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Jul 19

stuck together chapter IV

Barbarian bakugo x Princess! reader

Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin

Warnings: writing after writing the story

A/N im taking the longest w this chapter because i want it to be chefs kiss (and long) ofc my requests are open and i plan on writing little side stories for this series! also i took some inspo from @heli-writes a dragons heart. PLEASE read it its so so so so so good like theres a plot AND porn and its beautifully written.

The walk back from the dinner was quiet comforting, even. The air outside the great hall was cool and smelled faintly of pine and smoke, the distant hum of laughter and clinking cups fading behind you. For the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t Prince Katsuki, heir of Empyrea, and Princess *Name*of Versaillea, future queen consort.

It was just you and Katsuki.

Two people walking side by side through torchlit corridors, away from the noise, the expectations, the suffocating watch of the court.

You were simply you, and he was just him.

Your fiancé.

He had insisted you walk back together no guards, no ladies-in-waiting trailing behind, no formal procession. You could still remember the way he’d said it, voice gruff but almost shy beneath his usual arrogance. “’s just a walk. We can handle that, can’t we?”

The king had only chuckled, and the queen had raised an eyebrow before finally allowing it. And so, here you were, walking through the long stone halls of Empyrea, your footsteps soft against the crimson carpet, your joined silence far more intimate than any conversation.

You were still in full Empyrean attire, something that had filled Katsuki with obvious pride at the start of the evening. The gown cream coloured and its long bell/angel sleeves whispering against your wrists with every movement. Along the hem of the skirt and the cuffs of the sleeves, red embroidery curled in intricate patterns of flowers and ancient sigils, delicate and yet fierce.

Queen Mitsuki had called it Kurogarna.

“It means ‘the dress with the blood of enemies,’” she had explained earlier that evening, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and reverence. “A design worn only by the betrothed or wedded. A woman draped in Kurogarna wears the victories of her husband, the promise of strength, the burden of his legacy.”

You had smiled politely at the time, unsure what to think. But now, walking beside Katsuki, the symbolism felt heavier.

You stole a glance at him. His hands were shoved into his pockets, posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, golden, restless kept flicking toward you.

“You’ve been quiet,” you murmured.

He shrugged, a corner of his mouth twitching up. “So have you.”

You smiled faintly, lowering your gaze. “I’m just… thinking.”

“About?”

“The dress,” you admitted, fingers brushing against the embroidery as if to prove your point. “Your mother said it represents blood. Victories. I was wondering if… it means anything to you.”

Katsuki let out a short, thoughtful sound half grunt, half laugh. “Never thought much about it. But if it’s supposed to mean ‘blood of enemies,’ guess it fits you better than anyone.”

You turned to him with a raised brow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

"the idea of it is that women, who have husbands or somethin' like that. Men here have always killed, animals...people..." He looked at your face, you looked distraught "people in war! Men in war!" he corrected himself. "ANYWAYS. The red on the dress looks like blood from afar, its supposed to show ya got a strong husband, it represents the death of the enemies yer husband killed" He educated you.

You nodded along, trying to understand the custom he was trying to explain.

“But your fiancé, me, uh…” He trailed off, glancing down at his boots, kicking a loose pebble along the carpet. “You already know about my killing streak, don’t cha?” His voice dropped lower, almost careful, but there was that glint again in his eye. Pride. Not shame. Never guilt.

There it was. The same gleam you’d been warned about all those weeks ago. The man-killing machine of Empyrea, wrapped in leather and scars, not caring about being a regal prince.

You drew in a slow breath, your chest tightening. The night air felt heavier now, thick with unspoken things. “Yeah…” you murmured at last.

The word hung between you like fog quiet, fragile. Katsuki lifted his head slightly, searching your face, maybe for disgust, maybe for understanding. His jaw tightened, but his hand brushed yours, hesitant. His skin was warm despite the chill.

You didn’t pull away.

despite your horror.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek, a habit that persisted past childhood "What happened with.."

you were going to ask what happened with King Izuku? where'd he go?

But you decided that wouldn't he a good question, or a smart move. He had a dagger in his belt, and clearly no shame in murder.

"yeah?" he expected you to finish your question, the sound of his boots being the only background noise "nah...its fine" you smiled sweetly to him

"cute.." he thought.

"reckon we gotta get you back to bed huh" He spoke, his voice deepening lowly; causing the now all too familiar warmth pooling in your belly. "yeah...bit tired" you murmured, earning a hum in response.

He took you down the corridors, towards your chambers where Lady Mina and what appeared to be a slightly larger dwarf dragon. The same kind that Queen Mitsuki had, but this one was taller.

She would’ve been around 4'11 maybe 5'0" at most. Her tan, freckled skin was adorned with familiar crimson scales like Kirishima’s, and a pair of small horns that faded from deep red to soft pink. A matching tail and delicate wings;far too small to lift her from the ground completed her draconic features. Her hair was a rich reddish-brown that blended beautifully with her warm complexion, and her eyes were a striking, electric blue. Despite her small stature, she was absolutely breathtaking.

"Queen Momo send her over as a wedding gift, a new lady in waiting" Lady mina seemed disgusted with having to call another person a gift.

"hello..." you greeted the poorly treated girl, she looked up at you with disgust "i wont treat you like a pet calm down" you tried to re-assure

Katsuki the entire time was watching and listening.

"Miyari" The dwarf blurted out

"hah?' katsuki replied

"my name is miyari." She snapped again, obviously not happy with her captivity.

"ah well welcome to my uh...household miyari" you tried to be welcoming.

Lady Mina spoke up again, her tone blunt as ever. “She’s not one of those household-bred ones, I don’t think. Her Royal Highness said they found her on the street.”

You shot her a sharp glare. “Well, you don’t have to say it like that fucking hell, Mina.”

Kirishima and Denki came whistling down the halls, their boots making a ruckus and waking up every maid they could. "Bakubrooooo" Denki grinned at Katsuki " and erm.. Bakubros missus" He awkwardly tried to include you, you smiled to the soldier amused. "hey so basically, that battle ground we mapped out, our scouts looked it over and-"

"its so not motherfuckin' green" Denki blurted

Mina put her weight on one hip, giving the soldiers a side eye. The pink haired woman leaned down to miyari's height and whispered something into her ear, probably to tell her who these two large strange men were. Miyari seemed amazed at the sight of a much larger dragon, with them not being common in Queen Momos kingdom and all.

Katsuki then said "hah? i told you two its not green!"

"nah man its burnt to a crisp worse than flamoras heirs face bro"

"I FUCKING-" katsuki was going to pop before sighing

"i told you both, the land you two wanted to put the base camp was fifty-nine year old battle ground. I TOLD YOU. We need to find a greener spot to put base"

It was almost as if your fiancé had forgotten you were standing there.

'"uhm.." you tried to draw attention to yourself

"dont fuckin' worry 'bout it go to bed" Katsuki looked over at you, reading you face. You looked like you were waiting for something "what ya want a kiss or somethin'?" he gave you the most half assed peck on the cheek he could muster and nudged you towards your chamber doors.

Atleast its progress?

"but..."

"but what woman, but what?" he huffed again

"can i atleast know whats going on..?"

Kirishima grinned with his hundreds of sharp teeth "We should get her in on the action!" he suggested "fuck no?" Katsuki's face twisted at the thought of bringing a princess to a barbarian raid.

they planned, now with the much larger army; to raid the flamora kingdom, and throw over their government. Imprison all of the royal family and keep them in house arrest.

"awh man.." denki and kirishima almost said unison, they proved to be entertaining.

"now, *name* im gonna tell ya again one time 'n one time only. GO-TO-BED." Katsuki demanded, pointing at the door as if you couldn't understand his language. You could, you were taught it at a young age and you spoke empyrean just fine. "i'm not a child..." you huff as you back into your room.

Your two ladies seemed annoyed with Katsukis tone, how could he speak to the women he was just getting all cozied up with at dinner like she was the shit under his shoe. You seemed upset, infact you were. Sucking up your feelings you open the large wooden door for your ladies before following suit.

Katsukis POV

"bro actually she could be of some use" Kirishima whisper yelled to Katsuki, he shook his head "cunt I just said no. What about no dont you understand?" Katsuki spat.

Denki pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin ; which barely had any fuzz, let alone a beard. “Yeah, Kirishima, I don’t know… I reckon they’d try ‘n kill her. Painfully, too,” Denki commented.

"Both of you back the fuck up, she's not coming to a raid. She can come to hunt. Not to a fucking raid." Katsuki snapped, seeming pissed at his soldiers wanting to bring his newly betrothed to a literal kingdom take over. Is Kirishima trying to seduce *name* or something?

why would he care?

Kirishima huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, the leather of his bracers creaking with the motion. The faint scowl tugging at his lips wasn’t because you weren’t coming ;no, it was the way Katsuki was talking to him. There was a flicker of irritation in his crimson eyes, the kind that came from being treated like a subordinate instead of the friend who’d stood beside him through countless battles. His jaw tightened, shoulders squaring just slightly, though he said nothing.

Katsuki rubbed a hand down his face, dragging out a frustrated groan that echoed through the hall. “Both of you cocksuckers, get outta my face. I’m goin’ to sleep.” His voice was low and sharp, the kind of tone that meant the conversation was over.

He scowled at them both, the air thick with tension. Denki just shrugged, used to Katsuki’s moods by now. “Guess that’s our cue,” he muttered under his breath, turning toward the end of the hall.

As they started to leave, Denki tried to lighten the air, glancing back with a small grin. “Uh… speaking of hunts-"

“We’ll go on one after the wedding, Kaminari.” Katsuki cut him off flatly, already lying down on the cot, arm thrown over his eyes. His tone made it clear he wasn’t in the mood for anything more.

Denki only huffed a short laugh and gave Kirishima a look that said, better not push it. The two men slipped out quietly, leaving Katsuki alone by your chamber door.

He glanced toward the wooden door, teeth gently catching his bottom lip. Despite being the one to send you away, his thoughts lingered on what he’d said earlier, about maybe letting you come on the hunt.

Hunts were always a thrill for him; the kind of thing that made his blood hum with purpose. They weren’t just about killing for food; they were tradition, a show of strength, a way to remind himself and everyone else what it meant to be Empyrean. Each hunt brought back meat for the tables and new land for the empire to claim.

But more than that, it reminded him of where he came from ;before the castles, before the thrones and expectations. Back when Empyreans slept in tents and huts high in the mountains, when survival was proof of worth. There was something sacred about it. Raw. Real. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to see that side of him.

Gently as if you were some delicate creature who was easily startled by loud noises, he knocked on your chamber door. Wondering if you actually fell asleep.

Your POV yall

You heard the conversation, the way he sent them away. This was how he treated you not 2 and a half weeks ago. You had the idea in your head that he was trying to sweeten you up so he could bed you quicker. He seemed the horny type.

You pushed yourself out of your bed of furs and fabrics onto the wood floor and brought yourself to the door to open it, peeking your head through.

“Are you here to say goodnight? We already said goodnight, Katsuki…” you murmured, your voice soft in the dim light.

He stood in the doorway, broad shoulders tense, the firelight from the hall tracing sharp lines along his face. “You’re comin’ to a hunt with me and the other two,” he said, not asked, said. his tone carrying that rough, commanding edge you’d come to recognize.

You blinked at him, caught between confusion and disbelief. “Excuse me?”

Katsuki cleared his throat, averting his gaze for a second as if catching himself. When he spoke again, his tone was forcedly steadier and awkwardly polite, even. “Would you… like to come with me? To the hunt. With Denki and Eijiro.”

It wasn’t quite an invitation, but not a demand either. something strange and hesitant in between. He shifted his weight, eyes flicking toward you, waiting for your answer.

"i dont suppose why not, when?" You asked, despite your lack of hunting knowledge. "When?"

"Probably after our wedding, and honeymoon"

"i wasn't aware empyreans did honeymoons"

"we call its Drakfyrna, its more of a mating thing than a honeymoon get-away like you Versaillean people do"

"excuse me mating?" you blurted out dumbfounded.

"empyreans have dragon DNA in us, not as much as shitty scales. Just y'know, enough to have to mate" Katsuki acted as if this was public common knowledge

"i wasn't aware i was being mated." You seem shocked at the revelation "how much have you not told me!"

"we just got cozy with each other, calm down." he grumbled before turning to walk away with literally no good-bye

"oh rude what a bitch" you mumbled to yourself before returning to your pile of furs that they call a bed.

The next day

you get up, trying to stretch out the sleepiness in yourself. Your bones make a weird cracking sound when you stretch. You find yourself being one of four women in your room, the dwarf dragon and three other ladies in waiting preparing boxes "uhm... good morning..?"

"mornin' your majesty" The ladies said in freakish unison. It makes you cringe how creepy it is "so whats on the agenda?' you ask, trying to sound cheerful.

i miss my ladies from home you thought to yourself.

You pull yourself out of bed, the soft fur blankets pooling on one side of the bed. Looking around you realise their packing things up, for a moment you thought you were being sent home. "we're packing for your hunting trip." They informed you, you didn't even realise you had hunting clothes.

"Yeah but what are we doing today?" You asked again "Wedding preparations again your majesty" Miyari grumbled, she sounded much more proper then Mina and the barbarian born ladies-in-waiting. "Ah..course.." you nodded.

Walking into your closet, you let your eyes wander over the endless rows of gowns and garments that seemed to multiply by the week. Silk, velvet, lace, and embroidered fabrics in shades of crimson, ivory, and gold all tokens from the queen, who treated gift-giving like a sport when it came to . Every visit brought something new: another corset, another nightgown softer than clouds, another ornate headpiece too heavy to wear for long. Mixed among them were a few familiar dresses from home, reminders of simpler days and lighter fabrics.

Your gaze lingered on the space where your wedding gown usually hung. It was currently with the seamstresses, undergoing final alterations ; being made lighter, airier, so you could move with some ease. They were also fitting a crinoline beneath, ensuring the gown kept its grand, cloudlike shape without the need for a dozen layers of petticoats and underskirts. Even with the changes, you knew it would still feel like wearing a small kingdom but at least one you could breathe in.

Coming up behind you, mina spoke up "what would you wanna wear?" her tone sounded like she had warmed up a bit to you, despite her coldness in the beginning when she was switched from the queens staff to your staff. "uhh.." you blew a raspberry while thinking "give me a second..."

i have too many dresses, this has to be over-consumption for sure you thought to yourself.

After a while of pushing aside the endless rows of gowns — court dresses heavy with jewels, stiff ceremonial silks, and layers upon layers of embroidered fabric . you finally found something that caught your eye. It wasn’t Empyrean-made, not entirely. The top half was unmistakably Versaillean in style: a baby-pink bodice with a square neckline and soft lace trimming along the edges, its bell sleeves falling in elegant folds (think those 1700s sleeves, like in queen charlotte from Bridgerton or Marie Antionette) But the skirt, unlike the towering crinolines and petticoats of home, flowed freely; light and airy, cut in the Empyrean way so it moved easily when you walked.

It was a strange blend of two world , your world and Katsuki’s stitched together in silk and lace. You ran your fingers down the fabric, tracing the delicate seams where cultures met. Back home, it would have been considered scandalously simple, almost unfinished. Here, it was seen as foreign, soft, even fragile.

You reached for your favorite corset, a simple white one trimmed with delicate lace. It wasn’t extravagant like the ones gifted by the Empyrean court, but it fit you perfectly, hugging your waist in a way that felt familiar and comfortable. You had owned it for nearly two years, long enough for the fabric to have softened and molded to you like a second skin.

Handing the garments to your ladies, they moved with quiet precision, trained hands already knowing what to do. One held the corset steady against your back while another began threading the laces through the eyelets, pulling slowly to tighten. The sound of fabric stretching and laces whispering through metal filled the room. You held onto the edge of your vanity for balance, exhaling when they tugged a bit tighter.

“Is that too tight, my lady?” one of them asked, her usual bluntness in her tone despite her polite words

You shook your head, adjusting your posture as they tied the final knot. “No” you murmured, feeling the familiar pressure settle comfortably around your ribs.

Miyari, handed you the pink gown next, her movements careful and quiet, though her sharp blue eyes flicked over you with something unreadable. You ignored it, focusing instead on the fabric as it was draped over your head and smoothed down your body.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror for a split second before the ladies insisted they prepared you for the day. Ushering you to the vanity.

After what felt like hours of brushing, pinning, and powdering, even though it had only been half an hour, you were finally ready to face the day. Your hair was styled into soft curls, pinned neatly with delicate gold clips that caught the morning light filtering through the window. The faint scent of rosewater and lavender powder clung to you, a reminder of the tedious process of being made “presentable.”

As your ladies worked around you, they spoke of the wedding preparations already underway. Apparently, there were still more contracts to sign, even though your parents had already finalized the main one weeks ago. You tried to listen, though most of it sounded like the same political nonsense you’d heard before; paper, seals, and signatures meant to bind two empires, not two people.

It confused you. Why more contracts? Weren’t you and Katsuki already promised, your futures already traded and sealed? You had seen the original document yourself: elegant handwriting, wax seals, and your parents’ names written beside the Empyrean crest. It didn’t feel like a promise of love. It felt like a transaction.

A sale.

Your parents had sold you off to a people they barely understood, to a land that called itself proud, fierce, and ancient, but to you, still felt wild.

Savages, you thought bitterly. Beautiful, powerful, but savages nonetheless.

Their son had killed hundreds, and had admitted it to you. Enemies to his empire, yes, but innocent men all the same. You knew, despite their charming smiles and easy laughter, Kirishima and Denki weren’t much better. They, too, were savages in their own right.

Kirishima was rumoured throughout the court to wear a necklace strung with the canine teeth of Flamoran soldiers teeth he had supposedly torn from their jaws while they were still alive. You weren’t sure if the story was true, but the way he grinned, flashing those sharp, predatory teeth of his, made it far too believable.

Denki had a rumour that he once lit an entire village on fire, on purpose or accident you didn't know. You believe it to be an accident, despite being a soldier he once passed out over a farmer chopping a chickens head off for dinner.

You snapped back into reality when lady Mina tapped your shoulder "you okay your majesty?" she asked, looking concerned; or perhaps judgemental. You were yet to decide that. "yep fine"

So thats how you found yourself sat at a desk, infront of advisors and the king and queen. Reading over what appeared to be the same contract as what your parents had signed, Katsuki asked what you were thinking

"the fuck is the point of this shit?"

"To secure the marriage Katsuki" His mother replied, her tone suggested no room for his bullshit. "W-what your mothers trying to say son, is that it just makes the marriage more...official!"

“Seems like bullshit to me,” you muttered under your breath, resting your cheek against your fist. A tired puff of air left your lips in a raspberry of boredom as your gaze drifted lazily up toward the king and queen.

“So, what? Do I get a pen or something?” you asked flatly.

One of the court ladies flinched at your tone but hurried forward regardless, offering you a quill with both hands as though it were some sacred relic. You took it with little ceremony, quickly scribbling your name across your copy of the contract. The ink was still wet when you shoved the parchment toward the waiting elders, your expression unreadable.

Katsuki clicked his tongue in irritation, holding out his large, calloused hand for the pen. His patience or lack thereof was written all over his face.

“I’m not a dog,” you reminded him coolly, arching a brow.

“Gimme the fuckin’ pen,” he snapped, fingers twitching impatiently.

You held his stare for a moment, stubbornness sparking between you like flint and steel, before finally dropping the pen into his palm with an exaggerated little sigh. “You could’ve just said please,” you muttered.

He shot you a sharp look but said nothing, scrawling his signature across the parchment with the same aggression he used for everything else.

"You two were making progress where did that go?" Mistuki demanded aggressively. "the progress is still there you hag." he spat "shes comin' huntin' with me"

Mitsuki’s gaze lingered on you, sharp and assessing. You had yet to show any trace of the strength Empyreans prized above all else. Women in her court were rarely expected to be soldiers, but hunting was different. It was a test of endurance, skill, and courage a way to prove oneself, even for those of royal blood.

If you, the seemingly delicate and fragile princess from Versaillea, could hold your own in the hunt, Mitsuki would be genuinely surprised. Her eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering beneath her composed expression, as she silently measured whether the soft-spoken foreigner before her might harbour more steel than her outward appearance suggested. "whatever you say Katsuki." she shook her head in disbelief and rose from her squeaky wooden chair. Leaving Masaru awkwardly sat there with his lips pressed into a fine line, for a empyrean he was...weak. His frame suggested he was fit, but if he used that strength was unknown to you. "Well i believe you can do it." He grinned, trying to be supportive.

You smiled faintly and nodded toward your future father-in-law, then turned to face Katsuki. His expression hadn’t softened in the slightest grumpy, bored, and sharp-eyed as ever. The moment your gaze met his, he spat out, “What?”

Yep, this grumpy man was still very much present. Whatever sweetness or at least his version of it he occasionally showed seemed to have strict limits, and you were clearly bumping up against them.

"bad day?" you tried to be somewhat comforting

"shit day" he replied

"its only nine-am?"

"Yep, and I’m done with it." He grumbled, rising to his full height and turning to face you, clearly expecting you to follow.

You scrambled to your feet, hurrying to fall in step behind him as he strode forward. The hall was lined with advisors and elders, and Katsuki didn’t bother to slow down. “Get the fuck outta my way!” he barked, voice echoing off the stone walls.

A sharp, indignant voice muttered, “No respect he’s got, none.”

Katsuki whirled, eyes blazing, “HAH? WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU OLD HAG?!”

You stepped forward quickly, holding up a hand in a small gesture of restraint. “Okay, Katsuki, let’s go,” you said softly, trying to ease the tension without getting caught in his storm. You gently pushed at his back, the sight would've been a sight to see.

A woman dressed in foreign frilly styles trying to calm a big scary leather cladded warrior. Two very different people.

"Quit pushin' me, woman!" he barked as you gently nudged him toward the door. His chest heaved, and he huffed and puffed like some oversized big bad wolf straight out of a fairy tale. The corners of his mouth twitched in frustration,You couldn’t help but suppress a small grin at how… theatrical he looked, despite his obvious irritation.

“Awwhhhh, big baby,” you grinned at him.

“Shut it,” he grumbled in response, crossing his arms over his broad chest and digging his heels into the carpet, forcing you to stumble slightly.

“Katsuki!” you called, but there was no malice in your tone, just exasperation and a hint of amusement.

He laughed at your reaction, and it wasn’t the harsh, sharp laugh you’d gotten used to over the past three weeks. This one was different, warm, amused, almost soft and it made a flutter rise in your chest. You felt your cheeks heat, and before you knew it, a laugh escaped you too, light and genuine.

Katsuki’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched you, and for a moment, all the tension of titles, expectations, and formalities melted away. Here, in this small, fleeting moment, it was just the two of you, and it felt… effortless. This became one of a good few sweet moments.

The corridor stretched ahead, lit with the faint golden glow of the torches mounted on the stone walls. The sound of your laughter still lingered between you, mingling with the distant chatter of servants and the whisper of the night wind that slipped in through the arched windows. Katsuki walked ahead of you, his usual swagger toned down into something calmer. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his shoulders were relaxed for once. You trailed just a step behind, the soft fabric of your gown brushing against the polished stone floor as you matched his pace.

He didn’t say anything for a while, and you didn’t push it. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. You glanced up at him now and then, at the way his blonde hair caught the light, at how the faintest smile still lingered on his lips.

“Y’know,” you said after a moment, “you’re not as awful as everyone made you sound.”

Katsuki snorted, glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah? Who the hell’s been talkin’?”

“Oh, just the usual palace whispers. You’re apparently ‘volatile,’ ‘unruly,’ and ‘impossible to live with.’”

“Sounds like they got it right,” he said, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped out. “Maybe. But you forgot ‘occasionally tolerable.’”

He stopped walking and turned fully toward you, one brow raised. “Occasionally?”

You looked up at him, feigning deep thought. “Mhm. Very occasionally. Like… once a month, maybe twice if I’m feeling generous.”

His smirk widened into a grin, one that showed a flash of teeth. “You’re real funny.”

“Thanks,” you said sweetly, brushing past him with mock grace. “I try.”

He watched you walk for a moment, then followed after, boots thudding lightly against the stone. “You’re gonna need that sense of humor when you come on the hunt,” he muttered.

“Oh right,” you said, glancing at him over your shoulder. “You actually meant that?”

“’Course I did.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “You think I’m gonna last five minutes out there, don’t you?”

Katsuki shrugged. “Depends. You faint at the sight of blood?”

You shook your head

That actually got him to laugh; low, amused sound that made something twist pleasantly in your chest. “Alright then, We’ll see what you’re made of.”

You walked in companionable silence for a while, the warmth of the torches giving way to the cool night air as the two of you stepped out into one of the castle courtyards. The gardens of Empyrea glowed under the sunlight; tall silver trees, crimson flowers blooming in stone beds, and fountains carved with the likenesses of dragons. The scent of burning cedar and distant smoke drifted through the air, a reminder that this was a land forged in both beauty and blood.

Katsuki stopped beside one of the fountains and leaned against the edge, watching the water ripple under the moonlight. You joined him, your reflection dancing beside his in the rippling pool.

“Y’know…” he started quietly, “you’re not what I expected either.”

You turned to face him. “Oh? And what did you expect?”

He hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched for the words. “Someone softer, I guess. Fragile. Scared of everything here. That’s how most of your court acts when they come up north.”

You smiled faintly, tracing the water’s edge with your fingertip. “I’ve had to learn not to be scared. Empyreans smell fear, don’t they?” You grinned with mischief

He gave you a skank eye "hah? the fuck did yer hear that?" He seemed almost amused

You laughed at the "what the fuck" look on his face.

distant dragin relation yes, but smell fear? nah

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was thick with something else. something unspoken. The sunlight caught in his eyes, and for a fleeting second, the sharpness in them softened. His usual confidence dimmed into something quieter, more human.

“I didn’t ask for this either, y’know,” he said finally. “The marriage.”

You nodded, your throat tightening. “Neither did I.”

For a moment, that was enough. The shared honesty. The unspoken understanding that both of you were bound by duty, by kingdoms that used your lives like bargaining chips.

“But,” you said softly, meeting his gaze again, “I don’t think it’ll be unbearable.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

You smiled faintly. “I mean, if I can survive your yelling, I can survive anything.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “You’ve got guts”

“Good thing too,” you replied, straightening. “You’ll need someone with guts if we’re gonna rule this place someday.”

That made him pause. He looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his expression. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Yeah… guess I will.”

The two of you stood there for a while longer, saying nothing, just watching the sun shimmer on the water. The sound of bustling attendants in the background.

"i'm surprised we even got this amount of peace for this" you murmured as you brought your knees to your chest. The fabric of your gown soft against your chin. You looked around your surroundings, court children chasing each other, ladies in waiting huffing, soldiers and gaurds either matching the annoyed look upon the ladies faces or just straight up rough housing the kids, kirshima to be fair looked like he was having the most fun, putting kids on his wings and chucking them up in the air.

Katsuki scoffed. "Childish" he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward as he watched the chaotic courtyard. The sound of a particularly loud, joyful shriek from one of the children Kirishima was tossing drew his gaze. "Seriously. Get a load of that idiot."

You nudged his shoulder gently. "He's having fun" you pointed out, leaning your head back against the cool stone of the fountain. "It's good for the people to see their Prince and his guards enjoying themselves, isn't it? It makes them think you're approachable."

"I don't want to be approachable," Katsuki retorted immediately. "I want them to know who the hell is in charge. Approachable gets you stabbed in the back."

"Or it gets you loyalty that runs deeper than fear," you countered, your voice soft but firm. You looked up at him, your expression earnest. "Fear makes people scatter when the real threat arrives. Loyalty makes them stand their ground beside you. That's what a true kingdom is built on."

He didn't immediately dismiss your point, which you counted as a small victory. He merely frowned, turning to face the courtyard fully, his arms crossed over his chest. The shifting torchlight caught the hard planes of his jaw, highlighting the contemplation in his eyes. He wasn't just dismissing you; he was actually considering it.

"You really believe that, don't you?" he asked, his voice rougher now, stripped of its earlier amusement.

"I do," you confirmed

he thought

and he thought some more

"yeah fuck nah" he shook his head and walked off, leaving you side eyeing him

"Katsuki one day im gonna shove my foo-"

"shut up" he grumbled

you sighed in defeat. One day he will crack his hard shell... one day....but today was not the day.

Author cannot shut the fuck up!: SOOO I posted what I have of part 4, I know it’s like a year late mg phone hated me. I feel like as I know proof read it it’s actually really bad but yk I cbf writing so HERE YALL GO UR MUCH DESIRED PART 4

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angel-sweets666

Oct 28, 2025

Bad day at work

Shouta Aizawa x afab reader

Hes had a horrible day at work.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (yall married okay?) P in V sex, age gap (20-27 years old reader and 33-35 year old aizawa but thats just whats in my head but like up to you guys) man has a thing domestication and breeding OBVOUSLY, like cnc

A/N hey guysssss, happy to announce stuck together chap four is a quarter of the way doneeeee. just wanna feed my children snacks until the meal is served ya knowwww? I genuinely had no idea what i was gonna write about this, cause its winning on the poll. So we just gonna do like absolute minimal plot and mostly just porn for my freaks

MDNI.

You and Aizawa had been married for a hot minute,about a year now, or at least creeping up on it. You still remembered his former students, now in Class 2A, showing up for the wedding because of how much they respected him. It had been adorable to you, even if Aizawa grumbled through every greeting and congratulations. That was just him.

Today, you were busy in the kitchen, preparing pasta for your husband’s dinner. The aroma of garlic and simmering sauce filled the apartment, making the space feel like home. Just as you were stirring the sauce, the familiar beep of the key code sounded, followed by the thump of boots hitting the floor.

“Quit throwing your boots, Shouta! You’re getting mud everywhere and I hav- Are you okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, stopping mid-sentence. He looked more dishevelled than usual, hair sticking out in uneven clumps, eyes shadowed, posture slumped as if he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Bad day,” he muttered in that low, grumbled voice he always seemed to have, practically a permanent fixture. Even in his exhaustion, there was something comforting in the familiarity of it. You set down the spoon and walked over, reaching out to tug gently at his sleeve.

He pulled you into a hug, burrowing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. You tickled his back for him like he liked with the manicured nails he paid for. "what's wrong you big baby?" You cooed as you made him sway around with you a bit. "Those kids.. i swear they get worse and worse every year.." he mumbled into your neck, pressing a warm kiss to your neck.

You chuckled softly "what they do...hmm?" your hands trailed from his back to the back of his head so you could lean back to look at him comfortably. His eyes fixated on the ground like a teenage boy as you two pulled apart, he however kept his arms wrapped around your lower back “Denki overdid it, had to carry him to the nurse. Then Izuku managed to break another finger, can’t handle his own quirk. Mineta thought it’d be funny to rip Momo’s costume right at the breast area, poor girl was traumatised. And of course, I got chewed out by some parents. And that’s just the morning. I was practically going back and forth between nurses and dorms to get costume replacements. all. fucking. mornin'." he huffed, seeming tired of the day in general.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, tapping his arm to let you go so you could turn the gas off the stove so the meat sauce doesn't overcook. Returning to your husbands arm "ya hungry?" you asked as you pat his stubbled cheeked "hm.. hungry for something else"

and thats how you ended up with your back pressed to the mattress, legs apart and slung over his hips at the end of the bed as he ruts up into you with groans and huffs. He rubs your thigh for comfort and coos "good girl...you make me feel better always."

as he bottoms into you so he can lean down and kiss your neck and now tear stained cheeks. He never means to make you cry, not in the bad way. But cockdrunk tears most definitely, the way you moaned so beautifully and cried when it got to be too much always got him going.

You let out a pornographic moan when his slightly curved cock drags over particularly sensitive spot in literally the yummiest way. Way too loud considering you live with teenagers. "open up" he demands so softly it amost didn't feel like a demand, you swallow back a moan as his hips snap against yours again and open your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth "can't be too loud- ah baby... teenagers live here, you know how they are hmm?" he grins mischievously at you.

Once again his girth drags over the gummiest spot inside of you, you whine against his finger and grip at his wrist "such a good girl.." he takes his other hand from your thigh and presses down on your lower belly, pressing his cock further into your guts "you always wanna make your man feel better, good wife aren't you? G- hmmph good little wife" he coos at you between grunts and groans.

He pulls his fingers out your mouth "be quiet for a minute hun..."He murmurs as he pulls your hand from his wrist and puts it over your mouth he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, putting both hands under your hips to lift you and then quickly pulls a pillow to go under your hips. This made the angle better for him and made him able to hit that spot again.

He puts his hands back on the plush of your thighs and you let out a breathy moan behind your hand, he keeps plowing into you. The tip of his ever so pretty cock slamming into your cervix again and again, His girth stretching you out. You were so cock drunk that your mind went fuzzy and dazed. Letting out another whine as he finds the spot again and grins at the noise "shhh baby shhh" he reaches to rub your belly for you as he slams into the spot again.

again.

and again.

The grin on his face suggests he knows what he's doing "i think i'll start doing this everyday that i have a bad day, you'll take it wont you? your such a good wife"

when he called you that it just made that warm twisting in your belly worse, and made you wetter. You weren't one to be domesticated, but in the bedroom he made a housewife out of you.

he leans down to pull your hand from your mouth to give you a warm kiss.

As he starts to make-out with you, his thrusts get quicker, chasing his high. At the same your own orgasm impending. He once again purposely slammed his thick dick into your g-spot,and then does it again. That does it for you and you feel an orgasm rip through you and you moan into his mouth.

Aizawa pulls his lips away from yours to kiss at your throat, continuing his thrusts, not caring who heard anymore. You were becoming increasingly overstimulated and pressed a hand into his chest, drool dripping down your chin "s-sh-shouta ah! P-please!" You cried

"Just a lit-mmph longer.. you can do it..." he grunted, trying to speed his thrusts up as he was coming undone. With a few snaps more of his hips you felt a heap of hot, sticky cum filling your belly up. He pants into your ear, you whimper as you felt relief rush over you.

He collects himself and pulls his softening shaft out of you and tries to put himself back into his boxers.

"oh, can't let this spill out.." he murmured as he began to wipe the spunk from your thighs and stuffs it back into you.

"shoutaa" you whine as he practically fingers your already sore pussy. He hums in response, and holds his fingers covered in his own cum up to your mouth "it's either this or i put it back in her." he cooed at you, so you take the seed covered fingers into your mouth.

"good girl.. you lay here.. ill draw us a bath hm?" he kissed your nose and wiped his fingers onto your breasts.

"I better not get pregnant!" you yell to him.

A/N is he not the king of cnc bro i cant

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