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http-tokki · 22 days
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if you’re unwell and have locked yourself in the bathroom, katsuki will NOT hesitate to breakdown the door. not in a scary kinda way but in the kinda way where you’ve called out to him because you need him but you can’t get to the door because you’re stuck with your head in the toilet. he knocks once softly, then again with a lil more force and then the third he’s asking if you’re anywhere near the door and when you answer with a weak “no” you hear a loud crash and suddenly your bathroom door is lying on your tiled floor, and Katsuki has your hair pulled back in his hands.
“did you just breakdown my door?” you ask quietly, wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, attention shifting to the broken piece of wood.
“you needed me.” is his only reply as you turn back to the bowl and spill your guts once again.
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bakuwhcre · 10 months
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bakugou isn't much of a drinker, but when he does, he loves kissing you. he'll become more giggly and touchy, only for you. he'll lean against you and whisper softly into your ear, nipping playfully at it. and then kiss your jaw until he gets close to your chin, turning you to face him so he can kiss you deeply. and then he'll kiss your neck and start tugging at clothing needily.
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pixeldemonia · 4 months
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hauntedparadises · 11 months
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Summary: With the bills piling up and no way to know when you will be able to return to work. Your roommate suggests you take a call center job where you can work from home. The job? being an anonymous person for Pro Heroes to vent to.
But no amount of training could prepare you for just how quickly your first caller makes you cry.
Bakugou X Reader, Strangers to lovers
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General warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Vaginal Sex, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Spanking, Flirting, Light BDSM, Angst, Angst with a happy end
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It had to have been one of the strangest series of events leading to where you were sitting now. In the comfort of your own home, being berated by a complete stranger on the other end of a phone. Completely blanking on what you should even say to him. Your mind raced to try and come up with even a simple hello to offer him. And instead, all that left your mouth was a stuttering mess of words. That didn’t even sound close to what you were trying to say.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” You tried your best to make your voice revert back to its normal pitch, but it was already too late.
“I said, why the hell do you sound nervous?” He repeats himself a bit gruffly into the phone. “Ain't this your job?”
Oh, if only he knew.
This was your very first day on this job. You weren’t even supposed to be taking live calls today! But when your trainer had called off, your manager sent the email that you would be flying solo. You were already anxious over the fact that you didn’t really know what you were really doing. Let alone having to suffer through figuring it out on your own. None of the training you received during the past week. Had prepped you for when someone was already pissed off and ready to take it out on you.
See, this job wasn’t something you really wanted to take on. But with a small series of unfortunate events you were forced to take what you could. You loved your old job, you really REALLY did. And eventually, you would be able to go back to it. But when you slipped on a rogue chunk of ice and broke your leg in a work-related accident three weeks ago. You were temporarily stuck at home, unable to work.
Of course, you would receive temporary help from the government since you got hurt on the job. But they had been dragging their ass on getting all of the paperwork approved. A bunch of back and forth between your boss and the local office. At some point last week they even lost your application and you had to start all over. Which only meant that the time you had to wait was growing more and more each day.
The bills had started to roll in. And you were looking around every which way to try and find a way to cover everything for the end of the month.
But you loved your job. Working at one of the newer nightclubs in the downtown area. A newly renovated bank that had three separate floors and a huge dance floor. You loved the live DJs on the weekends and you really liked most of your coworkers. The atmosphere was great and you even got to drink a little while working. But most importantly it paid the bills.
Until recently.
Unfortunately, without the ability to freely move around you were all but useless at work. Your job required you to run around most of the night, dealing with people and making sure you were seen. Being the host of a sought-after club was a tiring job, but one you loved.
But with no money left in savings and no real-time frame to give your boss on when you would be able to return to work. You started fumbling around ideas with your roommate about what you could do.
And her answer was simple.
She excitedly told you about one of her friends. Who worked for a company that dealt with customer service. It was a niche crowd they catered to, but from the small rundown you were given it sounded like it was right up your alley. You could work from home, you already had the set up for it thanks to your extensive desk setup for your pc gaming.
It wasn't until you had accepted the offer and signed the NDA. Did you find out all the gory details of what it was that you signed up for.
You would be working as a sort of anonymous voice for people to call and talk to. Like a therapist, but without needing the qualifications for one. You would be there for someone to vent to and their frustration out with. And while it seemed easy enough as soon as you signed those papers. Your manager was quick to pipe up and tell you that those people would in fact be pro heroes. You were now legally bound to keep any and all information that was told to you a secret, for at least the next five years. It didn’t matter how dark or juicy the information you heard was, you couldn’t tell a soul about it. The calls weren’t even going to be recorded to protect the privacy of those who called in. You wouldn’t know who would be calling, or what they wanted until they were on the line. Waiting for you to lead them to your ear. You were told they needed to leave the call satisfied to keep your job.
The satisfied part was a kind of gray area.
That meant it was your job to talk to them about whatever they wanted. If they wanted to complain about some part of their jobs or the way their wives were yelling and screaming. Even went as far as to talk about much more private matters. Although you hoped that wouldn't be the case.
One thing was made clear to you though. You weren't able to disclose much information about yourself. And you weren't able to tell anyone about what the mysterious heroes told you. You couldn't ask who they were or pry too hard into their personal lives. You were simply an anonymous person to who they could talk to.
Maybe if you hadn’t learned about who would be calling, then your nerves wouldn’t have been so bad. But it was the fact that you could very well be talking to well-known and popular heroes. That made you shiver in dread. It wasn’t like you paid much attention to heroes or kept up with following them, but still. They were important people who risked their lives every day in order to keep you safe.
“You fuckin’ pass out or something?” The loud gruff voice on the other end of the line grumbles, pulling you out of your daydream.
“I’m sorry!” You mumble quietly.
You didn’t mean to space out, but the reality of the situation you got yourself into was doing a number on your nerves. Readjusting in your seat you take a moment to try and calm yourself down. If you couldn’t pull it together then this was going to be the last time you ever got to answer that phone. And right now you needed the money.
“Don’t apologize if you didn’t do nothin’, I hate that shit.” He barks into the receiver.
“Le, let me start over!” you try your best to collect your thoughts before you open your mouth again. “Hi, I know we don’t know each other, but i’m-”
And you stop yourself.
The stern voice of your manager over the phone started to ring in your mind. They weren’t allowed to know your name, and like an idiot, you had almost blurted it out. God, how were going to manage to do this if you kept forgetting the simple stuff? He hasn’t even been on the phone with you for two whole minutes and you have already blown this.
“Your what?” He asks, and you can hear a slight sigh of frustration leave his mouth.
“I’m sorry! I’m normally better at this type of thing,” You say lowly.
God and now you felt horrible. You just admitted to a guy, a fucking pro that you couldn’t even handle the basics of your job. Which in black and white terms should be easy as pie. But for whatever reason, you just weren’t getting it. You couldn’t make your mind and your mouth work properly.
“Told you to stop doing that shit!” He growls, and you feel yourself reel a bit from the phone.
Now, this is just great, not only were you failing at doing the job you signed up for. But you had also pissed off your first and probably only last client. With the anxiety and now the threat of losing your only job. You felt your emotions start to crack under the pressure. None of the training you went through for the past week had prepared you for this. And you know that once your manager caught wind of your fuck up you were done for.
You tried your best to cease the welling of tears in your eyes, but they were on the verge of spilling over.
“Don't tell me your gonna start cryin’, that's the last thing I need.” He moans into the receiver.
"I'm s-"
"Don't" He growls into the phone.
The way he barked at you just seems to make it worse. And with a sad little gasp, you feel the first tear break free of your waterline and slide gently down your cheek. Your skin was already heated from having such an awful first day. And now you had a man downright angry at you for doing as simple as apologizing to him.
"Do you wanna do anything other than bark orders at me?" You say with a sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes. "As you can tell I'm already having a rough enough time!"
"Course I got stuck with the crybaby." He replies with a sarcastic tone. "Listen, sweetheart, I need you to close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths for me."
He still sounded mad, and his tone almost made you not want to listen to him. But after another soft sob leaves your mouth you decide to take the olive branch he was extending out to you. Doing as he told you, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. As if he can see your exact motions he starts talking yet again.
“Hold it for five seconds.”
And you do. As hard as it was to force your lungs to cooperate, you follow his instructions. Letting the breath out when he gives you the prompt. Breathing in again and holding it when he tells you to. He guided you smoothly through the entire process. Not missing a single beat as he softens his voice just enough to take the edge off your bubbling anxiety. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it was helping.
After a couple of minutes is when you noticed that he wasn’t as angry sounding anymore. If anything he was talking lower and almost softer to you. Keeping his voice smooth despite the gravelly tone he still carried. Focusing on his voice and listening to his guidance. Was making the tightness in your chest decrease. You had stopped crying and you finally felt comfortable enough to open your eyes once more. He must have been able to hear your breathing go back to normal. But he still gave you a few moments of silence before he said anything.
“You good?” He asked, his voice remaining soft.
And it kinda killed you to admit that it worked. You were no longer feeling so emotionally overwhelmed. Oddly enough felt a little bit of comfort from the asshole even if he was the root cause for your small breakdown.
"Yeah," You say softly. "Thank you."
He simply grunts on the other end before you hear the soft click of the line going dead. Leaving you sitting there listening to a dial tone completely stunned. It was one thing to critique how you handled yourself during that call. But it was another to just hang up on you without a word. Especially after going out of his way to walk you through an emotional breakdown.
Ripping the headphones off your head you hit the button to fully end the call. Pushing yourself away from your desk and forcing yourself to stand. A little haphazardly on your feet. Searching around for your crutches and pulling them to your body. You shuffle your way out of your bedroom and almost stumble into the living room. Your roommate at the kitchen counter looks up at you with a smile.
"How'd it go?" She asks brightly.
You just gave her a look that said more than you ever could. And in an instant, she was shutting her laptop and walking over to you. She slowly follows you as you limp over to the couch and flop down with a tired huff.
"I fucked it!" You moan letting your crutches fall to the floor and place your head in your hands. "Guy hated me, I'm gonna get fired!"
"I'm sure you didn't do that bad!" She tried to reassure you. "What makes you think you messed up so bad?"
Oh God, you didn't even want to admit it. It was far too embarrassing that it happened just a few moments ago. But to admit that you had a mini breakdown with a total stranger.
And fucking pro hero at that!
"I cried on him. He was being mean and I started crying" You admit after a few moments of internal struggling.
She didn't say anything for a moment longer than was comfortable. And you lift your head just long enough to catch a glimpse of her confused expression. Which in return confused you.
"I uh, hey it's OK! it was your first time! I'm sure Riko will have mercy on you." She says trying to comfort you.
But it was no use. You knew that you were about to be handed a swift kick in the ass out the door. How could you not once your manager gets the feedback from your interaction. The only thing you had left to do was go ahead and uninstall all the programs from your computer. And just wait for the dreaded call from her.
You spent the rest of the evening painfully recalling the phone call to her. Reliving every embarrassing detail that your mind hadn't blacked out. To save yourself from trauma. She took pity on you and ordered some takeout from your favorite place down the street. And helped you eventually laugh over the entire fiasco.
"I mean. He talked you through it?" She said with a giggle. "If some guy did that for me, pretty sure I would have thrown a ring at him instantly!"
“But he was so mean about it!” You tried to argue, catching her giggling fit.
“But I like 'em mean!” She laughs a bit harder as she watches your face contort into another face of embarrassment. “Oh my god! You do too!”
“Stop!” You whine, throwing your head away from her direction and falling over dramatically.
“Who do you think it was?” She asks tugging you back up into a sitting position.
You think about it for a moment, but come up blank. You didn’t follow any of the news anymore since you moved to the city. There were too many crime and horror stories playing on a loop. So you opted to just never turn on the tv unless you needed some kind of background noise. So in reality you had no real grasp on just how many heroes there were out there, nor did you know any of their names. And you liked it better that way until she had to go and open her mouth bout it.
“You know we aren't allowed to know that!” you chide. “Besides, it's not like it’s gonna matter anyway. He could be a scaly lizard man for all I care, the guy was still a jerk!”
“Are there any lizard pros out there?” She asks innocently.
And it was the way she looked while trying to rack her brain for that little piece of information. Sent you into another fit of giggles.
That night you went to bed feeling a little bit better. Yeh, you were probably going to lose your job in the morning, but at least you weren’t tearing yourself up over it as much. You might struggle for a little bit, but you could find another job until your worker's comp kicked in. That was going to be one of the first things you started to look at in the morning would be another job. You weren’t gonna let this one mistake haunt you forever.
You didn’t try to let yourself wallow in the mistake you made. But as you lay there getting comfortable under your plush sheets. Tucking your covers under your feet. You can’t help but let your mind wander over who your mystery man could have been. He seemed pretty rude to someone who was supposed to be a pro. He didn’t do anything but berate and criticize you and he even called you a crybaby!
But when he was talking you through your panic attack he did seem concerned. His voice did soften even if he was annoyed about it. He walked you through each and every step in a cool collected manner, making sure that you were ok before he moved on. Maybe it was just the years of hero training that he held under his belt. That made him revert into being a comfort for some stranger. but you hated to admit that he did succeed in making you feel better.
Even if he did just hang up on you after.
When you woke up the next morning, you immediately hobble into the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee. Deaf is set on finding something new for work. You check your emails on your phone out of habit. Sorting through spam emails. And checking to see if you had anything of importance waiting for you. And sent two hours ago was an email marked important from your manager Riko.
Here it was the dreaded email about how she was letting you go. She didn't even want to be bothered to call you and let you know. Accepting your fate you finally click on it and let it load.
And as you start to read she is letting you know that the mystery man from yesterday gave you a positive review. How she was glad to know that you would be a nice fit for the company if you kept up the good work!
But you blew it yesterday, why would he lie and say that you did well?
You stood at the counter in your kitchen a little flabbergasted by the email. Even more, confused as to why he would do something like that for you, a total stranger. He didn't owe it to you.
You gave yourself a little bit of time to process the fact you still had a job. Before you made your way back to your room and sat down at your computer. Turning it on and letting it start up for the day. Taking your time to fiddle with various things before you had to start work for the day. Fetching your coffee. And a small snack before you hit the button signaling you were officially online and ready for the day.
And it seemed like everything for the next two weeks went great. Your only mishap had been that first unfortunate phone call. Every other person you talked to was tired but nice.
Day after day filled you in on their lives and the things going wrong or right in them. They always thanked you for being a kind and open ear for them to vent to. And to be honest, even when they opened up about their failures. Or infidelity it wasn't as awkward or embarrassing as you initially thought it would be. You weren't there to judge, you were only there to listen.
As much as it left a bad taste in your mouth, you powered through it all. And you even started to feel more confident in your ability to do the job you had been hired for. Each phone call shows you new ways to show compassion to a group of people you didn't know needed so much support.
It was a lonely job, you found out quickly. Long hours and even longer emotional turmoil followed. The work never really stopped for heroes. Something was always taking up their time, be that a mission. Or being stuck at a scene fighting a villain for hours on end.
You understood now just how much it probably meant for them to have a place to vent. Someone anonymous person that they could spill their heart and soul to and get a few things off their chest. Which is why when they told you about the kid they couldn't save, you let them cry it out. Reminding them of all the people they did manage to save. When they admitted to sleeping that one time with a coworker you didn't have the heart to really scold them. It wasn't ok by any means but they all seemed to be touched starved and looking for an outlet.
It was a Friday evening when you were almost done for the day. You had a whopping five minutes left before you could shut down your software and clock out for the day. You had managed to fit in about six people to talk with. So it was been pretty busy for you.
But as you were about to hit the button to take yourself offline. You got the notification that someone was calling your line. And as much as you wanted to ignore the call, your wonderful roommate burst through your door.
"He asked for you! I'm sorry!" She whispered to you as you look over at her in a bit of shock.
Who the hell would ask for you? They didn't even know your name. What defining characteristics could they give the dispatcher in order to get to you? With a bit of a huff, you turn in your chair and hit the button, with your roommate standing close by trying to be nosey.
"Hello?" You greet the person on the other end with a happy tone.
"Bout fuckin time crybaby. Thought you might have quit or somethin'.”
The sound of the familiar gruff voice made your blood run cold, a shiver taking over your body. It was the guy from your first phone call. His voice had been haunting you still even after all this time had passed. Late at night when you were kiting in bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning into the night. His voice echoed in your mind. Berating you and making you feel bad all over again just for the simple fact that you freaked out.
Instantly all over again just hearing the sound of his rough voice. Forces your mind to once again fill with cotton, it was almost impossible to think.
“I, uh. Hello to you too?” You say as more of a question than a greeting.
This was a truly unexpected turn of events. You never in a million years thought that someone would ask for you, let alone be this guy again. You were sure he would have avoided you like the plague. Especially if your first interaction was anything to go by.
“So she does know how to talk.” He says a little sarcasm dripping from his voice.
It was at that moment that you knew you would punch him in his stupid smartass face. If you ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting this man in real life. He was clearly one of those people who took pride in bullying other people. Loud and obnoxious at that!
“Only when people aren’t being rude.” You retort a little too quickly. You hear the soft gasp of your roommate behind you as she inches closer to you. Her desire to snoop becomes too much to shoulder any longer. “But I can almost bet you don’t know how to be anything else.”
No, your time for the past couple of weeks had been far too easy, and this was karma coming back to bite you in the ass. What other reason would this man have for calling you up at almost the time you should be clocking out? If not for belittling you for a second time?
“Oof really got me with that one.” He stifles a chuckle at your words.
It just pissed you off more that he thought you were joking.
“I’ve got a whole lot more I could say, but I won’t because I wasn’t raised to bully people.” You try to mimic his tone.
“Calm down ya fuckin’ crybaby, it was just a joke.” He doesn’t even bother to cover up the fact that he was laughing at you now.
Forget punching him. Murder only carried a fifteen-year stint in prison, it might be worth it. Even with the impulsive thought running through your mind. You tried your best to collect yourself. Even if he was only here to rub salt in your emotional wounds, you didn’t want him to have the stratification of winning.
“Can I ask why you're calling me?” You asked. Turning on the pristine customer service voice you had perfected over the years.
You were over it already. This man had you about three seconds away from just hanging up and clocking out anyway. It wasn’t like the calls were recorded. You could easily lie and say your internet went out or something else happened. You didn’t have to sit here and take verbal abuse from a stranger pro hero or not.
“Don’t come at with that fake personality bullshit, I hate that.” He barks losing his almost giggly enthusiasm.
“You don’t like anything I do, so why would you ask for me?”
You can almost hear him pause on the other end, like the question itself never crossed his mind. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he called to give you a second round of grief.
“Ain’t you supposed to listen to me talk? What’s with the game of twenty questions huh?” He snarled into the line.
The fact that you seem to get under his skin even just a little bit made you smile. It was petty and small but you got back at him in some kind of fashion. His defensive tone was too easy to pick up on.
“Sure, what would you like to talk about today?” You ask sweetly. “Bully anyone new lately?”
“I wanna talk about you.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at his answer. Like hell you were going to give him the satisfaction of knowing anything about you. Not that you could tell much of anything, to begin with.
“Like what?” You ask, trying to keep up the overly sweet tone in your voice to set him off a little faster.
“Why’d you start bawlin’ your eyes out on me the other day for starters.”
The question should have been obvious to anyone with ears. He came out the gate being mean and calling you names. Mix that with the fact you were already overwhelmed and stressed. Had led to your slight emotional breakdown. But for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if he was just trying to bait you or if he just didn’t get it.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You snap. “Thought the problem was pretty evident.”
You can hear him huff and move something on his end. Sounded like maybe he was at a desk or something and he was rearranging things on it, maybe a stack of papers or a file. But the more you listened in on the silence on the other end you could hear the faint talking of people. They sounded far enough away that he wouldn’t be heard, but still close enough for you to pick up on their voices.
“Help me out here Princess, I ain't got all day.” The words left his mouth but they didn’t carry the same acidity as yours did.
Maybe he didn’t know why you started crying on him that first day. He just so happened to be the one who lit the match.
“Are you being serious? Or is this just another ploy to mess with me?’ You ask, unwilling to let yourself fall so easily into a trap.
“Just answer the damn question!” He grumbles into the phone.
And as you think for a moment about if you should tell him the truth or not. You can hear the faint clicks of a keyboard along with the crinkle of paper on his end of the line. You ponder on what it is he has to be doing while he is on the phone with you. Letting yourself get a little distracted by the background noise you hear. You have done this for long enough that you can pick up where most people are.
If it was loud, with lots of voices and traffic noises you knew they were on their way back from patrol. If you heard clicks and soft chatter most likely they were in their office. It was rare that you ever received a phone call with dead silence in the background. Though you suppose that with their line of work nothing stays silent for long.
“You there?” He calls out softly, almost like he expected you to have hung up by now.
“Sorry, I got distracted.” You say, and before he has a chance to bark out something rude you decide to indulge him just a little. “It was my first day, and I wasn’t supposed to work solo for another week.”
“Did I make you nervous?”
You can just tell he had a smirk on his face from the way he asked. He wanted to know if you were intimidated by just his voice.
“You were being mean.” You offer as a reason, not that it made it sound any less pathetic.
You hear the soft chuckle he lets out, and the squeak of the leather on his chair as he moves.
“Is that all it takes to get you worked up?” He laughs. “Good to know.”
You had a snarky reply just itching to roll off your tongue, but you were cut off by the sound of an alarm going off close by. And it was almost an instant switch in his voice, the way he went from being teasing to serious in less than a second.
“Gotta go, catch ya later crybaby.”
And without waiting for you to reply he hangs up once again on you. Leaving you sitting there listening to the dial tone of the dead phone line echo in your earphones. And for the second time in less than a month, you are left stunned by his lack of telephone skills.
“Who was it?”
The voice behind you calls out and your shriek when you realize you haven’t been alone this entire time. Throwing your headset off your ears and jerking your body in your gaming chair. Coming almost nose to nose with your roommate.
“It was that guy.” You finally manage to get out, holding your hand to your chest. “The one that made me cry.”
She looks just as shocked as you feel. As you try to force your heart to stop hammering away in your chest from her jumpscare.
“Sounds like it went a little better this time,” She smirks a little. “And he asked for you too!”
Her smirk turns into a full-blown impish smile as she gives you a look.
“How did he ask for me?”
She gives you enough room to be able to push yourself back from your desk and let you clock yourself out. Before standing up and grabbing your set of crutches next to you. She follows you at a slow pace as you walk out of your bedroom and into the living room. Almost flopping down onto the soft cushions of your shared couch, before she joins you.
She was already pulling out her phone and clicking through the dispatch log. Before you even registered what she was doing. A sly smile still playing on her lips as he clicks on a timestamp and hands you the phone.
And as you read the quick set of dialog that they record before each call. You see the words you were dreading finding out.
‘Lemme talk to the crybaby!’
In big bold letters was staring right at you. your roommate falls over with the biggest fucking laugh you have ever heard from her. A tiny snort leaves her when she moves her head to look at your face once more.
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bleedingredridinghood · 2 months
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Katsuki "The only person tougher than me is my girlfriend because she drinks orange juice after brushing her teeth and doesn't even CARE" Bakugou
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loving-august · 1 year
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the thoughts of bakugou being observant!!
fluff, lil angst, established relationship, mentions of anxiety, blood, mannerism, pro-hero au, pet names (my girl), fem!reader, one profanity , this is self indulgent, timeskip au + sfw!!
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Bakugou has a keen eye.
He knows when you are nervous. from your mannerisms of fidgeting your thumb with your index finger until it bled, he knows it like the back of his palm. He knows when to interfere with you because there are times that he knows you want to be alone and come back later when you are feeling a bit fine and let him handle you until you're okay.
But when things don't go well, he hugs you from behind you and he helps you to breathe properly. Not saying anything because he does not want to fuck it up.
He can save a lot from villain attacks in just one blow and you as his lover, he can save you too. Having someone to protect besides work is seriously anxious to have, but not for him. He makes sure that he's at the top of it.
With your now, fine breathing, he caressed your hair.
"That's my girl, breathe for me, " he said.
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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months
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Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧
Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.
Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.
16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.
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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.
“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.
“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?��� He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….
“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.
“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.
“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”
“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.
Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.
“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.
“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”
“What shit?” You ask, confused.
“Living.”
Fair deal.
Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.
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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”
“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.
“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”
“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.
Katsuki only sighs.
“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.
“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”
You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.
“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.
“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.
“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”
“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.
For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.
To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…
“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”
… Nevermind. Scratch that.
“Fuck no.”
Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…
“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”
The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.
“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.
“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”
That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.
You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…
This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.
Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.
Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.
“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.
For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.
You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.
“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”
“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.
If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.
“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.
“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”
There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.
“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.
“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”
Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.
“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.
“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”
Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.
“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”
You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.
“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.
“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.
“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.
Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.
“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.
“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”
“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”
Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.
“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.
“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.
“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.
This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.
Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.
You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.
If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.
“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.
“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…
“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.
Not like you would mind…
Oh damn.
You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.
“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.
“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.
“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.
Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.
… next chapter!
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Potato ramble:
- Sorry for the long wait, I swear I’m trying 😭 My new work schedule is kicking me in the ass. Hopefully, I’ll get used to it eventually, I’m already making some progress!
- I hope you liked this chapter, I had this idea in my head for ages and I couldn’t wait to finally write it down! I love this version of Katsuki so much.
Likes, comments and reblogs are more than appreciated! Send me your thoughts about the chapter in the comments 💜💥
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pamgkrthwrites · 8 months
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Imagine Fantasy Bakugou meeting fallen Angel reader(as in you were captured and your wings were cut off by horrible people) by finding your abandoned body bleeding out.
So he carries your body to his camp to fix you up. At first he allows the Bakusquad to help you recover but he catches Denki eating in the medical tent with your bandaged up back right there so he kicks all of them out.
Everyday he comes in 5 times a day, once in the morning and right before bed to change your bandages and put on some cream, the other three just to make sure your doing fine.
Once you do finally wake up, it takes you a while to relearn how to walk without your wings. Bakugou and the bakusquad are amazed about how quickly it takes you to learn their language(as it’s actually a plus of being an angel).
The group sleep in two tents, the boys and girls tent.
If you are feminine presenting, then Bakugou soon becomes anxious not being able to fix you like he use to. If you are masculine presenting then he will have mornings where he wakes up cuddling yoh and quickly pulls away.
Either way, he has fallen for you hard and didn’t even realise it.
He offers you to travel with them back to the Barbarian stronghold(main camp/base) and promises that they will protect you.
Depending on your interpretation of (non-Christian)Angels, your wings may or may not grow back. If believe they will, then Bakugou will ask you oh so very nicely for you to stay with him, even after your wings grow back. If you think they won’t grow back, then he asks I’m not as nice of a way but still wants you to stay with him.
He loves waking up in the middle of the night and seeing you lay beside him, looking so wonderful and dreamy. Kisses your forehead most of the time.
Is very aware that you don’t have as much of body muscle as normal humans do, so he tends to just carry things for you. He grumbled about it, but never complains.
Loves it when you slip your hand into his. His heart beats so fast but will never admit it.
Will ask permission to braid your hair in a barbarian style, but if you want it to be only be your angel culture braids, will learn how to do it just for you.
If(more like when) he finds the people who cut off your wings, he put them into a torture area in the barbarian camp and will dine in front of them as they scream in pain.
He takes you to them as says it’s a gift to you from you as he kisses your neck and shoulders. He will only let them go if you forgive them. But if you are still recovering or your wings don’t grow back, I have a feeling you won’t be forgiving them for a long time.
He calls you his dove, but never caged dove. Though he wants you all to himself, he would never deny you the chance to fly away if that’s what you wanted.
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katsukiizmoon · 9 months
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Helpful! Katsuki Chat AI Test Announcement
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-> Hi everyone! I have been working on a helpful Katsuki character ai bot. Please read the instructions and remember the disclaimer that everything characters say is made up! I'll be tweaking this a little bit here and there. -> Images show examples of conversations I've had with the AI and the function. -> Big fanks to @sasualblxd for helping me with testing it ! This is still a "beta" and there's no way for me to 100% control the ai.
-> LINK TO AI CHARACTER Hard Coded = The AI will automatically refer to this, it doesn't change and is kinda hard to make them change their mind on these things (but it'll sometimes still glitch) Soft Coded = AI uses this for reference and such for context clues and conversations. Includes some basic background shit. Lots of character traits.
❍⌇─➭ Katsuki's Information ↓ Hard Coded ↓ ✩ Pro Hero! AU ✩ 24 Years Old ☆ 6ft 3in ☆ Birthday is April 20 ☆ Zodiac: Aries ☆ MBTI: ENTJ ☆ Ethnicity: Japanese ☆ Gender: Male ☆ Pronouns: he/him ↓ Soft Coded ↓ ✩ Bisexual ✩ Does not like being told what to do or being looked down on ✩ Habitually asks user about if they've eaten or had water ❍⌇─➭ User Relationship Information & Other Notes ✩ You have both been together for about two years and live together. Sometimes the AI will get details mixed up. ✩ Uses pet names such as "bunny", "sweetness", "love". ✩ He will sometimes start roleplay as if he is "coming home" and will talk to you like he's at the store grabbing groceries etc. ✩ May occasionally make suggestive comments or tease about sexy time but he can't go further than that. ✩ Because this is based off of katsuki bakugou and not wattpad, he may be prone to banter, arguing, and other typical traits ✩ The AI will sometimes slip up and become more affectionate than Katsuki typically would, there's not much I can do about that I tried to hardwire the fucker to be a bit more distant ✩ If you notice immediate OOC when you open the chat, don't be afraid to restart the chat. Sometimes the thing glitches and makes him insecure as shit. Among other things, don’t take any bullshit he says personally just restart it.
❍⌇─➭ Important Guidelines for Usage ✩ Katsuki can generate quick meal ideas, when we tested this out, it's easier to ask him for a few lunch ideas than it is to ask him to make you a meal plan / generate recipes. ✩ It is also much easier if you give him three options for lunch and ask him what he thinks you two should eat for lunch ....-> sometimes he will make a comment on you needing more nutrition in / healthier food, I can't do too much to stop this. If you have an ED I'd say tread with caution and remember that it is merely an AI. ✩ When he asks your pronouns at the beginning, you should give him an easy method. If you spout of "she/they/him" it is more likely to confuse him. It's easier to say something "my pronouns are she, her and you can use they, them too. I'm your girlfriend." because sometimes if you have multiple pronouns, the bot gets confused on how to refer to you as. ✩ Fairly effective at generating and remembering morning / night routines. You may have to remind him sometimes, but you can ask him "what's my morning routine again babe?" and he'll give you one. ✩ Great for instructions. If you ask him how he normally cleans the bathroom, he will respond with step by step instructions. ✩ If you want him to be more in character based on MHA: You have to start the conversation a little snarky. I literally call him an asswipe routinely and he nicknamed me dorklord. ✩ Also Im gonna feed him some "Fanfic scenarios" almost, in the user / char example chats. Which could encourage him to say things you'll typically find in BKG X READER fics. So. We'll see how that goes. These will be updated once I get the chance. ✩ He can reject the user's wants for whatever he wants. This means that if I say "gimme some water" he can say "get up and do it yourself asswipe" ✩ He has the typical Katsuki Characteristics: domineering, confident, snarky, good cook, hates winter. But they're not hard coded.
❍⌇Everything the AI says is made up, use your brains and don't be dumb. I'm not responsible if you do something stupid / don't use common sense / etc.
❍⌇Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions or anything. It’s still a big WIP so be prepared for things to change a little here and there.
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star-light-imagines · 10 months
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can you do Bakugo x reader with an anteater quirk? like reader has massive powerful claws that can break through cement and they have really long tongue.. but they also have little round ears and a big fluffy tail
☆. ┊ Thanks you so much for your request, I hope you like what I came up with!
Hey, Fluffball.
☆.。.:* Includes- katsuki bakugo x reader. fluff. dating relationship. soft bakugo. teasing. protective boyfriend.
☆.。.:* Warnings- gn!reader! fluff, cute moments, nicknames, teasing.
☆.。.:* Word Count- 2,933
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The warm sun shined down from above as you stood barefoot on the sand, waves of cold clear water just inches from your toes. The fresh scent of sea salt engulfed your senses as a gust of wind blew around your body. 
Everything around you felt serene and peaceful, even the seagulls that were flying high up in the clouds seemed to relish in the bliss that you had the privilege of living in. You closed your e/c eyes slowly before inhaling deeply through your nose, the muscles in your shoulders relaxed. 
“Babe!” A husky voice echoed. 
You gently reopened your eyes as you searched for the direction of the voice, your head turning around the vast beach coastline. Your attention was caught by the blurry figure of a man in the distance, his strong muscular stature waved at you from down the beach. 
The heart in your chest started pounding like the persistent waves against the crumbing cliffs, the man called out towards you again and you couldn’t stop your feet from moving towards his voice. The first few steps were timid, unsure of whether to draw closer but once you had caught a glimpse of vermillion eyes, your steps quickened. 
“Babe! Come here!” The spiky blonde bellowed. 
A smaller figure appeared next to the larger man's figure as they both motioned for you to join them, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears as you started to race towards the two. Quick, rapid breaths let your mouth as you desperately ran down the beach to get to them, wanting nothing more than to be with the man who was calling out to you so lovingly and excitingly. 
The child was calling out to you happily as you ran, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying over your own breaths and the crashing of the waves on the sand beside you. 
Beep!
Your head jerked suddenly at the faint sound in your ears, before you looked back at the man just a couple of steps before you. A bright smile on his lips as he extended a hand towards you, his expression softening as he looked into your e/c eyes. 
His mouth opened to say something and your heart fluttered at the sight of the soft expression of love reflected in his vermillion eyes. 
BEEP!
You gasped loudly as the digital alarm blared and jolted you from your deep sleep. The quickened breaths dwindled down as you surveyed the dorm room with squinted eyes, the ‘6:00 a.m’ lighting up your face from the clock on the bedside table. 
You slapped a hand down to turn off the blaring noise, coming to terms with the fact you had to get out of bed for the day. Being careful of the claws you’ve become adjusted to, you rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes as you stretched and stepped out of bed. 
The little round ears on your head twitched at the sounds of doors opening and closing from the hallway, signaling to you that your classmates had also started to get ready for class that morning. 
You yawned loudly as you grabbed your uniform from your closet, a blush crept onto your face as your thoughts drifted to the dream you had been pulled away from. The vermillion eyes burned into your memory as you hid your face in the fabric in your hands. 
‘Bakugo..’
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The elevator doors opened with a chime as the bustling noise of your classmates greeted your ears. A low grunting voice made your heart skip a beat as you exited the elevator, your breath hitched as the ears on your head twitched and strained to make out the words of his faint voice. 
The tail behind you puffed up slightly in excitement, your steps quickened towards the lounge and kitchen area. When you stepped into the room, your eyes instantly caught the sight of the ashy blonde that occupied your mind day and night. 
“Good Morning Bakugo!” You greeted sweetly, a smile plastered on your face. 
“G’morning sleepyhead.” He greeted, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. 
He pulled a hand out from his pants pocket and extended it towards your head, his sharp brows pinched together as he ran his fingers through your hair fixing the remnants of bed head you had missed when brushing. 
Your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment at the slight affection he was showing you so early in the morning. You were used to his teasing behavior and sly remarks, but when he would switch to being caring and loving it always made your stomach flip. You were convinced he knew this too, and would pull out his sweet words when you least expected it just to see your reaction and tease you for it. 
“What’s wrong Fluffball? Your face got pink all of a sudden.” He teased with a smirk. 
You let out a huff of air as you pouted up at your boyfriend. “You know I don’t like being called Fluffball.” 
Hah!
His vermillion eyes narrowed playfully as he gave you a lopsided grin, showing his teeth. His hand extended out towards your head again, his warm fingers pinched one of the ears on your head sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth twitched from amusement as he caught the slight movement and the deepening blush on your cheeks, his eyes shined brightly as he stored that information away in his memory. 
“But it suits you so well! Fluffy ears, fluffy tail, you are a fluffball.” He teased with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“Why can’t you call me ‘Babe’ or ‘Love’ instead?” You asked, clear annoyance brimming at your tone. 
“Where’s the fun in that? You're a Fluffball, get used to it.” He said, grinning down at you. 
Bakugo intertwined his large hand with your smaller one, heat radiated off his skin and onto yours as he led you over to the breakfast that was prepared while you were still getting ready for school. 
You watched his back as you were dragged behind him, your eyes trailed along his wide shoulders and firm back before they caught onto the pink dusted ears peeking out from under his spiky hair. A small smile formed on your lips as your mind was flooded with thoughts of seeing him blush around you, for you. 
He stopped curtly at the buffet of breakfast food that Momo and Iida had prepared for everyone that morning, his hand loosened from yours as he reached for two plates and extended one towards you. Bakugo started to pile food onto his plate as well as yours with a grumble rumbling from his chest when he saw that you had only chosen a few things to eat. 
Bakugo leaned in closer to you, his body towering over you as he reached past your figure to grab a piece of toast. His lashes fluttered as he focused his attention on his actions, the overwhelming sweet scent of caramel flooded your senses. The jackhammering of your rapid heartbeat rang in your ears as you watched him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement running through your veins. 
Vermillion eyes locked with yours as he pulled back an inch, his face still close enough to where you could smell the mint toothpaste he had used that morning as he breathed. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of your tail swishing back and forth behind you, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. 
“Eat this.” He ordered, holding the piece of toast to your mouth. 
You looked at him with a raised brow before slowly lifting your hand to try and grab the piece of toast from him, but he moved it out of your reach. You narrowed your e/c eyes at him as he smirked at you from above and shook his head. 
“Let me feed you Fluffball.” He repeated with a sly smile on his lips. 
The blush on your face turned crimson at his words, the swishing of your tail stalled as it curled in excitement and your ears twitched ever so slightly as the fur felt as if it had been jolted with electricity. 
You opened your mouth timidly as you conformed to his request and let him hand feed you the piece of toast from his plate.
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Bakugo’s large hand was intertwined in yours as you two walked to class together,  his other hand placed firmly in the pocket of his pants. Your nose crinkled with happiness as you glanced at him as you walked down the hall holding hands with your boyfriend, you knew that you had found your soulmate. 
Your anteater quirk may have made you unique, but it was the love and respect Bakugo gave you made you believe you could actually be a hero someday. He had made it clear from the day you two spared against each other that he wouldn’t go easy on you, and he stuck by his word, he may of won against you easily in the beginning on the year but now that you had trained your quirk had grown strong enough to be more of a threat on the sparring mat. 
He saw the potential you had from day one and made sure you saw it too, making sure to give you notes and tips on your form and how to best use your claws in order to give more destructive blows. 
As you entered the classroom, the rest of your classmates greeted you warmly. They had witnessed your relationship blossom from the very beginning. They all knew how good you and Bakugo were for each other and how perfectly your quirks complemented each other in battle.
As you took your seats, Bakugo gave you a quick peck on the cheek before turning his attention to the lesson plan. You couldn't help but smile. It was moments like these that made you feel grateful for everything in your life.
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“Hey, Fluffball!” A husky voice calls out to you. 
The conversation you were having with Tsuyu paused suddenly at the deliberate call for your attention. You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned your head to the familiar voice, e/c eyes meeting the deep vermillion as he stared at you from across the classroom. 
“Yes Bakugo?” You questioned with a smirk playing on your lips. 
“Are you going to eat lunch with me or are you staying here with leapfrog.” 
Ahem!
“Rude.” Tsuyu scolded him with narrowed eyes. 
“I'm going to stay here today, we are talking about how Hatsume is upgrading our costumes and I want to get some more Ideas for it.” You explained with a bright smile beaming up at him. 
A rumble left his throat as he grumbled under his breath, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in frustration that he had to settle eating lunch with Kirishima and Sero instead of you by his side. 
“Fine, whatever.” He scoffed.
Bakugo stood from his seat, walking towards the classroom door before moving slowly, past your desk and leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You should start calling me Katsuki, Babe.” 
Your face flushed bright red at the words as he walked out of the classroom, leaving you a stuttering mess as you tried to answer Tsuyu’s questions on what Bakugo had whispered to you. 
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“Wait, remind me again. Who is Hatsume?” He asked, trying to remember the name. 
“Bakugo, really?” You laughed, giving him a lopsided grin. “She’s the support class engineer who fought against Iida in the sports festival.”  
“Oh yeah, the girl who wouldn’t shut up about her Inventions. Are you sure it’s a good idea to let her work on your support items?” He questioned. 
“Yeah, Ochaco and Midoryia both said she made great adjustments to their gear and mines in need of some desperate changes to accommodate my new skills.” You explained while thinking back to how you’ve been needing to update your costume since getting your provisional license but had kept postponing it. 
You opened the door to the support classroom with Bakugo beside you, the thick scent of smoke filled your nose and thick gray clouds escaped from the room from the opened door. As the smoke cleared you could see the pink haired girl jumping around the room excitedly as she continued to work on her various projects, not even noticing as you entered the room. 
“Welcome in, you here to get new support items for your hero costume right?” Power Loader confirmed as he looked at the form you submitted earlier in the week. 
“Yes, it would be nice if I could -” You started before getting interrupted. 
“OH! If you want support Items I have plenty!” Hatsume gushed excitedly. 
“I read the form too, you want something more comfortable and supportive of your claws right? But also something that can enhance the destructive power, since you can already break through cement it would be amazing to see how much more your claws could do with my baby’s help.” Her eyes lit up wildly as she examined your claws and hand sizes. 
“Just wait here, I have the perfect baby for you.” She exclaimed before running off to dig through the pile of support items she had stacked in a corner. 
As she threw items around to search for the one she had been looking for, a particular item had flown towards you. Bakugou quickly extended out a hand to grab the discarded support item in his hands and set off the crackling explosion in his palms as his annoyance bubbled over at the girl. 
“HEY! MOTOR MOUTH! WATCH IT!” He fumed, his lips drew back in snarl. 
“Opps! I found what I was looking for though! Here, try these.” Hatsume cheered as she handed you the support item to try on and started to explain how it worked and what it would enhance for you. 
At first the invention had seemed great and you were contemplating adding it to your hero costume, when you noticed the smoke starting to radiate from the support item. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process what had happened to it, whereas Bakugo had much quicker thinking time and reflexes. He tore the support item out of your hands and threw it across the room with rapid breaths as his chest rose and fell. 
The small explosion that followed was not caused by the ashy blonde standing beside you, but the support item that he discarded across the room that had just been in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked back at Bakugo whose eyebrows were furrowed heavily as he stared at the pink haired girl who was mumbling about her other inventions. 
“THAT’S IT!” He scowled angrily. 
“I can’t take anymore of this insanity, power loader you better make sure whatever crazy eyes here creates for y/n doesn’t explode!” He ordered before interlocking your hand with his and dragged you out of the room. 
As you walked back to your dorm room, Bakugo's grip on your hand tightened. "I'm not letting anything happen to you," he said, his voice low and fierce. You squeezed his hand in response, grateful for the unwavering support he had always shown you.
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“I had a really good dream about you last night.” You mumbled happily as you laid your head on his chest. 
His chest rumbled underneath you as he chuckled.”Oh? What happened in this dream of yours, Fluffball.” 
“We were on a beach, it was really peaceful and we were older but not too much older than we are now.” You start relaying your dream to him as you close your eyes to remember the details. 
“Hm. Sounds boring.” He teased as he ran his fingers gently through your hair, ever so slightly brushing against your ears every now and then. 
A shiver ran down your spine at the contact of the warmth radiating from his hand connecting to the small round ears on your head, your tail curling with excitement as you breathed out peacefully and your lashes fluttered closed. 
“It was peaceful and serene. The day was perfect, we didn’t have to work, there were no villains needing to be taken down, no wars to fight. We were just enjoying the bliss while it lasted and-” You stopped suddenly, your breath catching in your throat as you remembered the small figure that appeared. 
“And?” He urged you to continue. 
“And I’m pretty sure we had a child with us too.” You mumbled, a blush crept on your face as you tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks by rubbing your face into his chest. 
“You're right, that does sound like a really good dream.” Bakugo commented after a moment of silence between you. “I’ll make sure to make that dream come true for you.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
☆○o。A/N: Would you look at that, I didn't write him cussing in this one. I figured I should at least have one post where he wasn't cussing the whole time.
I'm sorry that this is shorter than my other works, but I wanted to keep this one more light and flowy.
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kajinovaa · 7 months
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i have angsty thoughts of being Dynamight's intern and also potential partner, but having lost faith in the heroic system before reaching that crucial privotal point. so now dead smack in the middle of the gen's villainous acts, Bakugou's gone through 2 kinds of investments. it's all gone to waste. so ofc he's gonna be borderline losing it when visiting my cell OTL
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http-tokki · 22 days
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~tags/cw: mature content, pregnancy, allusions to abortion, establish relationships, aged up characters (23-25) katsuki is not ready to be a 23 year old teenage parent, domesticity.
a/n: this is a draft dump. it’s not proofread or edited. idk the word count x
“ ‘Suki, I need you to come here” your voice shakes as you stare down into the bathroom sink. “Now, please”
You wait and listen and when there is a lack of footsteps coming your way, you call again. “Bakugou. Bathroom, please”
A groan comes from the living room, then the sound of the couch moving and then footsteps. “Bakugou? Am I in troub-woah, what’s going on?”
Katsuki stops in the doorway, brows furrowing as he takes in the sight of you leaning over the sink, eyes trained on the drain. He had seen you like this before and it was usually before you started heaving your guts up and you called him to hold your hair, but you were so still, he didn’t think you were about to puke.
“Can you look at these and tell me if I’m going crazy?” Your voice is small.
These?
Katsuki steps into the bathroom, fear creeping into his stomach at the unknown and when he peaks over your shoulder, his heart all but stops.
Sitting in the porcelain basin is three positive pregnancy tests. No faint lines or maybe yes’s. Three bright pink plus signs staring at him from what was once his peaceful baby free bathroom sink.
“Ahhh…” he starts, unsure of his ability to form a coherent sentence, and backs away from your shoulder. “You….ummm”
You sigh. “Yep that’s what I thought”
Bakugou watches as you turn to face him, as you sink to the floor and pull your knees to your chest, eyes starting to cloud with tears.
“What…. Do?” His mouth is opening and closing as if he is gasping for air. “Are we?”
“I don’t really know” you answer is unformed questions, shaking your head. “I just need to sit and think for a second”
He nods and joins you on the floor. Your breathing is heavy as you desperately try to stop the room from spinning, the fear rising in your stomach as the weight of reality sinks down on your shoulders. You can feel the weight, the heaviness on the situation pushing down, shoving you to the floor in a harsh jolt but you don’t hit the tiles. You sink through the concrete and down down down into the earth below. You’re not ready to be a mum, to carry a baby for nine months and then be it’s caregiver for the rest of your life. You’re barely an adult, how were you meant to be a parent?!
You hear Katsuki talking next to you but it’s as if you’re underwater. His voice is garbled and unintelligible. Katsuki. What did he want? You can’t ask him to give up his career for a baby. He’s barely a pro and now this. He-
“Hey, you need to breathe!” Hot hands on your shoulders pull you back to reality. “You’re going to pass out so take a breath, please”
You blink away the tears, eyes clearing as you return to the bathroom. Air rushes into your lungs as you open your mouth.
“Okay, and now out” he instructs.
Your body sags as the air leaves. You both repeat the steps of manual breathing until you’re back, chest moving in a natural rhythm and even then, he doesn’t let go of you.
“Katsuki, I don’t know what to do” you admit, defeat lacing your voice.
You know what you want to do but it’s not just you in this situation. It was every much Katsuki’s issues as it was yours.
“What do you want to do?” His voice is uncharacteristically small.
“I don’t- I can’t” You shake your head. “What do you want?”
Katsuki shakes his head. “Nope. It’s your body. You decide. What do you want?”
You take in a deep breath. “I can’t do this. I don’t want this.” you admit.
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that cause of me?”
“I’m sure. I can’t even feed myself most days I’m not going to be a mother” your voice cracking as your sentence comes to an end.
You watch as Bakugou’s body slumps in relief. “Oh,thank god.” his reprieve is short as he grabs your hands and frantically scrambles to patch up any blows he had made to your ego. “of course i want to have kids with you but one day, i just don’t think i’m, were, ready right now but one day we can have a baby, a million babies if you want but i don’t think that-“
“ ‘suki, you need to breathe” it’s your turn to offer comfort, gripping his hand in yours so hard you worry you might hurt him. “we’re not having this baby but that doesn’t mean that maybe one day, we won’t but right now, it’s not happening.”
Katsuki nods, breathing still frantic but it was slowing, becoming deeper and more even.
“not today.”
“not today. one day, but not today.”
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bakuwhcre · 9 months
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note; please let me know if anyone would like a story of this.
bakugou panted softly as he laid his forearm over his eyes, hands stroking his cock with each thought of you. you were so. . . annoying. so obnoxious. . . he hated you. but god, that hero costume clung to your body so tightly. "fuck that bitch." he hissed as he thrusted up into his hand to meet it's movements. "fuck you." he whispered as his free hand tightened, pace quickening and soft airy moans slipped free. swallowing heavily and eyes squeezing shut, he released himself with a string of curse words.
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pixeldemonia · 5 months
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🖤🧡
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I didn't knew what to do with the background so I just started doodling shit until i fill out the blank spaces
The chibi in the corner is so cuteeeee
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hauntedparadises · 11 months
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You've heard the stories about his people and what they were capable of, merchants passing through were always willing to tell the tale of the barbarians and their lust for blood and treasure. Nightmarish versions of dragons breathing fire and quick to leave a trail of bodies and ash in their wake. Tales that you were certain came right out of an outlandish fairytale.
But when your tiny village comes under attack you are captured and taken to a strange new kingdom with the two small children in your care. You don't speak their language or understand the strange customs they have. What's even more confusing is why the Barbarian prince has taken you as a prize. Now you must navigate this new world and all the surprises it has in store for you.
Bakugou X reader fantasy AU.
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A03 / M.list
General warnings for chapter: Language barriers, Violence, death, Kidnapping, Parenting, Angst
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Your village was small, minuscule, compared to the other places surrounding you. Calm and peaceful. A place you had called home since you were born. Now filled with mostly elders, it was a quiet farming community that supplied fresh food to the kingdom a day's travel from here. It was under the protection of the king who swore that no harm would fall upon your tiny village, as long as you held up your end of the treaty made all those years ago. Most of the able-bodied men were recruited to be a part of the king's guard, which left only those too old to fight and the rest who were still children.
But the king hadn’t lied, you were under his protection. Many knights passed through your village, picking up the weekly offerings of freshly grown crops. While those who were just out on a voyage made their presence known. But it wasn’t like you had much to fear in the first place. All over, the kingdom had been in a long-standing peace treaty, after tiring of the endless battles and death. Which opened up the opportunity for unity and growth.
A growth you were happy to take part in up until six months ago.
Your childhood friend lost her life. Her husband met his tragic end just before she found out she was with their second child. You did your best to console her when the news finally reached the village, and if it had not been for your constant support, you would have lost both her and the baby that night.
But you did what any friend would do and you stepped up. Moved into her home, so you could help her take care of her child, a small boy who just hit age four. He had big blue eyes and beautiful red hair just like his mother. A happy child, despite the tragedy that struck his family. The two of you formed a loving and safe space for him to grow up in.
About to be a mother for the second time, she fought to welcome her child to this world. You were able to successfully deliver her baby with the help of the town's doctor. He plopped the fresh baby girl, wailing so loudly she almost matched the cracking thunder from outside, into your arms as he worked frantically to help your friend recover.
As if life didn’t find it cruel enough to take her husband away, it then stole her from you as well. She barely even got to see the beautiful baby girl she just gave birth to before the gods decided to whisk her away. She was bleeding too fast and too heavily for the old doctor to fix. All you could do was clutch the screaming child in your arm as you held her mother's hand. Silent tears streaming down your face as she used her last moments to make you swear an oath to her.
“Take care of our children… Please.”
You didn’t even have time to process those heavy words before you nodded your head and let out a heavy sob. The gods took her away before you could form anything close to a yes.
Our children.
The words still linger in your mind every time you see the children. You know in your heart that she wasn’t just talking about her and her late husband. She was talking about you as well, the one who had taken on the supporting parent role after the loss of her husband. The one who would have helped her raise these precious angels that were now left entirely in your care.
For months now, deep into the autumn season, you had taken on the role of a new parent. Living and learning as you went about trying to properly care for such tiny humans. You were left with more questions than answers though as time ticked by. You had no real way to feed a new infant. By the grace of the gods, they supplied you with an answer. The neighbor down the road gifted you a goat, as a gift of mourning, supplying you with a way to feed this new child. The other women in the village helped you to craft a vessel out of clay and leather so the baby could feed.
So, with your newly acquired family, you start doing the work of two people. Tending to the fields and selling what you could spare at a little stall in the village. Often bartering one thing for something you needed. Working alongside the others to just survive.
But all of that couldn’t be further from your mind when you heard the first warning bell go off in the distance. What was once a bright and sunny day had quickly become one of pure fear. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest when you first heard the warning bells.
Raiders were near.
You were too far inland for raiders to find your small town. There was nothing of value here, why would they attack? You were but simple farmers and elderly people now. Your mind raced as you tried to think of any reason they might attack your village. Maybe they were coming to ransack the crops you hadn’t yet sent to the kingdom?
You quickly abandoned your food stall in favor of saving not just your life, but the lives of the small children you were charged with. You were panicking as you bolted down the dirt path back to your home, all the way on the other side of the village. You had the baby wrapped securely to your chest, while the toddler you were nearly dragging along, before scooping him up and throwing him over your hip. You rushed home as fast as you possibly could.
You can hear the yells from the town behind you, and the screams start as you run. You hold your tiny humans closer to you to keep them from bouncing as you stumble. Finally, in the distance, you could see the small shack that you called home. Nearly out of breath and straining for air. You manage to make it to the door, just as the screams start growing louder.
Throwing it open, you quickly shut it behind you. You let down the eldest child who can stand on his own, while you shove what sturdy furniture you have in front of the door. The loud scraping noise is painful to your ears, but you’re not stopping now to give yourself a moment to breathe. You run to the corner where the trap door that leads under your house is, and run back to the toddler once you open it.
His panicked cries ring out as you guide him under the floor. Slowly you lower yourself behind him. You stop to crawl on your hands and knees into the furthest corner only after you grab the handle and close it. It wasn't much, but with any luck, the raiders would take what was in the house and leave you and the children be.
In the meantime, you start trying to soothe two extremely upset and scared children.
"Shh, my love. I need you to be quiet!" You brush the hair out of the toddler’s face. "Remember when we played the quiet game? I need you to stay as quiet as you can, ok?"
You beckon him to stifle his tears. You are gently trying to soothe the crying baby cradled into your chest with a wrap. Spending time cooing at her, and gently rocking her back and forth.
The overwhelming desire to keep the promise you made to their mother before her untimely death was hitting you hard. You remembered her words, to keep her children safe, her dying wish. So far you had been successful in keeping that promise. You had not let an ounce of harm come to them. Their biggest worries were the occasional scraped knee or bruise that children tend to get while playing.
You would protect them until your last breath if it meant they lived to see another day.
It took a few minutes but you succeeded, they both quieted down, and now the young boy let out nothing more than a couple of residual sniffles as you pulled him into your side. Your success came just in time.
You can hear the loud roar of the raiders trekking closer and closer with each passing second. The harsh clang of their swords and metal bashing against metal rang out in the world outside. You could hear the foreign language they yelled growing ever closer.
All you could do was sit and pray to whatever God might pity you enough to listen. Rocking the tiny children gently in the hopes that this would be over soon enough.
But luck didn't seem to be on your side today. After a few moments of quiet, you heard the unmistakable screech of your furniture being shoved away from the door. A moment later you heard the chatter of two men just a few feet away from where you sat hidden away.
Their heavy boots kicked up dust and dirt as they entered the threshold, sending flecks of debris raining down on the three of you through the floorboards. Still, you prayed that they wouldn’t notice you were here. You had nowhere else to run, and you were sure you would meet your death today if they found you.
One of them laughed as he started to move your furniture around, the other one plopping down in a discarded chair next to where the table used to sit. They were rifling through your few belongings, looking for valuables. They wouldn’t find much you thought to yourself, you didn't have any jewelry, or anything valuable except for your life.
Even that wasn't worth much.
Your body refused to relax as the men carried on just above your head. Talking in a language you couldn’t understand; you flinched each time they laughed loudly enough to shake the frame of your home. Your breaths came out in soft pants as they plundered your house. After only a few minutes, which felt like an eternity to you, they must have grown tired of finding nothing. You watch through the cracks in the floorboards as their shadows stand and move towards the still-open door. Finally, they started to walk away while you waited with bated breath. Just as they crossed the threshold back out of the house; the tiny, innocent baby cradled into your chest moved and started to wail.
In the blink of an eye, they were darting back into the house, standing right above you. Now both children crying as the dust falls around you. Panicked screams escaped you as a heavy booted foot is lifted into the air and stomped down on the fragile wood of the floor. The plank gives under the pressure and wooden splinters rain down right in front of you.
A hand was quick to reach for the other planks and easily rip them from the floor like they were nothing. You were met with the red eyes of a man with a mouth full of sharp teeth. His wide smile didn't bring you an ounce of comfort as he started to speak, turning his head, and talking to the other person in your house.
It didn't take them more than a few seconds to find the trap door and have it open.
The redhead was speaking to you through the hole he ripped in your floor, but you didn't understand a single thing coming out of his mouth. It sounded like one of the languages from one of the distant lands you heard about in stories from the passing knights. Long vowels and rough consonants, nothing close to what you spoke here.
When he finally realized that you didn't know his native tongue, he was quick to pull back and try to coax you out of the subfloor; a big predatory smile plastered on his face.
The jig was up, they knew you were here, and the only thing you were doing now was delaying your own inevitable death. But still, you couldn’t make yourself move. When he grew impatient after a minute, his hand reached down to rip yet another board from your floor, quickly widening the hole he could see you through.
It didn't take him very long at all to widen the hole enough to step down into the subfloor where you remained, cowering. Half his body was still concealed, but he was quick to remedy that as well. With both hands, he grabbed board after board until he had enough room to bend down, knees popping lightly as he crouched, to see you.
The voice of the other man was angry and violent sounding as he spoke from above, causing the red-haired man to turn his head and respond to him. After a couple of exchanges back and forth, he turns back to you and holds out his hand for you to take.
You can only shake your head and try shield the children by pulling them farther away from him. For a few minutes he did try to keep the smile on his face to seem unthreatening, but soon it was replaced by annoyance. He moved quicker than you thought someone his size could, and grabbed you roughly. He wrestled you around so he could lift you out of the hole. You couldn’t put up much of a fight against his massive figure. He easily towered over you and threw you onto your back on the floor above. There you saw the other man, with black hair as he lifted you from the floor. He looked you over for a moment before his eyes wandered down to the screaming infant swaddled to you; his eyes rolling before he talks to the redhead still in the hole. It only takes them a moment to grab the toddler from the corner and lift him out of the dirt space; placing him on the floor above, while his tiny hands reach out to you for comfort.
The redhead quickly climbed out of the hole to look over his spoils, speaking to the black-haired man with a smirk, before they looked back towards the town. A large hand wrapped around your arm as they lead you back towards the fire and smoke rising from your once peaceful village.
Try as you might you couldn’t keep either child from crying, their panicked-filled wails ringing out into the open air. You don’t blame them, if you had any sense left in you, that's what you would be doing too.
You couldn’t keep up with the two large men, needing to take two steps to their one, and this seemed like a slow pace for them. They carried on a casual conversation with each other as if they hadn’t just demolished the place you called home to ashes. The extent of their destruction becomes much more evident the closer they make you walk to town.
Smoke was billowing from every direction, as you approached, you could still hear the occasional scream of a villager before it was snuffed out. They were bringing you all the way back to town, just so you could die with the rest of the townsfolk. You were passing by massive man after massive man; each seemingly taller and bulkier than the last, making the people of your small village seem tiny in comparison. Some of them were already partaking in the spoils of their raid as you passed by; drinking spirits in the street, eating the bread from the abandoned and busted bakery. The smell of burning flesh hit you like a punch to the gut the closer you got to the center of town. All the while the cries and whines of the innocent people around you seemed to be drowned out by the impromptu party going on.
As you made it to the center of town, there stood a large number of the raiders. They were all half dressed in leather and furs, with sharp pointy jewelry. Some were covered in blood, while others laughed. The sight of your poor town in shambles while these people stood around and celebrated made your stomach turn. Who knew how long you had left to wallow in your misery, you thought bitterly.
What stopped you in your tracks, making the red-haired man's hold on your grip tighter around your arm; was when your eyes landed on a man who was standing next to a burning pile of carts. Massive build, tall, with ash blonde hair, and eyes the color of blood. He looked angry if his face was to tell you anything. His arms were crossed over his bare chest, as his cape blew in the breeze behind him.
When your captor called out to the man and he turned his attention in your direction, your heart sank.
You knew who this was.
You had indulged one too many times in the company of the passing travelers as they made their way through your village. For a night's shelter, they sat around the large bonfire and retold stories of distant lands, ones filled with fairies and trolls. Ones where magic was said to be wielded by a few great wizards. Some even told tales of the dragon nation; a kingdom full of overpowered half-humans, and some joked half-dragon warriors. Hell-bent on pillaging and destruction. Setting fire to the world around them, just for the fun of it. Taking what they wanted and leaving nothing else but scorched earth behind.
It was said the first dragon king had made a pact with the worst kind of demon for the promise of power. Unbeatable strength, a strong resistance to injury, and an immunity to the elements. Creatures of the underworld that were feeding an incurable hunger to wreak havoc on the mortal plane.
The massive blond standing in the distance was the prince; and even worse than the original king if the rumors were to be believed. Angry and snarling as he happily took the lives of innocent people. Leading his hell spawn warriors on a mission to destroy not just the world closest to them, but to new distant lands as well.
Always searching for new treasures to add to the horde.
As you were pulled in his direction you couldn’t help but let silent tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. If the stories you heard about them were true, then you can only wish a quick death on yourself and the children in your care.
You were all too quickly closing the distance between what you deemed a safe distance and too close to his fearsome presence. The frown on his face turns to an even deeper scowl when he sees your tiny family approaching.
As you got close, the redhead talked to the man loudly; patted him on the back and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Causing the man to give you one good look over, before he beckoned you to come closer.
But you couldn’t force your feet to move, the fear of impending death was lingering and it had you completely frozen in place.
Annoyed, he moved in front of you instead. His massive figure towered over yours as he leered down at you. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, lifting your head up. Turning your face so he could get a better look at you before his eyes glance down to the baby who was now quietly curled into your chest, and the toddler, who was clinging to your leg.
He turned his head and nodded in your direction, speaking to the red-haired man. They spoke back and forth in their strange language that you didn’t understand; but it was clear they had come to some kind of agreement. Nodding heads and hushed words as their eyes glanced back to you every few seconds.
When the blond turned his attention back to you, you were surprised to see his eyes didn’t hold the same anger you had seen just moments before. If anything, he just looked annoyed now; teetering on the edge of two conflicting emotions.
He still sounded angry as he talks while looking at you, but his face told you a different story. If he was talking to you, or about you, still you had no clue; but his mouth was moving and it seemed like maybe they were talking about you still. You hadn’t noticed you were holding your breath until he finally released your chin. Sucking in a deep breath as soon as your body could react.
The red-haired man once again took hold of your arm, this time more gently than before. He leads you to a small clearing where there looked to be others that made it through the pillage of the town.
The group was made up of women and children, and there weren’t many of you. Maybe a dozen or so women of childbearing age still. With them were a handful of children, lingering around and clinging to their mothers too afraid to move. As he guided you towards the remaining group of surviving villagers, he motions for you to sit with them. They already had two massive men standing watch over the group. He said something to you before he walked off, his voice soft as he gives you one last look before nodding in their direction.
What do you think they want?" The young girl beside you asks, her voice wavering as she spoke.
"I fear they may be planning to take us as prisoners." The woman on the end said.
"We don't have anything they would want!" Another woman hissed.
It was a small outburst from each woman as they went over their theories about why you were still alive. And by the time the sun had set in the sky, you had your answer.
The fires were slowly dying out, just as the dreadful sound of a roar filled the chilly air. In the distance, and growing bigger with each passing second were, a set of dragons. Their massive wings sent dirt flying around as they soared in close to the ground, before landing.
The other men were readying their horses, and gathering up their supply carts full of their plunder. It didn't take long as each of the women and children were led away. You watched, steadily growing more nervous as the last few survivors were led away until you and the children were alone.
It seemed like the dragons were being loaded with the treasures from all of their trips. Looking closely, you realized they had far too much stuff with them for it to all have come from your town. Huge straps held large bags to their backs, leaving plenty of room for their wings to expand and fly freely. They were huge, red, leathery beasts whose roars rattled and shook everything around them, bellowing smoke as they stood still. Almost like they were waiting for their next set of orders.
By now both of the children in your charge were sleeping. The baby still nestled into your chest, soaking in your body heat, and the toddler is with his head in your lap. The fact you had even made it this far into the night surprised you.
You were certain earlier, when they found you in the subfloor, you wouldn’t make it to see your final sunset.
Instead, that same massive redhead from earlier was walking back towards you, squatting down to your level, and holding his finger up to his lips, a silent plea for you to remain quiet. He didn't touch you; instead, gently lifting your toddler from your lap. Cradling his head as he lifted his sleeping form to lay against his chest, his little head soundly sleeping on his shoulder.
You watch closely as he stands back to his full height and holds a hand out for you to take. This time you have no choice but to trust him as you took his hand. He walked slower this time while he led you. The two of you didn’t stop until you are led back to the same angry-looking blonde, who was readying a horse. You eye him warily as he stands adjusting the saddle and looking over towards you.
The redhead drops your hand as soon as you were within reach of the blonde; who pulls you into his chest with a look that told you to not move. He looks down at the tiny bundle still sleeping on your chest, saying something in his native tongue before he places a foot into the stirrup and pushes himself over the horse, settling himself on its back.
He quickly gave you a look before he held out his hand. You take it without much thought. You expected him to be strong, but not strong enough to completely lift you to sit in front of him. Giving you room to swing your leg over the horse, his hands came around your sides and grabbed the reins allowing you time to make yourself as comfortable as you could in his embrace.
You panic slightly as you look over and see the redhead walking away with your toddler; but the blonde was quick to guide your eyes to the other sleeping children in one of the carts. You watch, frozen, until you see him being placed down gently while a fur is thrown over his tiny body before you allow yourself to breathe.
It seems like you were the last of the spoils of war to be loaded up; because not long afterwards the small army set off in the direction you assumed their kingdom must be. However far that may be from here.
The gentle trot of the horse and the immense heat radiating off of the blonde behind you were starting to take its toll on your exhausted mind and body. While it was clear that your death would not come tonight, you still held a high amount of anxiety about what was going to happen in the near future.
With each step, the horse took deeper into the dense woods, and the lull his body heat provided; it was almost enough to have you drifting into sleep. You caught yourself with your eyes closed only to jerk your head up as soon as it would fall. It had been over an hour of traveling now and you didn't know how much more you could handle before you passed out.
He mumbles something under his breath from behind you before he leans over and pulls something out of the satchel on the side of the horse. Tapping your thigh with his hand and motioning for you to lean forward; you felt warmth envelop you as he wraps a thick red material around your body. The thick white fur lining the edge gives you an extra layer of protection from the cold. He took care to leave a gap in the front big enough for the sleeping child to still get air.
He was gentle when he reached up and guided your head back onto his shoulder; your head falling to the side, cushioned by the fur lining the cape. It was so unexpected, nothing like what you thought he would do. His hand comes back down to wrap around your middle and steer the horse, securing you to him once more. He moved in such a way that made you feel like he was afraid of spooking you.
As afraid as you were, you still couldn't keep your body from being pulled into sleep. The thought of death drifted from your mind as the overpowering scent of this blonde man filled your senses; it was strong, smelling of smoke and amber, with the scent of fir trees lingering underneath it as well. You found it strangely comforting, you realized, as your body became limp against his.
This was how you spent the next four days. Traveling. Only stopping long enough to refresh everyone and take a short break. Then it was back on the horses until the next stop.
You have never been this far away from the place you called home. Nothing about the landscape looked familiar to the one you had grown to know. Your big forests and lush greenery had been slowly replaced by a much more drastic scene. The weather was colder here, the trees sparse and bare. It was almost like it was already wintering here despite the fact it was only just the end of summer
In fact, it looked just like snow was beginning to fall around you the farther from home you got. The wind kicked up as you continued moving.
But once you saw that towering castle, set behind a massive wall of ice and stone you were proven correct. It wasn't just a trick of your eyes that made it look like it was snowing.
The massive drawbridge came down as soon as the guards were close enough to see the horde coming back home. Off in the distance, a large mountain was bellowing smoke and rumbling; only adding to the mystery of your new home.
The streets were alive as you cross the bridge and go through the gate into a large town. People of all ages were dressed warmly, going about their lives along the clean streets. Women and children, each one different looking from the next one walking by; stopping only long enough to bow their head at the man holding you in his grip as they pass. All the way to the looming castle people stopped and stared. You couldn't help but feel the gaze of each and every person you pass fall upon you. None of them judgmental, but more curious than anything else.
You started to wonder if this was a common occurrence. Every person you passed by looked so different. They all had to come from different villages and kingdoms. Maybe they were just like you at some point. Taken from their homeland and brought here against their will.
None of them looked distressed or unhappy at the sight of their prince. If nothing else, they looked like were fond of him. Giving small smiles and nodding of their heads along the way. More respect than you had ever seen for the king that promised you protection.
It was a whirlwind once you reached the castle.
The strange blonde dismounted the horse first before he reached up to help you down. Once you got your footing, his massive hand wrapped around your arm and tugged you off in the direction of the main doors. Tall, metal, and more massive than you first thought the closer you moved toward them. You realized that close behind you was the redhead; making a casual stride to meet you, with your toddler sitting on his shoulder. His bright blue eyes were alive with joy as the man bounced him gently as he walked.
It wasn’t something you had seen for such a long time, you almost forgot he knew how to smile.
Once the two of them reached you, the blonde stopped long enough for you to take back your other child. A small pout on his face as he was handed over to you. It seemed like he had been treated well enough that he didn’t fear the wall of a man handing him over while in his care. His little hands waved around and talked fast as he told you about the little adventures. You heard about how when he woke up the big man had something to show him, or fed him something new.
From what you gathered he had been taking good care of your tiny human in your absence.
The fast pace you were forced to walk through the castle didn’t give you much time to look around. From what you did see, this place was far beyond the scope of how you thought the people of the dragon nation lived. Large marble slabs, of various sizes, made up the floor; cut into perfect rectangles and laid out in a uniform pattern. Large stone pillars and chandeliers were spaced out in between the massive windows that lined each hall. The colors are a blend of greys and brown, warm and inviting despite the intimidating size of the place. You walked, finally gaining back some of the warmth you were craving ever since the blonde had pulled himself away from you.
It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Massive and fancy, you felt completely out of your element. Even the main entrance was at least three times the size of your little home in the countryside. Now you understand why those men laughed as they ransacked your home.
Whatever hall they were leading you down was going straight to a grand set of doors at the end. Long runner carpets in deep red ran down the center of the hall. The wide and heavy drapes are open allowing the fading light from outside to filter in. As you made it to the doors, they are pushed open by two guards standing watch outside.
You didn’t realize he was dragging you to the throne room.
A set of thrones sit perfectly aligned at the end of the room. A small stack of chairs leads your vision up to them. Almost making them seem so much more daunting as they sat upon their alter. Highbacked thrones loomed against the golden glow of the candles now being lit by maids. Even from where you were standing you can see the intricate design that had been carved into each one. A true sight to see once you got closer. The dark wood was glossy and smooth, sitting against the leather of the seat.
All eyes were on you as you were led towards the small gathering of people near the thrones. Each one dressed just as barbaric looking as the man who still held a tight grip on your upper arm. Heavy furs and primal-looking jewelry adorned each one, giving you a visual fitting those of the stories you had heard so long ago. It was easy to tell who the King and Queen were. Standing tall and proud, they dressed like they were always ready to lead a war.
Their son, looked like a perfect mix of both of them, although he took after his mother's hair color and delicate features. He clearly had the build of his father. They shared massive shoulders, that made it look like he could lift stones the size of the house with ease. It was impressive how well their genes mixed to make the hulking offspring who held you captive.
He stormed towards them as he talked loudly in his native tongue, leaving you yet again in the dark about anything that was being said. You couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around how they were able to form such words. Deep and guttural, so foreign to your ears; and violent sounding as they almost barked at each other.
But it fit them so well.
It was apparent they were arguing back and forth, their hands waving around wildly as they yelled. Occasionally being thrown into the air and, at one point, the blonde woman even pointed at you. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet under her gaze. She offered you a small smile, easing your nerves, before she went back to yelling at her son more. She must have gotten fed up with his mouth you assumed, as you watched she raised her hand and smacked him on the back of the head; only causing him to roar at her before he picked back up on another tangent.
You jumped as soon as you felt the soft tap on your shoulder, clutching your infant tighter to your chest, and squeezing your toddler’s hand as you turn your head. You are met with the sight of two women, with friendly smiles on their faces. One with long jet-black hair and the others was pink, her skin tone just shy of being a perfect match to her hair color. They spoke to you in a soft tone, likely trying to ease your anxiety from watching the spectacle on the far end of the room. With a gentle touch, they led you out of the throne room. You had no clue as to where they were taking you, but you decided to trust them.
Following them as they spoke to each other you found yourself being lead to the west wing of the castle. A grand staircase, just as intricate as the rest of the castle, leads you to another floor. Paintings of warriors and barbaric nobility hung from the walls, decorating the long hall you were wandering down. Finally stopping once you reach the last set of doors at the end of it.
As they push open the doors and step inside, they beckon for you to follow them, still wearing soft smiles on their face. Once you passed that threshold you realized this was a bedroom. With a tall ceiling and a small balcony off the side; a massive bed that looked like it could fit a dozen people rested near the wall. Blood-red sheets match the drapes laid out on the bed with a small mountain of pillows lining the top.
They kept their voices calm as they worked quickly around you. Taking the drapes and shutting them one by one. While the other lit candles to give the room a soft glow of light. Once there was enough light the pink-haired woman coaxed you to hand over the sleeping infant in your swaddle. Offering you help as you unwound the fabric holding her against your body; cooing at her just like you would as she cradled her in her arms.
With another soft tap, the black-haired woman guided you to another room just off the main one. A bathroom you soon found out, as she walked in with a basket of oils and rags. She went to the oversized tub and turned on the faucet, the pipes roaring to life as water spilled from the tap. Soon after steam started rolling from the water collecting in the tub below.
She walked closer to you, as she rolled up her sleeves, a look in her eyes that said she was asking for permission before she touched you again. She opened her hands up, as if to show you she meant no harm. Nodding your head slightly, she understands the sign and starts to help you disrobe. Pulling away each layer of clothing and letting them fall into a small pile on the floor.
You stood a little awkwardly once you were naked, the chill of the room giving you goose bumps on your skin. She bent down and picked up the soiled clothing before opening a small door and tossing the clothes inside. Making her way back to the tub in order to turn off the water; she held out her hand for you to take. Carefully she helped you into the large tub. Only letting go of you once you were seated with your back laid against the rim.
She took to cleaning you almost immediately. Dropping to her knees next to the tub and washing you up. Starting from your hair and working her way down; running the soapy rag along your skin, scrubbing gently as she went. She made sure you were spotless by the time she was through. Satisfied with her work, she left you to soak for a while. Only returning after the water had turned lukewarm, and your skin had started to prune. She reached in and pulled the intricate plug as you watched as the water slowly start to drain from the tub. Offering her hand to you once again to help you out, a towel sitting close by.
She offered what you can only assume to be small apologies as she ran the towel along your body, helping to dry you off as she worked. Just as she finished and dropped the towel through the same small door where she had dropped your clothes; the pink-haired woman stepped inside the bathroom. She carried your infant daughter and a fresh set of clothes with her as she gave you a smile.
She was quick to hand the new outfit to the black-haired woman who began to assemble the simple outfit. It was nothing more than a silken nightgown. Long and flowing down your body. You can't help but blush at the high slit up the side, exposing way more of your thigh than you have even shown anyone before.
The thin straps of the lavender dress hung from your shoulders. Delicate looking against your skin. This wasn’t a color you were accustomed to seeing often. The only time being when a few royals were passing through your village. It was hard to find, especially when you lived so far from the sea. You had once been told that the dye came from some sort of shellfish that was gathered from the ocean floor to achieve such a color.
It was reserved for people with more money, and far more important than you.
By the time you had made it out of the bathroom, there was a small spread of food sitting at the edge of a table. Bulky and round, it was a lot more sturdy than the one you had tried to barricade the door with at home. Those women still lingered around in your room, helping you to wrangle the children and encouraging you to sit down and eat.
Now that you were looking at the small spread of food once you were seated, it was a little daunting. Various rare fruits, exotic to your region were on display. Apples, sliced pears, and even wild strawberries. A long loaf of bread sat in the middle, paired with a small container of honey. There were nuts in a small variety on the huge plate and two different kinds of meat.
All of which you were nervous to dig into.
Why were you and your adopted children being treated so nicely? What did they have planned for you? Who were these people and what did they want with someone like you? You had no real discernible skills, no title or nobility; you were nothing more than a commoner stuck in the same place you were born into.
You watch as your toddler stumbles his way over to you. With his fingers wiggling away, he was signaling he wanted to be lifted into your lap. You gently pick him up and as soon as he sees the food, he goes to grab the first thing he sees. Laughing softly, you hand him a slice of pear, and while he is occupied with that, cut a few pieces of bread for him to take as well. Once he was satisfied, he was quick to slide off of your lap and bounce back over to the other two women, snacks still in hand.
It took you a little while before you ate anything. However, the rumble of your stomach gives away your current state. You drizzle a little honey onto a piece of bread and lay one of the strawberries on top. Sliding it into your mouth, you can’t help but sigh once you get a taste of the luxury that was honey.
It was rare, even as deep in the forest as you lived. Finding the type of bees that produced honey was about as likely as finding a jewel laying on the ground. When the thick and heavenly taste hits your tongue, you can't help but savor the flavor. It was unlike anything, you had ever tried before.
You take your time with the next piece, opting to skip the fruit this time so you could receive the full, unblemished, honey experience, and you weren't disappointed. Occasionally your little toddler would work his way back over to you for another snack that he shared with the women.
By the time you had eaten you fill, your adopted children were already passed out on the large bed. The two women who had kept them busy gently tucked the older one under the sheets while the other found a crib for the baby; and gently laid her inside. Which just left you.
You watched as the women gently closed the door behind them as they left you alone for the night. Turning back to face the room you can't help but hear the large bed calling out to you. Sleep begging you to visit once more.
But could you really sleep here? It was far too open and you still didn't know anything about this place. With a heavy sigh, you make your way over to crawl beneath the sheets, until a noise at the door stops you in your tracks.
Your heart once again pounds away in your chest as the door creaks open and the face of the ash blonde man with the piercing red eyes is peering inside. Walking in and closing the door soon after his eyes land on you halfway in the bed.
He looks over the room quickly, spotting the half-eaten tray of food still laid out on the table. The crib next to the side of the bed you had chosen, and then to the sleeping toddler laying in the middle of cloud red sheets.
He stands there for a moment just taking the sight in, but you were still completely frozen in fear. What was he doing here? And how long was he planning to stay?
Some of your questions were answered when a knock sounded at the door. He opened it and in came the bulky figure of the red-haired man that had first caught you. Carrying on his back a small bed.
It was simple in design, but large enough to fit a person on. Moving around his friend he gives you a small smile and takes the piece of furniture over to the side of the bed you had staked claim to. Dropping it softly a few feet away, next to the wall. They work together at that point, the blonde walking over and unlocking the giant chest that sat at the end of the bed. A large wooden top lifted up and he disappeared for a moment, only to return a second later with a small stack of sheets and blankets.
Handing them off to the redhead he dives back into the chest and pulls out a few furs. All in different colors, but definitely more than enough to keep someone warm. They assemble the bed, even placing down a small pillow before the blonde walks to the other side of the main bed and pulls the blanket away from the sleeping boy.
Reaching under him he lifts him up and off of the bed, pulling him into his chest. Walking him around and placing him in the smaller bed. The redhead threw the blankets and fur across him, tucking him in for good measure.
You start to climb in with the toddler as they talk low to each other, even though you didn't understand a single word that they spoke. A glance is thrown your way before the redhead chuckles under his breath earning a glare from the blonde. The redhead just smiles at his friend and pats him on the back a couple of times before pointing at you and heading for the door.
Then the blond's attention turned to you. Saying something and looking at you like you could give him an answer. But you just shake your head and pull the furs over yourself; hoping that he remembers there was a language barrier and you didn't know what he wanted.
With a grunt of frustration, he storms to stand before you. And not too gently scoops you into his arms before moving you to the large bed, sweeping your feet off the floor and pulling the covers up over you. The look on his face told you that he wanted you to stay put.
Without giving you time to think more about what he just did; you watch as he goes around the bed to the other side. Throwing off the cape he wore on his shoulders so that it lands on a chair close by. Sitting on the edge of the bed he bends and you can hear him untying the laces of his boots before you hear the soft thud of each one landing on the stone floor.
He stands back up just long enough to go around and extinguish the remaining candles lighting the room. Popping open one of the long curtains just enough to let some light into the dark space.
What makes your heart catch in your throat though is when you feel the bed dip beside you. The heavy blanket resting on top of your body moves and you instantly feel the heat radiating off his body as the blankets settle around you once again. He wasn't touching you, but it was still an almost overwhelming sensation. Never had you slept in a bed with a man before. Especially one you hadn't even been able to communicate with.
It seemed like this was most likely his room and he was being nice enough to share for the night. You can see enough of the room now that the moon is shining into the space. A pale blue light illuminated everything softly.
He turns to lie on his side facing you. And the two of you just stare at each other. Not able to say anything the other would understand. Before he yawns and mumbles out a word to you softly, his hand coming up and covering your eyes for a moment.
That must be their word for sleep, because when he let his hand fall, his eyes are already closed and he snuggles further into the soft down of his pillow.
You can't help but watch him for a moment longer, that is until he cracks an eye open and sees you still staring at him. Once again muttering out the word he seemed to be using for sleep and shut his eyes.
This time you listened. Turning yourself away from him and towards the wall. Looking at your sleeping babies blissfully unaware of what was going on in the world around them.
What were you going to do now? He didn't think you would just be ok with all of this, did he? He took you from your home, not just you but others too. Brought you back to a land you knew nothing about, where you had no way to communicate with anyone.
The reality of your situation hit you all at once. You didn't know what he had planned, nor could you even ask. You were just waiting until he decided on what to do with you. Sleeping in the same room, the same bed as him.
His soft snores fill the open space. Somewhere you didn't feel safe enough to sleep in. It was too open, made you prone to an attack. Left more than enough room for a person to linger in the shadows, just out of sight.
Your emotions were all over the place as you feel the first of many tears slide down your face. Laying on your side caused them to drift over the bridge of your nose and drop onto your pillow. Warm and wet on your cold skin, you were scared and exhausted.
At least the children were safe for now.
Still sleeping soundly as you wept silently. Maybe if they were lucky, they would stay that way. They were young enough that they could be adopted into a new family if something were to happen to you.
The boy was easy to care for, he needed siblings old enough to help wear down the extra energy he had. Guidance on how to direct that energy into making himself a stable and fit person for society once he was of age. And your baby?
She needed someone who would learn to love her as you did. Even at her young age, she needed a lot of attention. She was a needy child, always quick to cry or whine when the slightest inconvenience happened in her tiny world.
Speak of the devil.
A tiny disgruntled whine started up as soon as you closed your eyes. The baby in the crib beside your bed started to move around, her tiny arms lifting and coming back down signaling that she was awake. Without a second thought, you quietly pull the covers from your body and sit up. Cooing at her softly as you reach over and pick her up from the crib.
She was wide awake and upset. Something that wasn't uncommon you realized quickly. You guessed that it might be because the three of you normally slept in your small bed back home. She wasn’t used to being alone. But she was easy to satisfy, you just had to walk her around for a little bit and talk to her sweetly. Hum a small tune to soothe her irritability and lull her back to sleep. Once she was sleeping soundly again you would take the both of you and climb into your toddler’s bed. It was a similar enough size to your own bed back home.
The same thing her mother would have done.
You take slow steps around the room, bouncing her gently as you roam. Taking her over to the window to look around at the view. You were sat up high in the castle, able to see the way the fiery mountain spit and gurgled with fire and heat. And how the lights from the kingdom below gently glowed and went out one by one. The people living below also turn in for a night's rest.
You had to admit, even if you were scared this place had a certain kind of charm to it. The colder temperature and the way the ash from the mountain drifted along with the gentle falling snow was a beautiful sight. It gave a sense of strange wonder to the land around, but maybe it was just that it was so different from what you were accustomed to that made it seem that way.
You hum quietly to the calming baby in your arms. Feeling the remains of your silent tears spring back to life. Your emotions taking a hold of you once again, this time not for yourself.
These children were still so small, and you were in charge of them both now. A dying wish from their mother to care and love for her children like they were their own. You still didn't know much about what it took to raise a single child, let alone two.
But you were trying your best.
It was just up until recently that you had even managed to get them onto a routine of sorts. Making sure they ate, even if you didn't that day. That they took their naps and were able to thrive, despite the added hardship they bestowed upon you. Both of them attached to your hip as you navigated your way in this new life. One where you were in charge of not just keeping them alive but protecting them as well.
Your thoughts raced as you gently climbed into bed with your son; being careful not to wake him. But how were you ever going to protect them here? In a new land alone, and your future so uncertain?
Stuck in your thoughts you didn't hear the faint sound of the covers being thrown back from the bed, and you didn't see him appear until he crouched down next to you. His tall muscular body and ash blonde hair invades your personal space. His mouth formed into a thin line as he locked eyes with you.
He didn't look angry or upset that you had snuck away from the bed, but rather sympathetic to your emotional state. His thumb comes up just in time to catch a fresh tear as it cascades down your cheek. The pad wiped away the excess moisture as he looked at you.
You could tell he wanted to say something, to give you a little comfort. But the barrier of different languages kept you both silent. And after a moment he lifts the now-sleeping baby from your arms and walks her back to the crib.
Cradled in massive arms, it was almost funny to see him handle her with such gentleness. Something that none of the stories you heard ever spoke about.
They only talked about the wrath, raw power, and lack of any emotion. They never once mention that they could be softer too.
He lays her down in the crib and walks back to you. Taking your hand in his he gently pulls you up and guides you back to his bed. Helping you lay back down and throwing the thick blanket back over you. Before he turns and climbs in on the other side. Turning your body, you face him as he shifts the blanket up to his ears. His glowing red eyes almost match the luxurious blanket covering you both.
Once more he mutters the same word as before to you, before he closes his eyes. His voice was deep and gravely from being woken up. Not as harsh sounding as it had seemed before. His face softens when he stretches his arm to rest under your pillow, making himself just a little bit closer to you.
"Sleep."
It was a simple word, but the fact you started to understand even just a little bit was enough to finally lull you into a slumber. Finally allowing your body to relax more as you slowly feel the heat emitting from his body inch closer to yours throughout the night.
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(CW: dirty talk, uh degradation???, sex???? P->V???, VERY ROUGH, Katsuki's good at sex😳, I am bad at content warnings (I accidentally deleted my whole blog, I've been scrounging for my back ups), other things?????, please someone help), fem!reader, usage of "little one" and "little girl", aftercare, fluffy emotions, Bakugou is so in love it's almost nauseating.)
"Yeah, you like that, huh?" He growls as he pulls himself all the way out just to slam himself back into you.
Clenching hard around him, you gasp as he grips the fat of your hips tighter, trying to cry out something that sort of resembles his name.
"Fuck," He hisses, his movements becoming faster as the head of his cock slides back into you, glossing over your g-spot and prodding at your cervix. He moves out again, angling his hips so he can really drag himself across that spongy area again as slowly as he feels his own coiling arousal will allow him to.
You cry out, whimpering for him. "Ah, you're.." You gasp as he rams his hips back against yours, moving one of his hands to land a harsh slap onto the side of your ass. "Y-you're s-s-so mean!"
He laughs out harshly at this, but inhales sharply as you tighten. "Fucking whore," He grinds out between clenched teeth, but there's still a smile in his voice. "God, you are such a fucking slut, getting turned on just because I laugh at your bitching?" It sounds vaguely like a question, but as his pace picks up again, his thrusts harsher now, you know it isn't one. He leans forward, grabbing your breasts in his huge hands, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers as he presses your back against his chest. "So good fr'me, though..." he husks, his breath trailing up your neck as he fondles you. "Such a pretty little whore," he snarls before nipping at your earlobe. He grins cruelly against your jaw when he hears the way you whine for him. "Wanna make you feel good," He coos, he can feel your arousal dripping out and onto him now, the noises coming from between you two becoming loud and wet. "C'mon pretty girl, tell me what you want..."
You try to speak but only whimper, and he slams into you harder, releasing his hold on your breasts to push you back into the bed, tugging on your hair. You gasp, and he growls low in his chest.
"I said tell me what you want, little slut!" He mocks you, snapping his teeth close enough to the skin on the side of your neck that you can almost feel the heat of his saliva.
"You!" You cry out. "Please, you! I want you to fill me up! Please!" You beg, moving your ass back against him.
"Is that right?" He teases darkly, as he slows his pumping.
"Yes!" You cry out. "Please! Fill me up, cum inside me!" You whine desperately. "Cum all over my insides!!"
Despite having slowed his thrusts, his hips now stutter in response. He stops, pausing completely before growling viciously, desperately. He flips you over so you're facing him, and he picks up again.
"Fuck," He snarls. "Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful," He kisses your neck. "So perfect." He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. "I need you, I need you so bad..."
You pant for air as he thrusts into you, slamming into your body in quick succession. You can feel yourself getting hotter with each thrust, tears starting to form in your eyes when you whimper, but he's quick to kiss them away.
"I need to see you, need to see those pretty eyes when you cum on my cock," He mutters like a crazed man, like he might just cry if he doesn't get his way.
You look at him, those deep, vermillion eyes, and you're just too overwhelmed to say anything other than his name. It starts as a whisper, but you begin to cry out, feeling yourself growing taut around him. He grunts as he begins to pump harder, grunting louder as he pushes you closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, little one. Please, I need you to cum for me," He instructs you with gentle words that don't remotely match the feral desperation of his hips slamming into you.
You gasp, letting out a soft groan as he hits the spot, the pressure of being filled driving you wild, your thighs trembling.
"Cum for me, baby," He breathes, grinding hard into you. "Let me take care of you."
You start to writhe more emphatically beneath him, arching up to meet his hips, wanting nothing more than to give him what he wants. "Please! Take me!" You sob as your nails rake down his back as he continues to pound into you.
He grabs your chin roughly, tilting your face up towards him as he continues slamming into you. "I'm taking you, little girl. I'm taking you and never letting you go." He snarls like he's swearing an oath. "You're mine, and you'll always be mine."
"Yes!" You cry, tightening around him harder. "Please, Katsuki, I love you-" You get cut off as your body arches off of the bed as you come undone. His hips jerk harshly against your core as you clench around him and let out a shriek.
"I love you," he moans breathlessly, your shriek causing his eyes to roll upwards before he's slamming into you once more. He holds you close to him, his entire body shaking as he shudders, and cums.
He pants heavily against you as he cums, his grip around you even tighter than before. After he finishes with a couple reflexive thrusts, grinding the last few spurts of his seed up into you, he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him as he looks up at you with tender crimson irises. Your lips part as you watch him closely, studying his almost artistically structured facial features.
"... Did I hurt you?" He whispers as his body relaxes with a wistful sigh. "Are you okay? Did I fuck you too hard?" He questions, his eyebrows furrowing just enough to cause a slight crease between them.
Yes, he was handsome and strong and gruff and brash-- But he was also so, so beautiful. So sweet and so attentive-- God, it made your heart squeeze.
You shake your head emphatically and wrap your arms tightly around him, your cheek pressed to his chest. "It was wonderful," you gush softly, nuzzling against his chest.
"Good," He kisses the top of your head, holding you tighter. "That's all I ever want." He breathes into your hair. He traces his calloused fingertips up and down your spine. "I love you, little one." His voice is barely audible. "Always, always, always."
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