“I Hate The Fact That If I Don’t Start The Conversation, There Won’t Be One.”

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

Hot Cocoa (Masterlist)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Pre-apocalypse Y/N is an elementary shcool teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s nephew, Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kid’s mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.

CHAPTERS 22/22:

CHAPTER I       CHAPTER II         CHAPTER III          CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V     CHAPTER VI         CHAPTER VII      CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX  CHAPTER X   CHAPTER XI  CHAPTER XII   CHAPTER XIII 

 CHAPTER XIV     CHAPTER XV   CHAPTER XVI     CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII     CHAPTER XIX  CHAPTER XX    CHAPTER XXI  

CHAPTER XXII

SEQUEL FOR THIS FIC: BITTERSWEET COFFEE

Watches Umbrella Academy in one day

The next day

Friend : what happened to you

Me : I just came back from the war.

Friend : what war

Me : T H E W A R!!!

A masterlist is in order I guess:

AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always and forever (Dabi/ fem reader/ fluff)

Beauty mark (Bakugo/ gender neutral reader/ fluff)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dabi's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

Seducing Aizawa: part 1 (fluffy/ suggestive themes)

Seducing Aizawa: Part 2 (NSFW/ +18)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving Bakugo (angst/ imagines)

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

How the mha guys would handle an eccentric y/n

Mha characters' reactions after learning about your real hair color

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

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

Bakugo's relationship headcanons (fluffy)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mha characters reacting to you having sharp teeth

I will be updating it regularly.

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SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK 

ʚ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 ɞ chapter two

ʚ synopsis ɞ You haven't been able to sleep for a while, and Bepo has the solution to your problem. As you develop a friendship with the polar bear, you fail to notice the jealousy of a certain captain.

pairings : Bepo & Fem!Reader / Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader

words count : 4.7k

content : fluff, beach day, nudity, panic attack.

note : Boo! thank you so much for all the positive comments I've received, I almost cried! I'm very motivated! I spent two nights writing this chapter and part of the story has completely changed (FOR THE BEST!) Also, I'm going to try to update the story every Tuesday! I hope you like this chapter ~ Again, English is not my first language!

Nestled among the pink cotton candy clouds is a single white cumulonimbus. You lie there alone, happy and relaxed. The purr of the soft bed is strangely comforting. You bask in the invisible current. Are you back in Skypiea? It's been so long since you visited this island, you have fond memories of it. Alas, even the floating island isn't so... peaceful. A gentle breeze caresses your naked body, making you shiver and sink a little deeper into your warm bed. Don't panic, you're not the only one without clothing, you share your nudity with the other inhabitants of this celestial world. You know this place is a figment of your imagination as you pass a cook and a swordsman, entwined in each other's arms, gazing into each other's eyes with passion and tenderness. You sigh as you watch them share such an intimate moment. One day, perhaps... The sound of a harp makes your head turn. You only know one person who can tickle the strings of an instrument in such a way. In the distance, a skeleton sits in front of an enormous golden harp, his fingers sliding over the strings to play a beautiful, romantic melody. On another cloud, a princess with long blue hair dances with a navigator, their bodies merging under the pressure of love and sincerity. One day, definitely. The invisible force continues to push your white cloud along the path. You frown when you see your captain sitting on the throne of the pirate king with a huge piece of meat in his arms. He licks the meat with hearts in his eyes and... Okay, that's enough. You shake your head, hoping to forget what you've just witnessed. There's no point in pursuing this path, you like the river of love, but you know it has nothing to offer you.

Without further ado, you stand up and stretch your body. The cracking of your bones gives birth to butterflies that flutter around you before settling on your chest and lower half, giving you a touch of modesty. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. You let yourself be carried away by the sound of the harp and the love of your fellow companions. A question springs to mind: if you could choose your soulmate, who would it be? In the darkness of your mind, a ray of light appears, tracing out shapes you recognize immediately. A smile... a heart... five letters... You open your eyes and once again shake your head to push away the images that keep invading your head. To put an end to this emotional attack, you decide to dive into the clouds. Hands in front of you, knees bent, and off you go into the void. You cross cotton candy at a slow pace, finally landing in clear water. The sound of the waves almost drowns out the sound of the celestial harp. You return to the surface and are surprised to see your white cloud descending from the sky to join you. When it's almost at your level, you start to climb back up, but suddenly stop when a doctor appears... naked. He's sitting comfortably on the cloud as if it belonged to him, as if you were the intruder. You don't feel comfortable climbing back in, but the tattooed man calls your name and taps his lap, as if to invite you to take a seat. He keeps repeating your name, caressing your hand, it's... it's too much.

"I can't believe they're still asleep. (y/n) I can understand, but Bepo? Dude."

"Yeah, I know. Still, he's lucky... If I was a polar bear, I'd take the opportunity to sleep with a hot chick too..." mutters Shachi.

"I know someone who would too."

Penguin and Shachi chuckle.

"Do you think he got any sleep?"

"Nop. Did you see his face yesterday when Nico asked Bepo if he could sleep with (y/n)? For a moment I thought he was going to get up and end the conversation. Besides, he's still not out of his room and we're approaching lunchtime."

"Pfft. I know he's all confused about feelings and love, but fuck... we've been watching him court her for two years now."

"Courting is a big word. Law let her into his office once and he's unable to talk to her except in a critical situation. I mentioned it to Ikkaku, who mentioned it to Nami.... (y/n) thinks Law hates her."

"Wow, surprising." he sarcastically remarks. "Man... we've been seeing him humiliate himself for too long, I think it's time to get involved."

"Oooh, I like where your mind is going. Got any ideas?"

“Well…”

A strange noise wakes you from your sweet dream. You don't have time to be disappointed, as an important detail makes you open your eyes wide: you're not in your room, Nami and Robin aren't there, and you're outside. Panic rises suddenly, and falls just as quickly when you place your hands on a warm bed. How soft! You stretch your body and let out a sigh of satisfaction, a huge smile clearly showing on your face. Maybe you're in enemy territory, maybe it's another dream, who knows? You don't feel like getting up at all, so you keep lying on this mysterious mattress... until it gurgles. Wait, what? Fully awake, you sit up and discover you're lying on... BEPO!? You vaguely remember climbing on the bear the night before, but a piece of the evening seems to have been forgotten, since falling asleep on the Heart Pirates' navigator is not currently part of your memory.

The polar bear is still sound asleep, even when he's sleeping, he's adorable. "Sorry" he murmurs in his slumber, which makes your heart crack. Disturbing his sleep is the least of your desires, but given the sun's placement, it's obvious that dinner time is approaching. Which explains the gurgling - he's hungry! Determined, you gently shake Bepo until he opens his eyes. Just as you did a few minutes ago, he looks around and realizes he's not in his usual bed. He straightens up, holding you in his arms, and sets you down on the ground.The situation is a little awkward, and you don't know what to say or how to break the ice. You hesitate between thanking him, apologizing or both. If he didn't want to sleep with you, he would have said so... right?

"I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, that wasn't my intention..."

"Don't worry, I don't mind, I'm used to it."

"Yeah but... wait, you're used to it?"

You both walk towards the Thousand Sunny.

"When it's cold, I usually sleep with my crewmates, I radiate great warmth! And sometimes when Law refuses to sleep, I hold him in my arms until he falls asleep." A short silence passes. "Please don't repeat this information to my captain."

You laugh when you see the panic in the bear's eyes.

"I promise I'll take this secret to my grave." The bear releases the breath he was holding. "But sincerely, thank you for last night. It's been so long since I've had such a good night's sleep, I feel like I've gotten a thousand hours of sleep back."

"It makes me happy to help an ally!"

Before you can reply, someone shouts your name and adds a Swan at the end. At the same time, you're confident that a headache is developing. You board the boat and are greeted by Sanji, who is quickly pushed aside by Nami. She starts screaming to stop screaming, while Sanji apologizes, letting out huge tears. "But I'm so glad our precious, beautiful writer is back!" Through the screaming, a wild Luffy appears and demands food, which causes even more noise and you take the opportunity to escape to the bathroom. When you're away from the crew, you take a sigh. You may have lived with them for about three years, but your ears will never get used to this zoo. But hey, it's your zoo and you love it.

You step up to the mirror and almost jump when you see your face. Yikes. Dry drool on your left cheek, your hair competing with a lion's mane and... oh, your dark circles. Your dark circles are almost gone. You look much more alive and healthier, a reflection that doesn't seem as familiar as before. After this brief moment of observation, you clean your face and brush your teeth vigorously. The toilet door opens and both Zoro and you look at each other blankly. You didn't hear the toilet flush... What was he doing? Oh you know what, nop, you don't want to know.

"Oh... hey. Sleep well?" Zoro says as he walks past you.

"Yeah, I fell asleep on Bepo."

"Yeah I know, we stopped the party to let you sleep in peace."

The information surprises you and you stop brushing your hair. So, everyone stopped having fun because Miss needed to nap? Because she couldn't sleep a wink without the help of a bear? You could have slept somewhere else, you could have not ruined the evening and you could have not dozed off on Bepo. Your whim came before the pleasure of others and-

"Stop, you're thinking too much." Zoro's voice brings you back down to earth. You continue to brush your hair, carefully. "The party was already nearing the end and when we noticed you were asleep, Luffy called it a night because we know you're collecting sleepless nights. Bepo agreed to stay with you, no one was upset, that's all. You didn't ruin anything."

Sometimes you're amazed at how well Zoro can read you, as if he can look into your brain and see your worst-case scenarios unfolding by the second. He's not the first mate for nothing.

"Thank you.."

Zoro continues on his way, but stops before setting foot on the ladder.

"After lunch we're going to swim and play volleyball, Nami said it's going to be very hot. So put on a swimsuit or whatever."

You nod and turn back to the mirror. Zoro comes down.

"WASH YOUR HANDS!"

After an animated dinner (as usual), the Straw Hat and Hearts pirates returned to the beach and set up a volleyball net and umbrella. You took Zoro's advice and put on your one-piece swimsuit and Crimin T-shirt. It's not that you're uncomfortable with your body, you just want to avoid a bloody encounter with Sanji. Luffy, Franky, Sanji and Zoro face off against Penguin, Shachi, Hakugan and Uni in volleyball. The longer the matches go on, the more violent and extreme the game becomes. Of course, the cook and the swordsman are constantly at each other's throats, allowing the Hearts pirates to score a few easy points. Nami, Robin and Ikkaku are lying on beach towels, sunbathing under the scorching sun. You can hear them laughing, catching up on the latest crew gossip. Brook plays his guitar and strolls along. Chopper, Usopp and Clione are building a huge sand castle, Jean Bart is looking for the perfect shells to decorate said castle. Law is sitting on a beach chair under an umbrella and sunglasses hide his eyes, which are probably closed to help him relax. Bepo and you have fun diving underwater and picking up garbage lost over the years. Whoever has accumulated the most trash wins the other's dessert.

Initially, you thought you'd lie back with the girls and relax, but when Bepo said he wanted to clean up the beach, you decided to help him! It was a good idea, and you discovered something you both had in common: you hate people who ruin the environment. You don't know why you were surprised to learn this information about the polar bear, but it made you smile. Luffy wanted to help and simply decided to dive into the sea before he was caught by Zoro. It's the thought that counts, right?

After two hours in the water, you need to sit down and, more importantly, take off your shirt. Nami wasn't lying: the heat of the sun had become brutal. Even devil fruit users were forced to take a dip in the sea to cool off.

"Break! It's too damned hot, I'm going to take off my T-shirt and apply some sun cream." you said as you ran towards the parasol. As you walk away, you shout to Bepo: "DON'T CHEAT!!!"

"I PROMISE NOTHING!"

The sunscreen is under the umbrella where Law is sitting. He is fanning himself with a fan and suddenly stops when he sees you coming. On the way, you shake out your hair and take off your T-shirt, still smiling after hearing Bepo's answer.

"Hey!" you say as you kneel down next to Law. You rummage through the beach bag and pull out the various sunscreens. The packaging is all similar, so you have to read the fine print to make sure you don't accidentally choose the wrong one. You remember all too well how Nami increased your debt when you took her skin protection cream. You try to read quickly, not wanting to annoy the captain.

"You should take this one."

You stop looking at the bottles and lift your head, completely shocked to hear the tattooed man talking to you. It's not the first time he's spoken to you, but you've noticed that he tends not to want to look at you or talk to you. If he needs to ask a question that concerns you, he asks another member of your crew. You know you can be just as loud as Luffy, stubborn as Zoro, fearful as Usopp and Nami and with a suspicious sense of humor like Brook… but you also know you've got a big heart like Chopper, you're tender like Robin, upbeat like Franky and helpful like Sanji, so... why was it so hard to look you in the eye and treat you like an adult? Hell, Law doesn't do that with others, even his enemies! He always addresses you as a last resort, which usually comes down to critical moments in a fight when he's forced to acknowledge your existence. That's why you're completely speechless right now. You can feel a rush of adrenalin taking over your senses, you feel alert, because when Law speaks to you, danger is near.

"What did you say?"

Law clears his throat and straightens in his seat, strategically placing the fan on his crotch, not that you'll notice this piece of information, you're too busy reading his face. He looks at you, you can vaguely see his eyes behind the sunglasses. The man is pointing to another sunscreen sticking out of the Heart Pirates' bag. You hesitate for a moment before taking the bottle.

"It's better for the skin and the protection is stronger."

"Oh. Well... if a doctor says so."

You let out a giggle and quickly catch a glimpse of a smirk on your interlocutor's face. You begin to cream your entire body. Arms, legs, torso, neck, face, shoulders and... you can't reach your back. Your swimsuit has a huge opening in the back that stops just before your buttocks. Yeah, it's pretty revealing.

Out of reflex, you ask Law: "Can you apply it on my back?" As soon as you say it, you regret your request. Not because you're embarrassed, on the contrary, you let the men in your crew lotion your body, but Law? The man who won't even look you in the eye? Big mistake. "Uh... Sorry, I don't mean to bother you." You're about to get up, ready to go to the girls and ask for help, but Law takes the bottle from your hands... confirming that he accepts? You're not too sure.

Actually, the man says absolutely nothing. He puts sunscreen in his hand and waits for you to position yourself. You present your back to him, still hesitantly, and wait. You wait... and you wait. After what seems like a minute's silence, and boy, a minute is a long time, you're about to turn your head and ask Law if everything's all right, but his hand finally settles on your body. You're embarrassed to jump at such a little gesture.

His hand gently caresses your skin, carefully taking his time to apply the cream. It's relaxing. You notice that Law puts a lot of effort into everything he does, whether it's being a surgeon, fighting or applying sunscreen. Maybe a little too much, in fact? He really seems to want to work the cream into your skin, repeatedly going back to places he's already rubbed. A laugh escapes you as his fingers brush your ribs. You apologize for the noise, but the bastard runs his fingers over the same spot with a little more force, which makes you laugh even more. You're positive you heard him snort! Law stops rubbing your back, but his hand doesn't leave your body.

"(y/n)-ya.." he whispers.

Curious, you face him and cock your head. Law looks uncomfortable and his face is red. Oh, heatstroke? It wouldn't be surprising with such a temperature.

“(y/n)!”

Chopper grabs your attention. Oh, he's burning up too! The reindeer moves forward with difficulty, tongue out, short of breath. Even though the sun is hell, you open your arms wide for the small doc to settle in. Just as you did with Bepo the day before, Chopper climbs onto your lap and cuddles you.

"Can I go into the sea with you just to cool off? I'm too hot."

"Of course!" You get up, keeping the reindeer in your arms, before leaving, you address Law one last time: "Thanks for helping me! And you should go drink some water and rest in the cold of your ship, it'll help you!"

When you return to the sea, you're careful not to exhaust Chopper too much. You dive a few times underwater to show him the corals. You throw him into the sky and Bepo catches him underwater. When his body reacts to the water, he returns to his sand castle, refreshed. At one point, you feel strangely observed. Of course, you blame Sanji, but he's too busy with the other guys. The girls are lying on their stomachs, so... Ah. Law, Shachi and Penguin are watching you. When they notice you, they quickly turn their heads as if they've just been caught red-handed. Okay... weird.

You continue your competition with Bepo until sunset.

"I love you sweetie and I love the ocean, but I'm sorry, you need to take a shower. And you too!" says Nami fiercely, pointing at Bepo and you.

The dining table is full of life on all sides. The two crews devour the meal concocted by top chef Sanji. Luffy tries to steal Law's plate, which is a classic. Everything was going great, until Nami complained about your smell. You sigh exaggeratedly and tilt your head back.

"It's not that bad!"

"If I wanted to sleep with the smell of salt, I'd sleep in the ocean! No way are you staying in our room without a shower!"

You grunt in despair and wait for Sanji to speak. Normally he'd say "You can sleep in my bed (y/n)-swan!!!" or "You smell good even after six hours of swimming in the sea!", but he says absolutely nothing.

"Sanji?"

You look at the cook and he drinks the rest of his glass of wine, deliberately avoiding your gaze.

"OH MY FUCKING- ARG!!! OKAY. I'M GONNA GO SHOWER AND TAKE A BATH." You get up dramatically and don't bother to put your chair away. "Bepo, you're coming with me."

At this very moment, two reactions take place. The first comes from Sanji, who stands up, places his hands on the table and shouts "WHAT? The second comes from Law, who has shattered his glass under the pressure of his strength.

"Shishishi, Torao is mad!"

"THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE TAKING A BATH TOGETHER!" shouts Sanji.

Law hides behind his hands while Luffy pats him on the back, laughing. Penguin and Shachi laugh out loud, Nami hides her smile, while Robin smiles openly. Everyone else seems to be grinning in a strange way too. Chopper is the one who takes Law's reaction seriously.

"Torao, your hand!! You're bleeding! You need a bandage!"

"Bepo, come on."

You give him no choice.

Okay, you give him the choice, but not until you get to the bathroom. Away from the others, you allow yourself to be serious.

"Sorry I brought you in, I was just messing with Sanji."

"Oh... I understand."

Bepo looks disappointed. You don't know how to react to this, you thought he'd be relieved. After all, you "forced" him to take a bath with you, and that's not very nice. At the same time, you don't want to hurt his feelings, but you're not the type to parade around naked in front of your allies. You've already bathed with Luffy, Zoro and Nami before the others arrived, but it was platonic and you didn't feel like a sexual object.

"Don't take it personal, I'd sincerely like to take a bath with you! But, I... I don't feel totally comfortable in front of... in front of a man."

Bepo scratches his head, obviously searching for words. You let him take his time.

"Do you take baths with Chopper?"

"Yes, sometimes. Why?"

"Do you feel uncomfortable with him?"

"No, never."

Bepo looks at you with an insistent gaze. Chopper... Bepo... oh.

"Oh... you... hm... you're not... how shall I say..."

"You're very pretty (y/n), but..."

"but... I'm not..."

"...a bear."

"Okay. Okay yeah, I understand. I think."

"Don't take it personal," he said, repeating your words. "But you're not my type at all and I'm incapable of feeling anything for your type. Sorry."

You open the door and nod to Bepo to follow you. The polar bear's ears twitch and his eyes sparkle with stars. Together, you enter the bathroom section reserved for showering and bathing. Behind you, you lock the door with a key and latch to prevent Sanji and Brook from spying on you.

"Wow. Your bathroom is so cool!"

"Is this the first time you've seen it?"

"Yeah. The Polar Tang has a bath, but it's too small for most of the crew. We added it for Ikkaku. To help with her cramps when... oh, sorry..."

"Don't apologize! I understand. I like a bath when I'm on my period too, don't you?" The two of you look at each other and burst out laughing at your mistake.

You remove your clothes with ease and move under the shower while the bath fills with warm water and bubbles. The others wanted you to wash up? Perfect. They won't have hot water when it's their turn to clean up. The two of you scrub your bodies with soap and try to get rid of that damn salt smell. You focus on your hair, which has a horrible texture. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear Bepo vigorously rubbing his fur. After rinsing your head, you help him clean his back and he returns the gesture.

When you both smell good and are clean, you get into the bath and sit down. In unison, you let out a sigh of relief. The bubbles get up your noses, but that's okay, the smell is pleasant. You stretch out your arm to turn on the den den radio, a bit of music never hurts.

"Turn it up please!!!" exclaims Bepo and how can you resist his request?

"Do you like the singer?"

"I love her! That's Uta, I dream of seeing her in concert one day!"

"I hope you see her one day! I'm so used to listening to Brook play music, I don't know much about new artists, but her voice is beautiful!"

"If you like, I've recorded all her songs on my den den, we could listen to them together."

"Sure, I'd love to hear what you like!"

You continue to remain silent until the song ends.

"I could get used to this." murmurs Bepo, eyes closed, completely relaxed.

"You'll have to bribe Law to get such a bath in the submarine. Although, just look at him with your soft eyes."

"Please don't tell him that." he giggles. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Shoot."

"Sometimes I look at him with my soft eyes simply to unsettle him. When he makes coffee, when he gives us a speech, when he reads."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" a laugh comes from you. Talking about Law makes you think of, well... Law. You fall silent.

"You good?"

"Yeah... you don't have to answer, but... Why does your captain hate me? I'm trying to think back on all my previous interactions, but I don't remember bothering him, insulting him-"

Bepo takes you by the shoulders and brings his face close to yours, he's serious and it worries you.

"You have to believe me, okay? He doesn't hate you. As you may have noticed, Law isn't the best at expressing how he feels, but I can confirm that you're not a nuisance in his eyes. I know what you're thinking, sometimes I feel it too, like I'm too much in the room, like he's pushing you away, but that's not the case."

"Okay... I believe you, but..."

"I know, it doesn't make sense with what he does and what he says, or what he doesn't do and what he doesn't say, but he doesn't hate you."

You nod, having no choice but to believe the polar bear. Still, a doubt persists. There's no point in continuing the conversation, it might spoil your evening, and you're having a great time with Bepo.

"Can I hug you?"

The navigator opens his arms and invites you to join him. Pff, even wet, he's the softest creature in the world. If a stranger walked into the room and saw the scene, he'd suspect your relationship was romantic, after all, cuddling in a bath... but no. You feel at ease with Bepo, and you don't feel like an object of desire in his eyes. He cuddles you as if you were a stuffed toy, even though he's a giant teddy bear himself! It almost makes you want to cry. You've known Bepo for two years, crossed paths with him a few times, and yet you've never bothered to get to know him. In two days, you've learned that he likes to cuddle, he likes to sleep, he likes to swim, he seems to like hot baths, he hates pollution, he's not attracted to human women and he loves the singer Uta! It's not much info, but it makes you want to go deeper into this bond.

"Are you going to be okay sleeping alone tonight?"

"Yes, I think I've broken the vicious circle, thanks to you! Plus I'm not alone, I'm sharing a room with Nami and Robin. So yeah, I'll be sleeping for sure."

Nop, you didn't. It's been four hours since your bath with Bepo and you're so well rested you've decided to go to bed. You haven't managed to get a single wink of sleep. You're tossing and turning in your bed, and bad thoughts haven't wasted a minute invading your mind. Your heartbeat quickens and fear takes hold of you. It's hot, you're gasping for breath and shaking. You pull the covers off your body and quietly leave the bedroom. The fresh air outside soothes you slightly, but you fall back into panic when you see the kitchen light on. Sanji hasn't finished his preparations, fuck. You don't want him to see you like this. The crow's nest? No, you don't know whose turn it is tonight to watch the ship, but there's someone up there for sure. Okay, don't panic... even if you already are! You can't hide in the bathroom, it's too far, the library too... Aquarium... AQUARIUM!

You race to the aquarium and feel the urge to vomit when you see Robin and Law chatting over a glass of wine. You've seen Robin in bed, did she use that trick again!? And why is Law here? Fuck it, you don't have time to ask any questions. You quickly leave the room to find a new hiding place, but your vision becomes blurred. You lose strength in your legs and fall to the ground, but many hands catch you and place you against the grass. Your ears are ringing, you can't hear the voices calling you. Your cheeks are wet, you close your eyes and let the darkness take hold of you.

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bakugou x fem!reader/f!reader idk which is right/better

summary - you steal something from mafia boss bakugou katsuki. he makes sure you live to regret it.

cws - choking, impact play, daddy kink, VERY dubcon, bondage, yan mafia bakugou and kiri a bit, reader had a teleportation quirk and brats a little(radical for me) praise, degradation. hurt/comfort/smut

a/n - please have an age in your bio to interact with this fic. reblogs are genuinely appreciated <3 they really help me out! minors dni.

Your heart pounds, chest heaving as you teleport the last fifteen feet up your fire escape and into your apartment, collapsing exhausted on your shitty couch. You close your eyes and attempt to calm your breathing, humming softly when you can to stop the anxiety that’s turning your tendons to iron, holding you in place. 

You can’t afford to let your guard down, can’t afford to let the men who followed you know where you live, where you were hiding. You’d have to move, maybe out of the city, maybe out of the country. No one crossed Bakugou Katsuki, even accidentally, and lived to tell the tale. You sigh deeply, finally able to breathe normally after your sprint across the city, sitting up on your threadbare green couch, pulling your backpack off, and digging through it. Even if you hadn't meant to take it, you were glad you had it now. 

The ticket to your new life gleams silver and green. The functioning metal gauntlet from Bakugou Katsuki’s short-lived Pro Hero career had slammed against your back with every frantic leap on your sprint out of his penthouse apartment. You could feel its point of impact keenly now, it’s gentle throb would keep you from sleeping on your back for a few days, wherever you started your new life. You rub your eyes, giving yourself another thirty seconds of rest before making a call to your contact. 

“Did you get it?” Tooru asks, bored. 

“Got something better,” you say quickly and there’s a rush of static as he sighs, “No really this time-” 

“You know when someone hires you to do a job through me,” he drawls, “I occasionally expect that job to get done.” 

“Well you,” you zip the bag up, looking around your apartment for anything you might want to bring with you when you dipped, “You didn’t tell me that the person staying in the penthouse was Bakugou fuking Katsuki, what the hell did that guy think I was gonna do? Bring him enough evidence to convict? Nah I’m in the wind. And don’t ever give me a job from a government official again, there was no way I was getting Agent Taichi the shit he wanted on the most dangerous man in the country.” 

“Holy shit, Bakugou Katsuki?” For once in his life, Tooru sounds awake, “Jesus christ, did anyone see you?” 

“Fuck no,” You’re only paying partial attention, fumbling in your desk drawer for the trigger to open it’s false bottom. “You know me, I’m a fucking ghost, but I got,” you adjust the phone as the bottom of the drawer clicks open and you dump the pencils, “I got one of his gauntlets.” There’s a pause on the other end of the phone. 

“You, you didn’t.” 

“I did,” you chirp, “Much better than a fucking flash drive or whatever,” you shove all the unmarked bills into your bag, carefully selecting the passport with the most attractive photo of yourself. 

“No,” Tooru swallows, “You gotta put that shit back,  you’re gonna get fucking shot, y/n,” 

“I took care of the cameras,” you protest, “It’s better than copying his hard drive, probably, I’m fucking good at this, okay, have I ever let you down.” There’s another silence, all you can hear is the clicking of a keyboard. 

“No,” he says eventually, “No you haven’t.” 

“I’m gonna disappear for a bit, I’ll give you a call when I have a new number.” 

“Jesus christ.” He sounds genuinely sick with concern. “You don’t know what kind of a situation you’re putting me in.” 

“I’m the one who stole it! Can you fence it or not,” You bend down to tie one of your shoes, phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear. “Tooru you know if you say no, someone else is going to say yes, baby, but we go way back so I called you first,” You snag your toothbrush and paste, and only the most expensive parts of your skincare routine, moving to your tiny bedroom, “So I called you first.” You’re shoving some leggings and t-shirts into your bag, running to the closet for your coat, it’s still warm for now but it would be cold soon. And you wouldn’t be back here again. 

“Yeah uh,” he sounds strange, far off, “Yeah you back at your place?” You freeze. 

“Why?” 

“Just answer the question.” He says, and his tone is sharper than you’ve ever heard it. “Quickly.” 

“Tooru,” you jam your arms into the sleeves of the jacket, and swing your backpack over your shoulders, “Tooru,” you repeat, “What’s up?” You’ve got one handle on the door when you hear footsteps on the stairs. It hits you hard, all at once. The door is wrenched open and you run back away from it, hoping your quirk can handle more use, three men come running up the stairs. 

“You fucking narc,” you snarl into the phone, “You wanna suck his dick so badly your goddamn knees are gonna get bruised,” one of them grabs at you and you teleport across the small space, moving towards the window, 

“I can’t afford to piss him off!” Tooru protests, a near whine, “It’s not personal, listen, if you live through this I hope we can still work together,” you draw your arm back and whip the phone at one of the men, catching them hard in the face. You teleport again, figuring the jig was up, they likely knew your quirk already since Tooru gave you up, and you make it out the window, thundering down the fire escape, Bakugou Katsuki’s gauntlet slamming into your back through your bag with every stride. 

The men behind you are even louder, you’re going so fast you nearly trip, having a brief image of your brains dashed on the rusted metal ladder flash before your eyes. You jump off and land hard, feet throbbing with pain for one full second before you can take off running down the alley and into the street. You’d lose them, you reasoned, this was a bad neighborhood, you could ditch them then teleport to a place they’d already searched, and wait it out. You’d buy an airplane ticket in cash and- SLAM. You run face first into a huge man’s chest, you’re knocked to the ground, hard.

“Alright,” You hear the man groan a little, leaning down and taking you by the wrist, lifting you up off your feet, letting you dangle in the air at arm's length. You kick and swing but he takes a walkie talkie off his belt and speaks into it, “Yeah, we got her, she went down the fire escape-whoa there sweetheart,” you kick high and nearly get catch the fist that he’s holding the phone with, “No sense in fighting,” the man says to you, utterly and annoyingly calm, “Just chill out for me.” You pull a last-ditch, desperate move, teleporting you both as high as you can comfortably reach, and letting the two of you fall hard to the ground. 

He twists in the air unexpectedly, shielding your body completely from the impact of the fall, the ground cracking and breaking underneath his weight. 

“Let’s not do that again, huh?” You look up at him and his body has changed, skin shingled and sharp, hardened. He grunts and pushes himself to his feet, going back to holding you in the air arm's length away from his body. Now, his suit is shredded, and somehow he’s even larger, you kick and swing but you can’t even reach him. The two men leap from the fire escape, the blonde one rubbing his nose, wiping some blood on the back of his hand. 

“Hey, at least you got her phone,” The dark haired one jeers. 

“It fucking hurt, Sero,” the blonde snaps, glowering at you, “Stupid bitch.” Your eyes flash and you catch him hard across the jaw with a well-timed kick, and he stumbles back away from you and the redhead, swearing violently. 

“Alright,” You hear the redhead say, turning to you, “I’ve been, more than polite, given the circumstances.” You feel him wrap his free hand around your throat. “But I think I said chill the fuck out.” You squirm a little and then still, narrowing your eyes at him as he holds you by the wrists, letting your body dangle in the air. “That’s a good girl,” he says condescendingly, and you see the sharp flash of his teeth. 

“Let’s get her back,” Sero says, “I’ll grab her bag.” 

“I hope he fucking kills her.” The blonde grumbles, as Sero, unclips your backpack off of your shoulders and unzips it. “Is it in there?” The dark-haired man sighs with relief, nodding. 

“Yeah, thank fucking god, Denki, it’s in there.” 

“We have to keep ahold of her,” The redhead says, “Or she’ll teleport away from us, so one of you grab the car, and we’ll take her back to his place.” You squirm a little more, your wrists starting to ache from being dangled by them. 

“You could,” you wheeze, you’re not sure if it’s intentional, but his pressure on your windpipe is mounting, “You could just let me go, you’d never see me again, I swear,” the pressure increases. 

“That’s real cute,” the redhead, Kirishima, chuckles, choking you harder, “Take a little nap for me, huh?” You gurgle some kind of response as you struggle to keep your eyelids open. “Let go,” he urges, “It’ll hurt more if you fight it.” 

“Can’t,” you whisper, “Can’t not fight.” And the last thing you see is a flash of recognition in his eyes before you lose consciousness. He slings your body over his shoulder, relaxing his quirk. 

“He’s not gonna kill her, Denki,” Kirishima says, shaking his head. 

“He might,” Denki says, hopefully, “He was not happy when we left.” The three men pile back into a dark, sleek escalade, Sero drives back through the city, and Kirishima holds you seated upright in the backseat, limp against his shoulder. “Maybe you killed her,” Denki says, waving his hand in front of your face experimentally. 

“I know what I’m doing,” Kirishima responds coolly, “And things’ll go better for her if she’s not fighting and screaming and cursing at him when we get back.” 

“And you care,” Denki coos, voice dripping with sarcasm, “You care, you don’t want him to kill her.” Kirishima doesn't take the bait, just shrugging. 

“It’s messy. I hate even watching someone else clean that up.” 

“That’s fucking true,” Sero says, shivering. After a few more minutes he pulls off the highway, taking an off-ramp exit that leads out of the city and into the glossy rolling hills of the suburbs. The mansions are large, the cars are expensive, and the lawns are lush and green a far cry from the dirt of the city you’d left behind. You miss all of it, out cold and nearly drooling on Kirishima’s shoulder. They pull the car into the garage, and Kirishima carries you like a child, your head resting on his chest, one arm tucked under your thighs, the other, holding you upright. 

Kirishima takes you up to Bakugou’s office alone, knocking softly on the door but nnot waiting for the affirmative before stepping in. 

“That’s the thief?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow, not bothering with greetings. “She’s young.” 

“Yeah, according to her driver's license,” Kirishima tosses Bakugou your wallet, “She’s 26.” Bakugou flips through the nondescript leather, some 7/11 receipts, a debit card, no photo of your family. Kirishima deposits you carefully in the chair in front of Bakugou’s mahogany desk. “She’s a real piece of work, heads up, but uh,” Kirishima shoves his hands in his pocket, “If you decide to not kill her, uh, I’ll take her. I think she’s cute.” 

“You think she’s cute?” Bakugou repeats, reaching out and brushing some hair from your face, “You fucked up her neck, idiot.” He lifts your head by cupping your jaw, his thumb sinking into your cheek. “Maybe I want her.” Kirishima shrugs, a wide smile on his face. 

“I can share.” He hands the blond something black and leather. “Get this on her before she wakes up though, or she’ll be neither of ours.” Bakugou nods, carefully fastening the black leather quirk collar around your neck.

“Should we tie her down?” Bakugou asks. 

“Without her quirk, it was pretty easy to subdue her.” Kirishima shrugs. “You could probably handle her with one hand behind your back,” Bakugou smirks, adjusting your head so that you’re unconsciously leaning back in the office chair, rather than painfully folding in on yourself. 

_____

You wake, a few hours later, sitting slumped in a desk chair. 

“I assume you know who I am.” He says and you nod. 

“Bakugou Katsuki.” You confirm, and your voice is softer, it hurts to speak a little, but it’s not just that, your hands fly to your neck and you feel the collar. 

“S to stop you from usin’ your quirk,” He explains seeing your confusion. “I don’t have time to chase ya down,” He stretches a little. 

“Am I, are you going to kill me?” You ask, voice a little stronger now. He inspects you clinically, regarding the way concern twists at your mouth before you regain control of it. 

“Probably not myself.” He shrugs. 

“I thought you’d be angrier.” You say, hands trembling, because fuck, you didn’t want to die but what did you have to lose if he’d already decided? 

“I could yell atcha if ya want,” He says, placing his palms flat on the desk and standing, his eyes narrow, his tone dark. “I could say, who the fuck do you think you are, stealin’ from me,” you hear it now, the quiver of emotion in his voice, “I could say, that you’re the dumbest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever met, thinkin’ you could get away from me,” he walks around the desk, “And I’d be fuckin right.” His voice is a low rasp, almost a growl. “Wouldn’t I?” He looks at you, taking your face roughly in one hand, “I asked you a fuckin’ question, cunt.” 

“Yesh,” you get out, the way he’s holding your face distorts your speech. 

“So you’re going to tell me,” he says, leaning down and speaking directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “Exactly how you got into my apartment in the city. And who hired you.” You blink up at him, and he releases your face, “And I will make your death quick, rather than slow.” You swallow and tuck your hair behind your ears, it’s not like this job had given you a choice. Your heart beat slows as you realize you have leverage.

“What I’m hearing is that I have the information you want,” you shrug, “Let me go and I’ll tell you.” He leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Those are not good choices,” You protest, “I can’t appreciate that you gave me a short death when I’m dead, I’m not telling you who let me in-” at those words his hands spark, good, he was taking the bait, “Unless you-” 

“Someone let you in?” He snaps, and you maintain the act of pretending like you’ve revealed more than you should have.

“You didn’t know?” You cock your head and sigh, hoping it’s convincing. “Maybe you’re not as good as they say.” Something in his jaw twitches, and before you can speak again he’s lifting you by your bruised throat and slamming you against the wall of his office. 

“You think you can fuckin’ toy with me,” he tightens his grip. “You think I can be manipulated like that, by some cheap fuckin’ accusation? My people are loyal. No one would let you into my goddamn apartment.” You gasp, clawing at his hand, but it doesn’t seem to affect him. 

“I-if that’s what you think,” you wheeze, “Then just kill me, just finish the job right now.” You barely get the last word out as he tightens his fist, his face inches from yours. For a second you think maybe he will, but he lets you go. You crumple to the floor, gasping for breath as he stalks to the intercom on his desk. 

“We’ve got a goddamn issue,” he snarls, and you can practically feel the house come to life at his words, hear people scrambling to get him the things he wants. “As for you,” you’re struggling to sit up, still trying to catch your breath, “If I find out you’re lying, I will kill you personally.” You swallow, wondering how much time you’ve bought yourself, how much trouble you’re really in. Anything would be better than death, you reason, and if you can get this collar off you could be in the wind. Running from the mafia and from the hero commission, you’d never been more grateful to have a quirk that made you hard to catch. Bakugou turns his attention back to you, yanking you to your feet, but you’re so dizzy you crash into his chest, unable to stand upright. 

“I’m gonna find out whether you’re lyin’ to me,” he says, in his low growl, holding you up by the waist, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his, “C’mon,” he throws your body over his shoulder with a soft grunt, pushing out of his office and stalking down the hallway. Your head is still buzzing, but you hear a door close behind you and feel yourself being placed on the ground. “While I’m waitin’ on the security footage,” he says, pulling an old wooden chair across the room, “I’m gonna give you the opportunity to prove your life is worth something.” You swallow, your vision clearing again, you’re, oh shit. You’re in a bedroom, his bedroom, the same dark stained wood you saw covering the panels in his office. You’re sure it’s his room because of the way he’s sitting in front of you, the way he leans over you like you’re a peasant in his domain. Your eyes flick to the door and he chuckles. 

“Give it your best shot, sweetheart. Give me a reason to waste you. I want one.” You swallow, bowing your head a little. “That’s it,” he coos, “Come to terms with your situation,” he takes you by the back of the head, “You’re gonna suck my cock.” 

“R-really?” You blink up at him, surprised, and his smile grows, despite the situation, the innocence on your face makes him feel like he finally has the upper hand. 

“Really.” He says, mocking you. “You wanna live?” You nod slowly. “Get to work.” He gestures to his crotch, and you bite down hard on your lip as you unzip his fly and tug his pants down around his ankles. He’s about to snap at you, when you lean forward and lick the length of his balls, the warmth and sensation pulling a low growl from his lips. You look up at him, and he meets your eyes, and he doesn't have to give the order for you to know that you aren’t supposed to look away. You feel him tighten his grip on your hair, pushing you up against him harder. He tastes salty, and you try to shove what you’re doing to the back of your mind, to go somewhere else as he moves your mouth where he wants it, shoving his length down your throat, not caring about the drool that drips down your mouth and onto your chin, or for the way your eyes water when he pushes too hard to allow you a breath. 

“Fuck,” he snarls, “C’mere,” he orders but doesn’t give you a choice, lifting you by the waist and tossing you onto his bed. He moves you so that your head is hanging over the edge and pushes his heavy cock between your lips, fucking your face, occasionally stopping to paw at your breasts or to let you take a gasping, sputtering breath. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he says, in what you imagine is his best attempt at speaking softly. “You ready to talk to me?” He’s combing his fingers through your hair softly, at odds with the rough way he’s touched you so far. You’re so busy catching your breath that you almost don’t respond, but he waits, nearly patient. 

“What, what do you want to know?” You breathe, eyes closed. 

“Who let you into my apartment?” He asks, and you feel the rhythm of his soft touches change a little. 

“Can’t, can’t tell you.” You mumble. “Even if you hurt me, I can’t-” He lifts you, throwing you onto your stomach on the bed, yanking leggings down and palming your ass. “This,” you gasp, feeling him pull your body across his lap, “This can’t be how you normally get information from people.” He slips a finger under your panties, 

“Just pretty little thieves.” He growls, and you laugh bitterly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t prefer my other interrogation techniques.” You consider and shake your head.  

“Don’t suppose that means you’d take this collar off and let me go,” you twist your back to look at him but he doesn’t spare you a glance. 

“Nah,” he says, “You’re a fuckin’ criminal,” he raises a hand and brings it down hard on your backside. You suck in a sharp breath as the pain blooms across your skin, “And I’m a law abidin’ citizen, ain’t I?” 

“Am I supposed to answer that?” You ask and he spanks you again, even harder this time, bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Mouthy fuckin’ cunt.” He grunts, doing it again, and again, until he hears you sniff delicately. “You want me to stop?” He asks, rubbing over the affected area with warm calloused hands. 

“Y-yes,” more pain evident in your voice than you expect.

“Why don’tcha make it easy on yourself, then,” he says, “And just tell me what happened?” 

“Why,” you wipe your teary face on his blanket, “So you can kill me slowly?” He barks out a laugh, and brings his hand down on your ass again, not stopping until you’re crying in earnest, his cock throbbing. 

“Aww,” he coos with mock kindness, “Is baby in pain, does it hurt?” You ignore him, just grateful for the break. “I’ll make ya a deal,” he says, “Tell me who hired you to break into my place and you can have dinner?” You wipe your face, and sniff. 

“A last meal?” You quip and he shakes his head. 

“Can’t believe you’re still makin’ jokes.” He says and you shrug. “Nah, maybe I won’t kill ya, maybe I’ll keep ya if you tell me.” You stiffen and he rubs a soothing circle into your burning. 

“Bullshit.” You lay your face down on the mattress. 

“You would rather die than belong to me?” He asks, still squeezing and groping at the softest parts of you, watching the way you curl into him, into the warmth of his touch, “Rather die than give up whoever was payin’ ya, who let you into my place?” You swallow, and whisper, throat aching.

“No, I don’t want to die.” 

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and you feel his fingers ghost the outside of your panties, and freeze. “Are you wet?” He says in disbelief. You cover your face with your hands, feeling your face burn. “Jesus christ,” he chuckles, “That’s kinda fucked. Soakin’ your panties while I threaten your life, huh?”   

“Just get it over with.” You mumble. 

“Nahhh,” he drawls, not hiding his delight at all, “Seems like you’ve got a problem I could solve.” You feel him slip the wet fabric to the side, and run a finger up your folds, your whole body trembles. “You know without your quirk you’re helpless.” You nod, letting out a shaky breath and he pushes. “Completely at my mercy,” he draws the words out, and watches them hit you. Your pupils blow wide and he chuckles. With his free hand, he tugs on the little black collar around your neck. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to ask. Be a good little thief for me” His touches are light now, teasing. You bite down harder on your lower lip, trying to fight the warmth between your legs.  

“I can’t, I can’t give people up, Bakugou, but especially this person, it’s not worth the trouble.” You look up at him, a burning earnestness in your eyes that takes him aback. He nods, still teasing you, running his calloused hands across the inside of your thighs, making you squirm.    

“Here’s what I think,” he says, in a low rasp that goes straight to your core. “I think no one let you into my apartment, and I think you said that, because you don’t wanna tell me who hired you for the job, or because you don’t know, which would mean you have zero leverage here.” You don’t say anything for a moment, weighing your options. 

“You’re wrong, about at least one of those things.” You say eventually, and he spanks you hard again, watching the way your ass moves. This time, you let out a short yelp, the pain taking you by surprise. 

“I got time,” he says with a shrug, “I can draw this out, but you’re not gonna enjoy it.” 

“I don’t give people up.” You mumble. “I’m not Tooru.” Bakugou snickers. 

“Yeah, he’s a pussy. Listen, what if,” he proposes, and the light touches are back, you feel him push your thighs apart, “I help ya take care of this problem,” he parts your folds and he’s right, you’re soaked, “And you solve one problem for me.” 

“Fine,” you breathe, poorly concealing your desperation, and he smirks. 

“Ask nicely, theif.” He takes a fistful of your bruised ass and then lets it go. 

“Please touch me.” You say, through gritted teeth. 

“Where?” He says, circling your clit but not giving you any relief, feeling all the blood rush below his waist again as you whine. 

“Please, touch my pussy.” You mumble, it’s almost a whine, and it goes straight to his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he slips a single finger inside you experimentally, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Immediately, you're mewling softly, back arching off his lap, “Hands behind your back,” he orders and you obey, folding them behind you. He holds both of your wrists in one hand, adding a second finger to your core, “You’re gonna tell me,” he presses up against that spongy spot inside you, pulling a choked-out moan from your lips, “Who let you into my apartment?” 

“No,” you gasp. “No I’m not.” He picks up the pace a little. 

“Yeah you are, c’mon,” he feels you start to shake beneath him as the pleasure builds in your mind, as that hot coil tightens in your abdomen. “C’mon baby, dontcha wanna live?” 

“I do,” you moan, “I do wanna live.” The pressure is building, you’re either incredibly attracted to him, or he’s incredibly skilled, your mind is operating slowly, your lips part, and you let out another gasp. “Please, I want to live, Bakugou,” you plead. He nods, achingly pleased with himself, his own cock stiff in his suit pants, you can feel it pressing into your abdomen.

“And you wanna cum, dontcha? Greedy fuckin’ thing. I can feel it.” Tears prick at your eyes. How embarrassing, cumming all over a mob bosses fingers. “Tell me what I wanna know and I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.” You grit your teeth and think about trying to squirm away from him, knowing it’s pointless, knowing you’d asked for this, knowing you liked this, that you wanted more, that you wanted to him.

“N-no one, I, I got in myself.” You choke out. “You won’t see me on the f-footage.” 

“Good girl.” He crows, “Cum for me,” he sets a slightly faster pace with his fingers, paying more careful attention to your clit, “Cum f’daddy.” The coil in your stomach snaps and you spasm in his arms, gushing around his fingers as your orgasm rips through you like a knife. He carries you carefully through your high, delighting in the way you fall apart for him, the way your lips part, and your eyes open wide, the soft sounds that are all for him, all his. 

He withdraws his hands from you and dangles them in front of your face, you seem to understand the implicit order and lick his fingers clean. “I knew you could be sweet.” He mocks, and you nod dumbly, still trembling a little. “Ready to tell daddy who hired you?” You shake your head. “That’s a fuckin’ shame, ain’t it?” He releases your wrists and rolls you over, sitting you up in his lap. “I’ve been real nice,” he rumbles, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as your ass throbs. “That can change, baby, I don’t hafta be nice.” 

“It’s the only thing I have keeping you from killing me.” You whisper, lifting your head to him. “And if you let me live, he’ll kill me for giving him up, so it really doesn’t matter.” Bakugou nods slowly, starting to understand. 

“What if I protected ya, in exchange for the information?” 

“You were threatening my life half an hour ago,” you snip, “I’d be actually stupid to trust you.” Bakugou considers it’s true, that before you’d sat before him he’d had every intention of killing you. However, this was interesting, he needed to know who’d hired you, and if he thinks too much about your warm, tight cunt he’ll lose all access to his sanity. 

“I told ya I’d keep you.” He says, like it’s a threat he’s vowing to make good on. “Gimme your hands.” You obey, holding your wrists out in front of you. He stands, taking a length of red rope out of a drawer in his bedside table. He fastens them together and then to his headboard. You take a deep breath, and close your eyes. 

“I’ll be back.” He tells you and you don’t respond to him, a muscle in your jaw twitching. “Stop tryna use your quirk.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll send one of them in with dinner for ya, I got work to do.” 

_____

Bakugou storms into the dining room, where Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are waiting for him. 

“She dead yet?” Denki grumbles, an ice pack on his cheek. 

“Nah.” Bakugou shakes his head. “Here’s what I think. Someone dangerous hired her to steal somethin’ from me that wasn’t the gauntlet, she decided she could get more fencing it than whatever she was supposed to get from me.” 

“Shit,” Kirishima. “So what’s the plan?” 

“I think we can use her,” Bakugou says carefully, “But we gotta earn her trust, and we can’t let her go, she’ll be in the fuckin’ wind, without that asshole givin’ her up we’d never have caught her in the first place. I checked out the security footage, it’s like she wasn’t there at all. No sign of her.”  

“Ugh.” Denki says. “Tell me you at least made her cry or something, for my honor.” He gestures to his face. Bakugou grins evilly. 

“Baby cried a little.” He shrugs. “Certainly proved she has,” he considers his words, “A few purposes.” Kirishima shakes his head at the blonde, a little reproach in his eyes. “Don’t give me that shit Eij,” Bakugou snaps, “She’s the one who got wet while I was interrogating her.” 

“Of course she did.” Kirishima says brightly. “Anyway, do we need to see about accommodations if she’s gonna be a long term,” he pauses,  “A longer-term guest?” Bakugou considers. 

“I could clean up the basement?” Sero says, “And by that I mean I could order someone else to clean up the basement?”         

“She can stay with me.” Bakugou says eventually. “She probably needs supervision most of the time anyway.” 

“If you get tired of her I’ll take her,” Kirishima says, feigning disinterest a little too well. 

“Aw,” Bakugou coos, “You like the bitch.” 

“You both like her.” Denki grumbles, “So you can’t make fun of each other, you should have seen the way he carried her in here. Like she was some fuckin kid.” 

“You just don’t like her because she got the drop on you,” Sero smirks. 

“Whatever,” Denki puts his feet up on the table.  

“So her employer,”  Bakugou says, changing the subject, “They booked her through her 

fence, that much Tooru will tell me. He didn’t know who it was, apparently it’s a guy, she said he’d kill ‘er if she gave him up. Tooru said she met him once, saw his face, which is probably why she wanted to be in the wind after the job.”  

“So she’s cute, smarter than you, and definitely trouble,” Denki ducks when Bakugou swipes at him, “That ticks all of your boxes.” 

“It’s a problem,” Kirishima says, ignoring the kerfuffle. “Because if we’ve decided not to kill her,” he glances at Bakugou who looks away, “We have to take responsibility for the asset. Assuming that deciding not to kill her means we care if she dies.” Bakugou sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Yeah, let’s assume that. What’s next?” 

“Well,” Sero pipes up, “We have to find out what she was supposed to steal. How goes the interrogation?” Bakugou hesitates. 

“She doesn’t wanna give up her employer until we prove we’re not gonna kill her no matter what. We could break her, but it seems like it’d be work. And be messy.” 

“And you don’t wanna fuck up her pretty face.” Denki grumbles, and Bakugou’s hands spark in annoyance. Sero speaks. 

“We have to make her trust us, then, but if we take that collar off, she’ll be gone.” Sero stands. “We know it’s probably a rival.” 

“Do we?” Denki says, lifting his head, sounding serious for the first time. “I mean, if it’s the commission, trying to get your information, so that they can finally throw you in prison…” He trails off, thinking about it, “Then she’d really be in trouble, in enough trouble that taking your gauntlet would feel like a really good idea.” There’s silence. 

“They wouldn’t hire a thief though.” Kirishima says eventually, “They don’t work with villains.” Bakugou sighs again. 

“Either way she’s not gonna give it up unless we get real rough or if we earn her trust. She doesn’t have any external pain points, has no family, and lives alone. The only person there’s any record of her interacting with in the last few months is her fence.” 

“Do you think the fact that she’s tied to your headboard is helping or hurting the trust thing?” Denki needles and Bakugou’s scowl deepens. 

“Helpin’, because I’ve been way nicer than I coulda been.” He snaps. 

_____

A few hours later he makes his way back upstairs, it’s late, and you’re sleeping soundly. You’ve pulled his duvet over your body as much as you can with your legs, and he sees that the parts of you that are uncovered are pricked with goosebumps. He tugs himself out of his suit, tossing the clothes in the hamper, crawling into his bed in a tank top and boxers. You stir, opening one eye. 

“You’re really going to sleep with me?” You stretch a little, smiling softly. “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” 

“Bratty fuckin’ cunt.” He growls, reaching an arm out and yanking your body over to his. “If I wanted to fuck you I’d do it.” “I’ve actually,” you say as he scoots you partially under his body, “I’ve figured you out.” He just grunts in response. “You, despite everything, have your own twisted little moral compass. And you don’t want to hurt me if you don’t have to.” He reaches down and squeezes your bruised ass, you hiss involuntarily at the pain. 

“Checks out.” He says sarcastically. “I definitely don’t want to hurt you.” You squirm a little. 

“I would bet money,” you say, “And I’ll remind you that I do have at least $217 dollars to my name,” he snorts, “That if when you’d shoved me on my knees over there,” you jerk your head to the ground next to his bed. “If I’d started crying and begging, you wouldn’t have gone through with it.” 

“So what,” Bakugou grumbles. “No one wants to fuck a snotty bitch.” 

“You and I both know,” you say brightly, “That there are plenty of men who would.” You meet his gaze. “So why do you care if I trust you?” 

“I-” 

“Rhetorical question.” You interrupt. “Because I have the information you want, and for some reason, you’re opposed to hooking me up to a car battery.” Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“We got Denki, we don’t need a fuckin’ car battery. And don’t ever,” he glares at you and you shiver involuntarily, “Interrupt me again or I’ll let him use you to test his limits. He’s beggin’ for a chance to get backatcha” You shudder against him. “Did that finally scare ya?” 

“Oh, I’m terrified.” You whisper genuinely. “Is my rambling not giving it away?” He considers. 

“You’re hidin’ it better than you think you are.” He says quietly, reaching out to cup your cheek with one hand. “Lemme evaluate your hypothesis.” You nod, and wait. “I don’t care about hurtin’ ya. Try and escape and I’ll break your fucking legs, don’t test me.” You swallow. “What I don’t want is to burn a valuable asset. If no one let  you into my place, how the fuck did you get to my safe without triggering alarms or gettin’ caught on camera?” 

“You want me to join you?” Your mouth is dry. 

“I think it’s a good deal,” he argues, “Given that you need protection from whoever hired you, and from the way you were creamin’ on my fingers today I don’t think you hate me that much.” You tug on the rope tying your wrists to the headboard. “All you gotta do,” he takes your chin gently, bringing your attention back to him, “Is tell me who hired ya, and earn my trust.” Something flits across your face. “You know that I can protect ya,” he says gruffly, “We got a mission here, we got shit we’re doin’, and you could help.” He runs a finger along your jaw, dipping down to your neck, which, between his own handiwork and Kirishima’s, is purpled with bruises. “Or you can stay here, and be my cute, quirkless little fucktoy.” 

“Hmmm,” you sigh, pretending to think about it. 

“Even with your quirk,” he says, “I could catcha if you ran.” 

“I know you believe that.” You smile at him and he scowls. 

“Bad idea.” He snarls, his hand is back around your throat in a second. Your eyes prick with tears involuntarily, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were pushin’ my buttons because you want my cock that badly.” He leans in and spits in your open mouth, “Is that how it is, you want my cock so badly you’re brattin’ for it?” He slaps your face lightly, “Swallow.”  You obey and he climbs on top of you. 

“Please,” you mewl, and he rolls his eyes. 

“You want me so bad, baby, you coulda asked.” He yanks your leggings down, “Coulda been an obedient fuckin’ slut, huh,” he spits again, this time between your legs, rubbing it into your already wet folds. “You always give yourself away, betcha barely need me to prep ya?” You shake your head. 

“I need-” 

“I don’t give a shit,” he sheaths himself roughly inside you, and you keen at the painful burn, feeling every inch of him stretching your painfully, “What you need, fuck.” He collapses on top of you, rutting his hips into yours at an astounding pace, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You like that, you like it when I’m fuckin’ rough with you?” He takes a fistful of your hair. “Answer me when I ask you a goddamn question.” 

“Yes,” you cry out, “Yes, yes sir I like it,” 

“How badly do you want me?” He snarls, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips. 

“S-so badly,” you choke out, straining against the restraints, he leans down and you think he’s going to spit in your face but instead, he kisses you, groaning into your mouth. 

“Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you all goddamn day.” He snaps. “Just lie there and take it.” You gasp, he’s thick and heavy, you were wet, but not prepped for how wide he’d be as he stuffs you full. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, sir,”  

“Please what,” he growls, his weight braced on his elbows, he leans down and kisses you again, aware that you’re not sure what you’re begging for, for him to go faster or slower, for a break or for him never to stop. Being caged in like this is overwhelming, he’s everywhere, his weight on top of you, his lips on your neck, his animalistic groans in your ear as he pounds into you. He’s somehow lucked into the perfect angle, you refuse to believe it’s anything but luck that has you tearing up,  your lips parting and back arching, as his head nudges against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust. 

“I said,” and he kisses you again, its soft lips and then sharp teeth and a soothing swipe of his tongue, “Please, what?” 

“Can I,” you gasp, unable to get out a while phrase before he effectively knocks the wind out of you, “Can I cum?” He barks out a laugh. 

“No fuckin’ way.” He pulls your shirt down, burying his face between your tits, “You already came once today, this is about me,” you let out a yelp as he nips your soft skin, sinking his teeth into you, he sucks at one of your nipples and groans loudly, your warm, wet walls were squeezing him tightly, and when he’d bite you he noticed they fluttered and clenched down. 

“Can’t hold it,” you babbly, the tears in your eyes spilling over, “Please, please, please-” 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growls in  your ear and you whimper, he stalls his hips against yours, burying himself inside you to the hilt, and you feel his tongue on your ear as a shiver rips through you, “Who’s fuckin’ pussy is this?” 

“Yours.” You choke out, squirming, trying to get any kind of friction any kind of movement, and he swears violently, 

“All of this,” he takes a handful of your ass, and runs his free hand up your silhouette, “All of this is mine. I decide when you cum, if you ever get to cum again,” you whimper, and he closes his eyes, tuning you out to focus on the pure sensation, being inside you was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and there was something about the conquest, the idea that you were wild and he’d tamed you, that makes his palms ache with desire. 

“Yours,” you choke out again, pulling him out of his head. 

“Mine.” He snarls possessively, “Cum with me.” He rocks his hips against yours, your legs are thrown haphazardly over his shoulder, “C’mon bitch come with me.” You let go of the hot coil in your stomach as his thrusts become sporadic, the two of you completely losing control as your orgasms rip through you. It’s like vaulting over a cliff, your vision whites out and you yank hard on the ropes, nearly detaching them from the bed as he grunts above you. 

It’s a few minutes of soft breathing, of little, featherlight shivery touches before he speaks, his voice plucking a chord of vulnerability he didn’t expect. 

“Let me protect you.” His words hang heavy in the air, he pulls you onto his chest. “I can, you know I can.” You curl up into him. 

“Untie me.” It’s not a request, and he figures you both know that as long as you’re wearing the collar you can’t get away from him. He pulls at the ropes, and undoes the knots slowly, rubbing the raised welts in your skin from where you’ve strained against them. “You think you can protect me?” He nods, tucking your body into his, rubbing your back. 

“I know I can.” He says, and for a moment he’s transported back to U.A., back to his brief stint as a hero in the sun of the city, of the way people would look up at him with genuine trust. 

“I know who hired me.” You mumble. “And I saw his face, which is how I knew he’d kill me if I brought him the flash drive he was looking for.” Bakugou nods, tracing a pattern on your back. “Do you um, do you know Taichi Shohei?” Bakugou stiffens. 

“You saw that bastard's face?” He says in a low growl. You nod. 

“I thought I’d take your gauntlet, fence it, and then I could be in the wind. I’d maybe never come back to this country, but that’s okay,” you say brightly, “There are other countries.” 

“The head of the Public Hero Commission, what, met you on a rooftop?” You swallow. 

“He showed up at my place.” 

“What the fuck,” Bakugou is instantly more awake, shoving your body underneath his own so that he can look down at you. 

“I knew it.”  You look away. “There’s nothing you can do, is there.” His mind is racing. “You have to let  me go, please, I need to get away-” 

“Nah,” Bakugou sits up, straddling you. “He ain’t gonna be a problem for ya, not if you're ours.” You sigh deeply. 

“So what are you offering me?” He relaxes, flopping next to you. 

“I got shit on him,” Bakugou explains, a self-satisfied smile on his head, “That’s probably what he wanted, some leverage over me.” You nod. “But,” he kisses the top of your head, “Thanks to your sense of self-preservation he didn’t get anything.” 

“So you might say you owe me?” You say, a touch more brightness to your voice and he rolls his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t say that.” Bakugou says flatly, locking his arms around you, “I’d say you’re still at my fuckin’ mercy.” 

“So,” you say quietly, “What does joining you mean?” You reach for the collar, the thin black leather around your neck, and he pulls your hands away. 

“It means when you’re not doin’ shit for me, you don’t get to take that off.” He says gruffly. “It looks good on ya, anyway.” 

“Ugh, really?” 

“You and I both know,” he says, turning on his side to follow you as you pull away from him, “That the second that thing’s off you’ll be halfway across the city.” 

“And?” You say. “Why do you care?”

“Because I got shit I want you to steal for me,” he rumbles, “And you’re a tight fucken cocksleeve, I’m gonna keep ya.” You sigh softly, and to his delight you curl into him. 

“Mmmkay then. Fine. Eventually, you have to let me go.” 

“Think I’ll getcha a cute little leash to go with that collar.” You grit your teeth and he tightens his grip on you. “You don’t like that, don’t like the idea that you belong to me?” He pulls away enough to look in your eye. “Get used to it. You’re fuckin’ mine. This is one of the nicer things I can choose to do with your life.” You stare at him, but a shiver runs up your spine, betraying how cold you feel outside the blankets. 

“F-fine.” You say and shiver again. “Please c-can I come back, underneath?” He nods, evidently feeling benevolent. 

“My sweet, sweet little fucktoy.” He growls. “Gonna be a good girl, gonna serve me?” You feel your clit throb between your legs and nod quickly. “That’s it then,” he kisses you. “You’ll look good on a leash.” You snuggle up to him, it’s warm and soft and comfortable, and you’re struck by how true your earlier realization about his moral compass was. 

He wakes before you, realizing that despite being untied you haven’t moved away from him, that you’ve latched onto him, one of your legs is up around his waist, and most of your body is on his chest. You sigh softly at even the slightest movement, drawing his warmth closer to you. 

“S’not bad.” You murmur. “Wakin’ up with you.” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, tugging your body higher on his chest. “Let’s getcha breakfast then, huh?” You nod, and let him pull you out of bed, he loans you an unused toothbrush and you’re attempting to work a brush through your hair when he snatches it out of your hands and shoves you into a seated position on his bed. “I got it.” You swallow, and he kneels behind you, carefully, painstakingly working the brush through your hair. “My fault you spent so long without brushin’ it.” He says eventually. You let him finish and watch him get dressed, and then he leads you down a dark wood-covered staircase to a dining room table where Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are already eating. They stand when he comes in, and pulls out a chair for you. You sit, glancing nervously at the other men. Bakugou takes a seat at the head of the table and nods to you, 

“Fill ‘em in.” Bakugou brings a glass of water to his lips.

“Um,” you glance at Kirishima, who raises his eyebrows. “So I was hired by Taichi Shohei, to make a copy of Bakugou’s hard drive, the one in the room behind the bookshelves.” You’re interrupted by the sound of the blonde choking on his drink, your head snaps to him in concern. 

“You didn’t tell me that was what you were after,” he snaps, wiping his chin, “Or that you even knew that room was there.” You blink at him. 

“I know about all the rooms, the one under the kitchen, the extra one behind your closet, was that,” you trail off as each of the men looks stunned, “I didn’t just break in, I staked it out.” You fidget. “Remember that I am, that I was a good thief.” He rubs his eyes and Denki snickers. 

“She’s gotcha there.” 

“I,” you fidget a little, “That’s it though.” 

“Taichi,” Kirishima leans back in his chair, it creaks under the weight of his muscle. “Not a good enemy to have.” 

“Thanks for the insight.” You quip. “That’s why I was hoping to leave the country.” Kirishima chuckles, but Bakugou’s scowl deepens. 

“I’m gonna enjoy gettin’ rid of your attitude.” He snips, and servants bring breakfast for the men, slipping a plate of eggs in front of you. “We’re gonna protect her from Taichi, and if she’s a good girl,” he coos at you, “I’ll let her go and get things when I need ‘em fetched.” 

“I’d like a turn at her attitude,” Kirishima says brightly, and Bakugou shrugs. 

“She breaks easy. Have at it.” You look sharply at him. “Relax, you’ll be able to make fun of him for havin’ honor too.” 

“Bet she’d be good for me,” Kirishima says, smiling at you. “If for no other reason than it’ll piss you off.”  

“That is intriguing,” You muse, and Bakugou scowls. “Don’t worry,” you give him your sweetest smile. “I’ll be a good little thief for you too, for now.”