lordmypantsaresocool

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Using Ushi as model for anatomy practice 😤😤

[lordmypantsaresocool]

kirishima x bakugou x f!reader

summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.

a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.

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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasn’t your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, he’s looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but you’re not listening, you’re too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you. 

“Hey, hey y/n!” Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you. 

“Hi.” You say. 

“Do you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?” He grins at you. “You’re a transfer, right? 

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Don’t worry about the project, I’ll just do it. I don’t mind.” He blinks at you. 

“No, uh, no way,” He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. “I can’t letcha do that, I promise I won’t hold you back.” You swallow nervously. 

“It’s really fine.” You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, I won’t be that bad.” He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. “Sorry, I just,” he withdraws his hand, “Let’s get coffee if you don’t have class? On me.” You tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh, um sure.” He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista, 

“Whaddya want, I’ll order for you.” 

“Just a latte.” You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you. 

“She’ll have a latte, and I’ll have a Caramel Frappucino.” He says, smiling gently at you. “Let’s grab a booth, it’ll be quieter.” You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. He’s right, it’s a little quieter in the booth. “Do you have any ideas?” 

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ears. “I was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.” He blinks at you. 

“Yeah, uh, okay, let’s do that.” You sigh. 

“Just let me do it.” 

“No, no,” he says quickly, “I’m a little behind in the reading, that’s all, I’ll catch up and then I’ll understand. Let’s look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.” You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures. 

“This is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.” He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds. 

“Oh shit, is she dead?” You swallow. 

“Yeah, of course, she is, she’s Ophelia.” He looks sheepish. “From Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.” He looks even more sheepish. 

“Uh, okay.” He puts his palms up. “Tell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.” 

“Frankly that’s more honor than I expected from you.” He laughs, touching the back of his neck. 

“Jeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He’s oozing sincerity. You don’t trust it. 

“Okay.” He raises his eyebrows and then straightens. 

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I’m gonna prove it.” He looks down at the textbook. “Okay, she’s dead, keep explaining.” 

“So she’s dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and it’s considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.” 

“Ooh,” Kirishima takes his phone out. “Let me google it. What’s it from again?” You smile nervously. 

“It’s Lady Gertrude’s speech, from Hamlet.” He squints at his screen. 

“Wait, what language is this in?” You laugh a little despite yourself. 

“English,” you say, “give it here, I’ll demonstrate.” He hands you his phone, it’s cool and heavy in your hands. “No case?” 

“I don’t drop things.” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely. 

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,” your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what you’re saying. “When down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,” He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, there’s something almost sensual about the music of your words. “Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,” Kirishima’s breath hitches in his throat. 

“Oh,” he interrupts you, “Oh I get it.” You nod. “Wait but please don’t stop.” He begs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Go on.” You give him a small smile. 

“Or like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be

till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.” He sighs with happiness. 

“Wow.” He breathes. “Reading Shakespeare doesn’t feel like that.” 

“That’s because he wrote plays,” you explain, “And plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.” He nods vigorously. 

“That makes so much sense!” He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table. 

“Oi, shitty hair!” Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. “And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima chastizes. “You can’t snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.” He shakes his head. “Y/n, I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend.” You blink in surprise. “Yeah, we’re both bi.” He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. “Y/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.” He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open. 

“That Ophelia?” He asks you and you nod. “So you were reading him Lady Gertrude’s speech.” You blink at him. “Yeah, we’re not all fuckin’ idiots.” He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. “But go ahead, I want to hear it.” 

“Oh um,” your face burns. “I was done. I mean it’s a short passage.” 

“Something else then,” he grins, “I like to watch him struggle.” Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone. 

“Shitty hair we’ll give you somethin’ easy, just tell us what this means.” 

“Why can’t you read it?” You say a little annoyed and he grins. 

“You’ll see.” He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you. 

“Oh.” You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherine’s monologue. “You want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?” 

“What?” Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like he’s about to speak but you cut him off. 

“Kirishima look at me.” He does. “This was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?” Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou. 

“Shitty hair?” Bakugou growls. “Skippin’ out on the reading, huh?” You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands. 

“Wait,” you stop and look at him, you’d already stood to make your escape. “Please help me study, please help me catch up.” He eyes Bakugou. “He’s the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldn’t be.” You sigh. 

“Kirishima, we’re not even friends.” You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,” he eyes you, “What’s your deal? You’re a transfer, right?” Your hands shake a little as you respond. 

“Yep.” It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugou’s eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little. 

“Please.” Kirishima says, taking a step forward. “I’ll do something for you, anything.” You sigh, looking away. “I’ll introduce you to all our friends!” he offers. “You don’t know anyone, right?” 

“And I like it that way.” You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. “I’ll tutor you, though,” you offer, “On one condition.” Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. “I will make every decision about this project.”  

“That’s fine!” He says brightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Bakugou clears his throat, you’re still holding his phone. 

“Actually,” you say, “This is an ok place to start.” You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head. 

“Read it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.” You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk. 

“Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.” You say, not sure where to look. 

“Ok, so don’t question your boss.” Kirishima says, “Got it.” 

“Not quite.” You say. “Very sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.” Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend. 

“Try again.” He motions for you to continue. 

“It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.” 

“Oh.” Kirishima says. “This is about, uh, like, when women aren’t sweet they’re ugly?” You nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, that’s as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought that’s being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain that’s broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.” Kirishima’s brow furrows. 

“I don’t like this. I love it when women aren’t sweet.” Then he smiles at you. “‘Course, if they wanna be, that’s fine by me.” You hand Bakugou his phone back. 

“I’m finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.” You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. “I’m free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.”  

_______

On Friday night, you’re curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima. 

Kirishima: hey! We’re having a movie night. Wanna come over?

You: I’m good, thanks 

Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?

You: watching Jane the Virgin

Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session

You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone it’s fine 

You toss your phone aside, ignoring it’s incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. There’s a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top. 

“Hey,” There’s a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You don’t recognize him. “I’m Shindou, your next door neighbor.” You shrug. 

“Hi, can I help you?” You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair.. 

“Can I come in?” He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head. 

“No thanks,” you lean against the doorframe. “What’s up?” He takes a step near you. 

“You can um,” he says, smiling sheepishly, “I was hoping I could come in.”  He’s swaying a little. 

“Nope,” you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.

“I would like you to leave.” You say, with as much firmness as you can muster. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He says, smiling, “Come on, don’t be a bitch about this,” 

“Don’t be a bitch about what?” A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.

“Just leave.” You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull  him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall. 

“Walk it the fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. “Text Kirishima back. You’re hurting his feelings.” He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. “Oh shit, don’t fuckin’ cry.” Your hands shake, hard. 

“W-what are you doing in my building?” You ask. He blinks at you. 

“I live here.” He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. “That guys an asshole. Stay away from him.” You nod and he sighs, looking away. “Fine.” He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything he’s wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, or shut up or somethin’, okay?” You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. “Come on. Movie night.” 

“I don’t-” 

“Did that sound like a fuckin’ invitation to you?” He snarls. “Because I meant it like a goddamn order.” You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes. 

“Gonna uh,” he says, “Gonna put pants on?” You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. “Come on then, we don’t have all damn night.” You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. There’s a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishima’s face lights up. 

“You came!” He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug. 

“Some fuckin’ asshole tried to barge into her room.” Bakugou growls. “Dick.” Kirishima’s eyes widen. 

“Who?” He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“Shindo, who the fuck else?” Kirishima’s jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie. 

“Hey! This is y/n. She’s really nice so try not to scare her off.” They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. “She’s a transfer.” They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed. 

“Hey,” He says quietly. “Did you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?” You blink at him. 

“Um I didn’t read them.” you confess. “I just, people make me so nervous.” He nods. 

“I can tell.” He looks away. “I was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, I’ve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.” 

“You’re drunk.” You say and he shrugs. 

“Catch up.” You hit him lightly on the back of the head, 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He laughs and slips an arm around you. 

“We have an understanding.” He leans over, “And honestly I think he likes you too.” You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that you’re flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denki’s fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. “Can I get you another drink?” You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. “Hey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?” Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. You’d almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.

“What? You don’t need more to drink.” He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it. 

“This is basically just juice!” You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“I said you don’t need any more to drink.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,” he eyes the cup, “And just get you both water.” Kirishima’s hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.” You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.

“You should be nicer to him.” Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishima’s hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. “He calls the shots around here, baby.” He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath. 

Bakugou’s lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other. 

“She’s so wet.” He whispers. “When’s the last time anyone touched you, baby?” He coos. Of course you don’t answer, you can’t, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugou’s lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soft.” He says into your mouth. “Gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. “Nice tits.” He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima warns, and it’s true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles. 

“Nah, she doesn’t need it yet.” He moves back up into your eyeline. “In case you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re not allowed to cum yet, got it.” You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. “I wanna see you fuckin’ cry for it.” You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugou’s muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. “C’mon bitch.” He growls. “I said I wanted to see you cry.” Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos. “She wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re doing so well, baby.” Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that you’re forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, you’ll do anything, you’re desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair. 

“Harder.” Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think he’s talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. “You look fucking pathetic.” He snarls. “What would you give me, to cum, right now?” 

“Anything.” You breathe, eyes watering. “Anything you wanted.” He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, can’t here. “Then cum for me, bitch.” You release the coil you’d been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. You’re vaguely aware, on some level, of how you’re gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,

“Shit, she clenches so hard when she cums.” Kirishima breathes. Bakugou’s mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears you’re on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. “Is your room empty, baby?” Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. “Should we go there?” You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs. 

“Wait!” Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.” He says, shaking his head. They walk down to  your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold. 

“This is so cute!” Kirishima coos. “You know I’ve had a crush on you all semester.” He smoothes out  your baby blue comforter. “It’s not exactly how I’ve imagined it, but it’s so you.” Bakugou deposits you on the bed. 

“Knew there was a reason you had no fuckin’ clue what was happening in that class.” He looks at you. “When you can talk again he’s gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,” he taps your forehead, “up permanently.”  Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. “But if you’re not talkin’ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.” You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt. 

“You uh,” you look at Kirishima. “You like me?” 

“I may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.” You giggle. 

“Oi, sorry,” Bakugou snaps. “I meant suck my fuckin’ dick.” You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. “Crawl.” He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging. 

“She’s really so good,” Kirishima coos, “I knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?” You barely hear him, Bakugou’s taken his dick out of his pants and there’s no other word for it, it’s pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum. 

“Yeah.” You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans. 

“Fuck, yeah princess, just like that,” He catches your eyes, “Love the way your lips look on my fat fuckin’ cock, look up at me, like that.” He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. “What are you waiting for, shitty hair?” He growls. “Just gonna watch?” Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugou’s hands, tangled in your hair, “Awww,” Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, “You were waiting for permission, like a good boy.” Kirishima nods. 

“Y-yes, sir.” He says. 

“Take her shorts off.” Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.” You lovinging flick  your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,” He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, “I will stop. Understand?” You nod. “Say it.” He says gruffly. 

“I understand.” You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger. 

“Get back to work.” He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. 

“She’s so wet,” Kirishima moans, ‘Can, can I please fuck her, please?” Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head. 

“Have you been a good fuckin’ boy?” He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. “Hmmm,” Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. “What do you think,” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, “Want him to fuck you?” You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. He’s so big, the biggest you’ve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. He’s pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou. 

“I-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?” You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugou’s dick twitches in front of your face. 

“He can go slow, for you,” Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Make sure she’s prepped dumbass.” He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugou’s cock but he catches your face. “I wanna watch you take it.” He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time it’s impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Kirishima says harshly, “She got even tighter when you did that,” he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair. 

“Take it, bitch,” He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as  you gag, “Fuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?” He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. “You like gettin’ fuckin’ spitroasted like some dirty fuckin’ whore, huh?” There’s no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in  your chair. “Good girl,” he breathes while you gag and sputter, “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sighs heavily. “You look so good like this, daddy’s desperate little slut, arentcha?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You say with the first lungful of sweet air you’re able to get. “Oh god,” you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that you’re down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, “K-kirishima,” you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly. 

“So what, he’s daddy and I’m Kirishima?” 

“Sounds right to me.” Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. “Do you want to cum again, bitch?” He asks and you nod vigourously. “Use your words.” He snaps. 

“Yes, daddy, wanna cum please.” You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks and you nod without thinking. 

“Please, please let me, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want I-” The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you. 

“So fuckin’ eager to please,” He taunts, “You wanna be a good girl so badly, don’t you, just wanna be daddy’s good slut?” 

“F-fuck.” Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, “She got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,” he begs, 

“You like when I tell you you’re a slut huh?” Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, “You look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.” Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and  you keen, “You can cum, cocksleeve.” Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob. 

“I’m close.” Kirishima whines, “Where should I-” 

“On her.” Bakugou says. “I wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.” You look up at that. “That’s right, baby, you’re my fucking bitch now.” Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to  you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “You look so good all fucked out.” He says. “Don’t move, dumbasses.” He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima. 

“Hi.” You say very quietly. He smiles at you. 

“You okay?” You nod. “We’ll take good care of you.” He coos, “Aftercare is important. He’s right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.” He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. “Such a good girl!” You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you. 

“C’mere.” He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands. 

“Good girl.” Bakugou says gruffly. “Gonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?” You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking. 

“You might have a limp tomorrow.” He says brightly. “But maybe not! Not everyone does.” Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness. 

“That better not have broken your shit, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. “You got a case for your shit yet?” Kirishima freezes. 

“Oh fuck,” he yawns, “Oops. Set an alarm for me?” Bakugou nods. “You okay?” Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing  your face. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “Tired.” 

“Go to sleep.” Bakugou says. “Both of you. It’s late as fuck.” You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable. 

It’s much, much later when you stir. You’re sleeping on top of Bakugou’s chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriend’s neck. There’s a knocking at your door. 

“Hey,” you hear, “Hey, you up, I know you’re in there.” You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm. 

“Someone’s here?” You whisper. “I don’t know.” Kirishima gets up  and rubs his eyes. 

“I’ll check it out.” He opens the door in his boxers. “Oh, hey Shindo?” 

“I-is, y/n there?” Kirishima grins. 

“Yeah, but it’s 3AM. She’s real tired, if you get my drift.”

“Fuck you.” Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishima’s face, he bursts out laughing. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. “Do you know what goddamn time it is?” He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. “She’s gotta tutor you tomorrow.” Kirishima sighs with happiness. 

“Then we gotta take her on a real date.” You open your eyes. “Wanna go to olive garden?” 

“No.” You and Bakugou say at the same time. “Go the fuck to sleep!” 

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This, has been living rent free in my brain for the past two months, so here it this this small, messy and unedited image:

You have a quiet, peaceful life. Far enough from the bustling, restless life of the city, yet close enough for shopping trips.

You own a cottage, which your parents helped to build, and with time you managed to reach the dark, earthly aesthetic you liked.

You work from home, and not being controlled, under pressure from your supervisors was definitely one of the perks of your current job. Only downside were the meetings, but you could manage those seeing as they were pretty rare. You’re not necessarily someone who cares about achievements on the professional life, but focused more on your hobbies, likes, and self-care. So, the lifestyle you have now, it’s just perfect, you are happy, living without worries, a stable job, a decent income, and enough time to do things you truly enjoy. Your care regarding the world outside your cottage was nonexistent. It’s just you, your hobbies, and your plants.

Across you, lives Bakugou, but you don’t know, nor do you particularly care about your neighbors in general. However, you do manage to catch his attention, even if at first is only because he thinks you’re weird as fuck.

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not to be rude but some of y'all need to look on the bright side sometimes. like, yeah sure the world is fucked and people suck and we all die whatever, sure, but like. go outside.

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Under My Thumb

       The castle hummed with the sounds of revelry, corridors hung with streamers and banners of every color. Festivities had bourne on dawn through dusk for days now, the people rejoicing a long-awaited victory.

       And through the celebration cut the harsh rhythm of clacking chains, iron notes echoing through the stone halls in the wake of their prisoner.

       Cautious guards flanked the long corridor at regular intervals, each ready to protect the man seated on the raised dais at the end of the hall. In a high-backed hand-crafted throne of gold sat HIs Majesty King Katsuki Bakugo, head held high with pride as he awaited the arrival of his prisoner. His right arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder, proof of the long, harrowing battle only three days before. A tough struggle between the King’s armies and powerful armored beasts of fire and myth.

       Dragons.

       Katsuki grinned, his composure slipping for a mere moment, revealing his excitement. He’d waged war against a half-dozen of the most feared creatures in the world and won.

       The prisoner came into better light then, dragging his chains behind him. Bright red hair hung down past his chin, falling across bare broad shoulders and flushed suntanned skin. Though he certainly didn’t look the part, he carried himself with a pride unbefitting a prisoner. His build was a strangely elegant mix of stocky muscles compacted onto gangly limbs, but every movement rippled with strength and power. He looked up, his hair shifting to reveal shining ruby irises and a scarred right eye, but he smiled when his gaze met his captor’s, thin lips parting to show off sharp white teeth. He was nearly bare from the warst up, his legs nearly as so.

       The kingdom had learned a great deal about dragons in the three days since their capture, first and foremost being their ability to retain human forms. Katsuki, of course, suspected this could mean a great many scaled beasts hid amongst his human kin, but there was very little he could do about it. Second, was that they were easily fascinated by any shiny object, the only exceptions being the gems they wore themselves. Katsuki conceded that the redhead before him now may have chosen to dress so bare on account that the thick rings of gold rising up his throat and forearms offered cover enough for such an animal.

       The chains stiffened, clattered, and then stopped all together as the prisoner came to an abrupt halt before the dais. The king tilted his head to the side, covering his fascination with a veil of cool indifference. The dragon was surprisingly attractive, and a giddy tremor rolled through Katsuki with the knowledge that the dragon was his. His to control. To command. To conquer. No other king before him had ever boasted dragons among their forces, and Katsuki was admittedly eager to be the first.

       Though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when the beast before him bowed his head without question. “Your Majesty.”

       Third revelation: They spoke perfect Japanese.

       Katsuki’s grip tightened on the arm of his throne. That voice should not have done things to him like it did, no matter home low and mysterious. And why did he sound so friendly?

       "I was not expecting my audience to be granted so quickly,“ the dragon continued, thankfully oblivious. "His Majesty must have been bored.”

       Katsuki sneered. “It is not in your interests to make assumptions of me, dragon. Why make the request at all? Surely you realize you are in no position to bargain or demand.”

       "Surely,“ he agreed. "However, this dragon wonders if His Majesty knows the power he has gained.”

       The king stood, marching down the dais, pretending to be unaware of the way his guards stiffened at his impulse. “I conquered a half-dozen dragons. I would be an idiot not to realize that I hold some of the most powerful creatures in the world in my dungeons. If you’ve come to offer your obedience, dragon, I own you. Your obedience will come in time.”

       He didn’t miss the way the dragon’s gaze flicked over him as he moved. A thick pink tongue ran over the sharp teeth as Kastuki spoke, and Katsuki was forced to entertain the possibility that the dragon wanted to eat him.

       Said dragon smirked. “That is what Your Majesty doesn’t understand. A dragon’s tamer is his master. Your Majesty needn’t waste time fighting for a power he possesses.”

       "Con you not speak in riddles?“ Katsuki growled, rubbing his temples. "Or are dragons mindreaders as well?”

       The dragon’s smirk fell, an indication that he didn’t share the king’s sense of humor or sarcasm. “My kin do not read minds. We sense emotion and desires, but thoughts themselves are barred to us.”

       That was new information. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. Dragons loved their secrets, and while they were notorious liars, they didn’t bluff, so for this redheaded idiot to reveal a secret of his species so easily was… concerning. “Then explain in terms my human ears can understand.”

       "My ilk are proud,“ the dragon sighed with a shrug. "We take what we want, by force if not fear. When faced with opposition, we conquer. However, you, Your Majesty–when faced against you, we fell. In a formal battle of steel and claws, our instincts demand we serve the hand that forced us to kneel. Your Majesty felled us each by hand. Your Majesty, and not your men. As you said, Your Majesty owns us. You possess our obedience now.”

       Katsuki blinked at this onslaught. That had almost sounded like a pledge of loyalty, but dragons didn’t do that. Dragons fought tooth and nail, they didn’t rollover and–what was this? Not playing dead, certainly. He was almost asking for belly rubs. “Why tell me this?”

       "Bonds are earned by force and can be broken by force,“ the dragon added. "By keeping us chained, Your Majesty runs the risk of our escape.”

       "And this severs you instinct, or whatever?“

       "Indeed. Free us yourself and it does not.”

       "So I ask again: Why tell me this?“ Katsuki demanded, stepping closer. "Why not keep it to yourself and break the chains? Why give me the details that keep you prisoner?”

       "Ah.“ The dragon shifted on his feet, his skin flushing a darker shade of red, and Katsuki realized pale, splotchy pink was probably not a natural skin tone, even for his kind. "I may have… different motives.”

       "Then tell me, dragon,“ Katsuki rolled his eyes. "What motives? What do you want from me?’

       "To please you,” he confessed. Quiet. Embarrassed. The way his eyes flicked over Katsuki again was something less than innocent, and Katsuki wondered if he had misread the earlier hunger. “I want to obey and serve, in any way His Majesty wishes of me.”

       Katsuki reached forward and snagged the beast under his chin, watching as his pupils narrowed to slits and the dragon sucked in a baited breath. Katsuki’s guards were anxious now, all too aware that no amount of chains could stop the dragon from killing the king if he truly wanted to.

       Katsuki didn’t care. “Careful, dragon,” the king warned. “It almost sounds as though you are offering to become my slave.”

       The dragon perked; that seemed to be exactly what he’d been offering. Head tilted to the side, he smirked, once again showing off dangerously sharp teeth. “Do I excite you, Your Majesty?”

       If the tenseness in the king’s trousers were any indication, yes.

       Katsuki remained quiet, holding out an open palm to one of the guards. After a moment of hesitation, they supplied him with the key to the dragon’s restraints. “What is your name, beast?”

       The dragon whined before answering, the sound long and keening. “Eijiro Kirishima, Majesty.”

       Katsuki slipped the key into his pocket and yanked roughly on the chains to pull the beast off balance. “What kind of fool would I be to turn away to opportunity to dominate the most feared creature in the land?”

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓

(part one)

(part two)

pairing: king!bakugo x fem!reader

genre: slowburn, royalty au, strangers to lovers to haters, angst, smut

summary: bakugo doesn't know what to do now that his fiance, or better yet, ex-fiance left him to go to his rival kingdom. he's told to go calm himself down, take a few days off to release his stress. it's unfortunate, really, that he had to go get himself lost. a true shame until he stumbles into you.

warnings: mentions of past trauma, throwing up, angst, smut (all characters are aged up to their twenties), fingering (fem. receiving), blowjobs, heavy making out, mdni 18+

note: reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

word count: 10k

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"All these fuckin' trees and not a single bit of fuckin' water..."

The hair on your neck stood up, heart stopping at the voice. You carefully put the bowl in your hands down as you looked around, grateful for the wall of rocks that hid you from anybody walking underneath.

It wasn't one you had heard before, laced with obvious frustration, gruffing as the male trudged along the muddy road of the mossy forest.

Despite all the alarms going off in your head to run, your curiosity peaked as you caught a glimpse of him through the slice of boulders, a glittering of blonde hair that shined whenever it was hit was a streak of light.

The man swung his sword as he got deeper and deeper into the heart of your home, the fur coat on his back surely offering him only heat as he moved slower and slower with each swing.

Had he come to kill you?

You popped your head around the rocks, matching his footsteps with yours as you followed him, careful to make sure there were no twigs as you took a step.

You heard him mumble some things under his breath, grunting as he stopped, his hands on his knees as he heaved, chest heavy as he rested.

You waited for him to start his journey again, curious to see where he was going, only for him to stumble to his feet, the weapon in his hand clattering to the side as he fell.

After a couple of minutes you realized that he wasn't getting up, and even when you crunched some leaves under your fingers to get a reaction out of him, he lay silently.

Looking around, you saw that there was nobody else near him, and counted all your blessings as you made your way down from your little alcove, stopping a couple of feet away from him as you saw him more closely.

He was well built, hair as blonde as the woven silk your mother used to make, and could easily couple over you if needed.

With that in mind, you nudged his shoulder with your shoes, once, twice, and then for a final time to see that he didn't move.

You crouched down to his face, prodding it over to see it flushing a deep red, forehead lined with sweat as his skin grew hotter underneath your fingers.

You could leave him here, ensure your safety as you went back to your little house,

But looking back and forth to the lake you knew wasn't far from here, you stuttered, quickly gnawing on your lips as you decided.

After some seconds of internal debating, you stomped your feet on the ground, praying to any god up there that you were doing the right thing as you put one of his arms around your shoulder, almost falling over as you tried to lift him, slowly doing your best to get him to water.

---

Bakugo woke up with his eyes snapping open, looking widely around as he felt himself up to his chest submerged in water.

He jumped to his feet, stumbling a bit as he saw his clothing neatly folded to his side, all his different pieces of jewelry and weaponry laid next to it as if somebody had put it there.

He sure as hell knew he didn't fold any of his things, nor take his necklaces off when he bathed.

He noted that he was in a small lake, nothing big enough nor deep that he would notice it beforehand, but cool enough that it saved him from the exhaustion he was feeling earlier.

His hands clenched, eyes narrowing as he looked around for somebody, anybody to guess who had done this, yet he didn't need to think long on it as the person in question thudded to a stop seeing that he was awake.

The two of you stared at each other in silence, and you couldn't do anything as you saw a flash of color whizzing towards you, your back instantly hitting the ground as your head thudded off the rough dirt path, a groan of pain emitting from your lips, and your eyes widened in fear as a sturdy hand wrapped around your neck like viscous python.

"Who are you?" He snarled, eyes a deep red as his teeth bared themselves to you, furry taking over his features as he looked deep into your eyes, the fingers around your throat growing tighter as you struggled for an answer.

"Y-y/n," You choked out, "I mean no h-harm," Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, hands struggling to scratch at his, his weight doing more damage as it weighed you down.

You felt his hand loosen, but his grip was still there, finger threatening to dig deeper into your skin if you didn't answer his questions.

"Were you the one that stripped me fuckin' naked?" He gritted out, cocking his chin to his clothes, and you feebly nodded.

You knew this was a bad idea. You should have left him for the crows.

"You passed out," You whispered heavily, "I tried to help."

The man paused, lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at you longer, hand still at the back of your throat as he thought about what to do with you.

After some time he removed himself from you, paying no attention to you as you heaved, gasping for air as you coughed dryly, shooting him a glare, muttering curses under your breath as he placed his hands on his waist, looking around.

You massaged your neck, wincing as you gently pressed down, your eyes watering as you cursed yourself for your stupidity.

The man grunted, looking at you from the side of his eyes as he began to duck down, picking up his clothing as he shrugged them on one by one.

You threw the water sack you had brought to his back, not saying anything as you shakily stood up, getting ready to walk back to your place when you felt a slight tug on your tunic, pulling you back as you were face to face with the man.

"Do you live in that village nearby?" His eyes were so red, you cited wearily, such a crimson shade that you wondered if compared to the blood under your skin you could tell which was which.

"No." You glanced at the array of knives he had, choosing your words carefully as you addressed him.

He noted your gruffed-up appearance, the dirt, and mud that littered your tattered clothing, and the little pieces of twigs that were in your hair.

"Do you live anywhere near here?" He towered over you, chest lined with droplets of water, and you took a step back, suddenly aware of just how close the two of you were standing.

"Yes." You said, his brows creasing as he tried to piece you together.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he went back to work, pocketing all his knives and other tiny weapons as he left you wondering if you should leave or stay.

"My horse is dead, and I don't know where I am," He told you, looking over his shoulder as your lips scrunched up, "I need to stay with you until my men come."

His men?

"You need not stay with me" You snapped, "You almost killed me and you expect me to openly invite you to my house?" You had to control your voice from shouting, fists curled as they shook with anger.

He scoffed, lips curling upwards in distaste as he stood back up again, reminding you just how much power he had, just how easy it was for him to break you with his hands.

"Do you want the royal militia to know that you refused their king his request?" He wrapped the necklace around his neck, brow perched as he waited for your response.

You snorted, clicking your tongue as you looked over to the glistening lake, realizing what, or perhaps, who, you were dealing with.

"Alright," You nodded, deciding to play along with his little game as you shrugged, "You can just wait for the royal militia to come and pick you up, well now?"

The man shook his head, following you as you began walking, hoping he would give up after he realized he forgot one of his knives.

"You'll be heavily rewarded." He said, bargaining with you as you walked up a narrow dirt path, shaking your head to his outlandish offer.

"I need no rewards." You said, looking to the side as he walked closer and closer to you.

"Do you intend on living like a fuckin' dog your entire life? If you help me I'll give you more than you've had." He said again, though this time his voice was lined with a hint of desperation.

"You offend me yet still want my help?" You shot back and he winced slightly, eyeing your neck as he bit his lip.

"'M sorry about that," He started, "Can't be too cautious with everythin' nowadays."

You stopped walking, your hand massaging your forehead as you thought deeply.

"Can you give me asylum?" Your hands fidgeted, hoping he wouldn't question too deep into it.

"Asylum?" He parroted back, eyes taking you in, really taking you in this time.

"Can you or can you not?"

"Yes," He responded almost instantly, comically, "I can."

"No questions asked?"

He contemplated, weighing the chances of having a complete psychopath on his hands.

"No questions asked."

You gnawed on your nails, looking back and forth as you sighed, motioning for him to follow you.

You didn't even care if he was who he said he was, and you severely doubted he was anything more of a countryman who simply got lost on one of his hunts.

But at the end of the day, you were a gentle person in nature, and couldn't leave someone stranded just as you had been many years ago.

---

Bakugo almost wished he hadn't asked to come with you.

The walk wasn't long, but it sure didn't help that the heat was overbearing and he only had a satchel to accommodate him on the short journey.

And if that wasn't the worst thing he'd have to experience until now, he didn't realize that your home wasn't so much a home, more so a cave you have furnished with leaves and clay pots.

He watched as you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, looking at the opening of the cave and then back to him, almost looking away from him the instant you saw the slight repugnance on his face.

"If you're going to complain you can leave. I'm not wasting anything on you if you're going to be ungrateful."

Bakugo swallowed thickly, shaking his head as he followed you inside, ducked as the roof of the cave was a bit too short for his height.

There was a small pot in the middle, and you glanced inside it, muttering to yourself as you sprinkled something in from a nearby clay can, tasting it on your finger as you nodded bitterly.

"Make yourself comfortable," You said, motioning for him to lie anywhere he'd like as you stirred the soup around a bit more, adding some spices in as you tasted it again.

Katsuki Bakugo, you had come to learn his name, groaned as he situated himself down in the further corner there was, taking his large boots off as he flexed his toes, cracking his joints as he rolled his head around.

The soup, if it could even be called that, was thankfully not too warm, and would therefore be something that wouldn't heat him any more than he already was, and you began pouring some into the singular bowl you had.

The fish head floated to the top, its eyes looking back at you as you garnished it with some of the grass-like plants you had found a couple of weeks ago, balancing it carefully in your hands as you brought it to him.

"I don't have any spoons, so you'll have to bring the bowl up to your lips." You said placing it down next to him as you nodded to the soup.

Bakugo looked at the fish head and then back to you, giving a single nod of his head in thanks as you went back to your respective corner, waiting for him to finish his food so that you could use the bowl.

You watched as he gingerly brought it up to his mouth, tasting it as he winced, coughing at the foul taste as he struggled to keep it down, glancing at you and then back to the bowl of soup as he did his best to finish it without throwing up.

"It's not the worst," You snapped and he shuddered as he finished it, his eyes squeezing shut as it went slowly down his throat.

"It's not the best, either." He barked back, and you stood from your seat, picking up his bowl as you pour yourself your serving, eating it in silence as he looked around.

"You live here or is this a stop?" He played with his little necklace, his finger tracing its little bead as he glanced at you, red eyes the same color as the hearth in front of you.

"You always ask this many questions?" You wiped your top lip, smacking them together as you finished the soup, your stomach finally stopping its rumbling as you unflasked your satchel, letting the water run in the bowl as you cleaned it of the substance.

He scoffed, his legs drawing out as he laid down, his arm slung over his eyes, the other over his chest as he groaned once again, and then, finally, silence, as he decided to go to sleep.

You, however, knew that sleep was far from what you were going to do.

Despite this man, Bakugo, stating that he meant no harm, you had just met him a couple of hours ago, in such a way he had tried to kill you once already, and you doubted he wouldn't try again.

As the night rolled in and the moon traded roles with the sun, you sat at the opening of the cave, one hand tightly gripping your makeshift knife, the other gripping onto a rock, jumping at every slight move he made.

But even you were no match for the inevitable slouch, for the way your full belly sang you deeper into sleep, and you slumped over in the position you were sitting in, head hung low as you weakly gripped onto your weapons.

---

You awoke when you felt a sudden nudge on your shoulder, your eyes snapped wide open, wildly whipping your hands around as you heard a loud shout.

"The fuck is your problem?" Bakugo yelled, jumping back at the knife in your hand, brows scrunched up as he gazed over your sunken expression.

You noticed that he had come empty-handed, and perhaps seemed to be more scared of you than you were of him. Despite that, you still gripped onto the hilt of the knife, shifting over in your seat as he waited for a response.

"Can't be too cautious nowadays," You mimicked his words from earlier, yawning as you changed positions, crawling into yourself as your eyes fluttered shut, "If you need anything the creek is a bit up north from here and there should be some food leftover from last night." You groggily said.

Bakugo didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, and you cracked an eye open to see him standing above you, examining like he was debating on saying something.

"If you need'a take a piss just do it outside," You muttered and he shook his head, sighing as he gave up, going back to his corner as he tried to make himself comfortable.

"Can you stop makin' so many fuckin' noises then?" Bakugo said, his tone laced with annoyance as he situated himself into a comfortable position, "Makes it real fuckin' difficult to sleep."

Your eyes opened at this, sitting up as you narrowed them, lips drawn into a thin line as you glared at him.

"'M not making any noises," You replied and he scoffed, peeking at you from the side as he shrugged, using his coat as a cushion for his head, leaving nothing to cover his chest, and you felt your cheeks warm as each movement caused his muscles to flex most deliciously.

"Then don't make any noises." He mumbled, voice lined with sleep as he nodded off, not caring that you conscientiously touched your throat, the burns on your chest, as you wondered if you were making noises, and you just weren't aware of it.

It had been so long since you had seen somebody, let alone talked to them to this extent, that you felt as though you were going crazy, and decided to sleep at the opening perch of the cave, far enough from him so that if you did make any noise he wouldn't be bothered enough to come and wake you up for it.

---

Waking up with a start, Bakugo rubbed tiredly at his eyes, mouth open in a silent yawn as he remembered where he was; that instead of the comfort of his bed in the palace he was stuck here, in a cave with a woman who dare not make good soup and talked in her sleep.

He looked over to where you were the night before and instantly stood up, stumbling as he gripped onto the cave wall for support, skimming wildly around as he couldn't see you anywhere.

Had you left him? Put him here to mock him for his lack of training?

His feet padded thickly on the ground as he ran outside, almost tripping over a pair of legs as he steadied himself back up, his heart stopping its rapid movement as he saw your familiar face again, lined with a sense of serenity as you continued to sleep.

He halted, not knowing if he should wake you up or let you sleep, already feeling a sense of guilt for choking you and then forcing you to do something you weren't on board.

He went to go back into the cave when his boot landed on a dried twig, the sound echoing around the forest, and watched in surprise as you cracked wide awake, hands already ready to attack with your pesky knife and rock, your chest heaving as you were face to face with him, again.

Your face twisted from one of fear and anticipation to annoyance as you realized it was only him, grumbling some curses under your breath as you groggily rubbed at your eyes, not noticing the way Bakugo watched you intently, waiting for you to do something as you stood up, receding into the cave as you went straight to check up on your pot of soup.

He followed you inside, like a lost puppy, and stood behind you, watching as you stirred the pot with great focus.

"You didn't eat any more of it last night," You remarked, and he sneered, walking around you so that he'd be facing you, pointing to the contents inside the pot as his face lined with disgust once more.

"It tasted like shit, ya' know. Can't say I was fuckin' eager to go back for seconds." You stopped your movements, glimpsing at him from above your eyelashes, fingers gripping the hilt of stick you used to stir as you poured yourself your serving, not saying anything as you went back to your corner, quietly slurping away as he was left at the pot of watery fish soup.

"Is this all there is?" He almost shouted, irritated, glimpsing around the room as if there were others next to him, ready to defend his every word.

But it was just the two of you, and you seemed quite intent on devouring whatever abomination it was you had created.

"There's this and there's also some berries outside," You said, and almost laughed at how quickly he almost ran to the opening of the cave, stopping only when you opened your mouth again to say, "I wouldn't try those, though, it gives you a nasty rash."

His chest deflated, and went back to his standing position as the pot, looking inside as if the fish pieces would stop floating up now and then, and the questionable black chunks didn't fill every sense in him up with dread.

"It's fish 'n toasted acorns," You commented, "Nothin' that's gonna' kill ya'."

Bakugo paused, glancing at the empty bowl in your hand, the soup, and the rumbling in his stomach couldn't be ignored as he stomped his way towards you, snatching the bowl as he filled it up, going back to his corner as he begrudgingly sipped on it.

There was an award silence as he finished the food, throwing the bowl aside as he looked at you, brows drawn as he tried to make sense of who you were.

"Do you willingly live here?" You felt your eyes roll back into your skull at his many questions, fingers clenching at the worn fabric on your thigh.

"If I did, would I ask you for asylum?" You watched as he blushed a pink, ears twinging red as he looked away, embarrassed that you called him out for his misjudgment.

"Do you always come unprepared on a trip to the eastern forest?" You asked for the first time and he tutted, aggravation written all over his posture.

"I always go with at least one of my men, guess I just miscalculated this time." You wanted to almost laugh at that, at the way he seemed embarrassed to admit he'd ever make a mistake.

You gazed at his profile, at the way his blonde hair seemed to shine gold under the flickering embers of the fire, or the way his jaw seemed to tick whenever he got annoyed.

"Are you a king?"

There was a quietness after that, one you hadn't expected.

"Yes."

If it weren't for his stupidity, you almost would have believed him. He seemed so sure in his answer that he didn't even need to stutter, no from hesitation as he looked you directly in the eye.

"Do you realize how many men have said that?" This peaked his attention, as the corners of his lips tugged upwards in amusement, his head cocking to the side as he took in the information.

"I doubt many men could offer you whatever you wanted," He jeered, and you doubted even he could offer you what you truly wanted.

"Oh no," You said with a taunting smile, "They had nothing to offer me. They were, however, quite interested in what lay beneath my knickers." Bakugo bit back a laugh, averting his eyes to something that lay behind you, as if not to keep himself from looking down in curiosity.

Your cheeks warmed up, and you glanced sideways, thinking of what you wanted to say.

"I can't say I've seen much of your face. If you're to be a king, how come I've never heard your name?" Your chin lifted, looking down at him as he shrugged, playing with the delicate beads on his necklace.

"I'm the king of the south, not the east," He explained as if that would make any difference.

"Well, surely I must have heard your name in conversation before. If I recall correctly, the king of the south arranged to marry our princess. Why are you here, instead of hunting with your wife?" You cocked up an eyebrow, feeling victorious that you at least remembered some things from your early years.

What you weren't expecting, however, was for a shadow to form on his face, his red eyes to turn a deep shade of burgundy as his lips curled up, a deep scowl forming on his face as he glanced at you, his nose up, now the one looking down on you.

"Then you must be real fuckin' stupid for not rememberin' me, then," He barked back with a scathing tone, and you felt the little bit of lively energy you two had created in the past couple of minutes dissipate, your blood running cold as you deflated in on yourself.

You felt something lodge itself in your throat, his words mimicking the ones you had heard so many years ago, quickly standing up as you snatched the water satchel as you left the cave.

"I'll be back in an hour." You announced, voice shaking as you left him alone, his eyes narrowed as he heard your quivering exhale, wondering what he had said to get you so riled up.

---

The following days were spent with minimal conversation, and it seemed the more the sun would set and the moon would rise, Bakugo became more and more restless.

"They should be here..." He'd whisper to himself, "What's taking them so fuckin' long?" He'd peek his head outside the cave, walk around a bit until he felt like he had strayed too far, trudged back, heavy boot clanking on the ground as he ducked his head down, a dejected look on his face.

He’d stay silent about your food after he conceded he could barely hunt anything other than fish in this dense area, and the acorns didn’t taste the most inadequate if he just scrunched up his nose and pretended they were the lightly toasted walnuts he enjoyed back at the palace instead.

You didn’t speak much, and he felt rather bad for snapping at you the other day, but he was the king of the south, the supposed man who felt no sympathy nor regret, who cheated his fiance out of a loving marriage, and felt as though he should uphold his reputation to at least one person.

At night, you still laid next to your knife and rock, though you opted to sleep near them instead of gripping them tightly in your hands, seeing that the man hadn’t attacked so far and didn’t seem intent on doing it again.

He’d still wake you up sometimes, a nudge of his boot or a pesky slap across your face when you wouldn’t stop shaking, his eyes holding something close to worry as you groggily woke up, looking around as you realized you had just woken him up again.

“Sorry,” You muttered, rolling to the other side so that your back was to him, hiding the stray tears that always made their way to your waterline after the dreams, feeling his looming presence as he didn’t go back to his corner like he usually would.

“Bad dream?” He tried, voice a bit quieter than his usual gruff one, his one tiredness taking over, but he still tried for conversation at the dead of night.

“Would barely call it a dream,” You muttered and he studied the scars that peeked out from the sliver of your tunic that rode up, how they wrapped themselves around your waist and the entirety of your back from what it seemed.

“Stop uh, stop makin’ noises. Makes it real fuck-”

“Fuckin’ difficult to sleep, I know,” You recited his words, “I’ll try my best.” He felt like total shit, winching when you took in a shuddering breath, feeling worse for what he was saying. He barges into your life, eats your food, depends on you for the meekest of things yet still dares to order you around? It was no wonder Kō left him for that Todoroki.

Your hands were drawn into your chest as you curled in on yourself, the cool breeze that wafted in biting at your uncovered skin, little goosebumps forming as you shuddered yourself to sleep.

You tried to shut your eyes as tightly as you could, pretend the frightening images of the whippings and the blood didn’t make their way to your imagination when all of a sudden you felt something heavy fall on your shoulders.

Opening your lids you saw the thick coat he had used as a pillow draped over your side, and as you turned your neck you saw him walking back, giving you no attention as if he hadn’t done anything.

“Thank you,” You said, your voice lined with genuine gratitude, and for the first time in his life, Bakugo didn’t know what to say or what to do to tell you that this was the bare minimum of what he should be giving you.

But he pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding to himself as he muttered back,

“No problem.”

—-

After that night, you kept your knife and rock safely tucked away.

You had to guess it had to be at least three weeks without any word from the outside world, and you doubted anybody would be coming for him, royal militia or not.

Your days were spent with less tense talk, and sometimes you could see the wisps of a smile on his face, his forehead free on any stress as you laughed loudly at him stumbling to debone a fish, taking over as you showed him how to properly do it, the minimal space between the two of you almost nonexistent as you watched intently from over your shoulder, his hands almost atop your waist as you looked behind to make sure he was following along.

He stopped talking about how he was a king after the first two weeks, and once he probably figured that nobody was coming for him, he seemed to be more relaxed than apprehensive, his words more carefree and joyful as you two poked fun at each other.

“You know,” You said one sunny afternoon, your knife in one hand, the fish in front of you as Katsuki sifted through the berries you had picked earlier that day, seeing which ones were ripe enough to eat, “You should start doin’ the hunting. I’ve been doing all the work around here and it’s time you start doin’ your share.” He looked up, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms across his chest, muscles taunting you from across the room as you felt a part of you shiver from just how beautiful he truly was.

“Don't ya’ know it’s uncivilized to command your guest?” He bit back and a small grin grew on your face, shaking your head as you shrugged.

“I’m just sayin’, if you don’t want me to kick ya’ out then ya’ gotta’ do something to make this load easier. I’m doin’ the work of two people with only a singular person, it’s getting kinda’ difficult.” You said and he grunted, going back to the berries as he squished one underneath his fingers, watching as the deep purple shade ran down his skin, tainting it a violet. He took a couple in his mouth, curious to see their taste, screwing his eyes shut as he began tasting its sour pulp.

He winced, throwing the berry to the ground as he went back to pick them out, the taste sitting uncomfortably on his tongue as he glanced at you.

“‘Are ya’ sure any of these berries are ripe? Really fuckin’ nasty if ya’ ask me,” You looked up, giggling at his purple-stained lips as he glared at you, “Tastes like tomatoes, and I fuckin’ hate tomatoes.”

The knife in your hand dropped as you looked up.

You quickly walked over to him, picking the berry he had thrown on the ground, assessing it as you looked into the basket, feeling every nerve in your body freeze, your heart seizing its thumping as you picked up a handful of them, their shape different from the one you swore you had seen in the forest.

“Oh,” You whispered, dropping the berries on the ground, “Oh my fuckin’ god, shit, shit!” You snapped over to Katsuki a wild look in your eyes as your lips trembled in fear.

“Throw that up, Katsuki, throw it up right now!” You slapped yourself across the face, dragging your fingers down your eyes as your feet tapped your foot quickly on the ground, millions of thoughts running through your head as your brain seemed to stop working.

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, whipping his stained hands on his pants as he ran to you, worry taking over as you jammed your palms into your eye sockets, “The fuck is wrong with you? They’re just blueberries, right?”

You looked up at him, shaking your head slowly as you pulled away, a wave of nausea settling in as you thought of anything that could potentially save him.

“Y/n, come on, those were blueberries, right? Right?” You let out a muted shout, dropping to your knees as you breathed heavily.

“They’re nightshade. They, they um,” You stuttered, not finding the right words.

“They what?” He snapped, a hint of fury in his eyes as his hands shook in rage.

“Belladonna,” And you knew he knew this name, much more common in the south than in the east, you looked up at him, “They’re,” You took in a shuddering breath “They’re deadly, in um, most cases.” Your voice dropped in octaves to a whisper, almost wincing behind your covered face as you peeked out.

He stopped, his chest heaving as he gazed down at you, oddly calm for the information you just gave him, and he took in a deep breath before lunging for you, tackling you roughly to the ground as he snared, his eyes a different shade of red, one you had never seen before as elbow jabbed roughly into your chest, his other arm pressing your throat down.

“Have you been tryin’ to kill me this entire fuckin’ time, huh? Is that what this is? Are ya’ a little eastern spy?” He gritted out, and you shook your head, sniveling as he pressed his arm tighter against your throat.

“No! No, Katsuki, I swear,” Your whimpers turned into cries as he let out an empty laugh, his expression twisting to one of pain momentarily and then back to one of pure wrath as he pressed his knee in between your thighs to keep you from squirming.

“You swear what, shit, - fuck - that you didn’t…” His grip on you loosened as he fell over, clutching his stomach as groaned out in pain, letting you scramble away as you held your hand to your mouth to stop from throwing up when you saw the dribble of blood that escaped his lips, staining his teeth a dark red.

“Katsuki, I’m so sorry, come, let me,” You reached out, trying to hold his hand, but he weakly swatted it aside in a feeble attempt to get rid of you, “Please, I’m only trying to help.” He showed his teeth at that, a cruel grin on his face as his nose wrinkled in disgust.

“You’re a fuckin’ bitch, ya’ know that, right? All your pity, fuck, p-pity shit and still can’t tell the difference between a blueberry and something that’s gonna’ fuckin’ kill me, can’t ya’?” Your lips wobbled, knowing that he was right, knowing that everything he was saying was the truth, that no matter how much good you tried to do all you’ll ever be known for is destruction, but it didn’t stop you from bending down, slinging his arm as you ignored his protests, dragging him somewhere shadier as you ran to get his coat, clumping it up as you placed it under his feet, doing your best to elevate it as his moans became louder.

You brought the water satchel over, propping his mouth open as you poured some in, seeing that he was barely conscious, whispering your apologies as you closed his mouth, seeing his throat barely function as he tried to swallow.

You opened his mouth again, this time shutting your eyes as you stuck your fingers down his throat, wincing as you heard the sounds, the dark berries he had eaten earlier now staining his chin and chest as he heaved, eyes barely open as he settled back down, hands covering his stomach as he rolled to the side in pain.

You could barely hear him breathing, placing your ears above his heart as you heard its slow thumping, grateful for something as you quickly ripped a part of your scraggly shirt apart, wetting it with more water as you began cleaning his face and chest, your hands trembling as he groaned loudly, whispering apologies as he shuddered.

You watched in horror as his skin grew a red shade, body shaking as he lay on the stone ground, but as you placed a quivering hand to steady him, you reeled back, finger unused to the cold, stumbling as you ran to the creek to get more water.

As you ran, you paid no mind to the branches that cut your skin or the way your ankle caught on a root, a sharp gasp of pain leaving your lips as you struggled back up, ignoring ever as you ran to the wide opening, looking behind you as you filled it up with water, hands shaking terribly as you clasped the cap back on, running back to the cave where he lay convulsing silently, not knowing if by the time you got there he’d be dead.

—-

That night was spent with you bending over him constantly, checking his open mouth for any breath, thankful when you felt little puffs hit your cheek, biting your nails to a stump as you prayed that the poison would just leave his system.

He’d muttered some things now and then, and you knew he must have been hallucinating some things when he’d sickly reach his hand up, almost as if he was trying to grasp something until they fell back down at his sides.

“K-Kō,” You’d hear him whisper from time to time, “Kō.” He’d say, and you’d grip his hand, letting him know that you were there, watching as he gradually turned his head to look at you, his eyelids opening slowly as he showed you his dilated pupils, a rash forming on his forehead as he stared for a while, the hand in yours weakening as he reached up to grip your cheek in his large palm.

“Kō?” He sounded so lost, so lifeless that if you weren't listening with every ounce of yourself, you’d never have heard it.

You shook your head slowly, your fingers pressing into his arm as you tried to snap him to reality.

“No, no,” Your voice wavered, “It’s me, Y/n, not Kō.” You knew who she was, and even without your past knowledge about your royalty, the way he’d sometimes speak about her, in bursts of conversation, a solemn look on his face as gazed somewhere far away, as if he was imagining her instead of being stuck with you, somewhere he could imagine he was in his darkest moments, with his true love instead of a woman he stumbled into on a spontaneous day.

His eyes opened a little bit more, as if he didn’t believe your words, his lips forming into a small pout that would have put a smile on your face if not for the situation you were in, your heart squeezing painfully as you noted the rashed that formed on his arms and chest.

“Y-” He struggled to talk, “Y/n?” He said it as if he had never heard the name before, the letters foreign on his tongue, his memories swishing together into a messy blur until he couldn’t remember anything aside from the girl with long dark hair, always pulled into a tight regal bun he adored so much, the girl he didn’t remember left him for the boy with a burn across his left side, your face melding with Kō’s as if she was here instead of you.

“That’s me,” You said quietly, not wanting to disturb him any more than you already had, shifting so that the setting sun wouldn’t bother his eyes, blocking it from his view as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling kindly at him through your blurred tears.

He reminded you so much of that day, the way he gripped onto you as if you were his savior although you put him in this position, your brother’s pained eyes etching into his, the dying light in them something you dreaded to see in the man in front of you.

His hand on your cheek slipped as if he now realized that you weren’t his lover, but it hovered over your skin, his fingers moving downward to braze over your lips, gentle as they traced over the cuts that littered your skin, tracing your face for the first time, careful to take it all in even in his nauseated state. You felt his thumb slowly swiping at the tears that threatened to fall from your chin, slight confusion overtaking his features when he discovered you were crying.

“What,” He hesitated, his hands clenching as a wave of discomfort rolled through him, but he looked back up as if you were the one in his position, “What’s the matter, Kō? Are you,” He whimpered slightly in pain, “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, quick to wipe the tears in your eyes as you gave a watery laugh, looking up as you cursed yourself for your thoughtlessness, at the sheer naivety you held, thinking you could truly do anything well in your wretched life.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, body shaking in quiet sobs, “I’m sorry Katsuki,” You could speak well, words muted with silent weeps as your chest shook, “I,” You heaved, not able to breathe properly as sights of your brother flash before your eyes, his dying face mirroring the man in front of you.

“It’s okay,” He gave you a lopsided grin, one that looked almost boyish and unconcerned, one you had never seen before, “I know ya’ try your best,” You didn't know if he thought he was speaking to you or the girl that plagued his dreams, but it still made you fall over, crumpling in on yourself as your tears wet the stone beneath you.

You watched in genuine astonishment as he struggled up to his elbows, and you were quick to usher him down, but he didn’t mind, his strong arms circling your trembling frame as he weakly brought you into his chest, a sturdy hand rubbing your back as your wet cheeks stained his skin, your heart hammering as he gripped your thighs, letting you curl into him as if the two of you had done this before.

“I’m sorry Katsuki,” You whispered, your breath hitting his naked skin as it made him shudder, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” A part of you almost didn’t notice that his skin was no longer freezing, this time burning alive as if he was the sun himself, the rash that littered little spots on his body disappearing as the seconds ticked by, making it seem as if they were never there.

“It’s okay,” He repeated, his fingers leaving hot trails on your skin, his voice hushed as you held onto him as tightly as you could.

And a part of you longed to stay awake, you knew you had to look over him, but another part of you felt exhausted, so aching and tired that the moment you shut your eyes a bit to relax you felt sleep overtake you, your body melding with his as the two of you let your dreams take you away into the night.

—-

You woke up to little puffs of air hitting your skin, and you stirred awake, aware of the fact that there was a heavy weight over your waist, a soft yet firm cushion under your head, and once reality settled in you snapped wide awake, causing Katsuki to stir awake in return.

It felt alarming, just how much your cheeks heated up, but that didn’t matter when you saw those familiar eyes, the vermillion you had become so familiar with staring back at you incredulously.

You blundered, your hand grazing over his forehead, a loud cry of astonishment at the fact that it felt normal, a hand over your chest to steady your heart, checking the places where the rash was only to find little red marks, and you broke into the biggest smile ever, throwing yourself over him, not giving any care in the world that he wore no shirt and you had just woken up, hugging him as tightly as you could, your cheek squished against his shoulders as you squeezed him with all the strength you could muster.

“You’re alive,” You murmured, almost as if you couldn’t believe it. No, you truly, wholly, could not believe the fact that he was here, that he wasn’t a cold stump lying next to you.

You felt his body rumbling, and you reeled back to see a cocky grin on his face, and you felt the apprehension from the night before melt away when you felt his gentle fingers drawing small shapes on the skin of your wrist.

“Did ya’ think any less of me?” He ridiculed back, but you knew there was no real menace in his words, his arms slowly finding purchase on your back as he hugged you, the first time the two of you had even been so close, save for last night, yet you felt as though you had been here before, felt his touch on your skin as if it was meant to be there.

You felt so weak that the tears were back, that they rolled down his shoulders and at your feeble attempts to hide them. But you felt him move away from your grasp, eyes searching yours, trying to find an answer to something you didn’t even know the explanation for.

His hands moved carefully upwards, to the round curve of your cheek, just as they had been there last night, but this time, there was no hazy glaze in his eyes, only concern at the way yours watered up under his touch.

“What’s wrong?” He cooed, his fingers trailing through your hair to pick off the leaves you had gotten from tumbling down the woods, thumb carefully looming over your little cuts as you sniffled, using the back of your hand to wipe away at your nose.

“I almost killed you,” You say, the words barely coming out as you choked on them, “Y-you,” He pulled your head gently into his chest, the other hand straddling the back of your head as you wept.

“I’m fine now, aren’t I?” You nodded weakly, even though you could barely grasp that fact.

He paused, biting his tongue as he remembered what he had done, his fingers hovering over the skin of your neck as his heart plummeted.

“Are you okay? Does your neck hurt? I,” He stammered, pulling away instantly as he assessed the skin of your neck, thanking his blessings that there were no visible bruises, but god, he could still hear the way you pleaded, the way you lay so defenseless at that moment.

You shook your head, giving him a waverly smile as your hands went up, gripping his jaw, not sure if you had gone too far, but feeling a part of you kindle at the way he leaned into your welcoming touch.

“It doesn't hurt, don’t worry ‘bout me,” You said, your body moving on its own as hands went down to grip your thighs, this time with a bit more force as he lifted you effortlessly up, situating your body on his lap as your breathing hitched in your throat.

It felt as though time had momentarily stopped when you felt his eyes looking down from yours to your lips, tracing every feature on your face as he mapped the curves of your body, touch almost scorching as your head consciously felt into the crook of his neck, not knowing what his next move was, but eager for any touch he’d give you.

His nose nudged at your jaw, lips drifting over yours as you finally looked up, moving your lips slowly towards his, feeling a fire ignite in the pits of your stomach at the way he hungrily kissed you back, his tongue clashing with yours as you move away, panting for some air you were so eagerly lacking.

He gave you no time as his lips quickly moved down, burning hot as they licked at your throat, sucking eagerly at the skin as you craned your neck to give him better access, your eyes screwing shut as his hands went to untying your tunic, your heart hammering rapidly in your chest as the only thing securing you from his burning gaze fell away, his ravenous gaze locked on your nipples, and your self consciously went to cover your arms around yourself, only for him to latch onto one of them as quickly he could, earning a surprised moan to escape your lips at the foreign feeling.

“S-suki,” You breathed out, “Please, god, please,” You couldn’t even finish the sentence as he went to the other nipple, giving it a slight tug, your head rolling backward as his tongue circled around it.

His lips left with a pop, your chest shining with his spit, and grinned at your glazed over expression, pulling your deeper into him as he pressed another kiss on your lips, this time short but still as breathtaking, “That’s all it takes for ya’ to become a dumb bitch?” You couldn't even register what he was saying, nodding weakly as you mewed, reaching for his pants as he let you undo the buttons, his breath hitching as your hand grazed over his hardening cock, biting into his lips hard enough to draw blood.

You clumsily pulled them down with the help of Katsuki lifting his hips, salivating as you gave his trousers a gentle tug, his cock springing free, his tip red and angry as a bead of precum shined at the top, yours hands not knowing what to do as you stared at it and then back up at him, lust clouding your eyes, just as he seemed to be, but he only shook his head, giving your cheek a small peck as his hands smoothed over your naked back.

You whimpered as his fingers followed down, going south where your juices lined your thighs, growing wetter and wetter as he played with you, grinning widely as he plunged his pointer finger in, giving you no time to adjust to it as you let out another moan, your tits pushing into his chest as you whined.

“You’re so fuckin’,” He stuttered, “So fuckin’ tight, god, Y/n,” He looked up at you, red eyes searching yours as they fluttered open, “Have ya’ ever been touched before? O-or…?” He trailed off, seeing the way you looked to the side sheepishly, and it only made him groan louder, his cock straining as he realized that he was perhaps going to be your first for everything.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He brought his finger back, your juices coating his skin as he popped it in his mouth, moaning at your sweet and tangy taste, his gaze never leaving your shocked one before he brought you back into another ragging kiss, your essence flooding your mouth as you whined into him, hands on his chest to steady yourself.

He went to put another finger in, to stretch your tight hole out even more, but he almost came just from the way your delicate fingers followed across his cock, curiously rubbing your thumb across the top as his precum stained your finger, and you wanted to guess you were doing more good than damage judging by the way his eyelash fluttered against his cheek, his muscles flexing as he restrained himself from shoving your head down and choking you on his length.

You remember hearing one of the older girls talking about her late-night rendezvous with the boy she had been fanning over when you were young, not understanding the weight of her words until now. You recalled just how she told her friends what they had done together, and with her words in mind you lowered your face down, your mouth a breathe away, not giving him any time to say anything as you close your lips around the tip, slobbering as you took him deep, hitting the back of your throat as you almost choked.

“W-wait, Y/n, fuck,” Katsuki moaned loudly, and despite the fact that he wanted you to stop, to give you time to adjust, his hands guided your head up and down, whining at the way your tongue pressed down on a certain spot, tracing one of his prominent veins as he screwed his eyes shut, “Fuck, just like that,” You felt some pride as he became undone from just your tongue alone.

That however didn’t stop him from resuming his previous movements, his fingers reaching deep inside your dripping pussy, curling upwards as his palm rubbed roughly against your clit, your moans reverberating around his shaft, causing an even louder one to escape his lips.

Your sticky essence was like honey, and he was a starved man as he tugged your underwear down, manhandling you as he gripped the meat of your ass harshly, squeezing and pulling at it as you choked, your nose being pushed into the little tuft of blonde hair at the base of his dick.

“Sh-shit, keep doing that,” His words were shaky as he slowly but surely reached his release, “Kō, keep doin’ that, fuck,” His hips shuddered as his cum sprayed across your face, staining you white as you staggered back, not sure if you had heard him correctly.

Kō.

The name echoed around the two of you, his eyes widen in terror as you inched away from him, wincing as he tried to grab your wrists, tugging back harshly as you fell back, thudding on your ass as you grimaced, disgust taking over as you wiped away at your face, shivering as you tried to clumsily pull your shirt back on.

“Y/n,” He couldn’t even say anything because he knew what he had said, knowing that despite seeing you right in front of him, her name prodded at his brain, ruining everything he had tried so carefully to build up the past weeks, “Please,” And even he didn’t know what he was pleading for.

Your little whimpers stabbed away at his heart, and he reached out, tried to bring you back into his chest just as you were there earlier, but you scrambled to your feet, one foot after the other as you stumble out of the opening of the cave as you left him all alone, leaving him to yell angrily into his hands, chasing after you only to realize you had all but disappeared.

—

You knew there were parts of this godforsaken that only you knew of, and for once you were grateful to be alone.

You felt every part of you deplete the moment you had heard her name escape his lips, so effortlessly as if he had been imagining her instead of you, and you had no doubt that he was, and it just made you wish you could rub every part of your skin off, scratch at it until his scent was gone.

It felt as though the past couple of days never happened, as if he was never poisoned, as if you hadn’t let him ravish you like a wild animal, and you curled your legs into your chest, resting your cheek on your knee as you gazed out, thankful for the flurry of trees for hiding you for any wandering eyes.

You should have left him that bloody day you found him. Should have left him when he asked for your help, and let the belladonna take over his system when you had the chance.

You hoped that in days you had refused to return to that stuffy cave a bear had found him or mauled him to death, or he had gotten poisoning from a rotten fish, or lost an arm to an unfortunate hiking incident.

A part of you said you were overreacting, that this must have been a mistake on his part. But how could you push the fact that he imagined her when it was you that tried to help him? The woman that fucked another man behind his back, yet he yearned for her instead of you. How could you pretend the way he shut his eyes and played with your hair, imagining it was his old lover instead of you or the way he’d mutter her name under his breath in his sleep, waking up only to feel dejected when it was you who woke up near him?

As the crows squealed you tuned them out, including the rustling of leaves, your head lifted slowly, and you jumped when you were met which his wretched face again, only this time he wasn’t stumbling stupidly out of the clearing, this time garnished with scarlet robes, perched atop a horse as other white mares made their way through, people dawned in armor behind him as he looked pitifully down at you.

The two of you stared at each other, as you had never met before, and both of your eyes lingered on the other lips, and you hated the way you instantly noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned so that more air would flow, but it also gave you a peek of his chest, the warm furnace that once comforted you.

Time stopped as he held his hand out, this time gloved, and it was like you had never seen this version of the man you were growing to despise as if this was your first time seeing the supposed cruel and heartless king of the south.

“Y/n,” His lips were a gentle pink, warm and welcoming, not like the ones that had managed to break your heart in a matter of seconds, “Would you want to come with us? I can give you asylum, anything you can ask for, I-I can give it.” He's pleading, you realized, and with his back turned to the rest of his men he could look as desperate as he wanted to.

His offer, the one you had been building your foundation of trust and loyalty on these past months, seemed so pathetic, so measly that you scoffed.

They had dumped you in these woods hoping that you’d die in a matter of days, maybe weeks if you truly fought your best, never expecting it to welcome you with open arms, letting you forget about the cruelty of the world and gave you a safe haven you never thought you could take for granted.

Until now, until he came, showing you the beauty, the fear, the lust the rest of the world offered, how it meant to be human, how it meant to hurt with one another, but you hated it, hated how it picks you apart until you felt just as you had when you were a kid; helpless, defenseless, alone. How could he offer you sanctuary when you felt as though he would only be like they were? The ones that ridiculed you, laughed at your every mistake, the ones that almost killed you the night of your brother's death,

You knew he'd push and prod at you until your skin cracked open and you bleed out, just another one of his whores that he threw to the side when a new one piqued his curiosity.

And as you studied his hand, you pushed it aside, your bare feet hitting the ground as you turn your back to the man you thought you could have possibly loved, the little gasps of surprise from his men as you turned down his offer, and he watched brokenly as you receded into the trees, your figure meshing with the green leaves and chocolate trunks, the sun sweltering overhead as you vanished away from sight.

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accidentally sort of came out to my sister 😜😜

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they don’t love me like you do | b. katsuki

➳ tags ;; 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!reader, gn but afab!reader, pegging, gentle domming, praise kink, porn with feelings, friends to lovers, healthy bdsm practices, discussions around sex and dating, reader has a personality, anal fingering, double-ended strap-on w harness, oral (m+f recieving), prostate orgasms, submissive bottom bakugou katsuki, getting together, aftercare!! READ THE TAGS!!

➳ wc ;; 12.2k (i know. i know)

➳ a/n ;; i don’t think i’ve ever projected while writing a fic so much in the entirety of my silly human life. wrote this thing with my fucking clit on the paper and pen jesus. thank you so, so much to @jirou-s for beta-ing this monster for me. no words.

i know this fic isn’t everyones thing, but it’d mean a lot to me if you read it! i think it’s actually my favorite thing i’ve ever wrote. i had so much fun and im elated to share.

song title is based off like you do by joji!

➳ synopsis ;; you and bakugou don’t talk about your sex lives often, but at one of kirishima’s get togethers - denki brings up the subject of pegging and bakugou’s curiosity is ever present. just one question is enough to break the dam.

There’s not a lot you can say about Bakugou Katsuki that hasn’t been said before.

He’s been the headline of countless news articles, done hundreds of interviews - chopped and screwed, endless amounts of media coverage ever since he was nothing but a highschool brat. Bakugou is a well-known and popular hero with an image, and his image has been so clear in the public eye for years.

People’s stances on him are split pretty even down the middle. He’s abrasive, and unruly - and though his approval has increased significantly, it’s only inevitable some people hate him. His name in hero forums is fucking nuts, always sure to cause some kind of debate. It’s mostly positive. Some people find his disagreeable nature to go against heroism as it is, but others find his honesty to be a breath of fresh air. People will go as far as insisting there should be more heroes like him. Even as his friend, you’re not sure you would go that far.

You could say a lot about Bakugou as a person. It would all boil down to the fact he’s a little wound-up, but he’s good deep down. He really wants to be good, and he’s trying. To you, Bakugou, without a shadow of doubt, is a good person. He does his best to be a good person every time he gets out on the field. You respect him. You care for him.

You’ve been in his life since your third year of high school. He was your partner in your Support Course capstone and you would later be his agency’s primary costume designer. Like everything with Bakugou, it was not easy to be around him in the beginning.

He was hard to work with. Stubborn, mean, easily upset. You’re a natural opposite, a little more analytical and easy-going. But the two of you balanced each other out in a way Bakugou had never felt in another person. You never let him disrespect you, but you hardly got angry either. It took almost a year for him to adjust to you genuinely, but not without trying. Nights spent analyzing costume designs and doing repairs did just enough to bring you two close. At the end of it, you considered him a friend.

Your working relationship was also inevitable. Bakugou is a lot of things, but if there’s anything he’s learned is that there are people who have skills you don’t possess. He makes it a point now to recognize other people’s earnest greatness and he considers you a genius in your line of work. He’s not heavy handed about the praise but you hear through the grapevine, how he talks about your headquarters with a little puff in his chest.

To put it very, very simply - you and Bakugou are close friends. He’s married to his job, you both are - so it works out. You work on similar schedules and don’t mind each other’s company. There’s a mutual understanding that doesn’t compare to anyone else and after years and years of being around each other, it’s only inevitable. Best friend is a weird word. It’s a little more than that.

Neither of you are willing to admit it, but you’re not stupid and neither is he. It’s just one of those things you work around. When he falls asleep at your place, you just cover him with a blanket and sleep in the other room. When he calls you late to talk about work, you listen and yawn. You’re both busy and ambitious people, and truthfully - you’re not sure what Bakugou is even interested in. In the years of his company, you can count maybe two dates he’d been on.Unsuccessfully, of course. He’s mentioned a few hook-ups, same as you. But the conversation about sex or dating just never really comes up.

You don’t mind it. You’re not really in any rush. The kind of friendship you have with Bakugou is one in a million - not worth giving it up for anything. It sounds corny but there’s a sincere part of you that believes you were destined to meet the bastard. He’s loud, annoying, and brash - but he understands you in a way no one else does. It’s mutual, and you’ve never said ‘I love you’ to each other. But you don’t have to, because you both know you do. When he texts you late at night asking if you need a chaperone, you know. You can feel it in everything he does, and you think that’s so like him.

There really isn’t a lot you can say about him that hasn’t already been said. When people ask you, you don’t think about it. It just kinda comes out of you.

“He’s loud and abrasive and the best hero around. I’m lucky to know him.” and Bakugou normally rolls his eyes and calls you lame. You always insist you mean it, and he always replies with his quietest “I know.”

And Bakugou hardly says much about the people he cares for. He’s private like that. He only speaks out for people when they really need it, which always means his words are at least two or three times more impactful. He never has a lengthy reply when interviews ask him of you. Something about how you’re the best costume engineer he could ask for.

When you ask him, personally, the answer is a little different. He gets almost shy when he scoffs, and looks away. And you know he never says anything he doesn’t mean.

“I trust you with my fucking life, idiot.”

There’s not a lot to be said about the two of you, but that much is true. There’s probably not a single person on Earth that Bakugou puts his trust in like he puts it into you.

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Thinks about househusband Katsuki who waits at home for his mistress while he’s wearing a plug 😩

tags ;; gn reader, dom!reader, 18+, katsuki in an apron hnggghhhoh my god, anal (m. recieving), anal fingering, househusband!bkg, praise kink <33

a/n ;; im losing my mind actually so much. head so empty. god please bring this man to me im so tired.  literally almost died writing this. 

he hates waiting. 

of all the things in the world that bother him, other than deku and scratchy tags and forgetting to soak dishes - the thing he hates most is waiting for you to get home everyday. he knows you have to leave and he knows you kiss him every morning so he’s not so irritated about it. and he lets you leave begrudgingly. 

he’s awake before you despite being upset no matter what. he wakes up, brushes his teeth and sets out to do his tasks for you before you’re awake. a towel in the dryer so it’s warm for you, making you breakfast at the crack of dawn, ironing your clothes. he takes care of all of it for you and sneers at you when you descend down the stairs, half asleep and pressing kisses to his cheek. 

you’re the same always, a soft “morning, katsuki” followed by the squeezing of hips. and he cusses you out for it, but you continue cause you know he likes it. you know he likes you and that he’d be pissed if you didn’t. 

you eat breakfast, grateful and praising him for how good it is and then you drink coffee and kiss him for a while - at least ten minutes or he fusses about it. and then the sun rises and your off to shower and get dressed. 

when you come back presentable - suited up and dressed to yards, he blushes down the neck because he never gets over how attractive you are. he has a bento for you and everythings ready for you and you kiss him again. 

“you know i love you more than anything right?” 

“get to work, dipshit,” which is katsuki for “obviously” 

and you leave with another quick kiss and grabbing a handful of his ass and he threatens to cut your clothes but you’re off after that. and when the door clicks shut he just barely masks his disappointment. 

it’s.. rough to say the least. bakugou never imagined himself being in this positiion but he met you and all you ever wanted to do was take care of him and he let you. and he hates it because it’s.. weird how happy being like this makes him but it does. 

maybe it’s because you reward katsuki so much. you never make him feel unappreciated and he likes that.  you notice every little detail in his careful crafts, in the food he cooks, in everything and you praise him so sweetly it leaves him shaking. and you reward him with all of your attention time. 

you don’t bring work home and when you have free time, no one can get to you. you’re not neglectful but adoring and honeyed and katsuki hates himself for getting so cozy with you but he can’t help himself. 

but the worst part of his day is that he’s alone. he has stuff to to keep his busy - housework, laundry, going to the gym and grocery shopping and it works for the most part - he’s always in a rush to make dinner but when everything is set up and he’s waiting for you in the evening - he just.. hates it. 

it’s easy to do things for you because you make it easy for him to trust you. and the little glowing look in your eyes when he does something you like is enough to make him embarassing. which is why at 6:26pm he’s in the bathroom - bent over the sink. 

bakugos body is always pristine. he keeps himself groomed and cleaned and noticeably pretty though you’re unbothered by any of it. and it’s convenient for him when he has himself spread like this - one hand reaching behind him. he stretches himself out with two fingers first and a soft groan leaving his mouth when he does. 

this lube is cherry scented and he thinks it’s evil you picked it. but the smell is soothing to his heavy head, the way his body falls forward when the plug stretches him and then comes to a snug fit. and once it’s in he can feel it. he’s had bigger but the light stretch is enough to make his knees buckle when he tries to stand at first. 

he turns around and stares at before blushing.

“god i’m fucking embarassing,” 

but he keeps it in, slides his boxers back on and tucks his stiff cock up against his belly so it’s not too obvious. and he makes dinner while he waits for you to come since it’s supposed to be a surprise. 

and you come home about 20 mins after and dinners still on. the routine is usual for you, placing your bags on the couch, kicking your shoes off and immediately rushing to him. a back hug, arms around his waist - humming something soft. 

“smells good baby,” are the first words out of your mouth, breath warm on his neck. god he’s flustered “you smell good too.. like.. perfume or something,” 

he’s not sure if he’s happy or sad you’re so dense so he sighs. his ears burn and your touch makes him squirm. and he turns the heat down just a little as he greets you. 

“...welcome home,” 

you grin, shit-eating. knowing. 

“missed you today,” ― you hum, brushing his ego the way you know he likes ― “always miss you, know that?” 

“you’re so corny,” but he’s so content like this. he wants you tell him again but he bites his tongue when he feels your hands on his ass. this too, is typical of you, but he’s not expecting the rough grab. and he moans - loud and unusual. 

and you pause and he pauses and he’s so humiliated - but you’re so sweet about it, like always. and he whimpers when you do it again. when your thumb presses against the crystal stop and pushes hard and his knees buckle. and you chuckle, biting his neck. 

“that’s why you smell like that huh?” 

and that’s how he ends up - with the stove turned off and his hands gripping the counter top. your body folded over him, a hand so softly fucking the plug in and out of him. you’re so amused by it. how he looks with his knees bent. pale skin and thick thighs trembling as you fuck him so good he drools on the marble. 

“you’re always good to me baby, you know?” ― you quip, pushing the plug deep before pulling it out all the day only to shove it right back ― “got yourself nice and ready for me today, right? just for me?” 

and you lick up his neck, bite his ear as he groans. everything in his body is hot but he replies. 

“..j-just for you,” 

you smile at him, kissing him with your tongue and shifting his head to the side. the plug ends up somewhere and you replace it with three fingers and that makes him cry. it’s so much better cause it’s you and his cock drooling - red and aching between his legs. you wrap yourself around him and stroke. 

“such a good fucking boy. ‘m so lucky to come home to you, huh? my cute little husband who takes care of everything for me.. ‘m blessed aren’t i?” 

he knows the questions rhetorical but the praise and the inevitable orgasm leave him devastated and he’s sobbing and drooling. it’s so much and so good. 

“ah, don’t worry. ‘m gonna take care of you, okay? gonna fuck you nice and stupid tonigh so just cum and don’t worry. good boy,” 

of course he cums. cums so hard he almost falls, all over the counter top and losing his breath as you finger him through it and whisper about how good he is to you. how much you love him. 

god he hates waiting but you.. you always make it worth it. 

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hi friends, i never thought i would have to make a post like this here, but at this point i am desperate and i don't know what else to do.

for the past year, i have been uninsured and making all medical payments completely out of pocket by myself for the most part. at the beginning of march, my mother offered to pay my psychiatry bills which were my highest debt and i've only found out in the past couple of weeks that she's never paid a single bill all year, leaving me a very unaffordable debt and very devastated. because of this, i'm barred from any future appointments and refill requests on top of having the bill nearly being sent to collections. i already pay for all of my college and living expenses out of my own pocket barely scraping by, so i don't even know how i'm going to be able to pay this off with my upcoming semester fees. i don't talk about my mental health very much on here, but i have very severe depression that makes me physically unable to function because of chronic fatigue if i can't have access to my medications or appointments. i already feel so embarrassed having to make this post as it is, but i'm so blessed for the support i have on this blog.

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At long last, I am posting my piece for "The Royal Rodeo" collab hosted by The Barn discord server run by the lovely @horseanon--simpforall. Please make sure to support all the other artists who contributed to the collab by checking out the MASTERLIST.

A Royal Pain (Prince!Katsuki Bakugo x Princess!Reader)

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: I used female pronouns for the reader and Bakugo says "ass" once. Small Note: If this fic is received well, there might be a part 2 in the future.

Being a princess was such an archaic lifestyle; one that you regretted being born into since before you could even remember. It never made sense to you that the world outside had smartphones, high speed trains, robotic surgery, and all sorts of other modern marvels while you still had to prance around in a pretty dress, learn to master skills that you would never use just to make yourself more marketable as a bride, and travel everywhere in a ridiculous horse drawn carriage that moved at a snail’s pace compared to every other mode of transportation. It was all so old fashioned and you hated pretty much every aspect of being royalty.

“Don’t forget to be on your best behavior today,” your mother, the queen, tells you as you bump along in the very same carriage that you’d just been cursing in your mind. The anxiety she felt over the issue was clear in her voice and it took every ounce of self-control you had not to roll your eyes at her. “I shouldn’t have to remind you that you are meeting your future husband today and that first impressions are extremely important.”

An undignified scoff slips past your lips before you can stop it. Of course she didn’t need to remind you. She’d been giving you the same instructions for how to act on this particular day from the moment you’d become old enough to know how to nod your head and blindly promise to something that you could hardly understand. You shake your head in disgust. “Be on your best behavior.” Because apparently it was too much to ask that the stranger you were being handed over to accept you unless you were one of a thousand other cookie cutter princess brides.

Arranged marriages were the thing you hated about your life as a princess most of all. For whatever reason, being a woman meant you couldn’t inherit anything from your own family and that your one and only purpose in life was to be auctioned off to form alliances with or even just suck up to other kingdoms. You didn’t even get a say in who your parents ended up choosing for you either. It was expected that you just smile and accept your fate without a single complaint, which is why your mother was now frowning at you from the opposite side of the carriage.

“You should be more grateful,” she tells you in that high and mighty tone you detested so much. “Not everyone gets the chance to marry a crown prince. Most girls must settle for a younger brother, duke, or even an earl.”

“Right.” You simply nod, not having the energy or patience to argue about that now. You turn to glance at the scenery passing slowly outside while wiping the sweat from your hairline with a handkerchief, wishing you could trade in your crown prince for an air conditioned vehicle instead. If you were being completely honest, you could care less about what titles your husband had. Sure, your rank in society would move up or down accordingly, but it wasn’t like you’d actually get to wield any of the power that the men did.

“Welcome to Musutafu Kingdom,” a foreign royal guard pulls the door to the carriage open and bows deeply once you arrive, offering an arm to your mother first. “Your highness.” He helps her step daintily out into the open before doing the same for you. “Princess.”

You had truly tried to prepare yourself for this moment, but nothing could be done about the swarm of nervous energy that rose up in your chest once you stood in front of the palace entrance with the gorgeous structure looming above you menacingly. It was unfortunately just as horrible as you’d imagined and you bit your tongue to hold back from voicing your complaints about how no person should ever have to be put through such a traumatic experience as this. Not only were you being forced to marry someone you’d never even met, but you were also expected to meet them on their home turf in a foreign land surrounded by strange faces. It didn’t matter how welcoming they tried to be, it would never be anything but intimidating and frightening.

“Are you nervous?” Your father, the king, was already waiting for you inside. He’d arrived a few days ahead of you in order to make sure everything was prepared and that the two families were in agreement for the transaction to come.

“No,” you lie as he takes your arm into his. “I’m just not used to this humidity.”

Your father accepts your explanation without a beat of hesitation despite there being plenty of things for you to be reasonably unsure about. Telling the truth, however, would only earn you another lecture about not behaving like a fool or bringing any shame down upon your family name, and the thought of hearing such hypocritical nonsense while still acclimating to your new surroundings was unpleasant to say the least. You knew that at the heart of the situation, the true fool was your father himself.

Of course, you had to admit that on paper it was an extremely impressive match. The Bakugo family, who ruled over Musutafu, were some of the most powerful and richest people in the world. They also had a real knack for running their nation. The residents of the land prospered and their economy thrived. The whole kingdom seemed to run flawlessly like a well-oiled machine. The only reason you were being given to the prince of this kingdom, however, was so that you could act as an olive branch between your two kingdoms.

Your father had been bold enough to try and take advantage of Musutafu’s fortunate circumstances by making ridiculous demands when negotiating trade and attempting all sorts of other schemes to try and syphon some of that wealth into his own pockets. The foreign kingdom wasn’t thriving because of the gentle and forgiving nature of their royal family though. It was actually quite the opposite. The Bakugo family was respected by their people, sure, but they were feared by the rest of the world.

They did whatever they could to ensure the well-being of each and every person under their rule, not because they particularly cared, but because they despised weakness and craved power. Crime and internal disputes were handled swiftly and decisively to ensure the strength within their borders, and conflict with other nations was taken care of with just as much expertise. The treaties they made with other kingdoms were unbelievably successful, not only because of their fairness, but also because nobody dared to push their luck and provoke Musutafu into war. The strength of their military, like everything else about their kingdom, was unrivaled. That fact alone made you wonder how your father could’ve ever thought it wise to toe that line. Unfortunately, he’d gotten himself and your family on the Bakugo family’s bad side, and now you were the one who had to pay the price.

“The gathering for your first introduction will be quite small,” Your father explains as you’re led through the maze of elegantly decorated corridors of the palace, accompanied by your mother and the royal guard from before. “Just our two families and a few guards and servants.”

“How on earth did you manage to get them to agree to that?” you are unable to keep the shock out of your voice and you blink back a spark of irritation when your mother shoots you a reprimanding glare. You could tell that she was surprised as well though. These sorts of meetings were usually conducted formally in a throne room or somewhere equally as extravagant where everyone of importance could gather and make a first impression of their future queen.

“They were the ones to suggest it,” you father’s response sends you reeling again. What could this bizarre turn of events mean for you? Was this a different sort of intimidation technique? You sincerely hoped that was not the case. You do your best to tame your breathing and racing heart, determined to keep a level head and not fall prey to any underhanded manipulations.

“The royal family is ready to receive you.” The proclamation comes from a second guard who was stationed outside one of the many doors lining the hallway. Before you even have a chance to gather your nerves, he turns and opens the door and bows to the people waiting inside. He begins to formally announce the arrival of you and your parents when he is quite suddenly interrupted.

“We know who they are!” A harsh, impatient sounding voice stops the guard mid-sentence. “Just let them in already!” Both you and your parents go stiff at such an aggressive statement, but the guard simply nods and gestures for you to make your way into the room as if he was used to such angry outbursts.

You hesitantly make your way inside, surprise overtaking you once again when you find yourself in a small, cozy little drawing room. The furnishings were modest and the bright sunlight flooding in the windows gave it an oddly cheerful atmosphere. Standing in the middle of the room were your future in-laws and their son. Years of etiquette training had you lowering into a curtsy without a second thought and your stomach sinks when you peek up at your fiancé to see a scowl on his face. He was extremely intimidating with his stiff posture, spiky blonde hair, and intense red eyes. You take a deep breath and gracefully stand up again. It wasn’t like you really cared what he thought of you, but he could at least try not to make it awkward.

“It is a pleasure to welcome you all to Musutafu,” the foreign king smiles, his friendly brown eyes instantly finding yours. “Especially you, princess.”

“The pleasure is mine, your royal highness.” You bow your head dutifully.

“Allow me to introduce her majesty, the queen,” the king gestures to his wife who was the spitting image of her son. She had a fierceness in her eyes that gave off a presence that even threatened to overshadow her husband. “And this, of course, is the crowned prince…”

“The name’s Katsuki Bakugo,” he interrupts his father with a casual roll of his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a dramatic huff. “Can we cut it out with all the formalities already? The deal’s been struck, so what’s the point of being all nice about it?” His intense gaze falls upon you and you try not to shrink away. “You’re going to be my wife whether I like it or not, and no amount of ass kissing is going to change the fact that these losers believe your old man will stop imposing such ridiculous import taxes on us unless I marry you.” He thrusts his thumb in the direction of his parents and you can only stare back at him in shock. Everything he’d said was certainly true, but it was unfathomable to you that he would lay it all out in the open so bluntly. You could feel the embarrassment radiating from your own mother and father and wondered if there was anything they could even say to redeem the situation. Is this why the Bakugos wanted to meet in such a private setting? To give you the bare minimum curtesy of a small audience while they humiliated you? The awkward silence in the room stretched on until you felt obligated to step in.

“I apologize for the inconveniences caused by my family, your highness.” You try to keep your own dignity since your parents had already forfeited their own. “Perhaps it’s true that there’s no turning back from this arrangement now, but I’m still grateful for the chance to improve the relations between our kingdoms. I’m sure we’ll find a way to put things right in time.”

“Tch,” Bakugo shoves his hands into his pockets and turns up his nose. “Whatever. It’s not like it matters one way or another to us. It’s just the principle of it.” The sneer on his lips relaxes into a simple line that conveyed complete detachment of any feelings for the matter which somehow felt even more offensive. “I don’t need anything from you,” his tone is cold as he steps around you and heads for the door, glancing back over his shoulder to add, “you just remember that.” And then he was gone, leaving you and your family to stew in the tension left in the wake of his verbal attack.

“That brat,” the prince’s mother looked livid at her son’s behavior. Her husband puts a calming hand on her arm as he addresses you and your parents.

“We hope you can excuse his little outburst,” the king sighs. “His behavior is regrettable, but maybe you can find it within yourself to give him a second chance?”

A second chance? The phrase makes you want to laugh. It had just been made plainly clear that there was no escaping the hand you’d been dealt with this arranged marriage. Katsuki Bakugo would get all the chances his spoiled little self required, even if it was far from being deserved. If you had to guess, you’d probably be giving him chance after chance for the rest of your life, shackled to his side as his wife.

“Of course, sir.” Your father had unfortunately found his voice again, just in time to make himself look even more pathetic by taking that horrid assault lying down. “As my daughter said, we are truly thankful just to have the chance to rectify any grievances from the past.” Your father turns to look at you expectantly, and you hate the fact that he feels entitled enough to lean on you for support despite being in the situation due to his own shameful actions. You push your feelings down and force a smile on your face, looking to both the king and queen in front of you before bowing your head once again.

“I bear Prince Katsuki no ill will,” you say sweetly. “This is a significant day for both of us, after all, and jittery nerves can make even the best of us act unnaturally. Once we know each other a little more, I’m confident we shall both warm up to one another.”

“Lovely,” the king seems relieved by your words and the expression on the queen’s face looked to soften considerably as well. It was a small victory and you weren’t looking forward to smoothing over every other bump in the road that would undoubtedly pop up.

“Please escort the princess and her family to their rooms,” the queen nods towards the royal guards still stationed at the door before turning back to you and your parents. “Perhaps after some rest, we can give this introduction another try over dinner.”

While one of the guards leads you back out into the palace halls, you find yourself lamenting once again over how much you hated being born royalty. This was the job of a princess though, fixing the mistakes of her family without receiving a single ounce of gratitude or recognition, and marrying rotten princes who would forever take her for granted.

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A Writer’s Muse | Yandere! Robots

Summary: A state of the art sex doll, “S-roid”. Using top-notch, verified technology, with guaranteed safety, you could even customise its physical appearance according to your tastes! Guaranteeing you the utmost pleasure even in the most stifling or in the bitter cold!

A story wherein a lonely writer who has been looking for inspiration for her latest erotic novel finds her muses in the form of sexdroids, who are willing to do whatever it takes to please her. Whatever. It. Takes.

An empty cereal bowl laid on the kitchen counter, alongside other rubbish and plastic takeout bags that hadn’t been thrown out yet. The whole kitchen was a mess, a metaphor for her life right now, Maya would say. The woman in question was sprawled on her living room couch, staring up at the bland white ceiling, her thoughts so in disarray that her brain malfunctioned and shut down entirely.

You’d think that being a regionally-renowned young adults writer meant that she could afford a house bigger than the apartment she was in. Well, she could. Three of her books were best sellers and sold over half a million copies in Japan alone.

But, alas, she had outgoing expenses that meant she could either live in a fabulous two-story house (which she would be forced to clean every two weeks) or she could stay in this decent apartment with good lighting and a great location— there was a supermarket just down the road, after all — and afford the numerous things she was going to pay for.

What things, you may ask?

Sexdroids, to be exact.

“A state of the art sex doll, ’S-roid’. Using top-notch, verified technology, with guaranteed safety, you could even customise its physical appearance according to your tastes! It guarantees you the utmost pleasure even in the most stifling or in the bitter cold!” Or at least, that’s what the advertisement on the tv said. Maya hardly knew what she was doing in her life, but her laptop was open on the website with clear intentions that she was going to customise her own bots.

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hi besties ill keep it short and simple. so i been plagiarized by @shujislut as you can see 😻 so yeah pls report and block !!

and i did try to DM them to resolve and was met with this 😻

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“its ok we’ll be better tmrw”

why dont u sober tf up rn and be better now im getting to the point where im done making excuses for them. i just wanna fall asleep but i can’t and its so fucking annoying

being sober in a room full of drunk ppl who r smoking weed on ur bday sleepover is currently one of my loneliest experiences

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“im sorry we’re ruining ur bday”

yeah so am i but i cant admit that cause then they’ll feel bad and i dont want them to feel bad. and i cant even escape to a room cause they’re good people i swear. they’re trying to get me involved but fuck i just zoned out when they started drinking and i felt left out. and its not like they did it on purpose and now they’re asking if im okay and i cant leave to a room and cry by myself cause i dont want them to see me crying fuckcjcufucjcj this is so stupid. they keep asking me if im ok and its making me overthink and i just kinda want this day to be over. i shouldnt have made it a sleepover cause now fuck im stuck

being sober in a room full of drunk ppl who r smoking weed on ur bday sleepover is currently one of my loneliest experiences

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being sober in a room full of drunk ppl who r smoking weed on ur bday sleepover is currently one of my loneliest experiences

[lordmypantsaresocool]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.