“Get over here,” Bakugou said, glaring at you from across the bed. You had nearly scooched towards the edge of the mattress, dangerously close to falling off.
“You’re like a heater…” you whined. “No more cuddling for one night. Please?”
“WHAT?!” Bakugou looked like you told him to go jump off of a cliff. “The heat is not that bad! Just get over here!”
“No…”
You turned your back to him, hoping for a peaceful night’s rest. Oh how wrong you were.
Bakugou shuffled over to your side of the bed, muttering complaints as he finally reached your back.
He shook your shoulder gently. “Cuddle me.”
“Katsuki… no…”
Bakugou sighed.
“…Please?” His tone was surprisingly vulnerable. “If I take my shirt off, will that help? Just don’t wanna sleep alone without ya…”
You groaned cutely. “Fine, fine.”
He whipped off his shirt and you rolled into his strong arms. He exhaled contentedly, his face digging into your hair for comfort.
“This wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bakugou asked, his smile pressing into your head.
“If I die from overheating, it’s your fault. Remember that, sweetie.”
i got a new job and have been doing TAFE, so my writing time has been cut short, stuck together part 4 is coming along w the fanfic that won the voteeee
spoiled reader who is clearly surviving off of daddy’s money. nice car, big house in a nice neighborhood, shopping sprees off a credit card that couldn’t possibly be in your name. and oh boy the attitude you had, it drove your neighbor crazy.
bakugo katsuki, 41, number two hero on the charts. how did he end up next to a spoiled brat like you. he thinks he finally lost it when you were having a loud ass party for the third night in a row. that’s it, he thinks, as he’s marching next door and pounding on your door until you open it. he didn’t know why he waited so long to come over here, the party was practically over, drunk twenty year olds and younger spilling out of your house.
“what?”
that damn attitude. again.
“some of us have to fucking work in the morning, could you please keep it down.”
he hated that scowl on your face, wanted to remind you who you were fucking sassing, but he gritted his teeth instead.
“god..were you born with that stick up your ass, blondie? sometimes you should consider getting laid. it’s seven o’clock, noise complaints can’t be filed until 12. good night.”
his hands crackled with sparks as you slammed the door in his face, leaving him on the step.
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.
ITS BEEN LIKE FOREVER SINCE YOU POSTED AND IVE BEEN WAITING EVER SO PATIENTLY TO ASK THIS? CAN WE PLEASEEEE GET A PART TWO TO THE BAKUGO BREAK UP FIC? 🥹🥹
I CAN TRY, I DO HAVE WORK TODAY BUT I CAN START IT FOR SURE
You agree to train with shinso so he can be a hero, he’ll never forget that.
a/n o also this is kinda on the less serious side (angst right at the end)
You were busy studying for the next test that your teacher had just assigned you, you thought getting into the hero course would be all training at stuff. You jumped as you felt a large hand touch your shoulder, looking over to see a large disheveled man. Mr aizawa.
“You, I need you”
“mr aizawa I’m flattered but I’m sixteen”
“NOT LIKE THAT. I need you to train someone for me.
Your lips pressed into a thin line; you had just made this conversation extremely awkward. “Ooooohhhhkayyyyy…. Who?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Hitoshi Shinso from General Studies,” Aizawa replied, pointing with his thumb to a boy with purple hair and tired eyes much like his own. Shinso was leaning against the wall, fidgeting with his phone, clearly trying to avoid eye contact.
“If he’s in General Studies, why am I training him?” you asked, trying to understand the situation.
“Because he wants to switch to the Hero Course, and to do that, he needs to train,” Mr. Aizawa informed you, brushing a lock of his raven hair out of his face. His tone was matter-of-fact, but you could sense a hint of encouragement as he looked over at Shinso, hoping you would take this seriously.
“There’s already forty hero students, how will you fit in shinso?” You ask the 6ft tall man. “I’ll be expelling someone.” “OH MY DAYS ITS NOT ME IS IT?!” You began to panic “NOT YOU, it’s mineta. He grabbed Mina’s behind and the ashidos plan to charge him. So we have no choice but to expel him. Don’t tell him that” he says the last part in a threatening tone. “Y-yes sir”
Aizawa turned to Shinso, his gaze steady and encouraging. "They'll train you. Sit down with them for a while and get to know each other," he instructed.
Shinso looked hesitant. "I thought you were training me," he replied, his voice carrying a deep, captivating tone that momentarily caught you off guard. He had a hot voice, deep and kinda raspy.
"I am," Aizawa assured him, a rare smile playing on his lips. "But I’m not available all the time. They’re your best bet after me." He patted Shinso's shoulder reassuringly, his expression softening. Aizawa saw a lot of himself in Shinso and wanted to ensure the boy felt supported and confident in his new training environment.
Mr aizawa soon went to leave the classroom, to leave you and shinso alone. “Mr Aizawa?” You called out and he turned to look at you “……..sorry about earlier I don’t intend to uh sleep with you” “I’d fucking hope so, apology accepted.” And with that aizawa left you with shinso.
“hey my dude what’s up?”
“did you just call me dude?”
”would you rather like.. I dunno… fuck face?”
shinso looked at you like you were threatening to tug his ball hair off. “What the fuck…?” He gave you a judgey look. “look BITCH. I’m training you, respect me. I feel bad for you.”
And so the training began.
he regularly made mistakes, mistakes you once made too. But it seemed almost draining to try and teach him to do it properly.
“wrong way, turn the fabric left. NO MY LEFT NOT YOURS.”
“IM FUCKING TRYING.”
“NOT VERY WELL.”
“DID YOU FORGET YOUT LEFTS AND RIGHTS? NOT THE TIME TO FORGET. YOUR DANGLING FROM A POLE.”
You watched Shinso dangle from a pole suspended from the wall, using the scarf to hold himself up. "Okay, try to do a pull-up!" you encouraged him. The purple-haired boy struggled, his muscles trembling with the effort. You sighed in frustration, "You know, Kirishima could do it."
"Do I look like Kirishima to you?" Shinso groaned, letting go of the scarf and dropping to the ground, clearly frustrated. "If you're so tough, you do it!" he yelled at you, his exhaustion clear even though it was only the first day of training and you were four hours in. You could see the fatigue in his eyes, and it made you reconsider your approach.
“okay.. can you do a push up?” You asked him “I think so..” he sits on the ground and uses his hands to hold himself up. He tries to do push-ups, he gets about 20 in before giving up. You lean your weight to one hip in deep though “okay.. so.. you need more training! Bakugo and kirishima couldn’t do more then 80 push ups before giving up at the very start of the year, now they can do 150! Training makes it easier, try 25 push ups!” You sat on the floor next to him as you say this. Shinso manages about 23 before reaching for water. He’s obviously not very strong, quick thinking maybe. Not physically strong though.
“that’s it! Before we get into too much quirk training we help you get physically stronger!
He looks up at you surprised “how’s that gonna help?” “Well… think about it! A quirk is helpful but being physically strong helps in close combat. It’s an advantage for sure!”
Shinso remembered everything. The way you had cheered him on with that bright, unshakable confidence. The way you’d sat on his back as he struggled through training, laughter ringing out as he pushed through exhaustion. The way you had cried tears of joy when he was accepted into the Hero Course, holding him close until his own pride and relief broke through. You had been his anchor, his reason to keep going, and he had been yours in return.
And now… it was gone.
The mission had started like any other a dangerous rescue, high above the city skyline. You had taken the lead, assessing the situation with the calm determination that had always set you apart. Shinso had watched you move, proud and in awe, trusting that your skill and training would see you through.
But fate is cruel.
He had seen the scarf the same one you often joked about, the one that reminded him faintly of Aizawa’s restraint cloth—wrap around your waist to anchor you as you reached for the trapped civilian below. The city stretched endlessly beneath you, a dizzying drop of steel and concrete. And then, in a heartbeat, it snapped.
Shinso’s world tilted.
“No!” he screamed, lunging forward instinctively, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing.
You fell.
The wind tore past him, carrying the sound of your gasp, your eyes finding his for the briefest, most haunting second. In that moment, your expression wasn’t fear it was a flash of reassurance, a final spark of bravery that he would never forget.
And then you were gone.
The world continued around him, indifferent. But Shinso didn’t. He couldn’t. Not truly.
A/N i wrote this agessss ago and decided to finish it!
Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin
chapter two here
warnings: age gap(not illegal, reader is said to be around eighteen and bakugo is twenty to twenty one) talks of impregnating, and the usage of real fur for clothing. Slavery type shit, talks of being "gifted" people, racism from mitsuki.
I want to put a warning on the way a certain race in this story is seen, the way they are treated is the same way Aboriginal Australians are treated and they are very inspired by them. Please know this is not me being racist, this is me bringing light to the way indigenous folk are treated.
A/N WE ARE SO BACK. basically what happened was i was logged out, i lost my password, forgot the email used on this account, went through a fuck ass breakup which made me not want to write, rehab got in the way etc. I am however now, happy, healthy, remembering my passwords and emails and ready to write. I'm rusty so i don't know if this will be as good as the past two chapters, but bare with me. Also for context why the wedding gowns aren't white, wedding gowns being white are a relatively new concept, they only came into fashion in 1840, and id think if we were to put a date on this story we'd be between the 1480s and the 1790s, big gap i know but its the range.
also if anyone's wondering, Versaillea is the name of your kingdom.
AGED UP no pedos here
You stared at the ivory, almost white, Empyrean cross Versaillean dress on the stand . The long sleeves, off-the-shoulder fur collar, and intricate embroidery all screamed Barbarian bride. Yet the fuller, more rounded skirt, the kind that hinted at a ball gown reminded you of home.
In fact, the gown reminded you of your mother’s. Her wedding dress had been a soft baby pink, adorned with dozens of jewels, a grand skirt, and a tightly laced corset. She’d been painted wearing it countless times, always looking radiant; regal, even.
You doubted you’d look half as majestic in this. Ivory wasn’t a color you would have chosen for your own gown.
“It’s… pretty,” you murmured, brushing your fingers over the collar. “What’s the fur made of?”
Lady Mina, your lady-in-waiting, a gift from Queen Mitsuki herself answered in a flat, almost rehearsed tone. “Um… I think it’s lion. Or mink? I doubt they would use faux fur for your wedding gown, Ya Majesty.”
You examined the embroidery more closely; delicate flowers stitched in pale gold thread that shimmered faintly under the light. Beautiful, yes, but the layers of fabric made the dress feel heavy.
“Will it be hot on my wedding day, Lady Mina?” you asked.
The pink haired girl let out a weary sigh. “I don’t think so, no…”
You breathed a sigh of relief.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, your eyes made a few last rounds of your dress.
"Do you like it your highness? This is the second dress we've had made, we don't have time to make another..." Mina murmured, peering over your shoulder with a look in her eyes that said "hurry up"
Mina was described as friendly and bubbly to you by Denki, yet when you met the girl she was nothing but boring.
“It’s pretty,” you said at last, offering a small smile.
“Wonderful,” Mina replied, her voice lighter now, a trace of relief breaking through her usual stiffness. She reached for the small gold bell on the vanity and gave it a loud ring. The sound chimed through the chamber like a battle-cry and within seconds, several attendants hurried in, their heels clacking against the hard wood floor.
Two women approached the dress with care, lifting it from its metal stand as though it were sacred. The silk rustled faintly, catching the light in ripples of ivory and gold. Behind them, Mina and another attendant dragged over the gown Katsuki had so eloquently dubbed ‘that puffball-ass dress’ barely an hour earlier.
The air thickened with perfume and the sound of rustling fabric. Fingers worked quickly. They loosened the laces of your corset only to pull them tighter again, the strings biting into your ribs until your breath hitched. You winced slightly as the pressure lifted your chest higher than comfort allowed, the shape perfect for royal portraits but far from natural.
“Please, not so tight,” you murmured, though you weren’t sure anyone truly heard you.
Mina’s hands were firm at your back, adjusting the fabric with a professional sort of indifference. “Its gotta hold, Ya Majesty,” she said quietly, tugging once more before nodding to the others.
The gown was lifted and slipped over your head. The inner lining brushed cool against your skin before the weight of the skirt settled around your hips. The attendants worked in practiced rhythm, fastening the back of the dress, smoothing seams, and whispering small approvals under their breath.
A shockingly small girl came out, white-blonde hair and yellowish green eyes. What really caught your attention was the horns, similar to Kirishimas but she was far too small to be a dragon. She stood barely at 4,8. She was dressed in the attire of the queen's ladies. Not the princesses ladies
She cleared her throat "her royal majesty, The queen" She bowed as a tall blonde woman practically glided into the room, her presence brought an aura about her that even after three weeks of being in the barbarian land, you still weren't quite used to.
"princess *name*" She said, looking over you. In the queens arms was a head dress, a similar to the french hood styled ones you wore at home. Yet it had been...Empryreanised? Instead of the careful lace and the delicate colours you wore at home, and had been wearing around the palace here. It was the same ivory and gold with blood red accents, large gem stones placed around where the crown of your head would be.
The design of it was loud, bright, regal.
"fit for a future queen..hmm?" she smiled to you, coaxing you into taking it.
"Its beautiful your highness" you curtsied in gratitude, reaching to take it and handing it to a lady for her to pin it to your hair.
You looked back at the small girl, a puzzled look painted across your face as if trying to figure out what she was.
"Isn't she beautiful?" the queen grinned as she walked around your chambers.
"o-oh! yes... your majesty"
"She was a gift from the Queen Momo, young queen but she gets the job done."
"a gift?" You looked over to her, earning a "tch" from a lady as she was actively trying to get the last pin into your hair.
“An alliance gift,” Mitsuki said lightly, examining her nails as though the subject bored her. “She sent at least a dozen of the little creatures. Her kingdom is crawling with them. dwarf dragons, they call themselves.” A faint, mocking smile curved her lips. “Lizards, if you ask me. That’s what they are. The result of elves breeding with dragons a few hundred years ago, and now they think themselves a proper race.”
Her tone dripped with the kind of polished disdain only royalty could perfect amused, cruel, and utterly convinced of its own superiority.
You looked to stare at the "dwarf dragon" her eyes filled with distain for the egotistical queen. "Shes certainly...small" You replied "but wouldn't you think after a few hundred years of the same breeding, they would be their own race?" you questioned her.
The queen let out this laugh, it sounded rich, loud and deep. She laughed as if you were a comedian in a tavern. Wiping her eyes of the tears produced from laughing, she looked at you with this bewildered amused look "their own race? please! their nothing but half-casts, mutts even! They do nothing but cause riot among Queen Momos kingdom, committing crimes left and right! On substances, The few who are civilised end up working in households anyways! Shes lucky to be in the royal household" she glared at the girl, silently telling her to be greatful.
"she could be forced to be a concubine, or a plantation worker" she emphasised on the roles.
“Her mother was a concubine.”
Queen Mitsuki’s voice was calm, but the words carried the quiet weight of scandal. She turned from the window and faced you fully, the folds of her gown whispering across the hard wood floor
You hesitated before speaking. “Are concubines… common on this side of the continent, Your Majesty?” you asked, trying to mask your discomfort with idea and the fear of katsuki taking one, as he had a habit of flirting with your ladies. The question left your lips more timidly than you’d intended.
Mitsuki’s expression softened into something deadpan “Painfully so,” she replied at last. “In Momo’s kingdom, and in Flamora especially. Their kings seem to collect women like medals. Here, it happens far less, though not unheard of.”
“The current king and the one before him; took no concubines. A small mercy, I suppose.”
Then she glanced back at you, a wry smile ghosting her lips. “But my husband’s grandfather, the late King Kenzo, took several. It was customary then, expected, even. To prove virility, power, and abundance of heirs.”
She gave a delicate shrug, the gesture as graceful as it was dismissive. “My husband was fortunate,” she continued. “Had he been born of a concubine, the crown would never have been his. Even noble blood stains easily when mixed with the wrong lineage.”
For a moment, silence settled between you, broken only by the crackle of the fire. Mitsuki’s eyes flicked toward the window again, distant now, as if watching ghosts no one else could see.
The silence stood as she clapped "well you look magneficent!" She beamed, "Lets show the king" she grabbed your arm, you soon remembered that you were trying on your wedding dress and head dress.
You were hurried down the winding hallways, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps as Mitsuki guided you with a firm grip on your arm. The walls, lined with gilded portraits and tapestries, blurred past as your heart pounded with nervous anticipation.
Finally, she stopped and ushered you into the drawing room. King Masaru and Katsuki were waiting, the sunlight streaming through the tall windows catching the edges of their garments. Mitsuki cleared her throat, loosening her hold on your arm, and the two men turned to face you.
Masaru’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Dear, you look… beautiful. Very queenly!” he exclaimed, his grin warm and genuine.
The contrast between father and son was immediately striking. The king and queen carried themselves with measured grace, their voices calm and formal, their gestures precise. Katsuki, in comparison, was rough around the edges—his posture relaxed, movements quick and unrefined. He had been raised among other barbarian children, and it showed in the way he spoke: rugged, blunt, and sometimes fractured.
Around the room, the ladies-in-waiting, court officials, and attendants mirrored his rougher tone. Their words were often clipped, their manners less rigid than the monarchy’s, creating a unique harmony of discipline and raw, earthy energy in the room.
You took a slow breath, trying to steady yourself, feeling both out of place and enthralled by the strange blend of nobility and untamed vigor that surrounded you.
"why 're ya tits so high up?" Katsuki asked, his eyes fixated on your chest
"THANK YOU I ASKED THAT TOO"
Katsuki wheezed out a laugh, grinning like a child fed candy.
"yer corsets too tight" He continued
Mitsuki looked over "it is now that i look" She turned behind you and opened the dress, loosening the corset so your chest went down.
"finallyyyyy" you sighed.
Mitsuki gave a small nod, but didn’t step away. “Now, we need to adjust the sleeves they’re still a little long. And the skirt needs to be spread more evenly so it falls correctly when you move.”
You groaned, swatting at the layers of silk around your legs. “I feel like I’ve been wearing this for hours already.”
Katsuki leaned lazily against the wall , smirking. “You’ve been waddlin’ like a duck for hours, too. Guess it takes time to learn how to be fancy.”
You glared at him, but he just chuckled, clearly amused by your discomfort. “Yeah, yeah, shut up,” you muttered.
Mitsuki stepped behind you again, adjusting the back of the gown with precise, practiced movements. “Do not be distracted by him. He has no concept of proper court etiquette.”
“He has plenty of concepts,” Katsuki shot back, grinning. “Just not the polite kind.”
You let out a sigh of exasperation, leaning slightly into Mitsuki as she fussed with the folds around your waist. “Can’t you two at least pretend to be serious for five minutes?”
Katsuki only laughed, wheezing softly. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”
Mitsuki finally stepped back, examining her work. “Better,” she said finally, her voice tight with approval. “Your chest is lowered, the corset is comfortable, the sleeves move freely. One more thing hair.”
You groaned again, knowing this would be the final test. Mitsuki’s fingers were deft and precise as she began twisting your hair into the high style the gown demanded. Katsuki hovered nearby, occasionally reaching out to flick a stray lock or tug a curl loose mostly just to see your reaction.
“Oi, quit it,” you muttered, swatting at him.
He laughed, a childish grin spread across his scar and dirt painted face. You smiled sweetly and for once, you two seemed to have a moment where you weren't beefing.
Later on (i am not writing this scene more I've been at it for an hour now)
You, now sat in a much lighter dress. Sat next to katsuki at the dinner table, you two were being forced to be near each other more often. You thought about the... dreams you had been having. How much you wondered if he was actually like that in bed. In your dreams he was rough, but what if he wasn't? Was he even a virgin? you were. That be really awkward if he wasn't and expected you not to be.
You looked over to him, then tried to sort of...maybe kindaaa... sneak a look at his dick through his pants.
He however noticed you "you right eye fuckin' me?" he snapped his fingers in your face.
holy shit.
you turned BRIGHT PINK. HOT PINK I TELL YOU
"i-i-im sorry i wasn't l-looking at y-your.. i was looking at the ground i swear!"
"My cock is not the ground"
you tried to slide down the chair as if you could hide yourself if you did.
"your gonna have to see it anyways i dont know why your so horrified" He looked back at the table of barbarians, drinking beer and yelling, some even play fighting. Mostly shirtless men making up the table.
"huh" you borderline whispered
"you need to produce me children, in order for that, you'd have to have sex with me" he acted as if your dumb "use ya brain fuck-head"
"i knew that." you tried to show you were strong, not a wimp.
neither of you said a word, just stared at each other
"wanna go fuck now?" Katsuki broke the silence
"EXCUSE ME?"
he busted out laughing, your reaction having him borderline pissing his pants.
"we're not married!" you remind him
"i kno- HAHAHAHAH ehh hah I know, but the look on ya face!" he was literally smacking the table over this
"bro stop...." you huff
“You’re so pink right now,” Katsuki said, . “Like… hot pink."
Your groan turned into a frustrated squeak. “I-I’m not pink!” you protested, though you could feel the blush spreading down your neck, your chest, everywhere.
“Oh, yeah? Then why is your face literally screaming at me?” he countered, leaning back again with that same crooked grin.
Your hands fell from your face, but your glare didn’t soften. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm, yeah, probably,” he admitted casually, smirking. “But that’s the thing about me, ain’t it? Can’t just ignore it. Can’t just… not notice.”
You froze at the words, heat pooling in your stomach again. He was leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees, watching you like he was inspecting a prize. The audacity. The absolute confidence. Your breath hitched, though you tried to hide it.
Your mind spun, heart racing. Every thought of what he might be like… every dream you’d had about him… now felt impossible to ignore. And the worst part? You were painfully aware of how much you wanted him to notice, wanted him to tease you like this, even if it made you die a little inside every time he smiled that smug grin.
He leaned back, stretching one arm over the chair behind him, his smirk sharper than ever. “Look, you’re gonna have to get used to sitting near me, dealing with me, and yeah… eventually, dealing with more.” His gaze flicked toward the table of rowdy men, their laughter and shouting filling the room. “Might as well make peace with it now.”
You swallowed hard, cheeks hot, fingers gripping the edge of your chair. “I… I’ll manage,” you said, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered.
“Mm, sure you will,” Katsuki replied lazily, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement and maybe even interest. “Just don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you.”
You huffed, trying to regain your dignity, but you couldn’t deny the thrum of anticipation running through you. That look, that grin… it was infuriating. It was magnetic. It was… maddening.
You tried your best to conversate with the ladies instead, but suddenly a big, warm hand rested on your thigh above the fabric of your dress. You looked down to see Katsuki, with his hand on your thigh. It didn't feel lustful, it felt comforting.
He wasnt even paying attention to you, talking with his friends. But still, the hand on your thigh showed some affection for you.
Slowly, carefully. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his own skin, he looked over to you, smiled then looked back.
maybe it wont be so bad after all
Shorter than usual yes but i feel like this is a good way to continue the story, i genuinely had to re-read everything because i forgot the plot and then i decided to take inspo from another thing i posted where katsuki said things like "you dont smell like dirt" or "i dream of you often" because i feel like the broken way of talking is much cuter and i wished i kept it like that when i started the story a year ago. I will try to make the barbarians a bit more....primal? idk i feel like it would get sum of you guys going and on this page we are FREAKS.
anyways, give me feedback on my story and as always GIVE ME IDEASSSSS. Tell me what youd like to be added and you will receive
I just got done reading the strade x reader a fab (breeding kink) and I'm wondering if y/n gets pregnant and had his kid, would he treat it right?? Or sadistically like the mom? And btw do u think he'll have a son who looks like him or a daughter
This has got be genuinely thinking, and i have a few ideas
also being on a laptop now has proved to be hard when it comes to the borders and photos so bare with me here
Dad! Strade would be absolutely bewildered he actually got you pregnant, and he didn't know he even could. The stress of your captivity made you loose your period, and then it had come back but irregularly.
Dad! Strade who begins coming home with baby stuff, partly to taunt you
Dad! Strade who begins to whisper things like "you wouldn't run away now would you? Can't separate a family now would you?" (he's an abuser people, he's gonna abuse)
Dad! Strade who watches dozens of videos when it comes to birth, because he cant take you to a hospital for it, your a missing person after all
Dad! Strade who ends up making your birth much easier because he literally reached up in there and pulled the little girl out.
Dad! Strade who now realises he's gonna have to make you and her new identities so he can send her to school
Dad! Strade who at first, is really annoyed with the baby. But then he realises how cute it is seeing you so protective of your baby girl, you don't let him near her and he allows you to be like that. It gets him going
Dad! Strade who begins having to sneak his "bonding time". His form of bonding time is rough, he doesn't hold her right, expects her to be able to sit up at 6 weeks old, lazily feeds her which makes her struggle to drink milk.
Dad! Strade who plays house with his forced family, a wife who didn't want to be there and a baby born in unfortunate circumstances.
proper story time now yall
Strade groans as the high pitch wails fill the house
"*name* get her..." he groaned a demand. You huff and get up to care for your sweet little baby girl, she was so small, so innocent. You walk up to her crib, finding the small girl wriggling "you hungry..?" you coo, you weren't able to produce milk due to the lack of decent food you got, and the extreme stress. You picked her up, bounced her in your arms and walked to the kitchen to make her a bottle, you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Standing in the hallway was Strade, picking some random shit out his teeth "what she want?" the familiar german accent breaking the silence
"food"
"then feed her."
"what do you think im do-" "Dont get an attitude."
You sigh as you place the freshly warmed bottle in her mouth, she settles and looks up at you with big brown eyes. You wipe remaining tears from her chubby cheeks and keep her close. "Did you..get her birth certificate..?" you asked, Strade huffs and gets a piece of paper out and slams it near you.
Its a birth certificate, but under the mother part, there was dots. Nothing, no mother. You look almost mortified. You had signed the paper, put on a fake identity with forged IDs to prove it and all.
"you have to earn it." he grinned menacingly.
The tall German then reaches over and scoops his daughter from your arms, she coos at her father. Unaware of how horrible he was. He rubs her cheek with his finger and she closes her eyes, seemingly ready to go back to sleep. "Ill take her to bed, sweetheart." he smiles, its to scare you. You know it. He knows you hate leaving the baby with him. "n-no i..i can do i-" "i'm doing it." he snaps at you again before walking away, you try to trail behind him but he shoves you into your shared bedroom and locks it.
He had made the bedroom door lock from the outside, and only he had the key for it. You can hear him coo to the baby and place her into her bed
"daddy loves you" you hear him coo to her, with a slight sigh of relief that he wasn't stabbing her like he's threatened, your crawl back into bed.
Girl im so glad you’re back!!! Please we definitely need the next chapter of stuck together, it’s such a good read, and I’ve reread it multiple times😭🫶 I hope you’re doing well and tysm for coming back!!!
girl ask and you will receive im working on TWO new stories for you all. if yous have any ideas for stuck together or any new stories dm me or request it! im looking forward to hearing from you all!
DADDIES BACK. I FINALLY logged back into this account after a year, I saw all the comments on my other phone, I missed you guys too, NOW. Start requesting shit caude shits about to get written folks
Dragon King!Bakugou, who spent many night in secret with you before finally proposing, marrying you within the month after.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who is worried you’ll feel pressured to do the after-marriage consummation ritual, so he doesn’t bring it up. But his soreness certainly do—with good intentions, of course.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who makes sure the night is perfect, having spent the day preparing everything, making sure the room was arranged to his liking. The room you two had spent so many nights before had transformed, practically gleaming with the flicker of firelight from candles and scented incense. Soft silk sheets laid over the king's bed, the room filled with the sweet scent of roses. Even a small table filled with fruit and water to replenish energy midway through sits at the beside.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who waited for you in the room patiently and calmly, but internally freaked out. After all, he was nervous about preforming this ritual with you. Not just because not most people lived through having sex with dragon royalty (yes that idea came from the webtoon The Dragon Kings Bride), but because it was you.
Dragon King!Bakugou, whose eyes immediately widened once you entered the room. They drank in the traditional consummation nightgown you had been fitted into, consisting of silky white lace that hugged every contour of your body. The bodice of the dress embroidered with elaborate patterns, the material dipping low on your chest, revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. The back of the gown completely exposed, the delicate lace wrapping around to the front in the form of a tie. Your hair adorned in flowers of his favorite variety.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who has a traditional consummation outfit of his own, a set of clothing that could only be described as borderline ancient. A simple robe of deep red and black silk drapes his shoulders, leaving his toned chest exposed. Loose, dark silk pants of the same material hang low on his hips. His arms completely bare, showcasing the intricate tattoos that wrapped around them in swirling designs. His servants had even taken the time to weave a strand of pearls through his hair. The overall image he portrays can only be described as dangerously attractive.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who informs you without a second thought that you look like a goddess. When your reply is ‘don’t insult the deities like that’, he smirks and steps closer. “Careful, my lady. Blasphemy is a very serious offense."
Dragon King!Bakugou, who sees your nervousness and guides you to the bed, hand in yours.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who lays you down on the scarlet silk sheets with a surprising gentleness for being the King of dragons.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who smiles upon hearing your a virgin, his response mumbled it or he skin of your neck as his calloused fingers brush over you collarbone, taking down the nightgown. "So, you're a virgin, my lady. The gods have clearly favored me tonight."
Dragon King!Bakugou, who starts off slow with kissing and touching, only to find out your maids had done him the favor of recommending you don’t wear underwear in the first place
Dragon King!Bakugou, who fucks you so hard your left gasping and begging, even as he tries to do it slowly so he won’t kill you.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who in the morning is left with a very alive you, curled up naked in his arms.
Dragon King!Bakugou, who opens the door with a surprisingly happy look on his face, only to find the entire castle staff waiting to hear if you’re alive or not, raising an eyebrow lazily. “Calm down. They aren’t dead. They’re…they’re fine. A little sore, but otherwise fine.”
Dragon King!Bakugou, who falls in love on sight with the little baby prince that exists nine months later as proof of the ritual having worked.
I literally have no motivation, I wanna write for you guys and I wanna be there to give you something to read. I have a Shinso one shot and stuck together part three waiting to be finished but I just don’t have the energy. This isn’t me quitting, just informing you all. Love you
