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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 6,645

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: Bakugo x reader sex, gentle dirty talk / reassurance, aftercare and softness, mental spiral / more reassurance.

*Not proofread.

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“Okay Pup, you have me...” Bakugo muttered softly, a bit nervous as to what he’s just gotten himself into.

Bakugo swallowed hard, his whole body on edge as he acquiesces to your pleading. He vowed during the whole process of getting you home that he would do anything and everything in his power to make sure you were cared for, and if caring for you in your moment of need meant giving you his cock then by All Might he was gonna fuckin’ do it.

“Tell me what you need, Pup, use your words...” Bakugo murmured in a soft, alluring baritone that rumbled through your body and sent shivers up and down your spine.

“N-Need... need...” you stuttered over your words a bit, your mind hazy from your panic and from the boiling desire churning in your body.

“C’mon Pup, it’s okay to ask for whatever you need, okay? Use your words...” Bakugo urges you on gently.

“Need to feel full here...” you press your hand down to your pelvis, just above your mound. “W-Wanna feel you here... f-feel... safe with you... need you.” You keep uttering little half-thoughts, mumbling through them as you try to find the right words to express the hazy hurricane of primal feelings and emotions raging inside of you.

“What happened with TetsuTetsu, Pup?” Bakugo took a chance on asking, since you two were sharing a soft moment together – he saw you chew on your lower lip nervously.

“Reminded me of the bad house... t-the... the way they would let the others use me... f-felt unsafe, only thought of you... didn’t want TetsuTetsu even though I said it was okay...” you replied sheepishly, a blush on your cheeks from the embarrassment of having changed your mind in the moment.

“Pup, we can’t control what triggers our bad memories and it’s okay to change our minds... even in the middle of something okay? So, if you really want to do this with me, I need you to understand it’s okay to change your mind and stop, okay?” Bakugo murmured in such a stern, but soft tone that it made you melt against him, just the tip of your tail tapping as you nodded up at him.

“Okay,” you looked up into his eyes, you could see his nervousness, feel the chemical change in his body as it mixed with his own arousal... your nose sniffing all over him as you pressed your face into his chest. “You too,” you finally muttered softly, “you can change your mind and stop.” Bakugo froze against you, taken back by your thoughtfulness for him, too, and he just patted your head.

“Gotta admit m’a little nervous Pup, but I want to help you in any way... and it’s just my luck you’re such a cutie, too, huh?” He joked a little, and you smiled up at him as your tail thumped happily against the ground in a rhythmic beat. Your nuzzling of his chest turned into a flurry of sniffs as his hormones changed the more you pressed against him, and soon you were licking any little pieces of exposed skin. His neck, his bicep, the little bit of his stomach where his shirt rode up... and soon enough you found yourself pressing your nose against the crotch of his joggers, pressing down as you felt the soft but firm length of his cock beneath, a musky and intoxicating scent wafting off of him in waves now as you licked his pants over his crotch.

“Wanna taste,” you said softly, and Bakugo froze for a moment before he shifted his hips, his thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of his joggers as he slid them off himself, and having not worn underwear you were face to face with his thick length. It was large even without being fully hard, a pinkish shade of tan just like his skin, with a bulging vein running along the side and underside, leading up to a fat tip that was red and glistening with precum. You couldn’t help the way you licked your lips, between your ability to smell his arousal and seeing the way his body was ready, it drove you into overdrive as you leaned forward and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, and swirled around the tip to gather up the salty pre, your tail thumping rapidly behind you as Bakugo carded his fingers gently through your hair, giving a gentle but encouraging tug each time you lapped at his cock.

“Pup, have you ever done this before?” Bakugo groaned softly, a gentle tug on your hair to stop your incessant slurping at his oversensitive cock.

“Licked? Yeah I’ve done it lots of times,” you smiled brightly, unaware of his true meaning.

“N-No Pup, not licking... uh... sucking a cock, like humans do.” He groaned again, unable to hold you back as you continued to lick at the tip of his cock each time a pearly bead of precum dribbled out of the weeping tip.

“Oh... uhm, no.” You answered simply, pulling back enough just to see Bakugo with a furious red blush flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“M’gonna guide you through it Pup, you wanna try?” Bakugo asked, curious to see how quickly you’d pick it up.

“Okay!” You sat up, kneeling before him as your tail swished behind you happily, ready to be instructed.

“What you were doing was good, Pup, real good...” Bakugo breathed softly as he relished in the memory of your tongue. “But sometimes it feels good to take it a little further, ready?”

You nodded, eager and waiting.

Bakugo smiled as he stood up above you from his position on the floor, with a little leaning up you were at perfect eye level with his cock. “Open up, Pup...” Bakugo said softly as he watched you open your mouth as if waiting for a treat, your tongue lolling out and your eyes looking so pretty as you waited excitedly for his next move. Bakugo slipped his cockhead onto your tongue, pushing forward as he thrusted slowly along the wet muscle until he was pushing more and more of himself into the waiting depths of your mouth. “No biting, okay Pup? Biting doesn’t always feel good when doing this...” Bakugo warned gently and you nodded once as your mouth widened around his cock as he thrust inside, your tongue running along the underside of his throbbing cock as it wriggled the more of him filled your mouth. “Good job, Pup, s-so good...” He moaned softly as he pushed the rest of him to the back of your throat without so much as a moment of resistance until little choked sounds filled his ears, your body lurching a bit with each gag. Bakugo pulled back to give you a moment to breathe again as he pushed in again, watching as little rivulets of drool slipped from the corners of your mouth as you kept your pretty, watery eyes up on him, a few stray tears slipping from the corner of your eyes at this new sensation that left you breathless.

Soon enough in time with Bakugo’s slow, careful thrusts you began to move on your own, enjoying the groans that left his mouth as you slurped and sucked on him with equal fervor... Bakugo’s moaning coming in time with each quick snap of his hips until he gripped the back of your hair, pulling you off of him with a sloppy pop! as he slowly caught his breath, bringing himself down as he receded from the edge of climax.

“F-Fuck, Pup... get on the bed.” Bakugo growled out gently, and with a shudder down your spine you complied, scrambling to get on top of the bed as Bakugo came up between your legs, sticky, sweet slick coating your thighs and pussy as your need only grew. Soon enough his head was dipping down to trail soft kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the sweet nectar that coated your thighs until he reached the apex of your thighs. His tongue flat against your pussy as he licked up all the excess and you writhed above him, your hands coming down to push the back of his head further against you... until Bakugo pulled away. “Tsk, tsk Pup... don’t be greedy... I'll make you feel good, okay?” You just whimpered and nodded, your hands still on his head but no longer pressing on him. Bakugo continued his slow ministrations, his large fingers coming up to spread apart your labia as she delved in, his tongue slipping between your slippery folds before entering your pussy, tongue-fucking you as your hips pushed back, his nose pressing into your needy clit as you tried to gyrate your hips for more friction.

Bakugo licked another long stripe up your pussy as he clamped his lips down over your clit, starting to suck in a rhythmic motion that had you screaming out, arching up off the bed as he alternated between sucking and licking your clit until you were holding his head down, and your hips were bucking up to meet his tongue as you creamed all over him, a groan leaving Bakugo as he lapped up your juices. “What a good girl, Pup... my good girl.” He purred softly as he slowly pulled himself up the bed to lay down next to you, who was still left quivering and heated.

“W-Want... more...” you uttered quietly with a whimper.

“More?” Bakugo questioned with a knowing look. “My greedy little Pup wants more, huh? You wanna come bounce on my cock Pup?” Bakugo offered with a smirk, but it fell into a mask of surprise when you nodded, crawling over his body until your dripping pussy was poised over his weeping cockhead. “Go slow, Pup, slow...” Bakugo helped to guide you down onto him, the burning stretch scratching an itch deep within you as your walls stretched to accommodate him until your hips were flush with his as you bottomed out on him. Bakugo got a cruel smile on his face as he teased you by rolling his hips up into yours, causing you to fall forward on his chest with a cry... he continued to thrust his cock up into you as you babbled and moaned, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as a fucked-out look crossed your face.

“Y-Yes yes... breed, breed....” you were mumbling incoherent sentences, but the words Bakugo could make out made his cock twitch deep in your pussy as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

“F-Fuck okay Pup, get ready to be bred then... gonna flood your pussy!” Bakugo groaned out as his hips stuttered after a series of hard, skin-slapping thrusts. He soon clamped his large hands down on the plush of your hips as he bucked up into you one more time, his cock jumping as he flooded your pussy, hot sticky cum spraying against your cervix as rope after rope of release filled you up... you panted, laying down on his chest as the fiery ache inside of you soon quelled with your own blinding climax, your instincts calming down after getting what you truly needed... what you truly desired... to be claimed.

Bakugo slowly pulled his softening cock from your pussy with a groan, your whimper a sweet treat for his ears as she coos softly at you. “Shh, Pup, it’s okay... gonna clean you up, okay?” Bakugo mutters softly as he feels his cum and yours dribble out of your pussy and onto his lower stomach... You were left panting and sleepy, your hormones dying down as your heat subsided... your eyes closing slowly as Bakugo came back with a warm, wet cloth... running it between your legs, and another softly over your limbs until you were clean and cozy against him... he threw the cloths in the dirty clothes hamper and snuggled up with you in bed, stroking your back softly as he hummed a gentle tune to you. “What a good girl, Pup... my good girl...” he muttered softly, holding you for as long as you needed. You sleepily nosed against his neck, your tiny fangs gripping onto his skin as you nibbled the delicate skin. Bakugo continued to rub your back until your movements stopped, and you fell asleep against him, tucked beneath his arm into his side, falling asleep peacefully.

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A few hours had passed as you two fell asleep snuggled up against each other, your eyes trailing up to Bakugo’s sleeping face as you admired how soft he looked when he wasn’t all scowls and hard lines. Suddenly as you were memorizing the soft features of his sleeping face a carmine eye peeked open to look down at you. “Pup?”

You jumped, hiding in the crook of his arm, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring, as you nuzzled up against his side.

“Hey now,” Bakugo murmurs with sleep in his voice. “How you feelin’ Pup, doing okay?” Bakugo asked, jostling you a bit as he made you stare up at him.

“F-Feel good... t-thank you for helping me...” you say softly as your cheeks burn with a soft blush. Bakugo places the back of his hand against your forehead as she grunts softly, nodding and apparently satisfied with your current temperature, not running as hot as your heat had you yesterday though a simmering desire still laid beneath your skin. Bakugo moved until you were laying on his chest, your head on his soft pecs and your legs straight between his as he essentially draped your body over him like a throw blanket. He pets your head, scratching softly between your ears, carding his fingers softly through your hair, and down your neck and back, and bringing them back up again to your scalp... he was surprised by a sudden noise.

A soft little rumble in your chest, almost like a purring cat as you nuzzled against him, a contented look on your face, your eyes closed in comfort as you melted against him. You both fell asleep for a couple more hours until the midday sun was pouring in high through the curtains, warming your faces.

“C’mon, Pup... gotta get up and eat something,” Bakugo muttered, gently shaking your shoulder before cupping your cheek and patting it, too, to ensure you wake up. “Up, up.”

Bakugo pulled your floppy, sleepy body up with him... your whiny little groans sending a flutter of butterflies in his stomach as he smiled down at you, an arch in his brow as he watched the little tantrum you threw being forced to wake up. He held you under one of his arms as he walked into the bathroom, setting you down on the cool tile countertop, palming away the sleep from your eyes as he washed his face, brushed his teeth; he also took a washcloth to your face gently, brushed your teeth for you and had to spit in the sink... and then he got dressed in new clothes for the day – almost like a casual uniform for him: a pair of black joggers and a tight black compression shirt clinging tightly to his taut muscled body.

He cradled you in his arms again after he picked you up from the bathroom counter, heading into your bedroom as he set you down on your bed, looking through your closet for something clean to wear. “Wha’dya wanna wear today Pup?” Bakugo asked casually.

Your soft voice came from your bed, mumbled and sleepy. “Something soft and comfy.”

“Soft and comfy, got it.” Bakugo mused softly to himself, humming as he rummaged through your closet. He settled on a baggy long-sleeved shirt and some soft joggers that matched his – he noticed you seemed to be more comfortable with clothes that allowed you more room... he helped you up, your body still naked from your previous night’s ordeal... he slipped the shirt over your arms, and helped you into your joggers... given your size difference it almost mimicked a father dressing his daughter in similar clothes – it made him chuckle to himself as you flopped back onto the bed. “Wow, it really took it out of you, huh Pup?” Bakugo mumbled, sitting down on your bed to pet behind your ears gently.

“Feel heavy,” you answered curling up on his lap as you sighed softly.

"S'probably just fatigue after your body was flushed with hormones, Pup, gonna be okay, yeah?" Bakugo mumbled against your hair as he kissed you softly. You just nodded as you kept your eyes shut, falling back asleep in his arms as he napped above you, his large body curled around you in your bed as you two shared another soft, sleepy moment.

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A couple more hours had passed where you two slept, until Bakugo woke. He was careful when getting up, ensuring not to move you too much as he tucked you in, standing up from your bed and tangle of limbs as he slipped quietly from your bedroom closing the door with a soft click behind him.

He wasn't upset with the lazy day, though he often found comfort in his day to day routine of getting up, coffee, food; cleaning and pacing, scrolling through his phone while the TV plays comfortingly in the background; shower, dinner, cleanup and then sleep.

It was a comforting routine that helped to keep his mind off the fact the ringing in his ears was still sounding out louder than any other noise; the white noise of the world around him faded, the voices of people a mere murmur in a sea of the ear-splitting shrill sirens in his head. His fingers still played an invisible piano against surfaces; his knee, the counter, the air, his palm... his heart a hammering beat of anxiety that waxed and waned for no apparent reason. Today seemed to be one of the better days - the ringing in his ears was a quiet hum, and the anxiety that usually surged and grappled in his chest was a soft squeezing compared to the usual tidal wave of panic... and Bakugo had you to thank for that. Taking care of you gave him a purpose, something else to focus on beside doing everything to not focus on himself. He slowly picked up on some chores he had ignored the last week - dishes, wiping down surfaces, and just picking up the new general mess that cluttered the apartment - he didn't mind though, it showed how lived-in his normally minimalistic space was... and that made his heart swell with an untouchable feeling, something like love... but more.

A few more hours had passed with Bakugo completing some routine paperwork on his laptop, glasses on the bridge of his nose as he focused on the words on his screen when he heard the soft sound of your door opening, and the gentle padding of your socked feet across the floor as he looked up to see your sleepy, smiling face approaching. Bakugo leaned back from his computer, his legs spread open as he held his arms out to you which you took as an invitation to climb up into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you. "Hey there, sleepyhead... you feelin' better now?" Bakugo murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

You nodded slowly, "had a strange dream, but feel lots better now."

"Strange dream, wanna talk about it, Pup?" Bakugo asked, leaning back to look down at you. You just shrugged and shook your head.

"I can't remember much of it, it was about the bad house... but normally when I have those dreams I wake up scared." You paused slightly, "I wasn't scared this time."

"Well that's good isn't it Pup?" Bakugo smiled down at you, a twinkle of something in his eyes. "I usually wake up scared, too... but I haven't since you came home with me."��

"We're helping each other feel safe." You murmured softly with a yawn as Bakugo placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, Pup," Bakugo said softly. "We're helping each other feel safe."

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Another two weeks have passed uneventfully, with you and Bakugo falling into your own routines mixed consisting of lounging and relaxing, playing, Bakugo's light duty at-home Pro Hero work, and chores. Today was a relaxing day with you curled up on the ground in front of the couch watching some cooking competition show, and Bakugo wrapping up some reports, dealing with his publicist, and sorting through the hordes of emails he gets, when one in particular caught his attention.

Musutafu City Court Clerk’s Office <[email protected]> To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]> Friday, Dec 11 at 11:29 AM To Whom it may Concern: As per current Musutafu City Reporting Law AB-1903.1-.3 I am informing the current listed owner of government hybrid asset X-3371390 henceforth listed as "Puppy" that the release of [NAME REDACTED], the defendant in case Musutafu City vs. [NAME REDACTED] regarding the underground hybrid fighting ring where asset "Puppy" was rescued is pending a probationary hearing for early release as laid out in the original case. Per the Musutafu City Reporting Law AB-1903.1-.3 this notice is being sent 30 days prior to the probationary hearing to give the victims involved time to file an appeal and/or appear at the probationary hearing to appeal the defendant's consideration of release. You may call the City Court Clerk's office at [X-XXX-XXX-XXXX] between the hours of 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. for further inquiry and information regarding the necessary next steps in this procedure. Thank you, Jin Watari Musutafu City Court Clerk

Bakugo sat in a cold sweat, staring at his laptop screen in abject horror. The piece of shit that held you captive, among other hybrids, and used you as bait in a fighting ring had a probationary hearing for good behavior? Bakugo let out a snort, an indignant, derisive noise as he glared at his laptop, shutting it with a harsh force that made you jump and look up at him with a questioning look, your ears flopping back as you tilted your head up and back at him.

"You smell upset," you say simply with a frown on your face.

"I-I... I am a bit upset, but it's nothing that can't be dealt with Pup..." Bakugo sighed, running a hand roughly down his face. "I gotta call Red, you gonna be good here on your own for a bit?"

You nod with a smile, turning your attention back to the cooking competition show as your fluffy tail swished back and forth lazily with each exciting twist or suspenseful moment in the show. Bakugo smiled down at you and walked into his office, pulling his cell out of his pocket and pressing send call on the familiar contact, it didn't take longer than two rings for Kirishima to pick up.

"Yo, Bakugo, what's happening?" Kirishima's cheerful baritone rang out on the other end of the phone. Bakugo gripped the phone tightly as he sucked in a slow, shaky breath.

"Eijiro, I need your help with something," Bakugo uttered in a controlled tone. "I, uh... got an email from the City Court Clerk's office, something about an appeal, and a probationary hearing for good behavior for the scum that had Pup before she was rescued... I... I don't know what to do." Bakugo

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call before Kirishima's soft voice came out. "Give me a sec to drop TetsuTetsu off with my neighbor, I'll be over in ten."

The call hung up, but Bakugo wasn't offended, he appreciated Kirishima's urgency with this because the sooner he gathered as much information about what was happening, the sooner they could act. At the end of the day, though, he knew an appeal or an appearance at the hearing meant you have to come face to face with the piece of shit that caused your pain, your trauma... the reason you woke up scared, crying and thrashing in bed. Luckily your night terrors have calmed down since you came home with Bakugo, but he also knew healing wasn't linear and you could backslide at any moment if something triggered you.

It was on the eleventh minute exactly that Bakugo could hear the familiar beep at his front door as Kirishima punched in the keycode numbers and entered. "Yo, Bakugo I'm here!" He greeted into the apartment, and soon both Bakugo and Kirishima heard the soft padding of socked feet before you came skidding into view around Bakugo and ran toward the entryway.

"Red!" You chirped happily as you jumped up into his arms, with Kirishima snuggling you back in a one-armed hold, hoisting you up on his hip like a mother with a toddler.

"Hey there, Puppy-Puppy!" Kirishima grinned his sharp tooth smile, wide and inviting as he beamed down at you. "Missed ya, little one."

"Missed you too! Feels like it's been forever..." you deflated a little and he laughed, ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, sorry Puppy life has been a little busy lately. I'll come over for a movie night sometime soon, yeah? Now where's the grump?" Kirishima set you down on the ground as you ran back to the living room, hearing the commercials end as your cooking show came back on, your ears and tails perked up in excitement.

"Right here, ya big red idiot." Bakugo grumbled from around the corner leading into the kitchen, a familiar blur of blonde hair and sharp crimson eyes leaning past the threshold to glare up at Kirishima. "And I'm not grumpy." He snapped and Kirishima just laughed, walking toward where Bakugo stood, accepting the beer from a tanned outstretched hand with a cheeky grin and a bump into the blonde's shoulder.

"Sure you aren't, buddy," Kirishima quipped playfully. "Now what about this email, can you show me?" He asked softly, his voice dropping a few octaves as he peeked back to see you busy with the excitement of your show.

Bakugo and Kirishima walked to the living room where you were fixated upon the TV, both large men sitting down on the couch as Bakugo leaned forward to snap his laptop up from the coffee table. He opened it, the screen illuminating back onto the email page Bakugo had slammed his laptop shut on as Kirishima took the laptop, eyes scanning the words over and over carefully, a slight frown forming on his face.

"I'm familiar with this law, a few of the hybrids I've volunteered with had to go to the probationary hearings to give their side of things, along with an appeal letter to the Judge it usually helps keep the abuser in for their full sentence," Kirishima muttered softly, only for Bakugo to hear. "I'd say it's worth a shot talking with Puppy about it, get a feel for how she feels about this."

Bakugo sighed and nodded, looking down at the happy, relaxed sight of you looking up at the TV with rapt attention. "Hey, Pup... c'mere for a minute yeah?" Bakugo uttered softly.

You stood up, bouncing over with jubilant steps as you seated yourself in his lap, looking up at him with a curious tilt of your head, your ears flopping over to one side cutely. "Yeah?"

"Red and I have something to talk to you about," he paused, "and it isn't an easy thing... are you okay with talking about something uncomfortable right now?"

You took a moment to think, muttering 'uncomfortable?' under your breath before you looked between the men and nodded. "Y-Yeah, sure... okay."

"So Puppy," Kirishima started, "there's a law in place to protect victims of bad situations, to keep them informed when something happens regarding their original case, and the people involved." Kirishima didn't quite know how to continue, Bakugo interjected with his blunt, stern tone.

"Pup, that piece of garbage from... the bad house..." he paused for a second, feeling sparks popping off in his clenched hands, trying to keep his uncontrollable reaction from singing your clothes or you. "I was sent an email today from the city court clerk's office that he is getting a probationary hearing in a month to possibly be let out early for good behavior," he growled out with a roll of his eyes, Kirishima took over.

"You, as someone involved in the case regarding him, can write an appeal letter and appear at the hearing to let the Judge hear your side, Puppy, and it can help keep him in jail for his full sentence, do you understand?" He looked to you for confirmation, but all he saw was wide, terrified eyes and a pallid tone overtaking your skin like you were gonna be sick.

"I-I... H-He... he's g-getting out?" You stuttered softly, one hand gripping onto Bakugo's thigh tightly, fisted in his joggers.

"Not exactly, it's a probationary hearing..." Kirishima continued as Bakugo calmed himself down and held you for comfort, his large arms protective around your body. "So that means even if you didn't appeal or show up, the Judge could still decide he isn't fit for early release, but when people do appeal, or show up and provide a statement... well, the Judge usually takes that into consideration more - and given how severe his crime was, Puppy, I'd say it has a good chance of working. You have a lot of power against him..." Kirishima trailed off, finding it hard to look into your terrified eyes and not feel sympathy. No amount of therapy, healing rehabilitation and medication could ever take away the memories burned into your mind, the trauma your body remembers like a poltergeist, spring-loaded and ready to shatter everything.

"I... have power over him?" You whispered softly, as Bakugo's grip on you tightened.

Kirishima nodded. "Yes, Puppy," he said with a stern certainty in his tone. "Your truth, your presence at his hearing, you giving a statement... they are all blows to his credibility, no amount of good behavior can make up for all the bad he did - and it's good to remind those in charge, like the Judge, of that... I'd say it would help a lot in keeping him in for his full prison sentence." Kirishima reached out to touch your cheek, his hand cupping your face as his thumb gently traced the apple of your cheek.

"Only if you want to, Pup," Bakugo uttered finally, his voice tight and low. "We can write an appeal letter, we can show up at the hearing, or not... only if you want to, no one is here to force you - and there's no guarantee it would work, either." Bakugo sighed, taking in a long breath, "Red is right, it can help to remind them of all the bad he did, but there's always the possibility of it not working out, too... so you need to consider all the options and make a decision Pup, because this is your decision - I can't make it for you." Bakugo's leg was bouncing anxiously, and your body along with it as you leaned in and nosed at his neck. You pressed your nose against his pulse point, inhaling the anxious pheromones there and keeping pressure on it until his leg slowly calmed down, and his arms loosened a bit around you, though he still held you tight.

"I... I would like to go to the hearing, a-and make an appeal." You finally said after moments of long, pregnant silence. Your words caused both men to exhale, two sets of eyes on you as you looked down at your fidgeting hands in your lap. "I... If I can do anything good, it would be keeping him locked up away from other people... s-so no one else has to go through what I did."

"Okay, Pup, we'll do whatever you want." Bakugo muttered softly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your temple.

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A month isn't so long at all but is equally an eternity when you're waiting for time to pass with bated breath. You had worked with Bakugo and Kirishima both on writing your appeal letter, detailing the horrific things that happened to you while appealing to the better nature of the overseeing Judge deciding the fate of everyone at the hearing - deciding the fate of you. Kirishima, with his extensive experience with the probationary hearings he's dealt with during his time volunteering at the facility, was able to help prepare you for the best and worst case scenario; best case the Judge takes your appeal into consideration and keeps that scumbag in for the full term of his prison sentence... worst case is he's still released on his recent good behavior, and perceived rehabilitation and he is set free early.

Kirishima suggested you start seeing Hana again, at least bi-weekly to prepare you for the difficulty of this inevitability. You've already had one session where you talked about the repercussions of seeing him in person again, being strong enough to read your appeal in front of a Judge and others, and your next sessions will be discussing the implications of his possible release and what that could mean for your mental wellbeing, and physical safety. Hana already discussed the necessary actions during the proceedings with Bakugo to get a formal restraining order against him should he be released.

After a long wait that passed in the blink of an eye, you were standing hand in hand with Kirishima, and Bakugo at your back, pressing his body gently against you like a shield. "You sure about this, Pup?" He asked softly and you nodded after a long pause.

"Y-Yes, m'sure." You took a deep breath in, your heart hammering in your chest as you squeezed Kirishima's hand. "I... I think I need to do this." You whispered softly under your breath, almost inaudible but Kirishima caught it, squeezing your hand back reassuringly.

"C'mon, Puppy, we'll be right there with you, but the hearing is about to start." Kirishima urged softly, pulling you along as he stepped forward through the double-doors. The room was bright and clean, with rows of seating, two long tables up front, and a scaled-down Judge's chair... it appeared like a courtroom only compact. It sort of put you at ease, noticing his seat was empty... Bakugo and Kirishima leading you to the prosecution's side where they sat on either side of you, your body tucked between the large men, dwarfed by their muscular statures.

You felt safe.

Soon enough a myriad of people started filing into the small room, lawyers, the Judge and soon the door opened, and you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, your hair standing on end as a shiver ran down your spine. Kirishima resting a large hand on your thigh as your body started trembling. Bakugo had to keep his fists tight, as he recognized your reaction and heard the door open, sparks popping off in his palms.

You knew.

He knew.

He had to keep his quirk controlled, but he wanted to blast this scumbag so far down into the earth his body would burn and melt at the core. But Bakugo recognized you needed him calm, more than you needed him to be angry for you.

The familiar scent that was burned into your senses for so long passed by in a soft breeze of air. Your nose burning at the musky familiarity as you huffed softly, a low little growl rumbling in your chest as you finally found the strength to look up. There he was, the man of your nightmares - he was thinner, though still looked leanly muscled enough to take you down if he chose to. His regular black slicked-back hair was trimmed and cropped close to his head, but his eyes... those eyes that used to stare deep into yours as the most heinous things happen, they were still the same cold, grey hues. You jumped in your seat when the corner of his lip quirked up just a centimeter... Bakugo didn't miss it either, and he nearly jumped up out of his seat to pummel the bastard.

The room was quieted down at the Judge entered, and everyone took their seats and got settled. It all happened in a blur; prosecution lawyers going over previous testimony as reasons why he should not be released, his lawyer stating his sparkling prison record, aced hybrid sensitivity courses, good behavior, and in-prison volunteer work. They made him out to be a saint and not a man who drugged hybrids to keep them in constant rut to ensure bloodier fights, to use tiny hybrids as bait in those fights and further abuse that was almost unspeakable, even in a courtroom. It was your turn to stand on shaky legs holding a neatly typed letter with trembling hands... up in front of a room full of strangers... strangers, except three people. Two who loved you, one who looked at you like the dirt beneath his fingernails, indifferent, disgusted... but there was something more in his smile. Something that made you tremble despite all the counselling you had received for this very day.

The next hour flew by in a blur of tears, a haze of emotion and one dizzying spiral of fear.

You read your appeal letter.

The Judge consulted with all the information presented today.

The Judge released the prisoner from his sentence, agreeing to supervised probation for the remainder of his full prison term.

He was free.

They let him go free.

Your vision blurred as you slumped against Kirishima, Bakugo crowding closer to keep you shielded from those cold grey eyes now glimmering with mirth.

You couldn't hear anyone around you, couldn't speak, couldn't move... could only hear again and again the Judge stating that the defendant was rehabilitated to sufficient standards that his release would only prove how well the prison system rehabilitated criminals, instead of further criminalizing them.

He was released as a PR statement on the prison system.

Bile surged in your stomach and crawled its way up your throat. You swallowed it down.

Tears blurred in your eyes; you palmed them away.

The courtroom cleared.

The silence descended on the three bodies remaining in the room.

Bakugo muttering threats under his breath as he gripped your thigh in a manner meant to be reassuring. Kirishima had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close, whispering that this didn't change anything, you guys planned for this possibility - you were still safe, still loved, still different from the day he last knew you.

You weren't that weak hybrid anymore.

Weren't you?

Bakugo and Kirishima took you back to Bakugo's apartment, Bakugo racing to get on the phone with Hana to start the process of getting a restraining order filed, Kirishima led you to the couch and put on your favorite cooking competition show but your eyes remained fixed on the ground.

You felt like the same weak hybrid they found chained up in that tiny cage that day.

Nothing changed, you were the same. Over and over a cruel voice repeated in your head as anxiety surged in your body.

You felt weak, defeated.

A swirl of conflicting emotions took over like a hurricane inside of you until...

... until Bakugo came and sat down beside you, a strong arm drawing you in as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, and uttered the simplest phrase that normally wouldn't get a reaction out of you, but when Bakugo said it, you believed it with your whole body.

"Everything is gonna be okay, Pup."

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shotos-angelic-whore · 1 month

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Filler ~ masterlist

note: I’m about to pass the fuck out cos it’s 2:24 AM right now, so here are some little filler things I’ve made <3

cw: swearing, the word cum

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 6 days

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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http-tokki · 1 month

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if you’re unwell and have locked yourself in the bathroom, katsuki will NOT hesitate to breakdown the door. not in a scary kinda way but in the kinda way where you’ve called out to him because you need him but you can’t get to the door because you’re stuck with your head in the toilet. he knocks once softly, then again with a lil more force and then the third he’s asking if you’re anywhere near the door and when you answer with a weak “no” you hear a loud crash and suddenly your bathroom door is lying on your tiled floor, and Katsuki has your hair pulled back in his hands.

“did you just breakdown my door?” you ask quietly, wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, attention shifting to the broken piece of wood.

“you needed me.” is his only reply as you turn back to the bowl and spill your guts once again.

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bakuwhcre · 11 months

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bakugou isn't much of a drinker, but when he does, he loves kissing you. he'll become more giggly and touchy, only for you. he'll lean against you and whisper softly into your ear, nipping playfully at it. and then kiss your jaw until he gets close to your chin, turning you to face him so he can kiss you deeply. and then he'll kiss your neck and start tugging at clothing needily.

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miingyur · 11 months

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continuing from this

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“mama, mama! dada mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.

“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”

“oh come on sweets, i’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”

he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.

“mama mine! dada no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.

like father like son.

your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”

as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.

you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.

this was a normal day in the bakugou household.

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morosis-haze · 10 months

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Bakugou slowly moving you into his apartment

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!black reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: a curse word I believe that’s it

❒ Bakugou who doesn’t really want to admit it, but he’s been getting used to your presence on those days you come over to the point he wants you to stay the night

❒ Bakugou who was asking or coming up with excuses on why you shouldn’t leave “There’s a few more episodes til we finish the season” You might as well stay on the couch cuddled up with him only a few more episodes until you could leave, right?

❒ It was all a plan leading to the “It’s late you should stay over tonight” He says it like he didn’t have you stay at his place until it was pitch black. How could you argue it was normal to not want your girlfriend out late there were a bunch of dangerous things that lurked the night, even if you’re also a pro hero who could defend yourself fine until you get home

❒ Bakugou who heard you talk about how multiple mornings and nights he is ruining your routine so he gets stuff you need

❒ It started small with him buying another toothbrush paired with a cover on it, it stood next to his in the cup. If you ask about it he’ll only say “So? You’re over here so damn much complaining about not having a toothbrush.” He acts as if you’re the one inviting yourself over

❒ “Maybe I’ll come over less.. y’know actually sleep in my apartment” You see his gaze flicker for a second before he grunts out “Well that’s not needed anymore” he moves onto a different topic ignoring the teasing smile on your face

❒ Bakugou kept slowly trying to move you in never mentioning it to you. He’d rather not deal with you being smug. That wasn’t gonna help though.

❒ Next time you come over to Bakugou's apartment you smell the scent of your favorite candle that said man had previously complained about when he was at your place “I thought you hated this scent” he looks at you as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about “What scent?” You point to the recently burned-out candle “It grew on me” he rolls his eyes seeing you smile about it, but you can see the slight pull of one on his face

❒ You were both coming from a party a class 1a reunion if you will though there seems to be plenty of those as the students all got close over the years. Bakugou was the one who picked you up and was gonna drop you off home though he had different plans.

❒ You were busy about to post pictures of Mina and you along with the rest of the girls when you finally look up onto the road “Isn’t this the way to your apartment?” You glance at him as he continues “ ’m too tired to notice… you wanna just sleepover?”

❒ Maybe he really was tired and used to all the times of you staying over it was becoming an instinct. You were able to see the weary expression on his face and you didn’t wanna make him turn back around to drop you home so you’ll stay over…again

❒ Used to all the nights over here you go into one of his drawers planning on wearing something of his own but you notice everything in it is different it’s not a lot, but there were now a few clothes in your size and there were three bonnets in different colors and patterns

❒ “Katsuki are you changing your style?” He goes into his room raising an eyebrow at your question “You know I didn’t really take you for the bonnet kinda guy, especially one of this color but you do.” You picked up a patterned one a smug look on your face

❒ He huffs electing to ignore your comment too tired to be bothered he mutters “It’s for you” before he goes back into the bathroom letting you change in his room

❒ You get done changing and head to the bathroom knocking on the door before being allowed in you brush your teeth alongside him as you both finish up he nods to something on the counter you didn’t notice it was your favorite cleanser

❒ You both continue with your routines before heading to bed he seems to have a small smile on his face maybe because you aren’t complaining or seeing you look even slightly happier from his actions improved his mood

❒ The weeks continue you stay a little longer in the morning and you’re not as reluctant on staying the night. Bakugou gets more things for you, anything to make you more comfortable so maybe you could stay longer than last time

❒ Your favorite snacks were in his pantry, a duplicate of your lotion next to his so you no longer use up your travel-sized bottle from your purse, but what you weren’t expecting is the new silk pillowcases

❒ Bakugou may have overheard Mina talking about her new pillowcases and how they’re so amazing, as he listened it sounded like it could benefit you so he looked into it

❒ Sure he could’ve just given them to you for your own bedroom, but he used them in his even though the purpose of them being here is for you

❒ “I can’t tell if you’re getting bougie or if you genuinely wanted silk pillowcases..” you joked looking at the man as he climbed into his bed with you “They’re good for your hair and shit” “Good for my hair… you got silk pillowcases because of me?” He doesn’t look at you as he answers “There are other benefits it’s not just cause of you...”

❒ There goes a smug expression returning back to your face “Careful I might just stay here forever, Katsuki” You give him his goodnight kiss before laying down as he turns off the lights you hear him say “Maybe that’s what I want”

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

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honeesucker · 6 months

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Six -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 2,917

Chapter Content Warnings: HybridxHybrid assisted masturbation / sex toy usage, dirty talk, PTSD meltdown.

***This is essentially a short filler to progress the story, and to get something out. Next part already working on.

*Not proofread.

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It had been two weeks since the impromptu dinner and sleepover. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu had been over once more for a movie night and home-cooked dinner à la Bakugo, and another unintended sleepover since everyone was too tired to move from their spots in the living room; you and TetsuTetsu curled up with each other in a pile of blankets on the ground, and Kirishima and Bakugo snuggled on the large couch.

Today was already half-over, and it had been a difficult day for you. You were having nightmares about the fight house, and it was setting you on edge with Bakugo, unintentionally and no one's fault, but you were snapping and growling each time he got too close to you. Currently he was watching you pace the living room, looking out of the balcony as he leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his muscled chest as he kept his narrowed gaze on every single one of your movements... but he was growing tired of letting you continue to spur yourself into more of a downward spiral. Something was up and he was going to figure out what it was.

“Pup,” Bakugo finally said using a harsh tone, though not angry. Your ears perked up, and your wide eyes scurried across the room until they landed on him. He gave you another command in the same hard tone. “Sit.”

You immediately dropped to the ground, not even walking the two feet back to the couch as you plopped on your butt, sitting with your legs folded and your hands in your lap as you looked up at him with sad, scared eyes... your ears that perked up at his command now flattened against your head as you huffed from your growing anxiety. Bakugo walked over to you slowly, ensuring he wasn’t going too fast so you could anticipate his movements and not be spooked... Bakugo plopped down in front of you on the ground, his large hulking frame blocking your view as you looked up at him with a cautious stare.

Bakugo moved his hands slowly as he opened his arms to you, giving you a curious look. “C’mere, Pup...” He said softly and you scrambled into his lap, snuggling up against his chest as your breathing hitched in your throat. Bakugo’s arms came around you in a tight grip as he held you to his chest, whispering soft words of comfort to you as he felt your body finally relax in his grip. “That’s it, Pup, you’re okay... everything’s okay.” Bakugo repeated while rubbing your back, your ears, threading his fingers through your hair with a gentleness not usually known with him. He hummed softly in his deep baritone voice, soothing you until you were a pile of puppy jelly in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “Those nightmares got you bad, huh?” Bakugo asked softly, and felt you nod slowly against his chest as he held you tighter to his body... his voice gentle as he asked his next question. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head slowly, eyes downcast as you flopped over in his lap, sighing softly and slowly finding yourself relaxing with the comfort brought by your proximity to Bakugo.

"S’okay Pup, we don’t always need to talk about things, sometimes we can just lean on each other, yeah?” Bakugo muttered softly, his hand petting sweet circles on your head between your ears, his other came up to boop your nose playfully until his movements stop and he pressed the back of his hand against your head. “You’re burning up... you feeling okay, Pup?” Bakugo asked, leaning down to peer at you closer as you huffed again in his lap, turning over with a flushed expression.

“Feel hot,” is all you say, and soon a deep pink flush is taking over your cheeks and neck, and Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, his whole body freezing the second you start nosing down at his crotch. “H-Hurts, help please.” Your choppy speech and needy look of desire paired with your face so close to his hardening cock through his sweats was enough to have Bakugo jolt up away from you, flipping you from his lap and down onto the ground with a harsh thud.

“I’m gonna call the facility, see if your counselor can help... you... you stay, Pup.” Bakugo mutters the command nervously, the sudden change in your demeanor from your earlier aggression to this had him reeling.

Your body was on fire, a burning river of molten desire churning its way from your core to every tip of your toes, fingers and the top of your head... you felt the itch of desperate need in the center of your palms and the pit of your stomach. You heard Bakugo’s deep voice from the other room, the reverberation reaching your keen ears as you slowly writhe on the ground. You had your ass up in the air, your cheek to the cold floor as your hands reach below your belly, into your bottoms as your fingers find purchase on your clit... your fingers stroking quick circles as you whimper and move along the floor, finding no satisfaction in your own hand as you growled lowly in frustration.

In the other room Bakugo could hear strange noises from the living room where he left you, but as he was on the phone with Hana, who had just briefed him on your difficult heats and PTSD given you were almost always abused during your heats at the hybrid fight house.

So that explained your aggression this morning.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Bakugo mumbled, a little nervous as he tried to navigate this new situation.

Hana answered in a kind, clinical way. “Bakugo there are a few options depending on the type of relationship you want to keep with your hybrid: you can provide toys and an outlet for her to help herself though this is often a last resort as it doesn’t offer much relief for the hybrid themselves... you can help her by engaging in play, or full-on sexual activity yourself, or you can reach out to a hybrid heat network and find a suitable heat partner for her...” Hana continued talking but Bakugo’s brain was flooded with all the new information, new ways in which he needed to care for you... he didn’t expect to be told to fuck you himself... a hot red blush burned on his cheeks as he continued on a little longer with Hana, before hanging up with a rushed thank you.

“Katsuki,” a pathetic little whimper came from the living room as Bakugo made his way back to you, seeing you with your bottoms and panties down to your knees, your ass up in the air as you furiously circled your hardening nub.

“Just, hang on Pup... hang on, gonna get you some help, okay?” Bakugo said nervously, pulling his phone from his pocket as he hit the familiar call button on his recent contact.

“Heeeyyy Bakubro! What’s going on?” Kirishima’s familiar, jovial tone rang loudly through the phone as Bakugo blushed softly at his next words.

“Eijiro, I need your help. Pup is uh... she’s uh...” Bakugo muttered nervously, not usually one to lack words for anything. “She’s in heat? I don’t know what I’m doing.” Bakugo finished and he could hear a bit of shuffling on the other end and the jingling of keys.

“On my way, want me to bring TetsuTetsu? I can also stop at the store on my way and get her some toys for herself...” Kirishima trailed on, and Bakugo just agreed.

Bring toys, bring TetsuTetsu... bring everything.

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Bakugo had scooped you up and put you down in the comfort of your bed as you rolled around whining and writhing but within fifteen minutes of him locking you in your room away from him and his inability to handle this new obstacle, a knock came at the door. Bakugo rushed to the door, opening it to see an excited TetsuTetsu and a smirking Kirishima who handed over a very full plastic bag.

“I got a bit of everything for the little Pup, but it’s best for hybrids to be engaged with primarily by a partner to ease the symptoms...” Bakugo’s head filled with so many thoughts as he looked through the bag, Kirishima still droning on and on in the background as he sets the bag on the countertop... taking things out of their packaging, removing tags and sterilizing them before he walked with a handful of cute dildos, grinding toys, and vibrating toys to your bedroom. Bakugo slowly opened the door to find you sobbing, no longer writhing or rolling around on your bed or touching yourself... just lying prone and crying, soft sniffles leaving you as your bright watery eyes look over at him.

“Pup! Are you okay?” Bakugo questions softly, leaning down as he sets everything down on the bed and kneels beside you, his hand tentatively coming up to rub your head between your ears gently. “S’okay Pup, I got your friend here to help and Kirishima brought you all of these, too... wanna give it a try?” Bakugo urged you on, his hand running over the variety of toys as he showed a couple of them to you, watching as the tip of your tail gave little nervous taps as you sniffled and nodded, palming away the tears in your eyes.

Bakugo paused for a moment before speaking. “Hey Pup, Kirishima brought TetsuTetsu over... do you want him to help you?”

Your ears perked up as your eyes glazed over a bit, your nose going up in the air as you sniffed and then nodded eagerly, your tail wagging faster against the mattress making a soft thumping sound.

“I’ll go get him, okay... but you just shout out for me if you change your mind, okay?” Bakugo waited for you to nod your agreement before he got up, walking back out into the living room and coming face to face with Kirishima and an excited TetsuTetsu who couldn’t help but sniff the air, his tail wagging fast behind him as his eyes were equally excited and glazed over with growing desire. “She agreed... so TetsuTetsu, if you wanna go help our girl out, head on in.” That’s all Bakugo had to say to have TetsuTetsu taking off with haste as he scrambled across the living room, down the hall and into your open door.

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No words had to be spoken.

TetsuTetsu felt a shudder run through his body at the sweet, musky scent that filled the room as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click as he padded over on careful, soft steps. He saw as your eyes were big and pleading, watching his every move as he made his way closer to you and the pile of the toys on the bed.

“Hi Puppy,” TetsuTetsu said carefully, reaching out a slow hand to pet your head as you huffed and panted softly. “I know we’ve played before back at the facility but I’m asking again: Do you wanna play together?” TetsuTetsu used a careful, soft tone as he spoke to you, his hand still massaging gently against your head. He smiled as you nodded your head after a moment of thinking it over.

“Y-Yes, please... h-help.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, needy.

He nodded and his hand trailed down from your head, along your spine and down to the roundness of your rear as he gave the plush, soft flesh a squeeze. “I’ll help you, Puppy.” His voice was deep, calmer and steadier than his normal hurried speech and it sent a shiver through your body, the way the end of his words almost came out as growls. TetsuTetsu’s other hand trailed across the soft sheets toward the pile of new toys, his hand grabbing at a knotted canine dildo that vibrated. He wondered what kind of thoughts were running through your little puppy brain... the need to be knotted and bred, fat with pups and fucked dumb.

“P-Please,” your whine caught his attention, his cock hardening against his trousers as he looked up to see your eyeing him and looking down at the toy now in his hand. TetsuTetsu smirked down at you as he hummed softly.

“What, Puppy, you want this big ol’ knot in your little hole?” TetsuTetsu mused with a teasing tone to his voice that made you squirm as you nodded your head eagerly. “Well, I better give the needy little Puppy what she wants then, hm?” He said as he slowly trailed the hand from the swell of your ass to the apex of your thighs, his hand hovering over your pussy as he felt the warmth coming from your sopping heat. His fingers delicately spreading your labia as a finger slowly dipped inside your pussy as he fingers you at a glacial pace, your whining only increasing as you backed your ass up against his palm to get more of him inside of you. “Tsk, tsk... what a greedy puppy.” He teased softly, withdrawing his finger to watch the slick string along his finger connected from your pussy before it snapped. He sucked on his own finger, licking it clean of your slick as he groaned softly. “You taste so good Puppy...”

TetsuTetsu brought the knotted dildo up to your entrance, running the plastic length along your slick folds to gather up enough lubrication to slip the pointed tip into your hungry pussy. The dildo stretching your walls as TetsuTetsu pushed more and more of the length into you, soon pumping the dildo in at a relentless pace mimicking one that would come from another dog hybrid... he watched the sweet, fucked-out look on your face as he pressed the length deep into your pussy, up until the bulbous knot hit your entrance...

… and it was this motion that triggered a memory in your head as your whole body froze and suddenly a growl ripped from your throat as your hazy mind cleared, your eyes widening and a scream piercing the air as you scrambled away from TetsuTetsu who was left shaking and wide-eyed, wondering if he hurt you somehow.

“P-Puppy...?” TetsuTetsu asked, but you weren’t in your right state of mind, you were sobbing and kicking at the air, as if fighting off someone he couldn’t see. He opens the door and calls out to Kirishima and Bakugo who come running within seconds. Kirishima’s eyes wide as he pulls TetsuTetsu out of the room, and Bakugo crouches down in front of your flailing form, trying to make sense of what started this episode.

Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, letting you kick and scratch as him as you nip and scratch his arms, his strength and determination to calm you down overriding any pain he might feel from the fearful assault. “Kirishima!” Bakugo called, and saw his friend leaning in the doorway, keeping TetsuTetsu at bay who could be heard whining and whimpering in the living room, still thinking he did something wrong. “Maybe you both should leave... I’ll handle this, thanks for coming over and trying to help.” Bakugo muttered softly, Kirishima bidding his goodbye and saying he’ll text him later to check up on them.

Bakugo could hear the jingle of keys, as Kirishima picked up his stuff and slipped on his shoes – he could hear the soft click! of the door as they both left, and soon it was just you and Bakugo.

“Hey Pup,” Bakugo cooed softly to you, you were still struggling in his arms weakly, but soon all the fight went out of you as you can back down, your vision clearing as you looked up at him confused, unsure of what just happened. “Hey, Pup, there you are...” he cooed softer still, smiling down at you. “Something scared you, huh? Wanna talk about it?” You were squirming in his lap, still in the throes of your heat as you tried to quell your anxiety for long enough to form a coherent sentence.

“S-Scared...” you finally murmured. Bakugo swallowed hard, nodding, ready to protect you from any threat, real or imagined.

“Scared of what, Pup?” He questioned softly.

You shook your head slowly, a shudder running through your body as you curled up in his lap. “S-Scared... w-was back at t-the... bad house... r-remember heats there h-hurt... made me breed...” your words were broken and a bit of pieced together nonsense to someone like Bakugo who didn’t have the full picture, but he didn’t need the whole picture, just needed to know something bothered you, and he’d make sure you’d never face it again.

“S’okay, Pup... you’re not back at the bad house, I won’t ever let you be alone or hurt again.” Bakugo murmured softly, snuggling you in his large, strong arms. “We got each other, yeah?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you relaxed in his arms, finally coming down from your panic.

“C-Can... Can Katuski help me?” You questioned softly, and Bakugo knew what you were asking.

“I... uh, d-do ya really want me, Pup? I can call back TetsuTetsu... and you can go slow-” Bakugo was cut off immediately.

“No! Want you, just you...” you pleaded with big eyes.

“Okay Pup, you have me...” Bakugo muttered softly, a bit nervous as to what he’s just gotten himself into.

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shotos-angelic-whore · 2 months

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CHAPTER THREE ~ masterlist

cw: major swearing, a bit of sex talk

tags 🏷️: @dekustowel

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lolita-lollipop · 4 months

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Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!