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could we get yandere poly hero bakugo x villain deku x childhood friend??? but make them both kinda off the deep end :) like that sounds so spicy o-o

poly yandere ! BAKUDEKU x childhood friend

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, gangbang, double-d, slut-shaming, guilt-tripping, degradation, condescension, patronisation

TIP-JAR

REUNION

"You? A hero?!"

Ash blonde locks shook with the snide laughter of whom they belonged to. His snickering going well with the crackling in his palms.

Izuku was on the ground again. Dirt the least of his worries with the burns running up his forearm.

"Don't kid yourself! You'll never be more than useless wimp, Deku!" The red-eyed boy jeered. Looking down into the pitiful blank puddles of terrified green at his feet.

Grinning like a maniac. Before something came to block the view.

He stood like a demon menace in front of her, where she'd once again placed herself between the two. As quirkless as the boy on the ground, but not as willing to give in to bullies. Despite said bully technically being a friend.

Her face twisted. Eyes hardening as she stared up at the boy who'd only recently gained some height on her.

"You want to shit all over our dreams?!" She yelled. Her pointer finger pushed into the skull on his black T-shirt. Making his expression drop before altering into one of surprise of her sudden bravery.

Until once again shifting to one of offence.

"Hah?"

He rose a brow. Ready to shove another pathetic weakling who was out to play hero to the ground. On their knees where they belonged.

"What about you?! Huh?!" She yelled before he had the chance. "A hero?!"

If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was making fun of him.

But that simply couldn't be.

"Next Allmight?!" She posed sarcastically.

And although he'd never heard anyone speak to him like it ever before, he was positive he didn't like her tone.

He opened his mouth to put her in her place, but she beat him to it once again.

"Are you delusional?!"

Her voice just kept rising. Kept going above whatever comment he was trying to push between her insults.

"People are better off left with villains than with you coming to the rescue!"

Katsuki went quiet at that. Drawn back as though pushed.

His eyes round as he looked down at the girl who seemed to hold more fire in her eyes than him. Yelling at him. Still with that annoying squealing girly voice she had. Though now sharpened like a dagger and thrown at him as though she actually had no fear of him.

"I'd take a villain over a monster any day!"

Deku had remained quiet. Though reached out a hurt arm to pull on her skirt now.

"Hey... stop-" His voice was weak.

Weak and pathetic.

Just like the rest of him. No mind to him being quirkless.

"No! Shut up! You always defend him!"

She snapped around. Her finger now pointed at the freckle-faced crybaby still in the spot Kachan had pushed him to.

He hadn't even dared get up or say anything. Always leaving her to do his dirty work. Never defending himself. Just allowing Kachan to push them around like he was some King and they were his servants.

His jesters.

A spoiled brat's toys he could break whenever he felt like.

"He's right. You are useless." She spit.

A look of disgust on her face as she pulled her skirt to herself. Ripping it loose from his weak grip.

Letting him drop palms first in the sand.

"Well, I'm done protecting you."

Whipping around, she faced the other boy.

His ash-blond main blowing in the wind as he stood still and stunned.

"And I'm done forgiving you!"

She wouldn't allow the tears to fall. She wouldn't allow herself to be weak anymore.

She was done.

"I'm done!"

She stepped off.

Leaving the two.

Hoping she wouldn't trip in the sandlot dust of the playground as she stomped off. Thinking it would be too embarrassing if she were to make such a statement only to fall on her face.

But she held her head high. Refraining from looking back at the two who she hoped stared after her.

Hoping this would be a lesson for them. Hoping they'd grow up for a change.

Despite the three of them being just ten.

"I'm done with both of you!"

~~~

Turns out... growing up wasn't all it was cracked up to be...

She drunk way too much last night.

She knew she should have told Rebecca to go clubbing on her own. But, the rent was just around the corner and that promoter check she gets for simply looking pretty and laughing at rich guys bad jokes was way too tempting to decline.

At least no guy had groped her this time. Or at least she'd gotten too drunk to remember it if it did.

Besides, with the way Rebecca dresses she couldn't allow her to go alone.

While she'd be left safely at home in her fuzzy socks. Her friend's silly judgment and short dress would allow her to fall prey to some rich sleaze who vouched for the pull-out method.

She’s a good friend for looking out for her, she thought and smiled as she drooled into her pillow and giggled just a bit before the pins and needles tugged at her scalp.

She's in the least allowed to pat herself on the back by sleeping in.

And by sleeping in, she means sleeping all day until midnight the day after.

She'd probably sleep even longer until the next morning. Headache and all still lingering like a slight frizz around her crown.

So much so she winced once she heard the noise she guessed must have come from one of her neighbour flat-mates or from up above her.

A sound just loud enough to wake her up.

Groaning while peeling her eyes open. Her hand slapped about the bedside table to try and find her phone, though coming at a loss at the same time feeling something cold poke her back where she twisted in the sheets.

Bending her arm, she awkwardly dragged the phone she'd been sleeping on from beneath her. Eyes squinting in a grimace as the screen lit up in her face. Way too bright white numbers reading double-o-something.

"Half a day of sleep don't do me justice..." She whined groggily as she slipped out from bed with a groan.

Club-dress still on from last night. Short and black, loose-fit but revealing, now sticking to her dried-sweaty skin.

She placed her phone on the dresser and pushed her finger-pads into her temples. Grimacing at the sting while she sighed out a pained little whimper.

"Fuck- Last time I'm doin' this... Too old for this bullshit."

Head only buzzing more with each step she took on the cold faux-wood floor as she slowly made her way to the kitchen.

Passing the full-length mirror she'd placed in the hallway. She stopped with a dead look in her eyes at the sight of herself.

Smeared mascara and rubbed smokey-eye looking like the mask of a raccoon. Nose red and lips dry and pale with their paint-coat long gone. Her hair a tangled birds-nest of regrets she'd already forgotten in her heavy hangover.

"Look like trash, smell like trash, feel like trash..."

She swallowed. Rubbing her sore neck with eyes closed.

"Last time, Becky, I swear... this is getting too tragic."

She dismissed her reflection with raking her fingers through her hair. Moving forward towards the cupboards.

"Oh yeah? What other jobs can a quirkless nobody pursue, buttercup?"

It seemed she wasn't done talking to herself. Though her voice was altered to mimic what one could only guess was supposed to replicate Rebecca.

"I don't know... like- a waitress or something..." She argued against herself.

Choosing her favourite out of the mismatched glasses from the shelf. Before flipping the sink and turning the handle towards cold.

"A waitress? That's practically the same job you have now, Bottle-girl. Just with less than half the pay." She rebutted again. Her voice harsh and pitchy, nagging at herself.

Slipping the spaghetti-straps to her dress off. She let it slink to the floor while waiting for the splashing water to run cold.

Stepping out of the black article she stood freely with no bra and no underwear while filling up her glass.

"You should use your pretty face for what's it's worth while you still can."

She chugged it hastily. Droplets running down her nude chest in the dim moonlight coming in through her open naked windows, in an apartment she assumed was occupied by her and her alone.

"You should shut the fuck up and cry about it in the shower." She dismissed the conversation and wiped her mouth with her forearm.

Placing her glass on the counter with a passive-aggressive clank. She left her dress on the floor and made her way over to her tiny but doable bathroom.

The vent had broken down a while back, and she hadn't the fifty bucks to waste on repairing it or buying a new one when she could simply shower with the door open instead.

It didn't matter much when she lived alone anyway. She just needed to make sure she didn't get a mold crisis on her hands as she really couldn't afford anything but the rent on her shaky salary.

Rebecca had told her to do more private deals in pent-house suites instead of booths at the club. But last time she'd agreed to something like that she'd been roofied and guided to a gold-frame bed with Egyptian-cotton sheets.

All of which wasn't even the worse part as when she'd woken up, thankfully with her dress still on, she'd found the guy she'd been with burnt to a near unrecognisable pulp in the bathroom.

The cops had told her he was part of a drug-ring and that his death was most probably due to those shady activities. Though, not without mentioning that the method he'd been killed with seemed highly strange and cruel for an unimportant no-name thug.

She never failed to think about it each time she entered her own bathroom. Even though the tiles were shoddy and the lights were flickering like fireflies. Miles away from the modern architecture she'd witnessed stain with red on that day.

She shook her head as the water came pouring down upon her head.

Cold like always. Colder the longer she showered.

The hot-water bill another thing she couldn't be fucked to pay.

But she'd grown rather used to it now. Taking her time as she rubbed shampoo into her scalp. Rather thinking it was for the best as hot water would only fog on the walls and give her that rot problem she'd been fearing now that the bathroom fan had kicked the can.

But used to it or not, she didn't bother showering too long.

Getting out once her skin started going purple.

Padding herself dry with a rather scratchy cheap towel. She contemplated investing in something better than dollar-store laundry detergent and maybe some fabric softener. Before ridding herself of the ridiculous thought.

Better save the money.

Drying her hair. She looked down at her nipples and how they strutted like hardened little peaks searching for warmth. Thinking of how rich guys really liked sucking on them when they were like that. How they say they can tell she's going to be a good girl for them for being so sensitive under their hands.

Her eyes stung just a bit. But she stopped herself by digging her nails into her palms.

It would be too silly to cry about it.

The buzzard ringing through the apartment had her dropping the thought completely.

Confusion taking its place instead. Then the slight split-second burn in her chest at the thought of it being the landlord.

Though ridding herself of the notion once reminded what time of day it was.

"It's like- the middle of the night- Who the fuck-" She mumbled.

Leaving the bathroom and padding over to the door-phone. Picking it up.

"Hello?"

She had a fair idea of whom to expect.

Only people who knew where she lived where the girls. And she knew all too well how they weren't shy of dropping by late at night for a place to crash if their sleeping arrangements had failed to fall through.

"Hey... it's me."

But that wasn't a girl.

Her brows scrunched. Ears flexing upon the familiar boyish voice hiding in the pitch of the man he must have grown into.

Kachan?

"Bakugou?" She questioned. Her own voice barely reaching above a whisper.

"You' seen the news?" He asked shortly. Dismissing her question in favour of cutting right to the chase, though answering it all the same.

Her head buzzing from a number of things as she tried shaking herself out of the surprise of having him at her door. Before answering.

"Uhm- nah- I- uhm- just woke up-" She spoke into the phone before biting her lip in an effort to stop the words from further humiliating her.

She took a breath. Eyes squished closed while telling herself that there were plenty of reasons to sleep all day and wake up at the witching hour other than being a tragic loser who goes nightclubbing on weekdays.

She didn't need this in the midst of a hangover. She thought with an internal groan as she pinched her brow. Continuing to speak after a beat as he didn’t offer her miserable utterance any reply.

"So- uhm- why are you- what do you want?" She posed. Listening to him breathing.

Before gruff breath turned into words.

"Deku's out of prison."

The mention of his name had her wake up.

"He escaped Tartarus..."

She tensed. Gripping the phone a bit tighter. Eyes wide as she waited.

"I just-" The man paused for a moment. "I need to know you're safe."

Her brows scrunched and her eyes narrowed. A dull frown on her lips as she sobered up some more at the bitter taste his words left in her mouth.

Of course.

Good ol' Kachan and his superiority-complex and his inferiority-complex and his hero-complex and all the other bullshit cooped up in his entitled mind that makes him feel he has the right to be at her door in the middle of the night instead of following the proper protocol and alerting the right authority that she might be in potential danger because their shared childhood friend is a murderous maniac and he's just managed a prison-break.

"I know you don't want to see me, but-" He tried again upon the complete silence she offered.

"Ugh-" She sighed with a rust.

Rolling her eyes while pushing the other button beneath the speaker. Beeping him in.

"It's open. Third floor, apartment thirty-five. The elevator's broken. Try not to wake anyone on the way up."

Bakugou listened to her groggy voice feed him the information through the shitty intercom. Before grabbing and pulling the door open.

Finding the stairs. He began climbing each step as silently as his heavy combat boots would allow. Knocking once he reached her number.

She opened on the first meeting of his knuckles on the wood.

Still only wrapped in a towel. She peeked through the gap in the door the metal chain-lock separating them allowed. A chain they both knew he could easily blow through.

"Hey..." He spoke first.

"What makes you think he's coming here?" She jumped straight to it.

"A hunch." He answered. Frustrated with the conversation being held while he was still outside. Though not enough to invite himself in.

"A hunch?" She questioned. Obvious signs of irritation in her tone.

"You went to see him?" He asked. Once again ignoring her in favour of posing his own questions.

Interrogating her like usual.

And despite wanting to tell him that he had nothing to do with her life. Quite like she'd done the past years when he'd only been brazen enough to send text messages.

She paused instead. Looking away with pursed lips.

"He requested. I excepted." She put it simply, but couldn't refrain from biting her lip upon the memory of seeing him on the news.

His once look of childlike-wonder twisted into something crazed and maniacal alongside disturbing bloodied mangled mockeries of the human form.

"I- uhm...” She took another pause. “Needed to see..."

"Did you?" Bakugou asked without much hesitation.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and met his gaze again.

"I did..."

There was a pause.

"You think it's my fault, don't you?" The blonde on the other side of the door suddenly accused.

Though, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to the girl.

She just scoffed. Sighing as she rolled her eyes.

Typical Kachan to make it all about himself.

Throwing her head back. She took a moment before unlocking the door with another sigh. Leaving it open for the ash-blonde to enter.

Taking only a small moment to regret it once noticing the size of him.

He wasn't a meter tall brat on the playground anymore.

She left the door open for him. Turning around after one last glance at how much bigger he was in real life than what he looked on TV.

"I was the one that abandoned him..." She muttered. Surprising the blonde male.

Walking to another room out of his sight as he ducked to fit in through the doorframe.

He heard her opening a drawer then closing it. Before she came back out again in a large white tee nearly reaching farther down her thighs than the short pyjama bottoms she'd slipped on too.

It made him uncomfortable when the thought of it belonging to some guy crossed his mind. Before he got distracted by the notice of her not wearing any bra.

Probably no underwear either. Just a pair of pink bunny-slippers.

"Truth is, Bakugou, he's neither of our responsibility..." She told him absentmindedly. The same thing she'd been telling herself over the several weeks that had passed since she visited him at the prison.

Her hands busy rubbing her hair with the towel she'd thrown over her head.

"There was always something wrong with him-"

"Bakugou, huh?" He interrupted.

"Hm?" She tipped her head at him in askance after having thrown her towel over her bathroom door.

"I don't think I've ever heard you use that name." He said as he stepped out of his large black boots.

Indicating he planned on staying a little while before leaving again.

"We haven't spoken properly in... what?" She calculated. "Like- fifteen years, is it now?"

She seemed to be counting fingers.

"That time outweighs the time we were..." She hesitated. Looking at the tall blonde.

The word friend only barely came to mind. Along with the word bully and jerk and bastard and all other synonyms.

"Whatever..." She decided was a good a word as any.

"Stone cold, as always, aren't yah?" He observed.

"Mh." She murmured. Not offering more of a response. "Water?"

She picked up her glass from earlier. Turning the tap and filling it up.

"Sure." He took her offer and watched her brush passed him to open a shoddy drawer where several pill-tables were stored.

She grabbed one that looked close to empty and pushed two from their pockets. Throwing them in her mouth before following with chugging her glass.

Bakugou watched as she blew her cheeks full with mouthful after mouthful of her drink while swallowing. A quirk playing at the edge of his lips as he watched her fish for another cup for him in the cabinet. His yes glued to the droplet that trickled down her chin and chest and disappeared somewhere in her cleavage. Verifying his thought from before. That she was indeed not wearing any bra.

She didn't notice his stares however. Where she was much too busy trying to calm the slight burn of embarrassment she felt over her mismatched crockery. Handing him one of few glasses that weren't chipped or flaked.

Wanting to curse herself as she couldn't find the courage to even look up at him as he took the cup from her hand.

Feeling his large coarse fingers brush over hers briefly. Almost making her drop it to a shattered mess on the floor.

His smirk grew. Even though he tried suppressing it.

He couldn't help it.

She just looked so cute.

Just like she did back when they were kids.

Despite having some remnants of mascara around her eyes, and a swell of breasts and hips now.

She was still small in those areas he was big.

Small manicured hands and feet with pedicured toes wearing those cute fluffy pink slippers.

Those large doe-eyes and that cute little button-nose.

She looked much smaller up close he noted. When she was standing right next to him. Tiny and so very defenceless.

She really shouldn't be living alone.

She looked up at him after feeling him stare holes into her neck for a while. Feeling observed and suddenly a bit too naked to be standing so casually with a person that was now practically a mere stranger.

But Bakugou didn't seem too catch much of the discomfort she was putting across. Or he did, and was doing an excellent job at ignoring it.

Otherwise distracted with the shiny black slip discarded on the floor.

He lowered himself in a squat and picked the little black party dress up. Inspecting it and it's length. Or rather it’s lack of.

His eyebrows raised in judgement as he gave a flash of that sun-swallowing grin he used to toss at her when he'd find a new bug in the forest before chasing her around with it, barking out how he’d put it in her ear where it could lay its eggs and turn her brain to mush.

It was strange seeing it without the missing teeth, she thought.

"Late night?" He questioned. Teasing her before she managed snatching the article form his grip.

Balling it up between her fists and giving a small pout before deciding to joke a bit too.

"Nah, it's just a tea-towel." She blinked innocently. Before giggling and giving a tiny smile of her own. Her eyes sparkling at him.

And he was suddenly aware of his heart.

"You look good." He let slip.

Couldn't help himself when seeing her dimples pop.

"Yeah?" She smiled. Arching a brow at him in suspicion. Thinking he was having another jab at her. "Well, I feel like shit." She admitted.

Leaning against the sink while messaging her temples. Her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed.

"You should take better care of yourself." He stated.

But apparently it was the wrong thing to say.

Her eyes opened and looked at him unamusingly. Smile gone.

"Charming as ever, I see." She bit out.

"I'm just saying..." He started defending.

His voice set in that strict condescension so many guys feel as though they have the right to talk down to her with.

"Out all night drinking, smoking pot and fuck knows what else, sleeping all day, kitchen close to barren, not to mention your wardrobe-"

"Right." She stopped him. Visibly offended with the flicker of that old fire he'd been burned by so many years ago present like glowing embers in her eyes. "Quit acting like you can decipher my entire lifestyle from one skimpy club-dress on the floor, Sherlock." She snipped.

And he side-eyed the bong she'd left on the couch.

She followed his eyes and felt another pang of embarrassment at the sight of her equipment freshly splayed out from the night before.

"What?" She questioned sharply. Meeting his judgemental stare with a glare of her own.

Red-eyes once so childish and entitled, now so strangely mature.

"You gonna arrest me?"

Whereas she, evidently, still acted like a child.

"You'd be safer." He stated and she sharpened her eyes even harder at him while folding her arms. "But I wasn't planning on it."

"Cool. So how long before you leave?" Her voice had gone sour.

But he only chuckled at her behaviour. Loving the many trips down memory-lane all her little mannerisms where sending him on.

"You runnin' late for somethin'?"

His smirk was back.

And she felt something creep about her stomach that had her guts folding in all those nostalgic ways that told her he was up to no good.

"I thought we were catching up?" He asked. Putting his cup down before resting his palms against the counter as he leaned back on them.

Making no indication he was about to excuse himself.

"Quit acting like we're pals." She finally spit out. Feeling as though he'd long overstayed his welcome. "We were never even chummy to begin with-"

She halted in her building anger. Her brows furrowing.

"How did you even get my address-"

There was a crash to their side and she flinched like a spooked hare.

Her head snapping to the sound of whatever'd been knocked over in the living room.

But more importantly, what exactly had caused it.

Something stood in the shadowed corner of the room. Just behind her bedroom door.

A vase laid shattered on the floor. And a hand, a large hand, drummed strong, seemingly heavy, fingers on the countertop where it had previously stood.

"Oops..."

Another male voice had her gut wrench.

It'd been better if it were a stranger.

But she'd recognise that voice anywhere.

"Sorry to interrupt your reunion." He continued. "But I was feeling left out..."

Mites crawled across her back and she instantly felt her eyes pang with tears. Her throat tight and getting tighter. Leaving room for just one tiny trembling ask to slip her lips in hopes of being wrong.

"Izu?" Her voice bristled.

Frozen solid where she stood. She couldn't look away from those distinct green-glowing eyes floating in the dark.

"Sweetheart." It answered.

He took a step forward and her breath hitched as she shook with big eyes peeled like round saucers ahead at the dark shadow that seemed to triple for every step out of the darkness he took until the moonlight finally met him.

Not a poor snivelling quirkless twerp pushed around in the dirty sandlot anymore.

"Look at you..." He cheered. "So cute. In your little jammies."

She seemed to forget how to breathe the more she looked at him. Instinctively leaning towards the only source of safety.

"Bakugou-" She whispered. The name only barely audible, as far away and nearly lost in all her quivering as it was.

"Need help?" He asked nonchalantly. As though their homicidal childhood-friend hadn't just showed up for a surprise visit. "Thought you'd take a villain over a monster any day?"

Her brows furrowed.

"What-" Her attention turned to him briefly but was distracted by the bigger threat.

Drawn back to the green-haired male once he spoke up again.

"I believe those were the words." He affirmed. But she couldn't quite make her feelings settle enough to form thoughts about it.

Their build had grown threateningly similar, but Deku's voice still contrasted Kachan's. Sweet against gruff. Chilling and eerie against harsh and loud.

"Don't you remember, sweetie?" He continued. "Last time we were all together? When you went on and ruined everything?" Something in his voice altered and snapped accusingly and she flinched with it.

"You said you were done with us." The blond next to her clued in.

But she just couldn't spare the attention to focus on the malice in his voice.

"It made me hate you for so long." The male in front spoke again. "I had to get my hands dirty with other people just to get my mind off you."

He took another step forward.

More of him exposed in the pale moonlight.

Red stains splattered like a map on his white asylum-clothing. Some droplets going along the freckles on his face.

She stirred. Sick climbing up her pipes at the smell of sweet metal tainting the stale apartment air.

The scent of blood belonging to someone who was surely dead.

Green wild fluffy locks bounced as the man tilted his head to the side.

"I was afraid that if I stopped I wouldn't be able to help myself and I'd go hunt you down and rip you limb from limb just like how you tore my heart out."

A tear slipped down her cheek. Hot against her cold skin as she stood there frozen in place.

Breaths erratic. Shattering on intake and pushed out to make space again.

"But don't worry... your little visit had me feeling nostalgic."

She whimpered as another step was taken in her direction.

"Your pretty face on the opposite side of my window... that cute crinkle of worry between your brows... the little tear running down your cheek... your small palm on the glass wall... clutching the phone as you said such sweet little things right at my ear."

She'd been mourning the death of the boy she once knew and how his memory would haunt her for the rest of her life. How she'd abandoned a friend in need. How she'd aided in the creation of this mass-murderous monster who now stood in front of her.

"I was reminded of why I stayed away from you- Why I let myself get caught- Why I needed to protect you from myself and myself from you for a bit until I could forgive you for what you did to me."

"What you did to us." The other male cut in again.

But she wasn't given the time to address it, before another step was taken towards her.

"And my chat with Kachan cleared everything right up again." He said and her brows furrowed once again.

She trembled. Never having felt more unsafe than what she did at that moment. Standing in her own apartment with two lifelong childhood-friends.

"I don't want to kill you-" The intruder laughed.

His eyes wild as they looked down at her where she stared up at him quite like how'd she'd done when she'd gone and visited him on his behest.

Large eyes so wide in prayer at the complete mercy of the stone-cold world her unfortunate brittle quirkless soul was placed in.

"I love you." He stated.

His hands drowned with red as he laid them out flat in front of him, palms facing up.

"I want to love you."

She flinched.

Whole body stirred. Taken by instinct at the alarmingly manic adoration lacing his lovesick speech.

She tried once again latching to the only source of protection she had. Knowing she hadn't a chance of reaching the door in time without Deku reaching her first.

"Bakugou- do something-" She tried again. Thinking that perhaps with the hero tackling the villain, she might have a tiny shot at making it.

"You said you were better off with the villain." The blond replied bitterly. Still leaning with much too much rest and calm against her kitchen counter. Showing not a shred of worry. Almost as though ignoring the threat.

"Are you really picking right now to teach me a lesson!?" She tried scolding, but was unable to shed that sweet whimper caught in her voice.

"I want an apology." He said coldly. As though they had all the time in the world.

"Fine, I'm sorry." She bit out hastily. Her heart hammering to the point she almost couldn't feel anything else but the bleeding pumping pounding in her ears. Drumming in her fingertips. Strumming the ribs in her chest.

"That's not very convincing." He replied. Still seemingly completely detached from the trepidation she felt.

And she thought that it might have been because he, in all his cocky rights, had the situation under control enough to tease her a bit before saving the day like always.

But then Deku took yet another step and she lost it.

"Bakugou, please! I'm sorry! I was wrong, you are the next Almight!" She screeched. Turning to him with her misty eyes, despite her knees feeling like jelly.

"So you do remember?" He answered. Raising an eyebrow as he beheld her without much haste. "Not a complete braindead bimbo yet, huh?"

Mocking phrases repelled off her with ease after so many years living as a lesser human in others eyes.

She'd grown quite accustomed to begging when she had to.

Bowing her head, she laid her hands flat against the muscle of his crossed arms. Also because she was sure her knees would soon fail her completely.

"Yes! I'm sorry! You're better than Almight!" She started crying. "So please, help me!"

"Tch- that's a good enough apology to me." He grumbled.

A silent and toothless smirk crept up his face from where it'd laid playing in the corner of his mouth as he watched her cling to him for help and safety.

His hand groped the back of her head. Petting her locks for a moment. Before stopping with his next utterance.

"Now, Deku's turn."

She looked up front burying her face against his chest.

Tears on his shirt and spread on her cheeks. A puzzled crinkle between her brows, set above a pair of two dopey eyes misunderstanding what was happening around her.

"What?" She voiced weakly. "What's-"

"Aw, Quirkless, you never were too bright." Bakugou laughed. Scraping her cheek with his worn thumb as she still looked up at him with such pitifully confused eyes.

He took a second and looked to the other man. His smirk growing wider, to a sick point she could hardly even recognise him anymore.

"Who do you think helped him escape?"

A stillness befell her. As though everything took a moment to hold their breath. Before releasing a deeply unsettling shudder down her spine.

Suddenly she was struck with the dreadful feeling of being entirely alone.

"N- no-"

She shook her head as though glitching. Stumbling back.

But there was already someone there.

"How cute..." He commented.

His disturbing voice blowing right at her ear. Making her whip around to face him.

His bloodied hand wafting delicately over her cheek before she could push herself away from between the two of them.

Staggering away. With her heart in her mouth and her eyes round like a deer in headlights as she stared at the duo before her.

Equally tall, they stood like toppling towers.

"You're so small now..." Deku spoke with his head tilted at her. "Isn't she, Kachan?"

"Very." The blonde agreed. "Soft too, I bet."

Their eyes impossibly dark. Full of something... something that she just couldn't understand.

"Mmh, and warm..." Deku added. His emerald eyes jaded and drunken.

His hand reached out.

But her hand reached out too. Quick and desperate as she pulled a knife out of the knife-block standing on the kitchen-counter, slicing a minor cut on the fingers protruding towards her.

"Stay the fuck away!" She screeched. Putting both hands together to point the knife at the pair in front.

Deku watched his blood drip to the floor. Cracking a smile that was anything but sane.

"Still feisty though-" Bakugou commented. Watching her stand on knees so shaky she was only barely able to support the bloodied blade kept in her grip. "That's good."

Deku looked to her again. Pupils blown black with only a rim left of luminescent green.

Raising his hand towards his lips, he put his finger in his mouth. Sucking the cut along with whomever else's blood he had staining his hands.

"I wouldn't want it any other way.”

She grimaced.

"But, I do want my apology before we get started on the reunion." He added. Though, paused for another moment. "But... even before that-"

He looked down at himself. His hands smearing the still wet blots of blood further across his chest.

Clicking his tongue.

"I ought to do something with all this blood. It wouldn't feel right to stain you."

He gave her a quick look before turning to Bakugou.

"I'm going to go wash up. Grab her for me, Kachan?"

The man gave a grin back.

"Sure thing, Deku." He replied.

Already taking steps towards her while Deku disappeared into the bathroom.

"Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled.

Conjoined hands swishing the knife around in front of her. Not aiming at anything particular but the empty space of air separating her and the approaching ash-blonde.

Desperately trying to keep the distance.

"Careful." He commented while raising his hands and lowering himself with bent knees as he slowly stalked forward. "You might hurt yourself on that."

She sniffled and shivered.

"Why are you doing this?"

More hot tears streamed down her pitiful cheeks while her breathing just turned more and more erratic.

"Why?" He posed in return with a scoff. As though the question itself was stupid. "I miss you, Quirkless."

She swallowed. That same look of that eerie something growing in his eyes. The same look she'd spotted in Deku when she'd gone to visit him.

A spark of some sorts. Powder and fuse teased by friction. Just waiting to blow.

"You don't call." He criticised. "You don't write."

His voice rose. Eyes never once leaving her as he backed her up into the narrow space of the kitchen nook.

"You don't reach out at all!"

She flinched when he put his balled-up fist down hard on the counter. The punch making the drying utensils by the sink clatter as though they as well jumped with fear and huddled closer for comfort.

"You still haven't unblocked me and yet you go selling yourself to dickweeds on the street." He snarled and she almost lost hold of the knife with how much his menacing glare made her tremble.

There was a pause and another step, and his features softened to something else.

"If it's money you want, I have it." He offered. A somewhat hopeful look on his face. "I would've given you the world, if you'd just-"

He stopped himself again. Looking to Deku's blood on the floor and on the knife pointed at him.

"It's kinda fucked to admit but..." He started a new, the prior thought discarded.

Finding her eyes again.

"I dream of you- I see you everywhere I go- and I hear you-" He rambled. "Our last conversation..."

She gasped once her back hit the wall behind her. Leaning against it like it was the only thing able to hold her up as her knees grew more and more unsteady while the man in front drew closer.

"I want you to yell at me like that again." He confessed in a heated whisper. "It's my inspiration."

His eyes turned glossy as he spoke.

"I've been looking forward to this, you know?" He continued. "When I would finally confront you and show you how wrong you were."

He growled and she whimpered.

"You're insane." She cried weakly. Never having seen him like it.

"Oh yeah?" He smiled. His head cocking to the side as he beheld her with crazed eyes. "Who made me this way?"

She was about to lounge at him and take her only chances, but by that time Deku had finished up in the bathroom.

Standing just to the side in only the plush white sweatpants he'd arrived in. Bloodied asylum jumper discarded. Shirtless, now just intimidating scars on a ripped torso.

"Oh dear, we wouldn't want her hurting herself on that." He commented. Eyeing the knife still held in her hand. "Maybe it's better I take care of this, Kachan."

He didn't wait for a reply. Sending out unstable static tentacles of what looked like black tar as it leaped towards her with a speed she couldn't hope to match before it had tightly secured in a snug grip. Lifting her up off the floor and carrying her back to their master.

"No- Let go-" She protested as the knife was pulled from her grip and left her unarmed and tied with no chance of even throwing a measly little punch anymore.

"Don't fuss, little one... I want to hear my apology now." Deku lulled as he sat himself down in the couch, throwing his legs up on the seat.

Other vines not busy holding her steady making to lift the junk placed on the cushions away for Bakugou to follow and sit down next to him. Pulling her little bound shape onto his own lap to sit between his thighs and lie against his chest.

"Fuck you-" She cried. Desperately wiggling in attempt to free herself.

His hand ascending to hold your face to force her to look back at him as she tried twisting away.

"Don't be greedy..." He scolded. "We'll get to that... but my apology first."

A shudder ran down her spine upon his words. Brows trembling as she looked deep into his black pools ringed by green. Trying to spot any answers outside the one she knew already with the weight of his other hand squeezing her ass as he held her on his lap.

"I already got mine." Bakugou chimed in. His red eyes drowsy where he stood looking down her body. "So I'mma go on and start-"

He climbed up on the seat next to them. His knees sinking into the couch-cushion.

Then his rough and tough hands rubbing up the flesh of her thighs. He grabbed onto the cotton band of her short-shorts started to pull.

She yelped. Kicking at him. Struggling where she lied tight against Izuku's chest where he had his arms wrapped snug around her waist, resting his chin in the nook of her neck. His eyes endeared and amused while looking down at where Bakugou got kicked in the face by her flailing foot.

The blond groaned and rubbed his nose before grabbing her ankles with a growl.

"She's a fighter just like back in the day-" He commented with a sharp grin. Eyes wild.

"Aw... up against the number one hero and number one villain and you'll still try your chances?" Deku crooned. "You're so adorable."

An overwhelming wave of cries struck her with his words whispered against her ear. Stuck in his embrace with Kachan's face prying her thighs apart. His mouth puffing out warm breaths onto her naked unprotected sex.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry..." Deku murmured with a kiss on her cheek.

But his coos only made her cry harder.

And soon his tongue swiped up her cheek. Thick and warm and wet. Licking the salt up from her tear-soaked skin.

Katsuki's lips on her inner thigh. His scruff on her delicate skin, riding up to reach her cunt.

And suddenly there was too many tongues.

"No- stop-" She whined.

"Where's my apology?" Deku interrupted with yet another kiss against her cheek. Pulling her focus back to him.

She whimpered and shook in his brawny arms. So far away from their twig-like state back when they were kids. When she'd have to pull him along and help him catch up.

When she'd have to save him from Katsuki.

The man who currently sat on his knees with his head bowed between her thighs.

Deku kissed the corner of her mouth and Bakugou kissed her cunt and she shook her head with eyes pried shut until she burst.

"I'm sorry! Make him stop! Make him stop-"

"Sorry for what?" Deku ignored with a soft voice.

"For leaving!" She wailed.

Desperately trying to shuffle away from the wet attack the blond in front was waging between her legs.

"I shouldn't have-" She sobbed. "That was wrong of me- I'm sorry! Please make him stop!"

"Good. Forgiven." He said and smiled.

And Bakugou stopped.

"No need to dwell on the past when we have the present." Deku continued, simpering at Bakugou. "Right?"

Bakugou gave a wicked grin in return.

"You've never been wrong, Deku."

The man holding her down started moving at that. His arms lifting from their state of squeezing her waist to grabbing the hem of her loose T-shirt. Beginning to pull it off her.

She tried taking the opportunity to throw herself off the couch. But, didn't have a chance against the two men that quickly had her under reigns. Keeping her down, now fully nude.

"Mmh..." Deku took a tit in his warm palm and rubbed a nipple as she whined out another overwhelmed sob. "Now let's get started, shall we?"

Bakugou pulled back a hand from keeping her thighs apart. Producing his middle finger.

He tickled her opening and she jolted with another whimper.

"N-no-"

The blond ignored her. Forcing his finger inside.

She tensed and Deku sighed out a relaxed and comfortable murmur.

"It's been such a long time since we cuddled on a sleepover." He hummed with a soft smile. "But I won't give you any false hope." He began warning. "There won't be much time left for sleeping."

Bakugou jeered with a knifelike smirk carving his face. His red eyes set on her cute cunt squeezing around his knuckles.

"No- stop, please-" She stuttered. Trying to twist her way out of Deku's hug and away from the hand burying itself between her legs.

"Oh, come on..." Bakugou drawled cruelly.

His other hand having found her face. Squishing it with fingers digging into the plush of her bloated cheeks.

"Don't act like this isn't just another Tuesday for you."

Her lips quivered in his grasp. His face an inch away from hers. His breaths hot then cold on her teary skin.

"I've seen yah... in the club. Tossing your hair and giggling as you let shitheads grind on you." He whispered darkly.

His harsh eyes boring through her. Quite alike the finger he'd wormed inside her.

"Will you calm down if I stick a tip between you tits?"

His cruelty made her heart clench and she answered by kicking at him again. Her knee jolting and jabbing him in the groin, making him buckle over with a groan.

"Get off-" She growled.

But the uproar was swiftly stopped.

Bakugou's grip on her jaw tightened and she squeaked.

"Kick me again and I'll break your leg." He sneered in warning. Wild eyes looking manic with rage.

"Oh, Kachan, don't be so rough with her." The other male interjected. "You're scaring the poor thing." He mocked.

His tongue gliding up her throat as he gave a low chuckle.

"She's all goose-fleshed because of you." He accused. Kissing at her neck while she whined in disgust.

"What goes around comes back around." He stated. Stark red eyes glaring down at her and her tear-stained little face as he pumped his spit in and out of her cunt with his thick finger. Before squeezing another digit in along the first one.

Further stretching her out with a pained whine escaping her lips.

"This punishment is long overdue..."

His cruel words and cruel eyes and cruel touches all making her sniffle. Chest quaking.

"Don't listen to him." Deku cooed.

Nuzzling into her from behind. Squeezing her little body closer to his chest. His large hands fully cupping her breasts whilst rubbing his cheek against hers and whispering at the gloss of her teary lips.

"I'm sure if you relax for us, this'll feel more like us expressing gratitude over your gracious hospitality than any long grudge we're finally avenging."

Bakugou curled his digits and sent her further jolting once pushing his thumb down on her budding clit.

"Tch-" He scoffed out a cruelly amused laugh. "Afraid or nah..."

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across the bead beneath it and she couldn't stop the impulsive buck of her hips as she mewled beneath the man.

"She's dripping ready to take cock."

Swivel-eyes. Her heart skipped a beat before she could shake her head dramatically. Trying to wind her thighs shut.

Where in the new flurry of panic she begged the green-haired villain who she swore had the kindest of hearts only a few years ago.

"No- please, Izu- stop him, please- don't do this to me-" She sobbed.

But he didn't answer.

"What're you begging him for? Huh?" Bakugou growled.

Her chin kept between his coarse fingertips.

"He's just waiting his turn."

He glanced to Deku before his harsh gaze once again zeroed in on her and her hopeless glossy doe-eyes.

"Beg me instead." He demanded. "It's been so long since I've seen this little squishy face beg."

His eyes kept flickering to her lips and how they blubbered with tears. Looking so plush and plump and biteable. Licking his own lips, tasting her from before. Until he finally, with such surging intensity, locked onto her.

She squealed out a mumbled whine into him. Bakugou's stiff lips forcing themselves onto hers harshly. His tongue in her mouth.

"Please, Bakugou-" She tried once allowed air again, as the man moved to kiss her neck on the opposite side of where Deku was marking her up with love-bites.

"Nah, that's not what you call me." He answered. His voice gruff and lustful.

His fingers finally removing themselves from her hole. Beginning to pull loose his belt-buckle. Fighting with the button to his slacks and the zipper.

"Where's my pet-name, huh?" He requested. His other hand messaging the fat of her thigh as the other kept working to free himself.

His face buried in her neck. His hot breaths smeared on her skin along with small nibbling bites and suction.

His cock-head warm as she felt it bob upon her wet pussy.

"Please- Kachan- please don't..."

Bakugou was never one to listen to begging. She thought before blanking.

Coming to her senses with the rough bark of his voice again.

"Look at yah-" He laughed. "In the lap of a villain, getting fucked dumb by a monster!" He sneered into her tear-slicked face blinking softly up at him.

Showing her no ounce of mercy as he snapped his hips against her harsh and fast. Cock hard and seeking, blood-pumping and twitching for attention inside her.

His red eyes bloody and wide like a savage as he keenly watched out for her pained expressions and that pretty little choked moan that followed forced from her when he thrusted against her poor cervix again and again and again.

"Like a scene straight out’a hentai!" He snickered. "Guess that really does make you nothing but a dumb little bitch."

His face leaving no space between them. Pushed against hers. Forehead to forehead. Nose rubbing nose. Lips ghosting each other every time he rocked forward. Had himself sucking up all her sounds and her eating all his fucked-up and cruel words.

"Our little fuck-toy we finally learned how to share." He laughed again.

"Play nice, Kachan." Deku scolded and she was reminded of his presence again where he sat, still cradling her from behind.

Holding her close as though for support and comfort as the brute on top took and did what he wanted.

"She's too cute to be called such vile things..." He disagreed with another sickening kiss to her cheek. "If we're bad guys, wouldn't that make her our sweet little victim?"

Bakugou scoffed.

"She ain't no victim." He said and fucked harder. Enjoying how her eyes where soft as they continued to droop and blink and cross as though he'd fucked her into a state of complete submission. "She's getting what she deserves. What she fucking needs."

Deku made a noise as though thinking.

"Instead of fuck-toy, how about pet instead?"

Bakugou scoffed again, though this time with a laugh.

"Heh, yeah-" He agreed. "She does sound like a little kitten, moaning for me like that..."

Her hands had gone numb from their position of being bent behind her back. Still wrapped in Deku’s black whips.

The fight seemed to have drained from her. Her thoughts of escape diminished as though blanketed the more she was squeezed and sandwiched between the two muscled males.

Only the thought of holding out until they finished with her was left in her numbing head.

Along with the disgusting feeling of pleasure that tickled her lower stomach and seemed to fizzle with excitement in her thighs beneath where Bakugou’s strong hands had her spread wide for him.

"We should get her a pretty leash and collar." One of them said. But, their voices had more or less molded together. "Give her treats when she's been good and punish her when she's been bad."

"She's been bad a'right." The other replied and soon turned out was Bakugou.

His hand having dropped the fat of her thigh and gripped her face again. His fingers digging deep into the fat of her tear-soaked and stinging cheeks.

"Say it, pet. Say you're a bad girl." He spit and she hadn’t the will to spit back.

"I'm a bad girl."

It came out sweetly and softly, like it was someone completely different and not her.

But it was her all the same. Whilst she clenched tightly around the thing taking up space inside her.

"Mh fuck- say you're sorry." He groaned out. His head resting in the nook of her neck. His breath blowing on the wetness of her throat where her tears where beginning to dry.

"I'm sorry..."

Bakugou blew his load and his kisses turned sloppy against her neck and chest.

Panting with his entire body. Collapsed on her.

His sweat mingling with hers. Droplets dripping and running down their limbs as though chasing each other.

He pulled off her after a while. Still panting as he threw himself back against the other side of the sofa.

She heard Deku give a curt chuckle against her ear. And then the feeling of something stiff poking her back.

She was then easily lifted and sent into the other man's chest.

Now on her knees. With her face resting atop Bakugou's warm beating heart.

Feeling the man behind her shuffle forward. Not seeing him pull down his sweats, until the tops of his thighs hit the back of hers. And then the feeling of something large drag itself up between her already pummelled and prickly pussy-lips.

Bakugou's hot cum running down her thigh, as Deku's cock-head kissed her opening. Bathing in the slick.

And he didn't waste much time. Seeing she was already prepped and all. Hands held on her hips. He just started pushing.

"Ah- fuck-" She hissed. Her small hands grabbing and bawling up the fabric of Bakugou's shirt. "Please stop- please- break-"

"Aww, you wanna a break?" The man beneath simpered.

His chest fluttering at how she was clutching onto him. Her head pressed and hugging his pecks as she was rocked forward by Deku making himself comfortable with her from the back.

"Hah- can't handle nothing but rich pricks with their twig dicks?" He snickered, but the spite from before had disappeared. Now only sweetly condescending and strangely soothing.

A hand ascending from resting on the couch cushion to stroking the slick tresses of hair sticking to her cheek out away from her face, before continuing to pet smoothly over her head.

"Not used to being fucked by real men?" He continued.

And it was strange how he could talk down to her with such stone-cold callous words in that soft tone and treat her so gently while still doing something so ugly.

"Better get used to it.” The blonde continued in a murmur. Whispering to her as he caressed her to his chest. “You ain't ever fuckin' anyone else ever again."

The male behind gave a short chuckle as he bottomed-out deep inside what felt like having reached through to her throat.

"You make it sound like we're gonna kill her, Kachan." Deku chastised.

His hands gliding up her torso softly. Large hands holding her so steadily, squeezing her reassuringly.

"Don't worry, sweetie.” He purred. “No one's gonna hurt you anymore. We're here to keep you safe."

She twitched against Bakugou’s chest. The cock inside feeling as though pushed through her ribs as it pumped its load deep inside her womb.

Hot in her stomach before slumping out of her with a spew of mixed cum squelching from her hole as Deku pulled out.

Her small hands detaching from the shirt she’d been balling in her fists and she made to relax in a collapsed mess between the two. Feeling Deku rest his heavy chest down on her back.

All their heads in a cluster against the coach cushion.

Knocked from her senses in the emotional turmoil. She was exhausted and only a slip away form falling asleep.

Before a voice breached the restful peace of cohesive breaths calming down.

"You ready for round three, sweetie?"

Something twisted in her stomach where the words settled.

"It’s not a reunion without a double-d.”

"No-" She gave a sound of protest. Already panicked where weak hands laid down flat on the hard chest they had rested against. Beginning to lift despite being out of energy.

"Sh-sh-sh" Deku fussed. Collecting her brittle little arms into a neat cross behind her back. Keeping her in a bow.

"No- please, Izu. Kachan, please-" She pleaded, though it all stuck in her throat once Deku pushed through her sore walls yet again. The sound turning into a blubbered out wet moan instead, where half a cry laid hidden as she was too spent to produce such a thing as a wail.

"Shh Quirkless, calm down..." Bakugou joined in, halfheartedly cooing her. Whilst pushing in along Deku.

“Ah-” She gasped and hissed as they split her apart. Kept bent over in the perfect position for them to bottom-out together.

"Aw fuck-“ Bakugou moaned and tears spilled from her eyes and soaked his shirt. “This is how you properly apologise."

One was thicker. The other hit deeper.

And she couldn’t stop her cunt from sucking on the both of them each time they dragged through her walls with such overwhelming stimulating friction on their way to kiss her cervix deeply, filling her completely.

"We love you."

TIP-JAR

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sadistic yandere BAKUGO chasing down darling after she escapes (he lets her escape only to feel the thrill of chasing her down) plezzz!!

sadistic yandere ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dubcon/noncon, blood, kidnapping, trauma

BEAR-TRAP

“Oh, I get it-” He sang, hot breath licking her cheek where he had her trapped between himself and the door, his lips ghosting the shell of her ear.

She couldn’t see his knife-like smirk from where she stood with her back to him but felt as though she could hear it in his voice as he spoke. Every quip laced with sheer sarcasm, playful almost; sinister.

She’d escaped the bed when he was distracted, padded off while he was busy coming down from the high of emptying his balls inside her unwilling cunt.

He'd finally climbed off and rolled over onto his back, done fucking his cum back into her, his eyes scrunched closed in bliss, hanging onto the feeling of his sensitive drumming cock going limp, dewdrops sprinkled on his forehead, sweat dribbling down hard-muscled sand-colored skin as he hummed in satisfactory, small victorious smile present on his face with the taste of her sweet orgasm on his tongue, sucking harshly on his bottom lip.

Droning on about how they fit so well together, how her pretty tiny body was made for him, made for love-making, made for biting into.

But she knows he isn’t delusional, she can tell by the eerie smile that’s always present on his face.

But it’s scarier that way, knowing he knows what he’s doing, knowing he’s in full control as he makes her scream that she loves him.

Of course, he’d heard her, felt her leave the bed, allowed her to taste what few crumbs of hope would come of making it out into the hallway seemingly undetected. Following her with that knowing smile on his face, all the way to that door that can’t be opened without him.

Unless she was to saw his hand off first. Which was most likely to never happen. But he’d like to see her try.

“You wanna go outside and play?”

He placed his hand on the scanner and the door made a beep.

She didn’t dare try and open it though, not when he was breathing down her neck.

But it turned out she didn’t have to as Katsuki, like a true gentleman, went ahead and opened it for her.

And as the door slowly swung open, her hopeful thoughts made her eyes water, crafting images of crowded city streets, so sure in her assumptions, so sure in her assessment that luck wasn't as cruel to not have a single soul wandering about on the other side.

Her thoughts were only more secured once seeing the light of day spilling in through the crack of the frame, knowing people were alive and awake in the real world and only kept from her by the lock that was now opening.

The chirping of the fat city pigeons somehow being louder than passing cars, somehow louder than the bustling people walking about, and perhaps some part of her knew before she opened her eyes, some part of her knew by the serene smell of pine trees as opposed to the dank gasoline she was supposed to be smelling if they were indeed situated in the city and not in some suffocating, thick, dark, green forest.

“’m not sure you’ll like playing out here though…” He continued, the chuckle rumbling from his chest acting as the treacherous theme-song to her diminishing spirit, as she felt all her hope take its last breath, strangled in Bakugo’s chokehold. “But I’ll happily play wolf if you play rabbit.”

Her goosebumps were screaming at her to run, but she wasn't sure if her heart could take it, pumping so profusely, fighting for its life inside the fragile comfort of her ribcage.

“I mean, I enjoy a good hunt as much as the next per-”

She was gone before he could finish, having started in direct pursuit of the coverage in the trees.

It was unexpected, to say the least. He knew her to be a smart girl.

She couldn’t possibly think she could outrun him, did she?

No, that would be ridiculous, but desperation makes even the entirely sane lose their shit.

It broke his heart to watch her barrel straight towards certain doom, but only a little. And as he just said, he does enjoy hunting.

He decided to laugh instead, the shattering sound echoing throughout the woods like gunshots as she didn’t dare look back, only forward, refraining from ducking as small twig-like branches whipped at her face, ripping her cheeks to shreds.

“I’ll count to twenty!”

He cracked his knuckles before running them through his manic mane, eyes dead-set on where she’d disappeared through the foliage.

“One! Two! Three!”

She leaped over roots and rocks, blocking out the pain of having her bare feet jump and run on the gravel and barnacles and slippery mud to the best of her efforts.

“Ten! Eleven! Twelve!”

The tears had stopped stinging and every new slap to the face by the passing leaves became duller and duller, her body going numb as pushed forward with every ounce of her will.

But... she could still hear him counting, which could only mean she hadn’t at all gotten very far.

“Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen!”

She never heard him finish.

And despite that childish part of her who wanted to believe it was because she’d made it far enough away, the fearful realistic side of her knew what to blame it on, knew not to give in to wishful thinking, knew to fear, knew that the race was over long before she even took the first step, before she’d even left the bed, knew that the questions she ought to ask wasn't whether he was coming or if he was close, but whether she'll still be alive come dawn or not.

Her silly unasked questions were all answered abruptly.

Though, not by large arms wrapped around her, as she had imagined, nor in smoke and flame and burns as she had feared.

No…

The sensation pressured around her ankle, swift, yet slowing, sinking in deeper, digging into flesh and scraping against bone.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream, her knees soon scraping against gravel, the palm of her hands following shortly, face met with the cold mud as hot blood rushed out of freshly split skin, gushing and coating her entire leg and foot with stark staining red.

“You should try watching where you step, bun-bun.”

She only barely heard him, vision spotted and darkening quickly, fuzzy as she watched his large black heavy combat-boots sink into the red clay in front of her.

“Don’t move.”

She could only hum weakly as everything became blanketed, his voice giving way to echo in the lulling void of her mind, every sense telling her to give in to be being dragged into the comfort of dreamy drowning darkness.

She was shaking.

All of her.

Where he didn’t only see it and feel it against his calloused hands, handling her leg with purposeful pressure in means of keeping her lucid, but heard it in the spluttering breaths leaving her bloated red lips.

Finishing with wrapping bandages around the nasty bruising of her leg, he looked up at her from where he knelt.

Tears kept streaming down her face. However, slowly now and not in bubbling waterfalls like before when, in her delirious state of pain, she couldn't even tell up from down.

He stood, straightening himself, her head only reaching to his hips as she sat melted into the soft cushioned couch he’d placed her on, her eyes bleary and barely able to focus, skittering around hopelessly, though managing between rapidly blinking and zoning out at focusing on him, doing nothing as his bloodied hand grabbed her face, the touch surprisingly and thankfully gentle as he lightly stroked the tears away with his thumb.

And though it felt like sandpaper or even gravel against her swollen bloated cheek, she didn’t make to flinch away. Too tired to.

“Have you learned?”

Her nodding was unapparent at first, hiding amidst her quivering, but grew more visible and even violent, sporadically supported by her ongoing cries.

“Say it.” His voice was soft now, but that was somehow just worse.

Still supporting her head in the cup of his palm as he used his thumb to stroke her bottom lip, the salt of blood touching her tongue and making her mouth water, giving her a little kick.

Inhaling a shuddering breath, she hiccupped weakly, croaking as she spoke. “I’ve learned.”

“I’ve learned?” He pushed, a brow arched at her.

She whimpered, taking another long and labored breath. “I’ve learned, Bakugo.” His eyes shifted, and she realized her mistake before he could punish the act. “I’ve learned, Katsuki.”

His acknowledgment came in the shape of a low humming rumble. And a smile, eerily executed, shaking her to the very core.

Unsure of what would come next, with his thumb in her mouth and all, she was half-expecting to die at any moment, despite him just having gone to such lengths as to rinse out her wound and bandage them up.

But, he seemed like the type who enjoyed playing with his food.

Maybe being the type to play house with his prey as well. Showering them, dressing and dolling them up, giving them kisses and food, hugging them throughout the night, having them scream his name while filling them up with hot leaking cum. And trick them into running straight towards a bear-trap.

He dipped his knee into the space between her thighs, resting his weight onto the couch as well, inching so close she grew weary that there wouldn't be enough air to support her struggling chest, feeling as though she might just choke. Where for each time she recoiled back or tried to widen the space just a smidge by shifting on the pillowy surface of the couch-cushion she was stuck to, she received shooting pains from her leg, wishing for it to simply fall off, wherein its absence perhaps she could find better peace.

In the end, she quit moving altogether, letting him nudge and massage and play with his knee up against her scared little clothed cunt.

Not as if her movements meant anything to him anyway. He simply inched in closer, quite enjoying her weak efforts and how quickly she was to abandon them.

He was expecting her to twist away or shake her head free of his thumb, where it still currently played with the wetness of her tongue, being sure he tasted like blood, her blood, given that it stained his hands like a second skin. She could at the very least bite down on it just a bit, make him pinch her cheek as a punishment.

But she managed to resist, obediently letting him guide her head back to rest on the couch cushions behind her, blinking ever so adorably when his hot breath fanned over her face.

Neither did she close her mouth when he finally removed his thumb, as though she knew something else would replace it very soon.

“I guess I ain’t gotta worry about you running off no more.” He commented, words whispered upon her lips, his eyes on her lips as well. “With that ankle, you won’t be getting very far.”

He couldn’t help but move his hand to her throat and squeeze a bit when he forced his lips onto hers, savoring the delicious little yelp she gave with hungry teeth as he devoured, biting down on her lip to earn even more of those heavenly whimpers.

His lips derailed, kissing at the corner of her mouth, up to her temple, hunching over her small shape, allowing for some space to separate them to give her just a smidge of that hope she’d lost.

“Look on the bright side...” He whispered, and all she could do was look into his bleeding red eyes. “At least you won’t have to wear the ankle-cuff anymore.”

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