adoringmha

[adoringmha]

thinking of bakugo teasing you by leaning back on his hands, legs spread while he looks up at you with a cocky smirk... yeah he'd do that just to get you flustered and piss you off. he knows exactly what he's doing and he does it often.

[adoringmha]

thinking about divorced husband! bakugou and you as his ex wife.

like you both had a beautiful marriage— for maybe ten months, not realizing how stressful and difficult it is marrying a pro hero. it became a tradition, bakugou came home and immediately would have to go back into work because something popped up, and needed his explosives.

you had finally had enough, lacking the intimacy and love for him after many days and nights not seeing him. of course, he didnt make it easy for you when you silently slid the papers to him, he argued for days.

“you knew that id be at work— alot, so instead of you wantin’ to work with me, you leave.” he rang through your head. it sounds manipulative, really— but he fought you on this.

and when the day comes where you both were finalized, he hated it.. work became more stressful, he lashed out at everyone. cases were short nd quick, his temper immediately kicking him off the case.

but.. he was still madly in love with you, he just was a dumbfuck who didnt make enough time for you— and it seems bad, he seemed like he only now tried to make time for you after divorce. but it made him realize he was completely wrong and he needs to do better, so he does just that.

“we’re divorced, katsuki.” you mumble between kisses, feeling his rough, gloved hands grip your waist and touch you in places that made you feel on fire. “cant go back.. now.”

“we could, up ta’ you.” he gruffs, his stubble prickling your cheeks and he sucks at your neck. “all.. up to you..” he tries to go lower, but you fight him on it. “dont do this to me—“

“just business, dynamight.” you remind, seeing his eyes flicker and he cups your jaw with strong fingers, shoving you to the wall to tower over you. where the fuck was all this passion months ago before you make the decision to divorce him? you didnt know, but it still made no difference.

he turned you on.

“just business, but yet, yer’ gettin’ soaked right ‘cher.” he presses his fingers at your crotch, biting his lip when he meets a wet spot. “you havent been touched in so long.. all my fault, ha?”

“very much your fault.” you spit, watching the saliva dribble down his cheek.

he had half the mind to choke you, watch your eyes roll back from pleasure and see how your life was in his hands— sexually, of course. but another part of him wanted to get on his knees to eat you slow and sloppy. “let me make it up to ya, honey.”

“earn me, then.”

[adoringmha]

pairing: barbarian prince! katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

content warnings: FEMALE READER! physical fighting [training] smooching, shared bath, husband undressing wife [without permission] husband cleaning wife [literally, because you we're dirty] other than that there's nothing major... yet... sigh...

completely forgot I was supposed to upload this Saturday... so here ya go! can't wait for the next chapter *evil giggle* hoor ya enjoy!

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2; 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 4.3𝔨+ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰

chapter 1

"he says, you are too stiff, frú mín!" ragna called, perched on a nearby boulder, "it makes you slow!" translating katsuki's barked criticisms.

he lunged forward, swinging the wooden blade at your feet, throwing you off your footing.

katsuki stood before you, as you stumbled, sweat glistening on his toned body with the harsh sunlight, beaming down on him, "hold your ground," he growled, lifting his sword to charge at you again. you took a breath, chest heaving as you gripped the handle of the wooden practice sword, raising your weapon to meet his.

the clashing of pine echoed through the clearing, the vibration rattling through your arms, into your chest and your knees buckled slightly under the force. but you grit your teeth, stubbornly refusing to fall.

you quickly adjust your stance, the muscles in your legs trembling as you tried to balance. katsuki's hot gaze narrowed, a smirk of sorts splayed on his face.

"again!" he barked, stepping forward a bit to launch an attack. the wooden sword came at you in an arch, the force of his strike sending a jolt up your arms, and your grip slipped, leaving you with barely any time to parry.

"too slow!" he spat, his voice hitting you like a whip as he struck again, aiming for your side.

your flesh rippled as the flat end of the training sword connected with your ribs, knocking the air out of your lungs. you stumble back, clutching your side as you gasped for breath.

"your enemies won't show you mercy," he circled you, pacing, like a predator stalking it's prey. forcing air back into your aching lungs, you straightened yourself, salty sweat dripping down your brow to sting your eyes.

ragna tilted her head, observing, lips twitching to form a smile on her beautifully sculpted face as she translates your husband's words for you.

"again," you rasped, voice hoarse but determined to make him falter just once.

katsuki raised a brow, eyes narrowing at your resolve as he charged forward without another word, sword swooshing through the air.

stepping aside, you doged his strike as you brought your weapon up, aiming for his shoulder. katsuki—obviously—blocked effortlessly, the impact reverberating through your bones, but you pushed forward, pressing your advantage as your heart pounded in your chest.

your strikes came faster, more fluid, as though the rhythm of the fight was finally clicking into place. your arms burned with every effort to move them, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, as you kept fighting.

your husband's eyes gleamed with a vicious light, his lips curling into a wild, feral grin as he matched your pace, his movements precise and unrelenting as ever, pushing you to your limits.

every fiber of muscle in your body screamed in protest and katsuki's blade collided with yours once more, the clash nearly sending you to your knees. you grunted, planting your feet firmly in the dirt as you pushed back with all your strength.

katsuki's grin widened as he kicked you off balance, sprawling you out on the dirt field in under two seconds... you lay there for a moment, squinting up at the endless expanse of sky until the familiar, wild tuffs of blonde hair loomed over you, casting a shadow over your exhausted frame.

"get up," he ordered, offering no hand to help... you huffed a puff of breath, rolling onto your side to push yourself to your knees, the hard cracked earth grounding you as your muscles throbbed under your skin.

gods you wanted a bath right now... a nice, cold, spring water bath... wack! and you were on the ground again. "your mind isn't focused!" ragna cackled your husbands words, holding her stomach and covering her mouth in a feeble attempt to hide her amusement.

"you're getting better, my lady," she smiled, leaning over your—once again—sprawled out body on the ground. you brought a hand up to wipe the sweat off your forehead, "i'll die before the rebels get me," you laughed, a hoarse, gravelly sound scraping it's way out of your throat.

☆.｡.:*❀.｡.:*☆ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶

smoke curled lazily from the chimneys of the villagers homes. the smell of freshly baked bread mingled with the earthy aroma of tilled soil as the pang of the blacksmith's hammer rang in the distance, a rhythmic pulse that echoed like a heartbeat of the clan.

"are you sure about this, my lady?" ragna queried, a little skeptical as she stepped in stride beside you. you nod, assuring her of your decision, "if i'm to be part of this clan, ragna, i can't just sit at stronghold and watch," gaze sweeping over the bustling activity as you adjust your shawl around your shoulders.

ragna's plush lips cracked little smile at your determination. your first stop was the weaving circle, where several women sat on low stools, their fingers deftly threading wool into intricate patterns. their chatter hushed as you approached them.

the women exchanged awkward glances, muttering amongst themselves, before a middle aged woman with streaks of gray in her braid, gestured to an empty stool next to her, for you to sit.

the work was meticulous, the rhythm of the loom soothing your nerves as your fingers fumbled over the threads, earning quiet murmurs of disapproval from the others... the elder woman stood behind you, gently guiding your hands to correct any mistake, until she finally nodded her approval.

after weaving a few pieces of cloth, you moved to the fields, where men and women worked side by side, their hands covered in soil as they prepared the land for planting.

you knelt beside an old, wrinkled man, his gnarled hands moving with ease as he dug rows into the soil. he glanced down at you, brows furrowing as you picked up a tool and began to mimic his movements. he said nothing, slowing his movements for you to get a better look and follow.

"keep your back straight, my lady," ragna instructed, crouching beside you as she translated the old man's quiet words of advice.

sweat beaded on your brow as soil clung to your skin with each swing and dig, that sent a dull ache through your arms and back. the work was grueling, but with every row completed, you were closer to finishing and getting in your bath...

when night came, you found yourself in the kitchens, where women bustled about, preparing meals for the workers. the aroma of herbs and roasted meat overwhelmed your nostrils, as the heat of the ovens welcome you inside.

"hæ! þú ert hér! loksins hér!" a young girl beamed, running over as she saw you enter. "she says, hello, you finally made it," ragna chuckled, patting the girl on her back. "ég er celeste," the young girl introduced herself, gently taking your hand in hers to guide you over to the bubbling cauldrons. "it seems she's excited to see you, my lady."

"it seems so," you giggle softly, at the girls eagerness.

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"don't stir too much, or you'll ruin it," one of the cooks muttered, correcting your technique as she leaned over your shoulder.

ragna smirked, her translation tinged with amusement as she leaned closer. "you've been given a passable teacher, my lady," nudging your shoulder with her elbow as you playfully rolled your eyes.

the women around you began to soften their guarded expressions as they watched you work. they shared stories of past harvests, of children born and loved ones lost, their words painting a picture of a people as complex and enduring as the mountains that sheltered them.

by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and violets, you were exhausted. the day's labour lingered in your body, but the tension that had once filled the air around you, felt lighter.

upon your return to the stronghold, you saw katsuki waiting at the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced at the little dirt, smudged on your face and clothes, and the weariness in your steps. an almost imperceptible smirk crawled over his thin lips as you walked up to him leaning against the stronghold's walls.

ragna stepped forward, translating his words, "you look like someone buried you alive," he snickered, his tone gruff, minus the usual edge to them. you shy away, looking at the ground.

he lifted your head by your chin to look at him, eyes drifting down to your chapped lips then back up to your tired eyes.

he kneeled down in front of you and you turn to ragna, "what is he- woah!" his fingers sink into the back of your thighs as your hip bones pressed into his beefy shoulder, with your ass on display—next to his face—you prop yourself up, your hands pushing against his flexing back muscles, as he walked with you through the giant wooden doors and up the stairs to your chambers.

his eyes flickered with something as he threw you over his shoulder—pride, perhaps, or respect?—adjusting your weight with a low grunt.

katsuki shoved the heavy doors of your chambers open with his free arm, carrying you inside without so much as a struggle. he set you down on your feet with surprising gentleness, with warm palms resting comfortably on your hips, his narrow crimson eyes scanned over your dirt-smeared frame.

"þú ert skítug..." he muttered under his breath, his voice deep and laced with something you couldn't quite place. his expression was... unreadable as he motioned for you to stay put.

"what?" you whisper, softly shaking your head in confusion. he didn't respond, simply moving toward a small chest tucked away in the corner of your room. he rifled through it briefly before pulling out a clean linen cloth.

you watched him with a mix of curiosity and wariness as he stepped toward you again. he gestured at your dirtied clothing, the meaning clear even if his language wasn't.

"oh, i can do it myself," you insist, raising your hands defensively, though exhaustion made your movements sluggish. katsuki narrowed his eyes even more, with pinched brows. his patience visibly thinning...

"sitja kyrr," he commanded, firm as he gestured for you to stop resisting.

you huffed, crossing your arms in protest, legs trembling slightly under your weight, which didn't go unnoticed, his sharp gaze flicking to your unsteady stance before letting out a low grunt. without waiting for your permission, he stepped closer and began unfastening the ties of your shawl and outer layer.

"hey! i'm perfectly capable o—" you started to argue, but he silenced you with a sharp glance and growled, "kyrr."

his fingers worked quickly but carefully, his rough hands brushing against your skin as he peeled away the layers of dirt-streaked fabric. you felt your cheeks heat as he removed the last of your garments, leaving you exposed to his unwavering gaze. he didn't leer or linger, though; his movements were efficient, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

once you were bare, he reached for the cloth and dipped it into the warm water waiting in the tub. he wrung it out, motioning for you to step closer. he brought the damp cloth up to your face, carefully rubbing the dirt stains off, he moved down your arms, to your chest—where your heart pounded against your ribs—rubbing down your torso, to your soft legs all the way down to your aching calves. it felt like he was scared he'd hurt you with the softness he used to clean you off.

"farðu," he said, gesturing to the stone tub, impatiently.

you hesitated for a moment, the language barrier making his commands more intimidating than they probably were. but the promise of warm water was too tempting to resist, and you eased yourself into the tub with a sigh of relief.

the heat soothed your aching muscles immediately, and you leaned back against the smooth stone, letting your eyes flutter shut. that peace was short-lived, however, as katsuki shed his clothing and stepped into the tub with you.

"wait—what are you doing?" you stammered, your face flushing as you quickly averted your gaze.

he ignored your meaningless words, his expression neutral as he settled in behind you. his hands found your shoulders, rough palms gliding over your smooth skin.

"katsuki, i—" you started to protest, but his fingers pressed into a knot of tension in your shoulder, and you couldn't stop the sigh that escaped your lips. his hands were firm but careful, his touch surprisingly soothing as he continued his task.

"þar," he murmured, his voice low and steady as if explaining something to you. you didn't understand the words, but the tone carried a strange reassurance, as though he was telling you to let him handle this.

you relaxed slightly under his touch, the tension in your body melting away with each pass of his hands. he moved methodically, scrubbing away whatever dirt that'd been clinging to your skin and hair. when his hands found their way to your back, you leaned forward, giving him better access.

it wasn't until his fingers brushed over the curve of your waist that the atmosphere in the bath... changed... his touch lingered just a moment too long, his fingers pressing lightly against your skin as though testing your reaction.

you turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder, your breath catching when you caught the intensity in his gaze, his vermilion eyes burning with a heat that matched the warmth of the water surrounding you both.

"is something wrong?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

he didn't reply—not with words, at least. instead, he leaned closer, his hand moving to cup your jaw as his lips brushed against yours in a tentative but firm kiss.

your initial surprise melted away as the kiss deepened, the heat between you both growing as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the water lapped gently against the edges of the tub, the only sound in the quiet chamber besides your mingled breaths.

when you finally pulled away, your heart was racing, as your face flushed from more than just the warmth of the bath. katsuki's lips parted as if to speak, but the words never came. instead, he rested his forehead against yours, his breaths coming slow and steady as if grounding himself.

"ég hef eitthvað handa þér." he rasped as you leaned into him again. what on earth did he just say? you have absolutely no idea... but you'll ask ragna after your bath.

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katsuki had dragged you out of bed at the crack of dawn and brought you out into the forest, in the outskirts of the stronghold, which was eerily quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the occasional snaps of twigs underfoot. katsuki walked ahead, his broad frame cutting through the bramble with ease. you followed cautiously, your breath visible in the crisp morning air. he hadn't spoken much—if at all—since dragging you out of bed and motioning for you to come with.

now, the towering trees gave way to the dark mouth of a cave. its yawning entrance loomed before you, cold air seeping out like a ghostly warning. you hesitated, turning to katsuki by your side.

"komdu," he barked over his shoulder, the command abrupt but not by any means harsh.

still, unease prickled at your skin. you stepped into the cave, following him into the deepening darkness. the light from the entrance grew faint as you moved further in, swallowed by shadows that seemed to press against you.

"katsuki?" you whisper, but he offered no reply, only a grunt as he suddenly stopped, causing you to bump into his back with a mphf.

before you could question him, the ground vibrated beneath your feet, a low rumble echoing through the cavern, resonating in your chest. then, two massive orbs of glowing crimson pierced the darkness ahead, locking onto you with a huff.

your breath caught in your throat, as the rumbling grew louder, accompanied by the sound of scales shifting against each other. a massive head emerged from the shadows, scales shimmering faintly in the dim light. the dragon's maw opened, revealing rows of sharp teeth as it let out a deep, guttural growl.

"þetta er hann," katsuki said, gesturing to the creature with an almost casual wave.

you gaped at him, words escaping your brain. a dragon? you weren't sure what you had expected, but it certainly wasn't a fucking dragon.

"what is that?" your voice came out as a weak murmur, tinged with both awe and terror. you had to make sure you weren't seeing or hearing things...

"drengr minn," katsuki replied, based on the look on your face, stepping closer to the dragon and placing a hand against its massive snout, the beast huffed, as if in acknowledgment.

your legs threatened to give out as katsuki turned to you, motioning for you to come closer. you shook your head, frozen in place.

"komdu hingað," he called, his voice firm.

reluctantly, you stepped forward, your pulse thundering in your ears. the dragon's gaze followed you, unblinking and intense. when you were close enough, katsuki grabbed your hand and placed it against the warm, rough scales of the dragon's snout.

the beast rumbled again. it was almost... a purr.

"ekki hrædd," katsuki muttered, his voice softer now, though it still carried their usual edge.

katsuki pulled himself up onto the dragon's back, his movements sure and practiced. he extended a hand to you, waiting. you hesitated, but the weight of his expectation—and the dragon's unyielding stare—left you with little choice. with a deep breath, you grasped his hand and allowed him to pull you up and plop you down in front of him.

the dragon shifted beneath you, its massive body uncoiling as it prepared to take off. your hands instinctively grip katsuki's forearms, your heart hammering in your chest.

without warning, the dragon launched itself out of the cave and into the sky with an ear piercing roar, as you screamed your lungs out.

the ground fell away beneath you, the wind tearing at your hair and clothes as the beast's wings beat powerfully. for a moment, fear threatened to consume you. but then the view unfolded around you—the sprawling forest below, the endless expanse of sky above, and the distant peaks of mountains on the horizon.

your grip on katsuki tightened as the dragon banked to the left, the motion sending a thrilling jolt through your body. he turned your head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he barked something over the wind. though you didn't understand him, his tone was definitely teasing, almost amused by the expression on your face.

slowly, the fear ebbed, replaced by a tentative awe. the dragon's movements were surprisingly smooth, its powerful wings carrying you effortlessly through the sky.

"oh my gods," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the wind.

he glanced down, raising an eyebrow in question.

"this is..." you trailed off, searching for the words. "unbelievable," you grin, your mouth drying out with the wind.

he didn't reply, but his smirk widened, his chest puffing slightly with pride as though he understood you.

as the dragon soared higher, you found yourself loosening your grip just enough to look around, as katsuki snakes a strong arm around your waist to keep you from falling over. the world seemed smaller from this height, a patchwork of green and brown stitched together by rivers of silver. for a brief moment, you forgot your fear, your uncertainty, and the weight of everything that had brought you here.

when the dragon began its descent, the rush of air grew fiercer, and your grip on katsuki returned. he muttered something under his breath, seemily reassuring you of something.

by the time you landed, your legs felt like jelly, and your heart hadn't yet stopped racing. katsuki dismounted first, extending a hand to help you down.

you took it, your knees wobbling as your feet touched the ground. "þú stóðst þig vel," katsuki rasped, low and seemingly approving.

-

your body vibrated with excitement as you stood outside the stronghold, feeling the cool breeze brushing against your skin. today, is the beginning of your journey, back to your kingdom.

katsuki, stoic as ever, walked with the dragon, its massive form thumping its way around. the beast moved like molten lava, each muscle rippling under crimson scales as it emerged fully into the sunlight, its fiery red eyes scanned the clearing as it's massive body cast a long shadow on the ground.

katsuki turned to you, his intense gaze holding a question.

"farðu upp," he urged, gesturing to the dragon's massive back.

you hesitated, your stomach knotting at the memory of the flight earlier. while breathtaking, it had also been utterly terrifying.

"i'm not sure i can do that again," you confessed, nervously laughing as you shook your head in refusal, "i'll stick with the tetsugami."

he frowned, his brows knitting together in mild frustration. "ekki vera veik," he snapped, though the edge in his tone softened slightly as he stepped closer. "þú lifðir það áður."

"you do know that i have not the faintest idea of what you're saying..." you counter, looking him up and down, crossing your arms.

he stared at you for a brief second, his lips fixing into a scowl. after a moment, he let out a sharp exhale and muttered something under his breath.

he motioned for the dragon to stay put, his sharp whistle echoing through the clearing. the beast settled onto its haunches, its wings furling tightly against its sides as it let out a snort. katsuki didn't argue further, instead taking a few purposeful steps towards you.

"ég mun horfa ofan frá." he grumbled, the words curt but resigned.

you furrowed your brow, piecing together his meaning. he wasn't thrilled, but he accepted your refusal.

hours later, preparations for the journey were complete. you stood at the edge of the stronghold, the weight of the coming trip settling over you.

in the thick of the tall trees, a sound of heavy, slow and deliberate footsteps, accompanied by a metallic scrape that sent delightful shivers up your spine, echoed.

you avert your gaze from your husband, and toward the noise coming from behind them. your eyes widened as the tetsugami emerged into view. it's rust-red carapace glinting in the sunlight like aged armor. it's body was crab-like in shape with a wide, flat shell that curved protectively over it's back.

it's seven remaining legs, each the width of a tree trunk, moved with surprising grace despite the size and weight of the creature. the absence of its front right leg didn't seem to hinder it's movements; it's gait was steady, with powerful legs sinking into the soil with each step, leaving deep impressions behind. its pinchers clacked excitedly as it shifted its weight, the sound reverberating like distant thunder. its antennae twitched, scanninng the air for potential threats, while it's small, bead-like eyes glimmered with an eerie intelligence.

strapped to it's surface were supplies for the journey—barrels of provisions, rolled up tents, and neatly stacked crates secured with thick leather straps.

"þetta er tetsugami," mitsuki stood proud, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. you turned toward her, recognizing the words enough to know she was introducing the creature. her expression softened as she gestured to the beast, inviting you to approach.

you hesitated, glancing back at katsuki, who was already climbing onto his dragon's back. his crimson eyes met yours briefly before he turned his focus to his mount, silently leaving you to make your own choice.

you stepped closer to the tetsugami, its sheer size making you feel small in comparison—as if the huge people you now live with weren't enough... its mandibles clicked rhythmically, a surprisingly soothing sound as you placed a tentative hand on the edge of its shell. the surface was rough and cool, like weathered stone, but it radiated a subtle warmth from the sunlight it absorbed.

"he's beautiful," you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.

the tetsugami let out a low, resonant hum—a sound that rumbled deep in its body, vibrating through your fingertips, like a contented purr, and it made you smile.

ragna approached from the side, her brows arching in surprise as she took in the sight of the beast. "quite the creature, isn't it?" she said, though her tone carried an air of caution.

you turned to her with a grin, "ride with me,” you offered, gesturing to the sturdy harness slung across the tetsugami's shell.

ragna hesitated, her gaze flicking between you and the creature. "the tetsugami is only brought out for important people, my lady-"

"you are important," you insisted, taking her hands in yours, your voice soft and earnest, "it's a long journey, and i'd feel better having you by my side."

ragna's lips pressed into a thin line, her expression conflicted for a moment before she nodded, "v-very well," she gave in, sighing as you clapped to yourself.

with mitsuki's help, you climbed onto the tetsugami's back, settling into the cushioned saddle fastened securely near the center. the saddle was surprisingly comfortable, with a wide padded seat, designed for stability. ragna joined you, careful as she adjusted her position beside you.

the tetsugami let out another hum, chittering as it adjusted to the added weight. its antennae twitched again, and it began to move, its legs carrying it forward with a deliberate, swaying rhythm.

as the caravan set off, the sounds of boots crunching against dirt and the occasional clang of weapons accompanied the steady thuds of the giant crab's steps, broke the silence. the missing leg added an uneven cadence to its movements, a faint scrape with every third step that served as a reminder of its battle-scarred history.

katsuki's dragon took to the skies with a powerful leap, its wings slicing through the air as it ascended, leaving the rest of you to follow below.

the journey had begun.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘! <————««

"frú mín" - my lady

"hæ! þú ert hér! loksins hér!" - Hello! You're here! Finally here!

"ég er celeste" - I am Celeste

"þú ert skítug" - You're dirty

"sitja kyrr" - Stay still

"kyrr" - Still

"farðu" - Go

"þar" - There

"ég hef eitthvað handa þér" - I have something for you

"komdu" - come

"þetta er hann" - this is him

"drengr minn" - my boy

"komdu hingað" - come here

"ekki hrædd" - don't be afraid

"þú stóðst þig vel" - you did well

"farðu upp" - get up

"ekki vera veik" - don’t be weak

"þú lifðir það áður" - you survived it before

"ég mun horfa ofan frá" - I will watch from above

"þetta er tetsugami" - this is tetsugami

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[adoringmha]

pairing: barbarian prince! katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

content warnings: FEMALE READER! violence and injuries, cultural discrimination, prejudice, xenophobia, social ostracism toward the protagonist (you), intense conflict, gender dynamics, emotional distress, animal death, harsh environments, power struggles, language barriers. [lemme know if I forgot something]

sorry if this seems scattered. it was written when I got time and I barely had any during the past two days ╥﹏╥

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 ~ 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗! 4.1k words

prologue!

your world got significantly smaller, restricted behind these stone walls. you sat on the edge of the window of your new chambers, staring out at the vast, jagged landscapes that surrounded you, awaiting your husband's daily visit.

for these past few days, everytime katsuki came to see you, he was covered in soot, sweat, or this amazingly, deliciously, sweet aroma. and you wondered which of them he'd come with today.

the biting chill of the air that graced your skin gave you goosebumps, as you shivered, taking a frigid breath in, "ragna," you murmur, turning to the tall, sturdy woman who stood silently by the doorway.

she stepped forward, expression neutral as ever. she'd been a constant presence since your arrival, being the only one capable of bridging the gap between you and this new world. "yes?" she answered, waiting for what comes next.

"can you tell me about your people?" you hesitated a bit, "i want to understand." patting the cold stone next you.

ragna's expression softened slightly, and she moved closer, making herself comfortable, "of course, my lady," she smiled, "what do you wish to know?"

you gestured vaguely to the walls around you, "everything. how things work. the customs. start anywhere."

her lips twitched, holding back her eager grin, "as you can see, my lady, our clan is nothing like your kingdom," she started, guiding your head to look out the window again and down to where the people were hard at worked in their fields, and moving about with logs on their shoulders, "here, our women hold power. they are life and death."

your brows knitted together at her word phrasing, "how so?"

ragna's voice grew steadier, carrying a note of pride as she spoke of her people, "in your land, men rule because they are stronger. here, women rule because they create. the clan mother is the heart of the people. she births the warriors, guides their steps, and ensures the clan's survival. she is the one who holds the true power."

"she is our leader. a fierce woman, strong and wise." her hands form fists subconsciously, "the men may wield their axes, but it is she who determines where and when they fall. she is not to be taken lightly."

you leaned back, feeling every bump of stone bound together against you, processing everything she said. "this is why they seem so different from my people?"

ragna nodded, "men may sacrifice their children for their people, but women sacrifice everything for their children." your thoughts briefly flashed back to your father... "your arrival disrupts the balance, my lady. some believe you weaken us. others fear change. you are our future." bringing a hand forward to hold yours.

"do they hate me?" you blurted out, fiddling with your fingers as you looked up to the conflicted look that overtook ragna's face.

she hesitated, thinking carefully, "some fear you. others... yes, they do hate you. they see you as weak." she didn't lie, if they could they'd iliminate the weakness on the spot.

your chest tightened, but you straightened your posture, brushing it off. "they too were once weak." you brought your stare up to her's, "and just as they grew stronger, so will i."

before ragna could reply, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall, and both your heads quickly snapped toward the door. katsuki entered, his broad frame making your heart race as your eyes land on him, his presence thickening the atmosphere.

his red hot glare, sharp and unyielding, flicked between you then ragna, and back you, all the way down to your trinket covered ankles that jingle as you walk.

his beefy arms squish you into his chest—a custom you introduced him to as a way of greeting you instead of awkwardly standing in front of you for 20 minutes— and you couldn't help the stupid smile that crawled it's way onto your face, "hvat eru þeir að segja?" katsuki rasped, his tone curt and seemingly straight to the point. ragna stood up, and rattled out a bunch of incoherent words and sentences and your eyes darted up between them, back and forth.

katsuki's jaw clenched, his gaze shifting back down to you. "ekki skiptir máli hvað þeir hugsa," he snapped, turning away. though you didn't understand his words, his displeasure was clear.

ragna's translation was quiet, her attention coming back to you, "he says it doesn't matter what they think."

you rose to your feet, immediately connecting the dots—ragna ratted your doubts out...— you lift your chin to look up at him, "it does matter. if they hate me, it's only a matter of time before they act on it." and ragna's voice echoed behind yours.

katsuki's lip twitched in frustration, but he said nothing. instead, he rested a hefty palm on your head, leaving behind a tense silence that settled heavily in the room.

later that day, katsuki returned to your room, plopping—what you think—is a dead boar, down in front of you and he kneeled beside it. you immediately look at ragna for help. "it's for making you sad you earlier." she giggled, resting a hand on her belly.

"sad? i wasn't- oh..." you too started giggling as you realized, "will he do this everytime i get upset?" you chuckled, cradling his head in the soft cushions of your chest, trying your best to hold in your laugh as she nodded. "i'd like for you to show me your village, instead of a dead animal, katsuki." and ragna's voice followed yours.

and finally, he brought you out of the stronghold for the first time since your arrival, the steady rhythm of his boots, leaving heavy crunches in the gravel as he walked beside you, and ragna trailed a little ways behind. you could feel her eyes burning the back of your head with every step you take...

your skin tightened, perking your nipples under the thin cotton draping your body, as the wind prickled your skin, sending a violent shiver down your entire body. katsuki shrugged his fur cloak off and threw it on you, sending you in a stumble with the force.

"hæ!" he yelled, grabbing your arm, "i'm okay, i'm okay," you giggled, looking up at him, "afsökun," he roughly dusted you off. ragna had rushed to you but with a simple raise of your hand she stopped short.

"thakka thyer," you smiled at him, only to grin wider when you saw the shocked look on his face at the almost familiar sounds that graced his ears. "shall we?" you hug his cloak closer as you continue down the dirt paths that lead into the village, tucked into the valley where the stronghold stood tall against the horizon.

the houses were made of timber and stone, thick roofs sloping against the cold, with the distant hum of activity filling the air. you had never seen a place like this—untamed, rough, and yet strangely beautiful in its own way. the land, harsh and unforgiving, matched the people. you had heard stories of their legendary strength, their ability to overthrow kings and destroy rulers. they were known as conquerors, fierce and untouchable, but now, walking through their village, you see a different side.

the first thing that struck you was the children. in your kingdom, children were raised in luxury and comfort, but here they played in the dirt, their faces smeared with earth and joy. the laughter that filled the air was light, carefree, but it wasn't the kind of joy you were accustomed to. it was raw, unrestrained, and full of life.

a little girl with wild hair and a smudge of dirt on her cheek approached you, holding out a small wooden doll. she spoke in their tongue, too fast for you to try to understand, her wide eyes full of hope.

ragna bent down, translating with a smile, "she says you're very beautiful, that she's never seen someone like you before."

you laughed softly, reaching out to take the doll, the weight of it simple, yet comforting. "thakka thyer," you murmured, hoping you said it right, because katsuki looked at you like you were blabbing nonsense when you said it to him...

the little girl beamed, rushing off to join the other children. you couldn't help but watch her go, her carefree spirit so unlike anything you had known. these children, these villagers— had never been pampered. they never had the luxury you grew up with, and yet, they had things you didn't.

as you walked further into the heart of the village, you saw a group of women working together to prepare food—big cauldrons over roaring fires, knives slicing through meat with practiced ease.

their eyes flicked to you briefly in curiosity. it seems this was their first time seeing a someone as small as you. though their stares started to feel more and more judgemental the longer they looked...

a small group of older men sat nearby, their muscles thick and solid, but their hands were not gripping axes. instead, they were working leather, stitching it together with slow, deliberate motions. they were crafting, mending, tending to what was necessary for survival.

it was a sight that shocked you, the great warriors who were known for their brutality now focused on such delicate, mundane work. you had imagined them only as conquerors, towering giants, but here they were, doing what needed to be done for the survival of their people.

you glanced at katsuki, his expression unreadable as he walked beside you, taking in his features that glowed in the sunset. he looked like the rest of them—stoic, hard, and powerful.

ragna, ever the silent observer, noted the look on your face. "is it so different from what you imagined? my lady," she leaned to whisper.

you nodded slowly, taking in the sight of the men working alongside the women, "they're strong," you murmured, "but also... gentle, in ways i didn't expect."

ragna smiled, "that is the balance of our people. every piece is needed. every role is vital." the softness of her expression a stark contrast to the roughness of her surroundings.

as you walked further, you passed the blacksmith's forge, the rhythmic pounding of a hammer against metal ringing in the air. you had seen blacksmiths at work before, but the sheer power of the men and women here was something else. their muscles flexed with each strike, their movements coordinated, and their fire-forged weapons were some of the finest you had ever seen. the blacksmiths, covered in soot and sweat, didn't look up as you passed, their focus unwavering.

you caught sight of an older woman sitting on a bench near the edge of the village, her back hunched but her gaze fierce. her hands were gnarled from years of labor, but she sat with an air of quiet authority, watching the village with eyes that had seen more than most. you felt a sudden urge to approach her, you wanted to know what it was like to live a life so full of struggle, of strength, and survival. you needed to ask.

but katsuki's voice broke your thoughts. "vér skyldum fara aptr." he said, his tone sharp,—almost a warning or perhaps? or just a desire to keep you close?

you nodded, but before turning to head back, you gave the old lady one last glance, before grabbing on to your husband's arm.

-

nightfall came quickly, and the air was biting as the sun descended behind the jagged mountains. ragna was at your side, her presence comforting, though the silence between you was palpable. neither of you spoke as you approached the large wooden doors of the council hall, guarded by two massive warriors. their eyes flicked to you, but they didn't move. there was no hostility in their gaze, but the wariness remained, a reminder of how much you still had to prove...

one of the guards nodded at ragna as she spoke briefly in their language. the doors creaked open, revealing the vast room inside—a dimly lit chamber lined with long tables where the most powerful figures of the clan gathered. the air was thick with the scent of stone, fire, and old wood. the council members were already seated, their faces solemn and stern as they discussed matters that shaped the future of their people.

you couldn't help but feel the weight of all their eyes on you, most didn't understand you and didn't care to. you were katsuki's wife, a foreigner, an outsider—and that was all they saw. ragna whispered at your side, "do not be afraid. you are here to learn, my lady."

with a deep breath, you nodded, chin lifting in quiet defiance. no matter how much they resented your presence, you would stand your ground. you weren't just a pawn in their game—at least, not anymore.

the high table at the front of the room was where katsuki sat, his back straight and posture commanding. his eyes flicked to you as you made your way toward the empty seat beside him. the others at the table were much older, faces lined with experience, each one dressed in the heavy furs and iron of their clan, exuding authority and strength. katuki's mother, clan mother, was present as well, seated at the head of the table. her fierce gaze swept over you as you sat, unbothered by your arrival but no less critical.

"sittu hér," katsuki muttered in his native tongue, his voice low and tight, barely above a growl. though his words weren't exactly warm, there was something almost comforting in the gruff tone.

ragna translated softly, in your ear. "he said, sit here."

you nodded to him, your eyes meeting his for a moment before you focused on the other members of the council. you felt every set of eyes on you as if they were all waiting for you to make a mistake, to stumble.

the clan mother spoke, her voice booming, though her words were foreign to you. it was ragna who translated once again. "we have gathered to discuss the future of the clan. there are whispers among our people that threaten our recent unity, and we must decide how we will face these challenges."

your breath caught in your throat at the translation. you knew there were whispers, rumors— but hearing it spoken aloud in such a cold, clinical manner made it finally feel real. you glanced at katsuki, but he gave no sign that he was bothered by the news. his gaze was unwavering and his posture still.

"torvok's faction grows restless," one of the councilmen said, his voice deep and gravelly, though you could sense the unease in his tone. his thick beard seemed to be the only soft feature of his face, as his eyes were sharp, calculating. "they say the blood of our people is being tainted by this foreign bride."

the words stung, though you refused to show it. instead, you kept your chin lifted and your gaze unwavering, even as the room seemed to close in around you.

the clan mother's voice broke through again, sharp and clear. "i am not blind to the whispers. torvok and his followers believe that they can stir unrest, but they will not succeed. our future is bound by the strength of our warriors, but also by the strength of our alliances. the marriage to the princess was not made lightly. it was done for the good of the clan, for the survival of our people."

katsuki's eyes flicked to you briefly, the tension between the two of you unspoken. he was angry, not at you, at those who dared to question his strength and your place in the clan.

"the alliance between our peoples is the only way forward," another councilman spoke, his voice harsh but carrying a trace of concern. "if torvok and his followers believe the princess is weak-"

"gæt þín tungu. þú munt eigi mæla svá um konu mína aftur." katsuki slammed his fist onto the table, his voice echoing through the chamber.

ragna's translation was swift, "he says, you will show respect." she swallowed the dryness in her throat and you passed her your goblet of spring water, and she reluctantly accepted.

the council members exchanged uneasy glances, but none spoke further. the clan mother observed the exchange quietly before speaking again. "we will deal with torvok's rebellion. it will not disrupt the balance of this clan. the princess will learn the ways of our people, and she will prove her strength."

her gaze shifted to you, calculating but not unkind, the weight of her approval—or disapproval—hanging in the air. "þú munt sýna þeim hve sterkur þú í raun ert."

"she says, you will show your true strength to the people." you nodded, your posture straight and unwavering.

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the next day when evening came, a feast was held in the great hall. the smell of roasted meat filled your nostrils and the crackle of firewood greeted your ears, with the low hum of conversations spoken in harsh, guttural tones. you sat beside katsuki, your presence a beacon of contrast amidst the towering figures of the barbarian clan.

you felt their eyes, sharp and suspicious, cutting through your skin like shards of ice. but you kept your gaze level and expression neutral, even as your pulse quickened.

"ragna," you whispered, leaning toward the woman beside you, "are they always this... tense?"

ragna's reply was cautious, as she too had her suspicions, "they are watching... waiting for something..."

you nodded, fingers gripping the edge of your goblet as you brought it up to your lips.

suddenly, a crash echoed through the hall, drawing all eyes to the far side of the room. a figure, cloaked in shadow, leapt forward, a blade glinting in the firelight.

your breath hitched as the assassin lunged forward, and before you could react, katsuki was on his feet, his movements swift and precise. he intercepted the attacker with a growl that reverberated throughout the hall.

"ek mun drepa þig fyrir þetta!" katsuki snarled, his voice a thunderclap of rage.

the assassin struggled, but katsuki's strength was overwhelming. he slammed the man onto the floor, the blade skittering out of reach.

ragna translated softly, "he says he'll kill him for this." leaning down to your ear.

"katsuki," you called, a soft voice cutting through the chaos. he paused, his eyes burning as they met yours.

"bring him to me," you ordered firmly, walking out from behind your table. ragna's translation was immediate, and for a moment, katsuki hesitated. then, with a grunt of annoyance, he dragged the attacker toward you.

the hall fell silent as you stepped forward, your small frame dwarfed by the imposing figures surrounding you. your eyes swept over the room, locking briefly with those who dared to look your way.

"if you think me unworthy of becoming clan mother, then feel free to challenge me." you announced, "do not sneak or cower to take my life." you pick the assassin's dagger up, admiring the shine it gave with the firelight.

ragna translated each word, her voice carrying them with the same fierce determination.

"what is your name?" you asked, looking down at the struggling figure under your husband's strong arms and he mumbles something while laughing, that makes katsuki dig his knee into his spine even more, "my lady, i cannot translate what he said..."

"you cannot?" you seethed, "or you will not?" turning to face a flustered ragna... "very well."

"raise him to his knees," you spat, watching every muscle flex as your husband obeyed. blood trickled from the corner of the assassin's mouth, his defiance still burning in his eyes despite katsuki's unrelenting grip on his shoulder.

your heart was racing, but you forced your voice to remain steady, "do you have a family?" your foreign words sharp and clipped ringing through the hall. ragna, standing by your side, quickly translated. and his head shot up, giving you a good look of his entire face.

he then spat on the ground near your bare feet, muttering something in his language. katsuki snarled, his hand tightening on the man's shoulder, forcing him lower.

"he refuses to answer," ragna said softly.

"so he does have a family..." you grinned, rubbing the handle of the well crafted dagger. "what is your name?" you asked, tilting your head as you burned the image of his face in your head. short black hair stuck to his forehead as he hugged and turned his head away.

"he refuses to answer that as well, my lady..."

you took a breath in, "it seems he is not proud of his actions. a man who hides his name, does not deserve the dignity of forgiveness."

the rest of the clan murmur at your boldness, their guttural voices rising and falling in the background. your husband's usually sharp gaze now fell soft, with a mixture of surprise and intrigue glinting in his eyes.

"tell them this," you turned to ragna, "this man attempted to end my life, not out of bravery but out of fear—fear of change, fear of the unknown." you looked down at him in pity, trying to think of a suitable punishment. "such fear has no place here."

ragna translated, steadily carrying the weight of your words.

"i will not demand his life," you continued, your voice ringing clear. "but he must face the consequences of his actions." you paused again, thinking. "let him carry a mark that will remind him, and everyone here, of his cowardice."

the murmurs grew louder, rippling through the gathered barbarians.

"what... mark?" ragna asked quietly, her brow furrowing in concern.

"hmm... i'm not sure," you pat your chin with the dagger in thought, "oh! i've got it!" you clap, "burn the mark of a coward into his left cheek for all to see." you clasp your hands in content, a bitter smile itching it's way across your lips.

ragna hesitated, her lips parting as though to argue, but katsuki spoke first, his voice low and guttural.

"bróðir," katsuki barked, gesturing toward one of the guards nearby, he stepped forward, his expression grim as he produced a branding iron. the clan fell silent, the air thick with tension.

you stepped aside, allowing the guard to heat the iron in the nearby fire and you turned to the gathered clan, voice strong in your chest, "let this be a warning to all who think to act against me. i am not a woman to be underestimated." something came over you, you couldn't hold back your words... "i am your future clan mother, and i will protect what is mine."

when the iron was ready, the guard approached the assassin, who now struggled against katsuki's hold, his defiance finally giving way to fear. katsuki held him steady, his jaw tight as the iron was pressed against the man's skin.

his screams tore through the hall, echoing off the stone walls. the scent of burning flesh filled the air, and the mark—a simple, sharp rune symbolizing cowardice—was left seared into the flesh of the man's cheek.

"this is mercy," you said firmly, "remember it."

katsuki released the attacker, who crumpled to the ground, clutching his face. katsuki's sharp eyes swept over the gathered crowd before he barked a command, sending the guards to drag the branded man away.

the hall remained silent, every pair of eyes now fixed on you as your pulse thundered in your ears, but you held your ground with your chin raised high.

katsuki stepped beside you his presence imposing and protective. he said nothing, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"i will say it again for those who did not hear me the first time." you paused, letting ragna finish her translation, "if you think me unworthy, you are welcome to challenge me." gesturing to yourself, "but know this, i will not fall easily."

"i will protect my people everything i have." you promised, "ég mun verða móðir!" and they exchanged shocked looks, at the familiar words rolling off your tongue.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 <————««

"hvat eru þeir að segja?" - what are they saying?

"ekki skiptir máli hvað þeir hugsa." - it doesn’t matter what they think.

"hæ" - hey! or oi!

"afsökun" - apologies

"þakka þér" pronounced "thakka thyer" - thank you. [it's written in pronunciation form when reader speaks 'cause she's learning.]

"vér skyldum fara aptr." - we should head back.

"gæt þín tungu. þú munt eigi mæla svá um konu mína aftur" - watch yourself. you will not speak of my wife in such a way again.

"þú munt sýna þeim hve sterkur þú í raun ert" - you'll show them how strong you really are.

"ek mun drepa þig fyrir þetta!" - i'll kill you for this!

"bróðir" - brother [because katsuki's mother is clan mother, he referred to the guard as brother.]

"ég mun verða móðir!" - i will become mother

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»»————> 𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙!

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[adoringmha]

a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.

Bakugou wears a bracelet. You’ve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that you’re in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.

It wasn’t flashy or adorned with any kind of logo—just a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.

“You’ve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,” you said, sitting down on his study chair. It’s a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.

Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. “Yeah, and?”

“Is there, like, a story behind it?”

“No story,” he said with a shrug, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Really? That’s so bland. I thought there’d be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.”

He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. “It’s just somethin’ I wear. What’s it to you?”

You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.”

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“Again with that! Why can’t you be nicer now that we’re graduating?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

-

But the conversation stuck to you.

It’s the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.

“What’s this for?” He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.

“A box.”

“No shit,” he scoffs, “what’s in it?”

“Open it to find out!” You egged him on.

Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.

“Ta-da! A bracelet,” you said, smiling. “For you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.”

He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal one—brightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for “strength.”

“I’m not wearing this,” he said flatly.

It’s like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.

“What? Why not? It’s cool!” you argued. “I even made it myself to really match you!”

“It’s not my style.”

“Sure it is. Look, it’s got black, silver, and even a little red—it screams Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I didn’t get you anythin’ as a parting gift,” he tells you.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. “Just thought this’ll go with your metal bracelet.”

He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft “thanks,” and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.

-

Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.

“Hold still,” the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. “Oh, that’s cute. Is that handmade?”

Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.

He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. “Yeah. What about it?”

The stylist smiled warmly. “It’s a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.”

Bakugou snorted. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

-

When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.

Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??

A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??

Guys, he’s worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! 🙂‍↔️

You, of course, caught wind of the news—because honestly, who wouldn’t when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakable—the bracelet you had made all those years ago.

Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadly—more nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.

You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time you’d spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.

You didn’t even think you’d live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.

But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadn’t completely faded with time.

Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person who’d given it to him.

“Guess you were right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. “It does scream Bakugou Katsuki.”

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[adoringmha]

bakugou “do it yourself—no—i’ll do it” katsuki.

In simple theory, you have your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, wrapped around your finger. And he can fight it all he wants, but it’s nothing if not the wholehearted truth.

“Hey, can you grab me some coffee?”

Bakugou didn’t even look up from his phone. “No. Get your own damn coffee.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, turning your attention back to your work. You didn’t miss the way Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he stood up a few moments later. When he returned, he placed a steaming cup of coffee on your desk without a word.

You hid your smile behind the rim of the cup. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, glaring at you.

-

Later that afternoon, you two were sparring in the gym in the comfort of your home—courtesy to your husband insisting that it’s a non-negotiable when arranging the first designs of your dream home together. You were struggling to move one of the heavier training dummies back into its original position, and once again you had the brilliant idea of putting your theory to the test.

What’s the point of having a husband if he doesn’t let you do things like these?

You let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to Bakugou, who was wiping sweat from his brow. For a moment, you forgot what you were about to say—momentarily distracted by how good he looks, muscles glistening and all with his signature black tank top.

Goddamn, you scored a hottie.

“Katsuki, help me move this,” you called, pointing at the dummy.

“No way,” he shot back immediately. “You’re the one who moved it there, so you deal with it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, turning back to the dummy and giving it an exaggerated shove. Before you could try again, Bakugou had stormed over, cursing at the dummy under his breath. He grabbed the dummy with one hand and effortlessly dragged it back into place.

“There. Happy now?” he grunted.

Oh, so it could be resist, then actually do it, or refuse while doing it anyway.

You smiled. “Very. Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his ears slightly tinged with pink.

-

By the end of the week, it had become a game for you. You’d ask for the simplest things, knowing full well that Bakugou would always refuse—only to do it anyway. Maybe it’s his love language to refuse but comply nevertheless.

“Can you pass me the remote?”

“No. Use your legs.” Hands it over.

“Can you open this jar for me?”

“Do it yourself.” Opens it in one twist.

“Can you get groceries on your way home?”

“Fuck no.” What do you mean he’s already loading the grocery bags in his car?

“Can you carry my bag for a second?”

“Die. I’m not your damn pack mule.” Carries it all the way home.

-

One evening, you two were sitting on the couch of your home, eating takeout and watching a movie. You were cuddled up with a freshly ironed blanket—thanks to Bakugou, who had done the laundry yesterday while you did the ironing when everything had dried enough—poking at your food lazily. You turned to Bakugou, your head resting on the couch cushion.

“Hey, can you grab me some water?” you asked with a sweet smile.

Bakugou glared at you, pausing mid-bite, his usual scowl in place. “No. You’ve got legs. Use ‘em.”

“Okay,” you said simply, turning your attention back to the movie.

You decided that you’ll get water once you finish this specific scene.

Bakugou lasted all of five minutes before he let out a loud groan, stomping to the kitchen and returning with a glass of water. He shoved it into your hands, his expression equal parts annoyed and resigned.

“There,” he grumbled. “Happy now?”

You took the glass with a smug grin. “Thanks, Katsuki. You’re the best.”

He sank back onto the couch, crossing his arms and glaring at the screen. “You’re so damn annoying.”

“You love me,” you said teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, his ears turning red. But he didn’t deny it.

“Married me, too. So I don’t think you mind at all.”

“Die.”

“‘til death do we part, Kats.”

And despite all his protests, you knew the truth. Katsuki Bakugou might have sworn you’d never have him wrapped around your finger, but with every little thing he did for you—grudgingly or not—you knew you had your conclusion.

Even if it’s a little bit.

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[adoringmha]

“Dafuq?!” TREND WITH BAKUGO PLSPLSPSLSPSLS YK HED BE SO MAD AND CONFUSED. like I can imagine you’re sat at y’all’s table and he hands you a bowl of food and your like “thank you dafuq”

Link to trend

pls i won't write a whole thing but it would look like this

he pauses for a second, face all twisted up because did he just hear you right?

"uh...you're welcome?"

he sits down with his food across from you and you hum happily, making him look up.

"this is really good dafuq."

he blinks at you, face practically twitching because he's so confused and doesn't know if he should be offended or not.

"the fuck? are you surprised i made good food?"

you make a face back at him, offended by his offense. "no, dafuq?"

"then the fuck are you saying that for?"

you shrug, "cause i can, dafuq."

his eye twitches as he stares at you in disbelief, mouth slightly open. "can you not?"

"no, dafuq."

"what the fuck is going on?"

"nothing, dafuq?"

you go back to eating your food and he stares at you for a good five seconds. is this real life?

right when he starts eating, you speak.

"i'm getting seconds, dafuq."

"bro-"

[adoringmha]

playing one of those couple drinking games with katsuki and you pick out a card that says deep french kiss your partner, or drink two shots.

“alright,” you put on a fake serious tone, face deadpan, as you focus on everything but your boyfriend. you can feel his gaze on you as you reach for the shot glasses and gasp when he grabs your jaw, gently but firmly and turns you to face him.

his brow is raised, “don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

you smirk as he pulls you in for the kiss, hand still holding you in place, like you would even go anywhere.

the kiss is slow and sensual as he takes his time with you, tongue toying with yours as if he’s learning you for the first time. your hands can’t help but find their home in his hair, making him groan into your mouth as you pull on the strands and scratch his scalp.

he pulls away with a teasing and possessive bite to your bottom lip, eyes trained on it as he caresses where he bit with his thumb, hypnotizing you with his touch.

“we’re ending this game sober, i already told you.”

[adoringmha]

okay that same tik tok trend where ur bf ranks the physical touch but w izuku-

you set up the camera, recording as you start to explain, “okay so you’re gonna rank how upset you would be if another guy touched me in different ways.”

izuku’s brows furrowed, eyes widening. “what baby?…” his tone confused and slightly worried.

you laugh, “it’s okay, alright it’s from one to ten, one being the worst.”

he nods and looks to the screen with you. “mkay…”

the image stops and your boyfriend laughs awkwardly and a little uncomfortable at the idea.

someone giving you a shoulder massage.

“why would you need someone else to-??? uhhh.. um okay.” he pauses to think, taking it very seriously. “hmm i guess four.”

you smile to yourself, knowing how much worse other options can be. “okay.”

a handshake.

he brightens up, a smile on his face. “oh! that’s fine, ten. very appropriate.”

cuddling in bed.

his smile crumbles and you bite back a laugh, feeling slightly bad.

“are you in a bed?!”

you nod, looking at him, “mhm.”

he blinks several times. “two.”

“you okay baby?”

he puts an arm around your waist and takes a deep breath, forcing a smile. “mhm.”

you kiss his cheek before pressing the screen again, making him relax a bit.

someone give you a piggy back ride.

he laughs louder this time.

you tease him, “well maybe i like sprained my ankle or something you know.”

“three please.”

you smile.

someone giving you a bath.

he laughs in complete disbelief, borderline panicking as he puts a hand to his forehead as though he’s about to faint.

he mutters to himself, “i can’t even imagine how i would…why would this even…”

he looks back at the screen, “put that at one immediately please.”

someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

his lips part for a moment then close. he’s starting to look visibly more bothered, a grumpy pout on his face. “five.”

when you go to tap the screen again, he stops you.

his hand squeezes your waist, eyes basically pleading. “um…do we have to keep playing this?”

maybe you’ve tortured him enough.

[adoringmha]

your drabble's about the physical touch trend are so good 💕 if any day you feel like it, can you write one with shouto? if not that's totally okay, i'm sorry!!

pls so i actually just saw a tik tok that gave me shouto vibes so here we go

“okay so you’re going to rank how bothered you would be if another guy touched me in different ways from 1 to 10.”

todoroki blinks, looking at you sideways. “why would another man touch you?”

you laugh, “it’s just the trend, it’s not real.”

he sighs, “okay,” and continues eating his chips.

it starts off strong.

someone giving you a piggy back ride.

your boyfriend makes a face of disgust and turns to you then back to the phone.

“three.”

someone cuddling with you in bed.

he blinks in disbelief and turns to you again, saying your name in offense. “why would you ever feel the need to do that?”

“it’s a hypothetical, babe.”

“well i hypothetically don’t like it.” he crunches a chip aggressively before putting the bag aside and crosses his arms. “one.”

someone hugging you from behind.

again, he looks at you. “no…that’s terrible.” he shakes his head. “two.”

someone popping a pimple for you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on.”

you answer around a laugh, "it's someone popping a pimple for me."

he frowns, a mixture of confusion and botheration in his features. "that's...odd but also intimate. i also don't like that." he turns to you like a pouting child. "i don't like any of these, they're all bad."

you know he's silently asking you if you can stop playing the game, so you give in to your pouty cat of a boyfriend and let him continue eating his forgotten snack with a kiss on his cheek. "alright, no more torture today."

he gives you a small smile, "thank you."

[adoringmha]

bakugo x reader • suggestive / smut-ish

trying the tabs chocolate with katsuki, and at first he didn’t want to. “i don’t need any help in that department, sweetheart.”

but after you explained you’ve always wanted to try it just to see what it’s like, he caves cause he’d do anything for you.

to be honest, he didn’t think it was going to work cause he doesn’t believe anything. and it took a little while to sink in.

“i told you it’s a scam.”

“just give it a minute babe.”

you’re both sitting on the couch, his legs spread as he lounges comfortably, you under his arm, tucked into his side.

all of a sudden, your boyfriend gets quiet, his breathing gets heavier as he’s trying to process—is this thing really working?

he starts shifting on the couch, raising his hips a bit, as his pants suddenly feel tighter, and you notice, squeezing your thighs together as you start to feel warmer.

you sigh slowly, "i...i think it's–"

he grabs your thigh, his voice already deeper than it was a minute ago, "get on top of me."

you pause for a split second before climbing on top of him. the both of you look at each other, breathing deeply for about three seconds before practically fusing together.

your torso is pressed up against his with no space in between, tongues already toying with each other's as you grip onto one another. his hands are roaming your body, holding you down against him while you grind against his lap and he bucks against you.

you trail your lips urgently to his neck, leaving marks on him as he groans and closes his eyes in pure need.

"fuck i can't believe-" he gives up on his words and grabs your jaw with one hand, dragging your mouth back to his.

he can't believe a few things––one, that this chocolate shit actually worked, two, that it's physically possible for him to want you even more than he normally does, and three, that he can actually feel the blood pumping in his veins that's how bad his body aches for you.

but saying all that is way less important than getting to feel your body and make the both of you feel good, so he focuses on the needy, almost guttural moans you're letting out as he reaches into your pants, groaning against your lips when he feels how wet you are.

okay, maybe the chocolate isn't a scam, and you definitely need to try this again sometime.

[adoringmha]

doing that tik tok trend with katsuki where your bf ranks how mad he would be if another man touched you in different ways from 1 to 10...pls

the first image is someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

katsuki's jaw clenches, "no one would even be able to get that close to you."

you roll your eyes with a smile. "just imagine."

"then i'd blast his hand off." he blinks, serious as ever.

"you're not supposed to say what you'd do to them, you have to rank it."

he practically snarls. "one."

you laugh. "baby you have to be serious."

he cuts his eyes to you from the side. "does it look like i'm joking?"

"you have 10 things to rank, babe. i guarantee you that's not the worst thing you'll see."

he mutters to himself, "why did i agree to this." he sighs. "fine, four."

second, someone giving you a massage.

you swear, his eye twitches. "i'd break both his arms."

"that's not––"

"don't care." katsuki says matter of fact, adding his own rule to the game. "three."

third, you sitting in someone's lap, facing them.

he turns to look at you, offended.

you laugh, "why are you looking at me like i actually did it?"

he rolls his eyes. "tch, i'd break his kneecaps." he crosses his arms. "fucking one."

you sitting on someone's shoulders.

he runs a hand over his face in disbelief. "i'd knock him out, there's no way. why the fuck?-" he shakes his head. "two."

you stifle a laugh.

someone giving you a bath.

"immediately fucking no."

"katsuki-"

"they're all one, fuck it. we're done with this dumbass game."

[adoringmha]

reading this again made me think of katuski who really just needs your kisses throughout the day. like, it's a part of his routine, and once he adds something to his strict regime, it becomes essential, and his whole day feels off without it.

so even when you're both mad at each other over some petty argument, he can't leave the house without a kiss goodbye. he'll grumble and come up to you while you're on your laptop, blatantly ignoring him.

he stands there, grinding his teeth, as he glares down at you. you look ahead, still not sparing him a glance, and blink a few times in annoyance when he stays silent for a whole 30 seconds.

"can i help you?" your voice is tight, as you roll your eyes.

"i'm leavin."

"okay?" you answer, clipped, silently and secretly cursing at yourself for pushing him away when you know what he wants (it's what you want too). you're just too stubborn, sometimes more than him.

he shifts on his feet. "i'm leaving." his voice is quiet, slightly timid, but still stiff. you know he's pouting internally.

his eyes are burning onto your face with how hard he's staring, a silent demand (plea) in his gaze and presence.

you glance up at him and feel your resolve cracking, no matter how much you want to grab the pieces and jam them back together to stand your ground.

you manage to glare at him for a solid five seconds before you look away and give in. but you're still stubborn about the way you do.

"i'm not getting up." you still keep your gaze away from him, because you know if you do, you'll want to give in even further and wrap yourself around him like a koala, like a moth to a flame.

he responds like a petulant child needing to get the last word in as he bends down, "didn't say you had to."

his eyes glance over your face and he bites his tongue to not say anything snarky to make you change your mind. his hand lightly tilts your head and he presses his lips against yours sweetly, despite the tension (that's slowly dissipating) between you two.

he gives you a sweet, long kiss, it's an apology, a reminder that he loves you, and a goodbye to keep him going for the rest of the day.

your hand comes up to rest on his that's still holding you in place, his thumb absentmindedly running light circles on your cheek. you can practically feel yourself getting lighter, looser.

when he pulls away, you can almost feel the cord of tension wanting to pull the two of you together again for another kiss, but you both fight it. he takes his time letting his hand slide away from you and the both of you stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

"i'll see you." his voice is quieter than before, barely a whisper.

you lick your lips and his eyes catch onto the motion. "be safe."

he stands up straight and nods slightly. "always."

and okay, you won't admit it but maybe, you needed the kiss just as much as him. it is a part of your routine after all.

[adoringmha]

ONLY FOR YOU [9K]

— viking!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

WARNINGS: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, viking themes light, smut/fluff/angst, referred to as: lady/baby/princess, p to v sex, assplay, spanking, massage+oil (f), handjob, breast play, fingering (f), head (f), bkg referred to as chief, dirty talk, love confessions, lovey dovey, whole load of grovelling, hello eren n mikasa!!!!

NOTES: part four of FOR YOU viking bkg!! can be read as a standalone. this comes before JUST FOR YOU because i wrote that they love each other in that fic when this fic includes the first confession lol so i’ll edit the note on that fic. hope you all enjoy. the beginning was written many months ago lol but finally finished. lots of grovelling bkg here and i’ve wrote things i’ve never wrote before! looking forward to hearing what you have to say :) also play please please please by sabrina.

FOR YOU MASTERLIST!

what people don’t mention is the unspoken notion that your partner is a reflection of you. you’ve chosen to be with this man, spend your days with him and share your deepest moments. if he does something stupid, there’s an idea that you’d be okay with it, perhaps even do it yourself. having a partner, especially a man at your side puts you in the position to be utterly and completely embarrassed by him. your girlfriends would tell you how they were dating a man who just broke it off randomly and how embarrassing it feels to just share that information. or another how, they took a man home to meet her parents and made not one, but three embarrassing and highly offensive jokes. embarrassment from men isn’t new. but it’s definitely new for you.

you don’t care if silent treatment is childish, you don’t even know how to comprehend everything you’ve heard today. you’ve kept your fake smile on for long enough, through all the conversations, greeting new people and attempting to make new friends. 

bakugou knew something was up with you. how you refused to look at him at dinner, turning away from him every time he leaned in to talk to you. he shuffled to scrape his crispy potatoes onto your plate and you made no move to thank him. the worst was when you froze when he put his hand on your thigh causing him to remove it abruptly.

he needs to go home now, sort out whatever the fuck was wrong with his wife.

he whispers to you, “you finished eatin’?”

you’ve leant back in your chair, plate half finished. all you manage is a nod. 

“wanna go home now?” he’s testing the waters, studying every turn of your head and fidget of the table cloth.

“yeah.” you continue facing forward. you want nothing more than to leave.

bakugou stands and immediately all the attention goes to him. you follow the gazes of the women across the table, how their eyes widen. watching him like a piece of meat.

“we’re goin’ now,” is all he says and if you weren’t so pissed off you would have laughed at how kaminari quickly piles in the last spoonfuls of his food.

your fake smile finds its way back on your face as you rise to your feet, “thank you for inviting us! we had a lovely time.” 

it’s all for the audience when you give your fiancé a side hug, your hand sliding along his chest under his furs. your other hand grips his bicep and you both truly look like a beautiful couple. you feel so unlike yourself, putting on a show in front of other women, especially women you only wanted to be friends with but it’s a job that has to be done. united front and all.

you keep his hand in yours until you walk out to your horses, your crew behind you both. only when none of the neighbouring village people are around do you rip your hand out of his.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? did someone do somethin’ to you?” he tries.

“let’s just go home,” you feel defeated. anger and anxiousness rattling through you.

though bakugou steps towards you, chest to chest but you refuse to meet his eyes.

“tell me now so i can sort out whoever’s in there now,” he sounds every bit caring and dangerous, shiny eyes trying to find yours without literally dragging your face to him by the chin.

you sniff, “nobody did anything to me. let’s go home.”

silently you hop on bakugou’s horse daisy, with the man following behind you. after ordering his men, as soon as daisy starts walking he speaks up, “you’re tellin’ me when we get back.” 

today was going to be one of the first times you and your fiancé bakugou katsuki, were out in public together in a neighbouring village. often bakugou would leave the village, for a raid or a deal or a visit. fulfilling his chief duties. you would too occasionally for a new day out with your friends, having fun making new identities for the evening. but today you were lady bakugou. not completely yet in the name but you have your shiny engagement rock on your finger, glistening in every way the light shines. then shiny rubies hanging at your ears and three beautiful delicate gold chains around your neck. a couple of rings littered your fingers from a raid a few weeks ago and you’ve got on one of your new dresses you’ve had tailored recently. the boost of confidence is like no other. you’ve rubbed a dab of honey in your skin and some lavender across your neck and wrists. then lastly a smear of raspberry and sugar that one of the village ladies made for you. 

you feel beautiful and you know it’s a fact when you step out of your home, and your glorious chief of your village is standing waiting for you. he’s had morning duties while you got ready for the journey and you’re a bit surprised by the large entourage he’s bringing with him. you’re bringing your maid sophie, who stands behind you and your fiancé practically has his whole crew. their horses and his own, lovely cinnamon brown daisy at his side.

the frown that many would believe is built into his face, immediately lightens at the sight of you. so similar to the sight of a flower the day it’s ready to bloom. comparing katsuki to a flower does seem odd, with the scar across his lip, another across his eyebrow. then a few more down his arms and his chest. all of which are showing as he’s only got his favourite black furs hanging at his shoulders. they drape down to his waist, covering his nipples but not the deep set of abs he’s got. paired with these premium black boots that cost a fortune and so much jewellery it’s hard to distinguish one chain from another. his silver jewellery is a weight at his neck, just another proof of his wealth and health that he’s able to carry it all day. then his lobes are coated in more silver, as with his fingers.

“you look beautiful…,” he stops what he was doing to give you his full attention, carmine eyes dropping from your braided hair to your feet, “my lady bakugou.”

your body burns at his sweet sweet attention. even the way his men still look at him with shocked mouths open. yes, their chief can be loving. only to you. another man nudges the other, and they go back to preparing their horses.

you snap out of it, shaking your head and walking towards him with a bounce in your step. “thank you my beloved, but i’m not even a bakugou yet.”

then you stop right in front of him, lifting your head to face his. he knows what you’re asking for without saying it. for him to fulfil his husband duties. it’s a single second of looking at each other up close. his caramel scent mixed with something earthy makes you feel deluded and the feeling only worsens when the left corner of his mouth rises in a smirk.

“you will be and you definitely are today, princess,” 

then he kisses you for the first time today. lips slotted together like puzzle pieces as your palm finds purchase on the part of his chest that’s showing. he’s warm and delectable, wasting no time in opening your mouth for his tongue to slide through. he makes you feel all fuzzy, your brain becoming one of a teenage boy to rapidly undress him and take more and more and more of him.

but you’re a grown woman, pulling away from him because someone has to remember there’s an audience around. you brush some of the sugar from your lips off his though it only makes him grab your hand to lay another kiss in the centre of your palm. 

“i mean it though, you look unbelievable. i’m lucky to have you by my side,” it’s said in a deep whisper, bakugou holding eye contact so intense it feels as if he’s trying to communicate those three other words too without actually saying them. you think you would return them.

you grin and it feels like a bubble has formed around you two, “i’m lucky to have you too. you look gorgeous.”

then you pull from his embrace, the deep want, longing, the love for him almost choking you. or not love, or maybe love, or yes love? you move to his horse, rubbing her face soothingly.

“i’m assuming i’m riding with you today, chief?” you say loudly as if to snap out of whatever that just was. your new horse, cheesecake is nowhere to be seen.

he hums, his ringed hand finding your waist, a peck on your cheek, “yeah, want you with me for this long journey.”

the day started so well, poking his sides and sitting behind him on daisy. kissing his neck while he threatens to push you off. bakugou even made sure to inform you about who you’re visiting, one of his closest friend’s eren jaeger. they’ve been childhood friends with their parents also being friends and since his parents have recently passed he’s taken on the role of being the chief of his village. it was only a dinner with his wife mikasa and their new baby in company and a few shared friends of the village. to say you were looking forward to this was an understatement. you loved meeting new people, the potential to be friends.

though as soon as you hopped off daisy, you could sense it. eren and mikasa were lovely, their baby sleeping back home for the moment. eren was gorgeous, tall and lean instead of bulky like your katsuki. emerald green eyes with a beautiful emerald chain around his neck. mikasa took you under her wing, with long shiny black hair and a swiftness that told you she took part in raids.

on the tour around the village, you thought you were going insane. the familiarity all the women had with your fiancé. the bug eyed stares, undressing him with their eyes. you thought to assume it’s because everyone grew up together right? he’s known them since childhood. but from when you meet the local baker, one of mikasa’s maids, actually three of mikasa’s maids, two of her friends, a local gardener, many of eren’s men’s wives, something clearly was going on. one reached out for his forearm to which bakugou turned around just in time to not notice. the most undeniable thing was how every single woman you’ve met here, sans mikasa, looks like they wanted to murder you in the worst possible way. either that or pretending like you weren’t there. gossiping behind their palms to one another with a giggle at the end. 

you remember a while ago bakugou mentioned he’s never slept with women from his village. does that mean it was always from other villages? he can’t have had a relationship with all of these women? bakugou’s facial expression barely changed from one woman to the next whilst nearly every single one regarded him with pure elation until eren introduced you as his fiancé. then the glares and odd optimism like you don’t exist.

“you gonna tell me now? i can’t be a good husband if you don’t tell me. please.” bakugou pleads, following you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. you have half the mind to sleep in the spare room tonight and depending on how this conversation goes you think you just might.

you spin around to face him once you’re together in your bedroom. bakugou jumps slightly, wide eyes at how angry and distraught you truly were, hidden all day. you’re past frowning, gritted jaw and flared nostrils. your hands in fists before relaxing then clenching again.

“you embarrassed me,” you spit.

bakugou feels something snap in his chest before confusion coats him, “what?”

“it would have been helpful, katsuki, if you told me beforehand that you’ve fucked the whole village so i didn’t have to sit through conversation after conversation from women thinking you were back for them or how good you fucked them last or getting glared at by everybody or listening to how every woman in the room knows you have a beauty spot on your left ass cheek!”

bakugou’s jaw drops. he doesn’t think he’s ever in his life been stunned to silence.

his lips move but he’s unsure what to exactly say, “i… i didn’t think—,”

“yeah, you didn’t because multiple women today mentioned how they thought you were their boyfriend and were shocked to find you’re here with a fiancé. then… then hearing how stupid i’d be to think you’d stay loyal to me when you hadn’t been to them!”

you feel hot all over, overstimulated with the amount of jewellery you’ve got on, your socks, the lace of your dress prickling your cleavage.

you breathe, covering your face with your hands before ripping them away the next second, “what the fuck, katsuki! even mikasa, the only woman you hadn’t had sex with was surprised i was clueless. just throwing me out to the wolves today.”

you move to pull off your rings, dropping them in a bowl on your side of the bed. then your earrings and necklaces. 

katsuki steps towards you keeping you out of arms reach. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this in his life. perhaps when his mother would shout at him as a child? but he was a brute, stomping out of the room and thinking he was in the right anyway. usually, it was him shouting at others but he’s actually hurt you emotionally. no broken bones or bleeding, he’s genuinely deeply hurt you.

“i’m sorry, yn.” he chokes, looking at his hands, “i was fuckin’ stupid to now think about that. i just thought about introducin’ you to the guys and their wives. i didn’t even think about my… endeavours with those women.”

“how do you not think about these women while they’re convinced they’re in the running to be the next lady bakugou? you clearly did more than just fuck them,” you focus on one stiff ring, stuck on your pointer finger. fuck, you’re going to need to get some oil or butter. you yank at it again and again until before you know it tears begin to fall. “for fucks sake.”

“shh, shh, wait,” he spins you around by the shoulders and takes your hand with the stuck ring. tears fall onto your hand as you look down and bakugou feels like a knife is only twisting deeper inside of him. “lemme take it off you.”

he opens up a box you have behind you, swiping soft lemon balm between two fingers. he wipes it over your finger, under and around the ring, then slowly twists it and slides it off your finger.

as soon as it’s off you snatch your hand back holding the bruised finger against your chest.

“i’m sorry, baby. for me, it wasn’t anythin’ serious with them. i’d sleep with some of them when i was younger, a few years ago, all before i even knew about you. they were around when i’d visit eren and not to sound weird and up my ass but they all wanted the status from me, not me,” he says sympathetically, dying to drag you into his arms.

you wipe your eyes quickly, “seriously? so you didn’t make it clear to them that it was just sex? you were happy just fucking and leaving these women? who even are you?” 

you pull off your dress, padding around the room in just your underwear to find a spare sleepshirt, “do you know how embarrassing it was? to hear everything about my fiancé, stuff i didn’t even know?”

there’s one under your pillow you drag on with bakugou still frozen like a statue in the middle of the room. 

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i shoulda told you but we’ve barely spoken about our past like that and i didn’t think they’d have that much shit to say about me.”

you frown at him like he’s stupid, scrunched face and turned up lip. “i’m sleeping in the spare room, goodnight.”

“yn, please,” he tries to grab your arm but you dart out the way.

“i don’t want to be around you. we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“leave me alone, fuckboy.”

all your and bakugou’s staff get whiplash looking at each other so fast, rolling their lips in to stop giggles bursting out.

you pay no mind to your fiance sitting at the head of the dining table for breakfast. he’s freshly showered with only his engagement ring on a chain around his neck and a forest green tunic. he’s definitely not his usual well rested self, there’s a tint of darkness under his eyes, his palms sweaty on his thighs. you do this to him.

you on the other hand are still in your nightshirt, bouncing around the dining table to put food onto your plate. strawberries, blueberries, buttered toast and a chocolate croissant. 

“yn, just sit so we can talk. please.”

“benny! thank you for the pain au chocolat! i need to get the recipe from you.”

benny, your head chef waves over to you while bakugou grunts.

“stop fuckin’ ignorin’ me.”

you slowly lift your head to him, eyes wide with faux innocence. “oh, like you did with all those women? again, shut up bakugou.”

bakugou grits his teeth as you pop a blueberry in your mouth. you don’t give him a chance to reply, talking to sophie who walks past you, “i’ll be eating in the gardens. i don’t like the energy in this room.” you waft your hand around you for good measure.

when you’ve left the room, bakugou flings his head back on his seat behind him. “what the fuck am i supposed to do?”

he’s met with silence till he looks over to his staff. some of his housekeepers, his cooks and his maids have known him since he was a kid, others from when he first became chief. most are close to him in an oddly familial way and now with you.

“honestly. speak to me.”

it’s not often bakugou asks for advice so again, his staff are hit with surprise.

sophie speaks up first with the softest tone she can muster. bakugou knows the love she has for you. “apologise, chief. let her talk at you and explain your process of thinking. you were very… sorry chief…,” sophie looks for the right word before landing on, “silly. very silly.”

“fuck,” bakugou grunts. sure he used to sleep around. he didn’t intend to drag anybody on or hurt you in the process. he forgot how possessive women can get… the fuck is he saying, he’s the most possessive person he knows. 

“you lot eat if you haven’t already. i’ll go find her.”

you’re sitting cross legged on one of the wooden benches littered around the gardens, looking out at the flowered bushes and vegetable gardens to the left. you look content, wiping a pastry flake off your cheek and listening to the light hum of bees. till you hear your fiance plop down beside you and your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance.

“ruining my evening and my morning. wow,” you mutter under your breath. bakugou sits up straight, crossing his arms across his chest.

“i’m sorry, i should have warned you i had relations with other women.” his eyes bounce from you to the lake further ahead.

in slow motion, your face twists. eyebrows upside down, scrunch of your nose. “i’m not going to even answer that. i had a woman tell me i was just your new plaything that you’ll get bored of while three other women laughed.”

your voice cracks on the last word and you wonder how you’ve become so emotional now. you haven’t even started talking and you’re ready to cry. you won’t though.

“i’m sorry—,”

“in another room, two girls were talking about how good of a fuck you were and another was close to tears when another introduced me as your fiance. that apparently you slept with her twice and she thought you really really liked her. wait, then another who said she lost her virginity to you years ago and was convinced you’d come back to her?”

you turn to your beautiful man, who has a whole village wrapped around his finger. his eyes are wide at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“i’m not going to call any of those women crazy if that’s what you want from me. i get it. i know what it’s like to have a crush on you, sleep with you and have your attention. i’ll probably be joining them in a week.”

are you being dramatic? honestly, you don’t know, you’re not in the right mind to think about this all clearly. your mind just keeps going in circles that you’re not enough for him. is this all really unbalanced and you like him more than he does you? are you now thinking of every possibility possible? has he given you any reason to not think these things?

“you’re not gonna be fuckin’ joinin’ them. you’re not like those girls to me—,”

“how?”

bakugou blinks, “how what?”

“how aren’t i like them? i’m sure you got some of them gifts, called some pretty, definitely had sex with a lot of them.”

“‘cause you’re my wife. i want you beside me forever.” 

he says it like it’s obvious.

you sigh with your whole body, gripping your plate between the tips of your fingers.

“i need more, katsuki. yesterday i was told every single thing needed to make me the most insecure girl on the earth.” you plead, now putting the plate on the ground to hug your knees in the bench.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you’re slipping through his fingers so he begins talking without thinking.

“i was young and stupid and i used to sleep around. i think it was because i just wanted some intimacy or some, i don’t fuckin’ know, some love? or control over how i was loved? and i’m not sayin’ that for some sympathy or whatever. you know my parents never hugged me or shit, my first hug was from sophie when i was fifteen and my first kiss was from a girl from eren’s village. once i realised girls were attracted to me i used it. no violence or reciting my duties of becoming a future chief. i just craved… intimacy, i think.” 

bakugou sniffs. fuck, he has more to think through than he thought. you’re still beside him, waiting for more.

“i got carried away sometimes. i kept my emotions out when some of the girls were very emotionally involved. which is my bad i didn’t make things clearer. but i never thought about them afterwards, i’d leave and be back on raids, training.” bakugou leans forward in his elbows, head in his hands, “i was fucked up, on my own clock. never taught to care about people i left behind in other villages.”

you watch bakugou realise in real time, the extent of his actions. killing people in raids and he’s left. messing with women and he’s gone. one is his duty, the other… not quite. he stares ahead blankly for a few seconds before turning to you, looking at you as if you hold all the answers.

“do you understand that? and i’m not askin’ for sympathy but do you get what i mean? i was taught to care about my village.” his final words become a whisper.

you’ve gone on raids. you’ve been in rooms with your family as they plan murders. you sit with katsuki as he plans to take other villages' wealth and food. all done for survival and power.

“yeah, i do. kill or be killed, we live on that. but what, i’m in your village, your property, so you won’t do me wrong? that’s the difference between me and them?”

bakugou’s lava eyes harden to rocks, “anythin’ that goes for me goes for you. this is also your village, i am also your property. i am going to marry you, i’m swearin’ on everythin’ i’ve worked for that i won’t do you wrong. that’s the difference between you and them.”

but there’s something there that’s still not enough. you understand every word that leaves his mouth. you follow his lips until he’s finished then the sharp angle of his jaw to the pair of gold earrings in his ears. you need more. more.

“tell me you love me.”

“i love you with my life.”

there’s not a beat in between your question and his answer. there is a silence after of you studying his face whilst he becomes an open book. he sits up straight, twisting to face you. it’s not that you don’t believe him. bakugou tilts his head at you, trying to grab what you’re thinking.

“i can’t be a good husband if you’re not honest with me, baby.”

“this is not as romantic as i wanted it to be,” you mumble.

bakugou chuckles.

“you’re in trouble, don’t laugh.”

bakugou nods in acceptance, hands in the air but his smile stays.

you lean back in your chair defeated, looking ahead.

“so do you love me too or should i fuck off?”

“you’re not getting that from me yet. tell me why you won’t leave me. tell me why i’m different to those women.”

bakugou gulps but it’s easier to speak his mind now, those three words are out of him. 

“‘cause i love you. before i met you i loved you, hearing what people were saying about you. from the day i dropped on one knee before you and how you frowned at me like i was a fuckin’ idiot before saying yes. the way you care about me, the way you love our village and everyone from your home. i won’t leave you because i need to hear you snort when you laugh too hard three times a day minimum or i’ll die. ‘cause if i leave you, i’ll think about you for the rest of my life. ‘cause if i leave you i’ll never get to hear how cheese and grapes are better than cheese and apples and i’ll never get to see you fuckin’ smile at me. ‘cause if i leave—,”

you slap a hand on bakugou’s mouth, “okay i get it.” a soft smile finds your cheeks.

lightly, he pulls your hand away. “‘cause if i leave you i won't get to love you and i think that’s all i’m really here to do. i shouldn’t have been a dickhead before, shouldn’t have lied or used those women. i won’t even have the chance to do it again. i’m sorry for embarrassin’ you too, you can punch me in the throat for that.”

“i’m not going to punch you.”

“you can if you want.”

“i don’t.” you shake your head slowly, before rising to your feet, “so i was planning on spending my day with cheesecake and then helping the villagers. i’ll see you later maybe.”

maybe? spending your day with your horse instead of him? “no love you back? i’m free until the evening though, baby.”

his tone lingers, arm stretching out to grab your hand. but you move out the way just in time so you don’t make contact. by the way you’re stepping back, hands behind your back, you’re refusing to touch him. he pushes, “now tell me you love me.”

you know it’s hurting him not to hear it from you and the feeling makes you grin internally. “i’m still mad at you, you little whore.”

bakugou sighs dramatically, “i said i’m sorry. gimme a kiss.”

you laugh in surprise, “it’s going to take more than saying you love me to make me forgive you for a village’s worth of embarrassment, fuckboy.”

you don’t even give him time to reply, going back to your home to prepare to bathe and change before heading out to see cheesecake. bakugou stays seated on his bench, following your figure. he suddenly feels so full yet empty. he grinds his teeth, cracking his knuckles. you need to say you love him back. he knows you do… right? but now he needs to work for it. can’t be that hard. 

to get to the stables you need to pass bakugou’s training ground. there are sheds of weapons and armour, seating for an audience and a large patch of mud from grass being eroded with all the movement. you only look at the groups of men, some wrestling, others with knives till you land on your fiance smack bang in the middle giving instructions.

your fiance, the only man with no shirt on, is shiny with sweat and his usual slacks cut to shorts. you tut, knowing exactly what he’s doing. he’s all golden brown from being under the sun, abs like freshly baked bread from the oven. he’s still got his iconic silver chains and his earrings in, glistening from perspiration. he pushes his hair back off his forehead, features mushed in an unimpressed frown. any other time and you’d probably walk through the violence and over to him. have a quick chat, palm on his chest. tracing over the scar on his stomach.

though when he’s about to see you, you turn your head away. 

“yn! princess!” 

you have half the mind to completely ignore him but united front and all. people are watching, especially the village women in the stands whose greedy eyes follow your husband like prey.

you sigh, “yes katsuki.”

there’s a tinge of anxiousness in bakugou and he can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt like this. he stands up straighter, rolls his shoulders back and even puffs out his chest a little. then he realises your tapping foot and your darting eyes like you wish to be anywhere but here.

“i was waitin’ for you to walk by. i’m gonna make it up to you,” and your chief of the village fiance reaches behind him to pull out a beautiful blush pink peony. your favourite flower. though its stem is a bit bent from being in his pocket and a few petals are browning from being picked too early.

you take the flower to inspect between your fingertips. “i, err, got more for the house in case i damaged this one.” he can’t stop talking, “kinda fuckin’ did there. fuck. i didn’t want my men to step on it if i left it on the ground. there was loads on the east side of the river and i thought of you. i love you, i told you earlier but i wanna tell you more.” he clears his throat, scratching his head then crossing his arms, “hope you enjoy your day today, i love you.”

bakugou’s first time navigating love and he has no clue how he’s doing. your blank stare isn’t helping. he can’t figure out which cogs are turning in your head and he can’t translate your crossed arms. one of his men walks past you both, looking at their chief’s love being unreciprocated.

“can you get back to fuckin’ work?” bakugou growls and the man holds his hands up then shuffles along.

“thank you. i do like peonies,” you state.

bakugou’s chest burns and his throat gets tight. that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “thought i could put it in your hair?”

you don’t say yes or no so he takes it upon himself to weave the stem through a braid, the flower landing by the arch of your eyebrow. 

“you look beautiful. like my princess,” he says, eyes glowing as he studies you. you smell good too, buttered lavender and thyme. 

if you weren’t mad at him you’d be climbing on him like a tree in your forest, bringing him in for a kiss on his lips and cheeks. 

instead, you give him a tight smile, “thank you katsuki, i love it.” not him. “i’ll see you later.”

then you jog to the stables.

bakugou’s left surrounded by his men, grunts and harsh chuckles. a hand lands on his shoulder, “she still mad from yesterday?”

he’s not got it in him to tell kirishima to fuck off so he just agrees. “yeah. i’ve never had her like this before.”

“at least she’s not completely ignoring you. i’ve had that before and it’s hell. just get her gifts and shit. women like that.”

he knows what women like, he didn’t realise a whole village still remembered him. you though, what’s going to get you to love him?

“fuck!” bakugou mumbles to himself, water coating his shoes. “who would leave this by the entrance?” 

you watch the bucket of clean water you just collected from the stream now soaked in bakugou’s socks and the hay on the ground. you pat cheesecake’s side.

“i would. i wasn’t expecting any visitors,” you say and it’s clear in your tone for him to go away though stupidly he stays.

bakugou blushes, yes, blushes. hot red spreads across his cheeks and he knows his ears match. you still have the peony in your braid and some how it looks as if it’s bloomed for a second time, brighter and pinker than before.

“sorry, fuck, you got that from the stream too. i’ll replace it when i leave.”

you’re silent watching him.

“now?” his eyes widen, “okay wait here, i’ll be back in a second?”

as soon as he’s gone, bucket in hand, you let out a giggle.

“he’s so stupid, isn’t he? big bad chief not so bad now,” you whisper in cheesecake’s blonde mane, taking your comb to brush through his long strands.

it doesn’t take long at all for bakugou to return, four buckets of fresh stream water in his hands. he refills cheesecake’s water trough first, leaving the two spares in the corner.

he wipes his forehead from the sweat, the heat getting to him. he’s still missing a shirt but you’re not complaining, the glisten of his pecs has you lightly sighing.

“i just want you back,” 

he did not mean to say that. the words surprise bakugou, and he rubs his face with one hand. the action leaves a stripe of dirt across his cheekbone. you want to smile but you hold it back. you haven’t embraced since before your trip yesterday, over twenty four hours of not being wrapped up in his arms. it reminds you of when you first met, the push and pull.

you turn away from him, walking cheesecake back into her pen. you bite down on your lip, “katsuki.”

bakugou knows what that tone means. 

“she’s beautiful, isn’t he? i asked your mother what horse you had as a child and i tried to get one similar to what she described.” you never knew that, “i wrote a letter to all the villages, even the ones that fuckin’ hate me but they still read it. when i first saw him i knew he was the one for you.”

you keep your eyes on cheesecake. his blonde main, the caramel of her body, the patches of auburn. he’s a darling. tender temperament with chunky hind legs for a strong ride. you feel bakugou’s presence behind you but he doesn’t touch you.

“turns out he’s your old horse’s grandson.”

that makes you spin around, “really?” cheesecake is related to your childhood horse? “why didn’t you tell me?”

“honestly, i think it slipped my mind. we were still getting to know each other and i didn’t want to scare you or look like i was tryin’ too hard.” bakugou laughs, “i can admit i was tryin’ very hard.”

“you… did that for me?” your fingertips touch your lips and bakugou flickers his eyes to that spot. 

“i knew i was gonna love you. fuck, i already did then.”

you wanna jump and climb on him. have him push you into the hay and have his way with you. with his strong arms, stubble growing in. all this effort when you barely knew each other.

you point your finger in his face, “stop. i know what you’re doing, you need to know what you did yesterday was so unfair to me. i’m not a pushover.”

bakugou nods rapidly, cradling your hand with both of his. “i don’t think you are. i know i was stupid.”

he steps forward and you can feel his breath on your face. the bare skin of his chest against your off the shoulder white top.

“i love you, yn.” 

you swear your panties soak through just a little.

“i’m not saying it back to you.” 

bakugou grins at the defiance in your eyes, ducking down to brush his lips against yours, “don’t then. as long as you keep me around.”

it’s you who pushes up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. there’s relief from bakugou, you can hear his exhale in the kiss. your whole body tingles, hands moving on their own to feel his chest, his sides, his shoulders. bakugou nudges his head for you to open your mouth and you step away.

“i’m not having sex in front of cheesecake.”

cheesecake huffs to himself, deciding to mow on some hay instead.

“who said sex? i was just kissin’ my wife.”

“kissing you always ends up as sex.”

“you were the one feelin’ me up.”

you whip your hands off him, “you purposely came here without a shirt on.”

“and it worked didn’t it?”

“you are so… annoying.”

bakugou grins. loud and shiny. white teeth and bright eyes.

“‘cause i love you.”

“shut up, katsuki.”

your body heats at his attention. you’ve had this man bend you in the most insane positions but hearing those words from him has you crumbling.

“fuckin’ in the stables would be somethin’.” he looks around the wooden building with devilish eyes and then studies your body like he’s undressing you. “you naked in the hay. you whining for me outdoors. anybody walking by—.”

“okay, that’s it. see you later,” you fluster, “bye cheesecake baby.”

that conversation with bakugou has you unsettled for the rest of the day. you’ve done your lady duties around the village. helping with the public harvest, then reading with the elderly. you’re exhausted and so so uptight. you’d love a rub down and a good, maybe a couple, orgasms to finally relax.

bakugou seems to know that as he meets you right outside the village firepit to walk you back to your home. this time with a black tunic for the evening. he’s thrilled to see the pink peony still at your ear.

“i didn’t ask you to wait for me,” you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when bakugou takes it from you and puts it on his.

“i know but i was nearby.”

families wave to you both, saying their good evenings as you both talk.

“i have a surprise for you. something i wanna do for you.” bakugou brushes his fingers against yours. he dying to hold your hand. 

“what is it?”

“surprise, princess. i think you might need it.”

in one of the spare rooms in your home, bakugou has prepared a table layered with multiple cloths. bottles of honey oil from the village on top of them. 

“you looked tense earlier, gonna give you a massage.”

a laugh gets stuck in your throat, “tense? i was tense because you’re a menace!”

bakugou’s joyous beside you, “i know you want one.”

you raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “is this for me or you?”

“being with you clothed or unclothed is always a pleasure, princess,” he smirks and you shake your head.

“fine. just because my body aches and… yeah.” you want his hands on your body.

you pull off your top, covering your breasts with your forearms as you begin to climb the table. that’s all you take off, for the time being. you’ll wait to see if he deserves any more of you.

once you’re flat on the table, you shut your eyes, listening for his footsteps behind you. there’s the ring of the glass oil bottle, then the silky slap of the liquid against his hands. you inhale when he lays his hands on your shoulders.

oh fuck. his hands are paws on you, rough and hard, thumbs drawing circles on you. it feels like heaven as he harshly pushes out a knot, just the right pressure to make you release a soft moan.

“that feels so good, ‘ki,” 

once he’s worked your shoulders, he takes the remaining oil on his hands to smooth down your spine and back, leaving your skin glistening beautifully.

“not to be fuckin’ horny but you’re so… perfect,” he lands on. it’s just your back, but it’s your back. the sensual dip, the rise of your ass. “i love you.”

you giggle to his surprise, opting out of replying with words.

he rubs down your back, avoiding staring at the curve of your breasts against the table. maybe this is a bad idea because his crotch is currently aching in his shorts. 

“can you go a little harder? your hands feel amazing,” compliments are tumbling out of you, but who can blame you with hands this large on your body?

bakugou coughs a sound of agreement.

he kneads his palm along your back and you turn your head to face him, eyes still closed. the harder he presses your lips part, a soft exhale leaving them. “nice, so nice.”

the curve of your ass. “can i take this off, princess?”

he’s about to leave you completely naked on the table.

you hum melodically and bakugou feels like he’s testing all of his instincts as he slowly pulls your skirt and panties off in one go.

he’s idiotic for doing this. he pours oil in his hand, slapping some on both palms before rubbing your ass. 

“fuck me,” he mumbles and he notices your fingers twitch. 

honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny. if he were to spread your thighs apart, he’d be able to see the slick wetness against your pussy lips. you hope you haven’t stained the cloth below you. it’s like a buzz in your veins, a neediness for more even though his hands on your ass makes you feel… sexy.

he loves you and your body. the roundness of your hips, your back, your ass. bakugou lays a kiss on your spine as he runs his hands over your hips.

“it’s taking everythin’ in me to not spank you right now,”

fuck, you want to lift your hips and put your pussy in his face. as soon as you open your eyes, bakugou’s reach yours. he’s waiting for permission, like a good dog.

you bounce your ass, lifting your hips and landing back down, “go on then.”

you’ve never been spanked before, not naked. but you think you’d take anything at this point.

“tell me if it hurts.”

he swats your ass deliciously. you release a moan, the snap of pain quickly being replaced with sweet pleasure. you feel like a cat in heat, dying to rise on your knees and arch your hips in his face.

“oh baby,” bakugou adjusts himself in his shorts. squeezing himself tightly before letting go. “two more times for me, yeah?”

“yes please, chief,” 

he growls above you, spanking you again and watching as your cheeks ripple. your eyes flutter shut with a whine like sugar. it lights you up, fulfills your neediness before making you desperate for more. then he swats you again, quick, before moving to massage your ass right after so you don’t feel too much pain.

“fuck, aren’t you beautiful? i’m fuckin’ luckiest piece of shit to have you, aren’t i?”

the sun begins to set in the distance, warm orange streaming through the room to coat the table. your skin glistens and bakugou feels his balls get heavier. 

“more, ‘ki,” you’re a twitching kitty for him, keeping your face smushed against the table to arch your hips for him on your knees.

bakugou groans like a beast at the sight of you. all wet and slick for him. you’re all needy, begging for his touch.

“your stupid little plan worked. now do something about it,” you say, “now.”

oiled hands spread your ass cheeks open and bakugou licks a stripe across your asshole. he feels like he’s drunk on liquor, plunging his tongue in your hole, feeling the urge to hump himself across the table. he pools his spit between your cheeks attacking the space like a starved man, back from a week long raid. he’d take anything from you, do anything for you.

you didn’t expect him to go there but it makes you thrust back into his face for more. the fact he wants you this bad, willing to have his face stuffed there only turns you on more.

“you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard, beautiful. you taste so good, want you all over me.”

you’re a bundle of nerves and noises. moans and whines mixed with pleasure and a bite of pain when he digs his teeth in the fat of your ass.

“wanna eat you all up.”

then he moves down to your swollen clit, puffy and wet. he does a couple of licks and when you get noisy, he gives you a long suck.

“katsuki,” you screech, “oh my god, oh my— fuck me.”

you’re a scene from his dreams. arching off the table, moving so much he holds you by the hips. he keeps doing what he’s doing, pulling you back into his face from where he leans over the table.

“who got you this wet, princess? tell me.”

you waste no time replying, beads of sweat dotting your forehead, “you did. from when i saw you at the grounds and then the stables.”

“you forgive me for yesterday?” he tries, inserting two fingers inside you at a curve. 

it’s enough to make you gasp sharply before relaxing into him, pushing your ass towards him. “yes, yes i do. just wanna come.”

you give bakugou this look that makes him weak. pouted bottom lip, round glossy eyes, looking completely flustered.

“okay baby, i’ll let you come,” he kisses your hip, two fingers swiping through your folds. “you know i love you?”

“yes ‘ki, i know. i do too.” you whine, eyelids fluttering when he circles your clit. 

it’s glorious, a sugar rush through your body. bakugou takes his time with you, drawing out his apology. “yeah? thank you baby.” he’ll get the words out of you later if they don’t tumble out of you accidentally. “need to show you how much i love you.”

your slick works beautifully around your puffy clit and every time he rounds to your most sensitive spot you twitch, releasing a loud sigh. bakugou groans when you do. he sucks on his thumb for a couple of seconds, then pops it out his mouth.

“tell me if you don’t like it, princess.”

“okay,”

with two fingers still rubbing at your clit, bakugou slowly slides his thumb in your ass. he only gets up to his knuckle, loving how your lips stay parted, face melted into the table.

“is that good?”

“so good, i feel… all full,” you whine. you make an incoherent mumble of syllables and pants, some sounding like his name and others just needy.

a kiss on your ass. “you look like an angel for me, baby. ass up, letting me play with you.”

he takes his fingers off his clit and dips them in your hole, arching his fingers to rub against your walls. you begin to rock into his fingers, “oh my god, katsuki. i’m about to…”

you clench around his fingers and thumb. your back arches to its highest point and you squeal on the table. shaking as delight rips through you, the corners of your vision goes black and for a few seconds, you’re on a different plain. no longer in this room but on a cloud of warmth and sweetness.

“i said i was gonna let you come, didn’t i? anything’ for you.”

bakugou helps you slide down onto your stomach before flipping you around onto your back.

you cover your eyes with your hands as his eyes run down you. you’re shy for some reason unbeknownst to you.

“take your clothes off katsuki. i can’t be the only one naked,” you whine.

bakugou chuckles, a beautiful one that makes you wanna kiss him. he pulls off his tunic and then his shorts, leaving his undergarments on.

you jut your bottom lip out, “why not those?”

he leans down to kiss your lips, “it’s not about me, is it?”

you roll your eyes, “then if it’s about me, i want them off.”

“you should be the chief, orderin’ me around.”

“someone has to do you it,” you grin, laying your hands over your breasts as he pulls down his undergarments.

your pussy weeps at the sight of him. so painfully hard against his chest, standing mighty and tall. his tip is a shiny bulbous red.

“oh katsuki,” you coo, reaching over to touch him.

he doesn’t tell you to stop because he’s dying for your touch. he edges closer to you and when your fingers circle his cock, a low moan spills from bakugou. he leans forward on the table, his body coating you in a shadow.

“feel better, baby?” you whisper and you watch your hard headed fiance nod. you tighten your fist and then he moans all over you.

“oh fuck. this isn’t about me,” he says to himself then, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, bakugou katsuki,” 

just as bakugou darts his head up to look at you, his head drops down like a plant without light. it’s one loud grunt, his hands clenching the fabric you’re laying on and then he spills all over your stomach. he coats you with white spurts, hips thrusting every time. this big beautiful man is all yours and apparently comes from hearing those three words.

he’s all out of breath, holding himself up shakily once he’s done. 

“i didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, cheeks blooming red for the second time today. his eyes become sleepy, exhaustion in his limbs, “you just sprung that on me. you can’t do that, baby.”

you smirk, “i thought it was cute.”

his cock doesn’t go down in size, he still slaps raging hard against his stomach when you let go. you slide your hand up his arm, around his bicep.

bakugou shakes his head huffing a laugh, “i’m not even fuckin’ done with you and you’re calling me cute. i’m not fuckin’ cute.”

you know if anyone saw you right now, they’d say you’re looking at katsuki like he’s hung stars and the moon in the sky. or if they recognise the look in your eye and they’d know it’s love. 

“i love you, katsuki.”

you repeat, just to watch him fall apart over you. he grins like the diamonds he keeps in your basement, like his men brought him back tonnes of meat after a raid. he smiles at you like the love of your life just told you they love you back.

“you’re gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?” bakugou asks and the sight of him leaning over the table, biceps thick and shoulders large, has you prepped and ready for more.

“that’s what you’ve signed up for, chief.”

bakugou reaches over for some spare cloth to wipe you down, “i’ve never come that quick in my life.”

“let’s go again,” 

bakugou hums, giving his cock a tug. “i’m never gonna go down with you lookin’ like this.”

he grabs the oil bottle again, the time pouring it straight on your clean stomach. 

“you know i’m always obsessed with you but you like this,” with both hands he rubs the oil over your breast, grabbing one in either hand. your nipples peak and harden, your back already arching off the table. “has me addicted.”

he’s a mixture of rough and soft, standing on your left to plop kisses wherever he pleases on your face. 

you’re all sensitive, twitching whatever way he goes. “love these two,” then he drags his warm hands down your stomach to your hips, your eyes follow him like everything you’ve ever wanted is in his hands, in him. “i wanna focus on her.”

bakugou stands at the bottom of the table and effortlessly drags you down by your thighs to meet his hips.

you gasp abruptly at the movement, your hair a messy halo around your head. with one hand he taps his cock head against your clit, your legs reflexively coming up to lock around his waist. then he buries his head in your chest, going between sucking your nipples.

you cradle his head against you, as you fling your head back. “oh god. oh that feels so good.”

he’s loud and messy, flicking his tongue over your nipples. “tell me you love me.” he looks up at you and you breathe a laugh.

“are you gonna always be like this?” 

“humour me, princess.”

“i love you, katsuki.”

“i love you too.”

with that, he drags himself up and slides himself inside of you. 

you cosy up to bakugou’s bicep, as he princess carries you to your shared bedroom. the worst thing about being in love is craving comfort from the one that caused you to need it. but bakugou holds you tightly and you’ve never trusted anyone more. he kisses your forehead thrice.

“i’ve missed you, baby.”

“i can’t show my face around there again.” 

“we don’t have to go back but mikasa was good to you? she can come round or i could—,”

“you could do an apology tour. even though i guess those women will hate me forever. i’d hate whoever was marrying you too.”

bakugou grunts and you jab his side in return. “fine, i could do some letters. ‘i’m sorry my dick was so good—,’”

you sit up, “way too soon for jokes, bakugou.”

“sorry, my beautiful wife that i love so much.”

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This is ridiculous.

After being told you were going on a mission in a completely different country, with the one hero you didn’t want to work with, the HPSC didn’t even bother to tell you that there had been budget cuts. Budgets cuts that somehow transferred to the resources allowed to heroes.

Your eyes dart around the room for the nth time before landing on the singular bed dominating the space. Your arms are crossed over your chest, brows pinched together in the middle. “This is ridiculous,” you say, this time out loud.

Bakugou doesn’t say anything. He walks over to the side of the bed, kicks his boots off, and flops down on the bed face first.

You blink a couple times at the sight. Briefly, you note how good his ass looks in his pants. But you quickly shake that thought away and clear your throat. “Um, what are you doing?”

“Sleepin’,” he mumbles, though muffled. You can tell by the way he’s acting that he is exhausted. Usually, he’d spit some insult-that’s-not-really-an-insult at you and then ignore you for the rest of the night. Him giving you genuine answers is a bit weird for you.

“Okay.” You nod once, slowly, pursing your lips. “Right, yeah, sure. So, where am I supposed to sleep, then?”

With a groan that’s a little more dramatic than needed, he sits up and looks at you. “For fucks sake, I don’t bite, Y/n.” He slaps the space next to him and you watch dust appear in the air. “Sleep here, or sleep on the floor. I don’t really give a shit. I’m tired as fuck.”

And he just flops back down and rolls over. In a matter of mere seconds, you can hear soft snores escaping him. Your lips part in a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

Eventually, your legs feel like they’re about to give out. You trudge your way over to the bed and carefully sit down. You don't want to wake him, but judging on the way he’s snoring, you’re not sure you’ll ever wake him up.

As soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re out like a light. All the tiredness from the day washes away— the plane, the two trains, the bus. All the people who recognized Bakugou and not you.

And then you wake up. The blinking alarm clock reads 1:21 AM. on, off, on, off, on— you look away. Your eyes land on Bakugou’s sleeping figure. His brows are furrowed even now, like he’s having a bad dream, and—

Oh. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. For a moment, you’re still. You don’t know what to do. Should you move him? Would that wake him up? Should you pretend to sleep and wait until he wakes up so he can move himself?

You look at his face again. He’s pretty like this, you think. Lips parted slightly, cheek squished against the pillow, hair askew.

While you don’t move your arm, you do shift a little in your spot. His hold on you tightens and he draws you closer to him, exhaling heavily. You bring a hand up to his face and push his hair back.

You don’t hate Katsuki, no matter what the press says.

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“Dafuq?!” TREND WITH BAKUGO PLSPLSPSLSPSLS YK HED BE SO MAD AND CONFUSED. like I can imagine you’re sat at y’all’s table and he hands you a bowl of food and your like “thank you dafuq”

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pls i won't write a whole thing but it would look like this

he pauses for a second, face all twisted up because did he just hear you right?

"uh...you're welcome?"

he sits down with his food across from you and you hum happily, making him look up.

"this is really good dafuq."

he blinks at you, face practically twitching because he's so confused and doesn't know if he should be offended or not.

"the fuck? are you surprised i made good food?"

you make a face back at him, offended by his offense. "no, dafuq?"

"then the fuck are you saying that for?"

you shrug, "cause i can, dafuq."

his eye twitches as he stares at you in disbelief, mouth slightly open. "can you not?"

"no, dafuq."

"what the fuck is going on?"

"nothing, dafuq?"

you go back to eating your food and he stares at you for a good five seconds. is this real life?

right when he starts eating, you speak.

"i'm getting seconds, dafuq."

"bro-"

[adoringmha]

“Dafuq?!” TREND WITH BAKUGO PLSPLSPSLSPSLS YK HED BE SO MAD AND CONFUSED. like I can imagine you’re sat at y’all’s table and he hands you a bowl of food and your like “thank you dafuq”

Link to trend

pls i won't write a whole thing but it would look like this

he pauses for a second, face all twisted up because did he just hear you right?

"uh...you're welcome?"

he sits down with his food across from you and you hum happily, making him look up.

"this is really good dafuq."

he blinks at you, face practically twitching because he's so confused and doesn't know if he should be offended or not.

"the fuck? are you surprised i made good food?"

you make a face back at him, offended by his offense. "no, dafuq?"

"then the fuck are you saying that for?"

you shrug, "cause i can, dafuq."

his eye twitches as he stares at you in disbelief, mouth slightly open. "can you not?"

"no, dafuq."

"what the fuck is going on?"

"nothing, dafuq?"

you go back to eating your food and he stares at you for a good five seconds. is this real life?

right when he starts eating, you speak.

"i'm getting seconds, dafuq."

"bro-"