Possession | Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Possession | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Hey guys! It’s been a little while, but I really hope you guys enjoy this. Once again another self-indulgent fic from me. It’s supposed to be a part two to this thirst post I did for Shindou’s birthday.

Warnings: 18+, Dub-con.

Word Count: 5732.

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Don’t let Breonna Taylor be forgotten

nights like these

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Growing up sometimes means saying goodbye to people who you thought would be in your life forever. But, you’re determined to keep your friendship with Midoriya intact, no matter how distant you two grow. 

Song: Nights Like These by Will Jay

Note: I’m at 69 followers and i can’t stop cackling (yes, I’m aware that I have the emotional maturity of a middle schooler). Anyways, thanks again for the love! Hope you enjoy, and remember feedback + comments are always appreciated!

“We’re still going to keep in touch, right?”

Your eyes snapped away from the mesmerizing sunset, focusing on the green-haired boy sitting next to you. The orange and yellow hues of the setting sun gently hit his face, creating a calming aura around him. But the look of slight worry etched onto his face said something entirely different. 

For a moment you blankly stared at the boy sitting next to you, trying to figure out where that question had come from. 

“Of course we are Izuku,” you said as you gently nudged his arm. You saw the boy slightly relax at your words, feeling relieved by the reassurance. Your eyes sent him a questioning look. “Where did that question even come from?”

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Young God - Part 4A

Part 3B

Everything was different. 

You felt different, every noise was different, the sight was different, even the very scent of your surroundings…

“Hey, you… you’re finally awake.”

Finally, a familiar voice amidst this confusing change. It wasn’t one that you were particularly pleased to hear, but you were so used to his voice equaling your next meal that your mouth watered at the sound. 

You snapped upright and found that you were laying in an actual bed, with a normal-looking room surrounding you. A dresser with a TV on it, a closet, even a desk with a dusty laptop. “Take in your surroundings for a moment,” he said. “No need to freak out.”

“I don’t understand,” you choked, mouth dry and gummy. “What the fuck am I doing here?”

Turning your head to the right, you found that your tormentor, Bakugo… was sitting on a chair, fingers laced together and pressed to his lips. “I really have a lot of explaining to do, heh,” he chuckled, softer than you’d ever heard him. “Let me make this… perfectly clear to you. I didn’t… exactly mean to hurt you, the way you’d been hurt.”

“Bull fucking shit!” You spat, throwing a pillow at him, which he dodged with ease.

“I expected you to die. I didn’t… expect to feel remorse when I watched you live through the trials. This is all pretty fucking new to me, too.”

Your teeth were grinding against each other again, fangs occasionally reaching down lower than intended and cutting paper-thin sliced into your gums. If you’re so god damn remorseful, then why don’t you find a way to change me back? Your mind taunted.

“You really don’t fucking get it, do you?!” He shouted, dissipating through the air and reforming back on top of you, pinning your wrists into the mattress as you met his enraged gaze, unafraid and unwavering. “Do you know what it’s like to live for over three hundred goddamn years, completely fucking alone? I’ve tried to find someone like me! I’ve tried to find someone that could withstand everything we put you through! And they all fucking died. You really think I enjoyed watching you suffer like that? Time for a little lesson in Vampirism, sweetheart!”

He tore himself away from you, feet landing loudly at the edge of the bed and beginning to pace back and forth loudly. “Listen to me, okay? When someone… of my kind, changed someone… there’s an extreme possibility that there’s not going to live through the first transfusion. Let alone the second or third or… fuck, I think you’re on your tenth now? Though you were out cold for some of them. And that stupid battle with Kirishima…”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It was strange, even your own emotions… felt alien now. You weren’t angry about what you’d become now, more… irritated, than anything, that you were now burdened with this strange way of living and little to no understanding of how you could do something as simple as exist. No feelings regarding the fact that you’d more than likely never see your friends or family again… only the one though… about how to survive.

“I know it sounds dumb as hell. But that wasn’t my own idea, alright? My family… my mother, more than anyone I guess, she created a pact with the werewolves long before I was born. Said anyone that couldn’t survive one of their beatings wasn’t suited to serve under her.”

“So what the fuck does that have to do with the way you acted jackass?!” You shouted.

“I was getting there if you would just shut the fuck up, and listen.” There wasn’t the usual malice in his tone, only irritation as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned his head back. “When someone like me… changes someone, it takes up a lot of our venom. The less we have, the more… frustrated, we get, I guess you could say. Every transfusion of blood and venom… takes a little piece out of us, and puts in into the person we’re trying to turn.”

And now, for the hard-hitting question. “So why me?”

He stopped his pacing, straitening his neck and releasing his hand from his face. “I don’t know the answer to that,” he eventually responded. “I’ve never… successfully converted someone… until you. Whenever I’m searching, I always look for someone I could see myself being happy with. I’ve always wanted it to be… special.”

“Am I supposed to feel honored?”

He laughed out loud and paced closer to the bed, fingers trailing over your arm. “I wouldn’t exactly say it that way. But… sorta, yeah, you probably should. There are many benefits that come with being one of my kind… with a sort of… futuristic vision being one of those… said benefits. And when I first heard you scream… I saw this… right here…”

He leaned his head close into yours, lips right next to your ear as his hand trailed to your shoulder, across your collar bones, your chest, stomach, thighs…

“I saw these goosebumps breaking out over your skin, and I’ve seen what comes next… if everything goes as planned, and you finally accept this new reality in it’s entirety…we’re both going to reach… ecstasy.”

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A/N: Sorry I couldn’t type out more. I’m just really, really tired. 

The Villain -- Ch. 3: He’s Not a Villain

A/N: School started and I’m so upset so to make myself feel better, I decided to write Chapter 3 today lol.

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Pairing: villain!bakugou x female!reader Warnings: swearing Word Count: 2,433

Links to previous chapters: Chapter 1: We’re Missing Katsuki Chapter 2: Happy to See Me?

✐posted 08.28.2018✐

“_____!” Mina called out from down the street, running towards you. She clapped her hands on your shoulders. “Thank goodness you’re alright!”

You blinked, trying to snap out of the temporary daze you were put into. “Yeah, I’m fine. Did… Did you and Tsuyu get those civilians out of the way?”

Mina nodded. “A few people got burned so Tsuyu escorted them to the hospital with the paramedics. Kyouka’s at the station right now to report what happened.”

“Oh, that’s good. At least everyone’s alright.”

“Mhm.” Mina pulled out her phone. “Speaking of station, Yamashita-kun called me a few minutes ago. He said he’s been trying to call you but you didn’t answer.”

“Oh, um, my phone must’ve been turned off.” You rubbed the nape of your neck. You didn’t know how to tell Mina what had happened just a few mere minutes ago.

Mina eyed you. “Yamashita-kun’s in the hospital.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “What?! Is he okay?!”

Mina nodded. “He’s not hurt. He’s just visiting the burn victims and questioning them.”

You sighed in relief. “Oh, thank god. I’ll go over there now. Might as well report to the Chief of Police what happened on my end.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. I’m gonna go check on the apartment!”

***

“Hi, do you know where I can find Yamashita-san?” You asked the secretary at the front desk of hospital.

She nodded, gesturing down the hallway. You thanked her, moving quickly through the hall until you laid eyes on him. “Natsuya!”

Natsuya turned his head at the sound of your voice, dismissing whoever he was talking to and ran towards you. He threw his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Thank god you’re alright.” He pulled away, cupping your face. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“If something had happened to you, I don’t what the hell I would’ve done.”

“I’m fine, Natsu, I really am.” You looked around pulling him into an empty hospital room. “I actually wanted to… talk to you about what happened today.”

Natsuya nodded, taking in your uneasy stature. “What happened? Was it the League?”

You nodded, twiddling yours thumbs and looking down to the floor, a habit Natsuya knew all too well that you’d do when you knew you had done something wrong or felt uneasy. “Dabi used his quirk and set the whole street in flames.”

Natsuya stared at you, waiting for you to continue. “Kurogiri was there, too. He helped them escape.”

“Them?”

“Kat… Katsuki showed up, too.”

“Katsuki?’ Natsuya’s eyes widened in realization. “As in, Bakugou Katsuki?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Natsuya gritted his teeth. “The hell’d that bastard show up for after hiding all these years?”

“He didn’t do anything. Dabi was the only one who did the collateral damage.”

“Then why’d Bakugou show up in the first place.”

You lifted your head up. “He said he wanted to see me.”

“To see you?”

You nodded. “He was just talking to me really. And I confronted him for leaving all of a sudden all those years ago.”

Natsuya furrowed his brows at you. “And it didn’t occur to you to even try and reprimand him? All you did was talk? _____, he’s the most wanted man in the world and you let him walk away?”

“It’s not like that!” You exclaimed, sighing afterwards. “Natsuya, how do you know he committed the crimes of the kidnappings and murdered Shigaraki?”

“What’re you–”

“I mean there’s no evidence that he–”

“Are you seriously trying to defend him?” Natsuya looked at you in utter disbelief and disgust.

Your hands balled up into fists from frustration. “No offense, but the police department has no hard or real evidence that shows that Katsuki’s guilty of those charges.”

“The hell’s wrong with you? We have witnesses that reported what they saw and the autopsy of Shigaraki’s body showed signs of burnings that damaged his body.”

“Katsuki’s quirk is Explosion. If he really killed Shigaraki, he’d be in dismantled into a bunch of pieces. He wouldn’t be intact.”

“So what, you’re a forensic pathologist now?”

“No, I’m trying to help, Natsuya!” You stared at your boyfriend in frustration. “I    know he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, but he was my friend. And I have this gut feeling that’s telling me that he’s innocent… of those weighty charges at least.”

Natsuya scoffed. “Well, for your information, I’m gonna stick by the law, not your gut.” He pushed open the door aggressively. “You think because you have a quirk you’re almighty, but you’re not shit. The fact that you’d even question the law is repulsive.”

“Natsuya!” You called out, looking down the hallway, watching as he walked away from you. He took one more glance at you, scoffed, and opened the door to the victim’s room.

You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. There was something about this whole situation that just didn’t settle well with you. As much as you loved Natsuya, one thing you never understood was his blind admiration for the law. Although law and order is crucial to develop a working society, blindly believing police officers with everything that they do is a little… absurd.

You were contemplating whether or not to go after him again, deciding not to once you felt your phone ring. “Hello?”

“Okay, so this is gonna sound a little weird so bear with me.” You could hear Mina sighing loudly from the other end. “You know how Dabi burned up our whole street?”

“Yeah.”

“The only buildings that are left untouched are the flower shop… and our apartment complex?”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. You were almost certain that you and Mina would have to soon go house hunting after today’s events.

“I know right! Every other building is completely burnt down. Why would Dabi leave these buildings alone?”

“I… I don’t know, Mina. Anyways, eat dinner without me. I need a drink, it’s been a long day. I’ll see you later.”

Mina chuckled. “Alright. Be careful though. I know how much of lightweight you are and how much blabber whenever you’re drunk. Call me if you need me to pick you up!”

***

“Do you ever shut up?” Bakugou groaned, standing from the table.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that, Ground Zero,” Toga cooed, Twice nodding along. “You saw that girl, right? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“That’s right. You seemed rather fond of that girl. Perhaps you’re in love?” Mr. Compress further instigated.

“You’re all getting on my fucking nerves!” Bakugou exclaimed, kicking the table to the side. 

“It’d be best if you calmed down, Baku– I mean, Ground Zero,” Kurogiri said wearily.

Dabi smirked. “Yeah, the number one hero, the new symbol of peace… _____. She really pisses me off like the rest of them.”

“Like I give a fuck with what pisses you off,” Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. He grabbed his jacket. “I’m going across the street. None of you better not fucking show up.” Bakugou didn’t wait to hear the taunting calls of his “employees” as he entered the rundown, but still busy bar.

The bartender, the owner, shot his head up at the sound of the door opening. He grinned. “Ground Zero! You want the usual?”

“Sure.” Bakugou scanned the room. “It seems busier than usual in this shit place.”

The bartender let out a bellowing laugh. “Yup! We have newcomers as well! It’s not everyday new people visit a villain’s bar.” He pointed down the counter. “Like that pretty girl over there. She reminds me a lot like the number one hero, but why would she be here of all places.”

Bakugou stared at the girl who had her head placed on the counter, pissed out drunk. “You don’t say… I’ll take my drink later.”

“Alrighty!” The bartender moved on to the next customer as Bakugou sat down next to the drunk girl.

“It’s not safe for a girl like you to be around here,” Bakugou muttered, eyeing the girl beside him.

She groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She wore a hoodie that covered her head and a surgical mask. She pulled it down, rubbing her eyes. Bakugou was shocked to see your drunken expression as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“What?” You looked at Bakugou, peering your eyes at him. “You look familiar.”

“Must be a coincidence. You do know this is the villain’s part of town, why’re you here, you’re obviously some pro.”

“This is the villain’s part?” You asked in shock, looking around the bar as if you had seen it for the first time. “It was right near the hospital! Hmm, that’s weird.”

“You didn’t answer my question; why’re you here?” Bakugou demanded, slightly irritated that you would act so carelessly.

You looked at Bakugou perplexingly. “You know, for a stranger you seem really concerned about me.” You turned the bar stool around, facing his direction. “But, I’m here because my boyfriend is a… butt.”

Bakugou had to refrain himself from bursting out into laughter from your drunkenness. “Why’s your boyfriend a…. butt?”

“Well, he’s mad that I let Katsuki go and didn’t even try to go against him. He’s also mad that I questioned the police’s authority with thinking that Katsuki’s a villain.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I know Katsuki’s not a villain. And we basically fought over that.” Bakugou was dismayed. He initially thought what you had told him during today’s incident was utter and complete bullshit. The fact that you would go against your own boyfriend for him confused him if anything.

“Why would you even defend him anyways? Isn’t… Katsuki a villain?” Bakugou cringed at the sound of his own voice uttering his name, but he wanted to know what you were thinking, knowing that this time would probably be the only time to get you to tell him everything that was on your mind.

You shook your head. “He’s not. I know that for a fact ‘cause ten years ago, when we were still in U.A., my mom died when I was sixteen. I had given up every hope to become a hero. She was the reason why I wanted to be a hero and was my biggest motivator, too. My dad and even Natsuya helped me grieve but they also encouraged me to give up my dreams because they didn’t like the thought of me becoming a hero and putting my life at risk, so they didn’t do anything when I told them. But, Katsuki found me crying during lunch and he told me that if I gave up on becoming a hero, why the hell did I try so hard to get in?”

Bakugou remained silent, taking in the sight of you as you talked. Your eyes seemed heavy, cheeks flushed which were effects due to the alcohol. But, you still acted like the same _____ that he knew from school. He was astonished.

“And after that, everyday he would keep pushing me to work for my dream that I’ve wanted for so long. He would train with me and basically help me become the top of the class, even though he was aiming for that same goal. And he never asked for anything in return, no matter how many times I asked. He was a pain in my neck, but I would’ve never became a hero without him.”

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I just don’t understand… how can the most dangerous man in the world commit those crimes when he helped me become the hero I am today? Don’t villains hate heroes? So why did he help me?”

Bakugou still didn’t say anything, watching as you sighed exasperatedly and leaned your head on the counter. He parted his lips. “What would you say to him if you saw him now?”

You shot up, cheeks puffed in anger, and your fist raised in the air. “I’d walk up to him and punch him right in the face! And if I keep running into him, I’m gonna annoy him into becoming a hero until he does, the same way he did for me!”

Awe. Bakugou was in so much awe. Who knew the number one hero would care so much about the number one villain? Hearing you drunkingly talk so passionately made Bakugou feel… odd. He couldn’t quite describe it, but hearing you basically defend his name and talk so highly off him when he knew he could never meet your expectations, made him feel liberated. 

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou mumbled, shaking his head yet a small smile on his face.

“Huh?” You asked, rubbing your eyes vigorously. “Now that I think about it, you look like Katsuki.”

“No way, I’ve never heard of him.”

“Really?” You asked perplexingly. “You must’ve been confused this whole time if you don’t even know who he is. So, let me tell you all about him; he’s–”

“Okay, that’s enough talking for one day.” Bakugou stood up, leaning over to pull the mask back up onto your face. You were still a hero, and everyone in this area wouldn’t hesitate to kill you the minute they saw you. “I’m taking you home.”

You groaned. “I don’t wanna get up. I’m too tired.”

“Then I’ll fucking carry you.”

You gasped, shielding your body from him. “No! I’m not gonna let some stranger touch me!”

Yet you basically gave out your whole life story to this fucking stranger…

“Hey, Watari!” Bakugou called out to the bartender. “Put her drinks on my tab. I’ll pay for it when I get back.”

“You got it, Ground Zero!”

“Come on.” Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the bar. “I’m taking you home.”

Bakugou drove in front of the complex, unlocking your door to let you out. He had taken your surgical mask and slipped on a hat to cover his identity. He opened your door for you. “Are you gonna be okay getting inside?”

You nodded in exaggeration. “Mina’s at home, so I’m in good hands.” You stumbled your way inside, turning around and waving at Bakugou. “Thanks, stranger! Hopefully we see each other soon!”

Bakugou raised his hand, leaning against his car as he watched you walk right into the door and fall on your ass. He couldn’t help but laugh, you were still as clumsy as ever. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as you waited for the elevator, looking around aimlessly.

“Yeah… hopefully we meet again soon.”

Young God - Part 3A

A/N: And I fucking oop-

Pairing: Vampire!Bakugo x Reader x Werewolf!Kirishima

Summary: Full strength, horny werewolf against a starving new-blood vampire. 

Warnings: f e r a l, lil violence, smut

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