbed his bento box and made his way over to the couch to sit with his family, he gave some food to his child, smiling when the child took it from him.

“In her defense, she has never met you.” He instructed.

You grunted, “I can’t believe you’re picking her side. Why don’t you go marry her then?”

Bakugou gave you a disgusted look, “Never! I got everything I want here!”

You laughed, “I want only joking,” You leaned onto his shoulder, “But seriously, she had no reason to say what she said.”

Bakugou didn’t respond, he only wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. He moved his child onto his lap, he let out a relaxed sigh, “This is all I wanted to do today.” You smiled and closed your eyes, taking in the calmness.

“And sleep.” He added, now making a fake snoring sound.

You laughed and got up, now hitting his shoulder. He jolted, now getting up from his relaxed state from the sudden hit. “Katsuki!” You teased.

“Fine, Fine.” He said, leaning back into the couch, hugged his child, “I’ll fire her tomorrow.”

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Part of your world: Chapter three.

Fuming, Ruby stormed into the main entrance of the school. Behind her she could hear Carlos following. If the situation were different she might have been a little more impressed by her surroundings. After all, this was Auradon after all.

"Hey, wait up. I know you're mad--" Ruby couldn't believe the nerve. She turned and dug her finger into her chest after each word she spoke

"Mad doesn't even begin to cover it." She crossed her arms and eyed one of the girls walking by who had been staring a little too long. Ruby snapped at the air towards her and the girl rushed off which brought a bit of amusement to her if even for a second. She tried to retain the feeling of scaring someone and sighed.

"Look, it's a lot to take in at once. But you'll adjust."

The daughter of the Big Bad Wolf frowned, recalling the last time Carlos had been anywhere near her. Back then he was too frightened to even look at her. He often kept his eyes to the ground just to avoid it. "I liked it better when I scared you," she concluded as he she realized he had overcome his fear of dogs.

He smiled, which annoyed her. "It was a big change for all of us."

"Yeah but it's not so much for me is it? You get to be who you want. You don't know what it's like to have something inside you trapped," her voice cracked and she hated herself for letting it get to her. "I thought that feeling could go away, if I could just shift..."

"Think of it as something to work towards," he suggested. "My girlfriend is on the junior sidekicks' council. I'm sure she'd be happy to speak with you about it." He shoved his hands in the pocket of his black and white vest. "For the record, I couldn't be who I was on the Isle either. I might not know exactly how you feel, but I have a general idea." He offered his mentee his arm but Ruby just knocked it away with her elbow.

"I still miss it when I scared you," she headed back towards the door of the main entrance conceding for the time being. After all, she needed to play her cards right if she was going to try and plead for her parents' relocation. That's when the rest of the group joined them. She met Hunter's eyes and she could tell he looked relieved to see both she and Carlos were in one piece. Getting separated--even if it was for getting kicked out of Auradon would not be ideal for either of them. They had always survived together.

"Everything peachy?" Evie asked as she led the group in. Carlos nodded and she proceeded to show them around the building and towards their dorms.

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"You have got to be kidding me?" Suddenly, Hunter Woodsman wanted to be back on the Isle. Maybe he could go back to where they dropped off Ruby and they could make a run for it. She didn't seem too turned off by her roommate but surely she would understand his predicament and leave at his request.

He scowled as he watched Gil rush into their room first, jumping onto the bed he was claiming. Ben smiled at the two of them as if he had done the best thing in the world.

"I was informed that you two are family but that you're a bit estranged. So I figured this was the best way to spend time together."

Piercing blue orbs shifted to Jay who looked a bit too happy with himself. He might not have been a villain anymore but he was still having his own kind of fun. "Estranged is...one word for it."

"None existent is another," Gil let out a chuckle as he walked towards the coffee table, reaching for the bowl of fruit. "My dad always told me that Hunter was a mist--"

"I don't have my axe but so help me I will use the chair!" Hunter always hated it whenever any of Gaston's kids called him a mistake. Whatever their opinion it didn't change the fact that they all shared some blood together. Just because his mother decided to forget that when she rejoined Gaston and her two sisters didn't make it untrue. Luckily, he didn't inherit any of their daftness. Just looking at Hunter mostly everyone saw nothing but his father.

He was just about to head straight for Gil for his comment when Jay pulled him back. Ben looked a bit put out as he stepped into the middle of the room. "Guys, whatever the circumstance you're family. I'd give anything to have a cousin."

"You can have mine," Hunter retorted only to watch Gil take a bite out of an apple and show its crushed contents in his mouth. "Our moms are sisters but she couldn't be away from them long enough to raise me." Ben looked confused.

"Uh...dude do you not know?" Despite the awkwardness, even Gil looked pleased by Ben's expression.

"Thems small pickings on the Isle sometimes," Jay put his hands on Ben's shoulders to console him. "Gaston has two baby mommas, two out of triplet sisters. The third one is Hunter's mom. Caught up?" He patted Ben on the back to let him soak the information in. "Rooms are non-negotiable, kids. Get along or stay out of each other's way. Whichever works best for ya."

"Murder works best for me," Hunter dropped his duffle bag on the other bed.

"Yeah, can I have a third option too?" Gil tossed his half eaten apple behind him. He wasn't used to fresh fruit.

"No and No," Jay ushered Ben out and grabbed the door knob. "Mixer downstairs in the main lobby in a half hour." He shut the door behind him.

Hunter pulled out some furs from his bag-- of course it was mostly deer and rabbit out of respect for his best-friend Ruby. The Huntsman and the Big Bad Wolf always hunted together and ran the meat game shop on the Isle. Their only regulation was not hunting anything resembling a wolf.

He eyed his new roommate, watching him as he set a turquoise conch on his night stand. "So, are you going to keep playing dumb here too?" Hunter finally asked him.

Gil flopped onto his bed and pulled his bandanna over his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah sure you don't." But Hunter knew better; he stalked enough prey to know you had to watch and wait and Gil? After watching him throughout his life Hunter knew he wasn't entirely stupid, just doing what they all did on the Isle; surviving.

#wl:fanfic #wl:part of your world #wl:poywch3 #disney descendants fanfic

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