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The day he took you, you had fought and screamed the entire time. Fought tooth and nail until you couldn’t fight anymore. And then you’d try to fight again, only for all of your efforts to be snuffed out almost immediately.
Bakugou was…nicer, than you had expected. You thought you would’ve been half dead by now, covered in a litany of bruises and burn marks and pain. But he never hurt you, really, besides the occasional spanking when you threw a tantrum, as he liked to call them. Even when you were nasty, spitting at him and trying to claw his eyes out, he was patient. Angry, yes, but he never did anything to harm you physically.
So when you asked him why he did everything that he did, he told you that it was only to protect you from the outside world. You were always so clumsy, never careful enough, always accidentally hurting yourself somehow. He couldn’t bare to see it anymore so—he took you.
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“Which color?” Katsuki’s gruff voice rings out from where he stands in front of you. He’s holding out two frilly dresses, one that’s a burgundy red and the other a pastel orange. They’re both fucking hideous, but you know to bite your tongue. He’s going to force you into one either way.
“Red.” You answer quietly, mouth set in a thin line as you go back to staring down at your lap. You sit only in your underwear, used to being exposed in front of him after so many months being with him. He nods, hangs the other one back up in your closet before he comes back to you with the red dress. He signals your arms above your head—its a routine, now. Sit on your bottom on the bed, pick out which color you like best for today, lift your arms above your head, don’t help him help you put your clothes on, stand up and twirl for him, sit down and wait for further instructions.
Katsuki likes his routine.
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You go to the bathroom after that. You do your business while he stands at the sink and brushes his teeth. Once you finish and wash your hands, he’s brushing your teeth too. He tells you that he brushes better than you, that he doesn’t want his baby getting any cavities, especially since you always like to hound him for sweets. He flosses between your teeth, grunts at you whenever you whimper or wince, tells you that maybe he should come home on his lunch breaks and help you brush them again.
You two shower together after that, you standing there under the hot water that he lets you hog while he gets down on his knees to scrub you clean. You don’t have to lift a finger, just twist and turn however he asks you to, and move over slightly to get under the showers raining head for all of a minute before he lets you have all the hot water again.
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Next is breakfast. He asks you what you want again, always giving you choices when it came to things that didn’t matter. You don’t even attempt to ask him about leaving again, or else your choices will be taken away from you. You want to have control over something, anything at this point, so you listen.
On the days where you feel testy, you ask if you can have chocolate pancakes or waffles with strawberries and whip cream or even—even coffee. You’ve been told no to coffee every time—“it’s not healthy for you, baby” like you give a fuck—but it doesn’t stop you from trying your luck.
“Pancake or waffle?” He asks after pressing a kiss to your forehead once you’ve sat down. He lingers there, brushes his nose against your hairline as he breathes in deep the scent of you. It makes you shudder, but you keep from hiking your shoulders up to your ears.
“I’m not hungry right now.” You answer instead, feeling the tiniest bit of rebellious this quiet, rainy morning. You just want to sleep in, you don’t understand the point of waking up at five a.m. with him every week day. He told you that its because he wants you to see him off, and that you can’t cook for yourself, and that reheated food isn’t good for you and—
“You have to eat something, sweetheart.” Already, his voice has that stern edge to it, silently tells you not to push him so early, just corporate and he’ll be sweet to you. You swallow, pulling away from where he lingers above you, folding your arms across your chest as you huff quietly.
“Waffles.” You snap, quick and to the point. It makes Katsuki grumble slightly, but he complies and starts whipping up breakfast at the stove beside you. He wears a black and green apron with a tie in the back, exposing his pale skin and bulging muscles, the scars that he lets you trace on the nights where he’s the most tired. You think, if you two would’ve met and strayed off on a different path than this, then you could’ve really loved him.
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He hand feeds you at every meal, even when he’s in a rush in the mornings. In the beginning, you would purposefully eat slower so he could be late, but he quickly caught on to your games. You haven’t tested your luck ever since he basically shoved your entire place and his own down your throat and locked the bathroom the entire time he was gone so you couldn’t throw it all up. You try to eat in a timely manner with him, now.
Katsuki brushes a stray eyelash from your cheek, blowing it off his finger before he lifts his other hand, a forkful of waffle and strawberry sauce dripping off and onto his hand below. He makes a tiny little ahh sound to get you to open up, a sound that’s been driving you mad since he took you. He watches you chew, eyes fixated on your mouth and then your throat when you swallow, licks his own lips before he’s breaking off a piece for himself to eat, and then back to you.
This goes on the entire time until you’re both finished. He cleans the dishes quickly after patting your cheeks and kissing your belly, hurrying off to put the dishes away so he can get dressed for work. He leaves you alone for the time being, dumps you off on the couch to watch TV, read one of the many books he’s gotten you, or even paint/draw for the day. Sometimes you take advantage of the alone time to wander the house and figure out a way to free yourself, but you’ve long since given up once you realized that there is no possible way out.
So you turn on one of those trashy reality TV shows that’s easy to get lost in, ignoring the bumping upstairs as Katsuki gets ready for the day. He’s down in less than fifteen minutes, dressed fully, save for his gauntlets. He stands beside the couch and waits for you to do your routine.
You stand, pausing your show as you trudge over to him and fall into his chest as a means of a hug. He huffs slightly but you can feel him smile into your hair, rubbing your back up and down slowly as he presses soft kisses against your temple. When he pulls away, he drags you into a sweet and gentle kiss, eyes fluttering open as he rests his forehead against yours.
“I’ll be back later, okay?” He whispers into the quietness of the house. You nod, whispering back a quiet okay as he pulls you in once more. He presses a rough and wet kiss against your forehead before forcing himself to pull away.
“Be good, you hear me?” Katsuki’s voice is stern now, eyeing you as you quickly nod again. He looks you up and down for a second before giving you another small kiss, knocking his head against yours, turning to the door and picks up his gauntlets.
“Paint me a pretty picture today, yeah?” He shouts over the TV when you turn it back on. You give him a confirmation, hearing the door open and shut loudly before it’s silent again, save for the bickering of the two old biddies from the show that’s on. You settle into the couch cushion with a blanket over your shoulders, telling yourself that you can paint later, since Katsuki won’t be back for another ten hours.
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Katsuki likes to baby you, you realized pretty early on. You asked him why, and he confessed after a while that he just wanted to take of someone—take care of you. He liked to do things for you—everything for you. Liked dressing you, buying you stuffed animals, blankets, liked feeding you and bathing you and—
It was too much at times. You were a grown fucking adult, you could do this shit all by yourself, didn’t need someone taking care of you as if you were helpless. But after a while, you succumbed. It was…nice, in a sense, being able to relinquish control to someone and not worry about everyday problems and struggles, but that was the whole point in your existence.
You wished for breaks when you were out in the real world. You wished that you could just disappear for a month or two and get your life together without worrying about everyday responsibilities. You wished that you could fall into your favorite heroes arms and let them lavish you in gifts and time and attention like some spoiled sugar baby.
You just wished that you had the option to choose, now.
Some days you felt guilty, succumbing so easily to the hardened hands of Katsuki. You put up such a fight in the beginning, but he really didn’t want to hurt you, just care and protect you like how he promised. And he did.
So why did you feel so guilty for not fighting harder? This was all you wanted, right? This was your quiet dreams and secret fantasies, wasn’t it? So why, when thrown into this life you asked for, did you want to so desperately get away from it?
You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you paint now. It’s one of the bigger canvases he brought you, a little bigger than your torso. You prop it up on the easel he set up in the corner of the living room, still able to peak around and watch the catty fight scenes from Real Working Wives of Osaka.
Once Katsuki realized your love for expressing yourself, he funded your little habit. Brought you the nicest paints and brushes and everything you could ever ask for. You wanted to throw all the shit back in his face, but you really did want this painting set and could never afford it before. So you took the gift graciously, and got to work.
Today, it was something abstract. You threw colors at the blank canvas, smearing them on with brushes and then your fingers when you felt like they didn’t do your art justice. You painted and painted away until you looked at the clock and saw that Katsuki should be home in an hour. You should start cleaning up, now.
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“What do you see?” You ask Katsuki once he gets home and showers the day off. He’s in nothing but a tank top and low-riding sweatpants, the V of his torso still dripping wet onto the waistband of his bottoms. You rip your eyes up when he speaks.
“I don’t know. Kinda see a dick.” He answers simply with a tilt of his head and a furrow in his brow. You mirror his expression, whipping your head to the canvas that is mainly an explosion of reds, blacks, and purples.
“Really?” You ask. “I was going more for a bruise—an ugly one. One that won’t heal for a while and makes you wince whenever you skim your fingers over it.”
Katsuki tilts his head the other way, face still scrunched up before he shrugs. He pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head as he rubs a warm palm up your flank.
“Dunno how you got that, but it looks good. You ready for dinner?”
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Dinner is something healthy, yet pretty okay. The options were almost the same—something green and good for you, as he liked to say. He held you close to him on his lap as he fed you both with the same spoon, humming under his breath whenever you took too long to swallow to urge you on.
You practically had to hold your nose closed for the last two bites, but you pushed through anyway.
“Good girl, for eating all of your dinner. Ready for dessert?” Katsuki mumbled with a kiss on your cheek. You perked up at that, whipping around to face him as you nodded eagerly. He snorted under his breath, picking you up to sit on the chair by yourself as he trudged off into the kitchen. You forgot that it was Friday—meaning you get your dessert for the week.
Katsuki unties a small grocery bag he came home with, takes out a little box where a pretty caramel apple lies inside. Your eyes are round now, mouth instantly flooding with saliva as you try not to bounce in your seat.
He hands you the apple, not without getting a kiss first, and lets you go to town. He goes to wash the dishes, when you stop him with a tug to his sweats.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He asks, unable to help but ruffle your hair as you blink up at him. You go all shy all of a sudden, mumbling under your breath as you hold the treat up to him.
“Can you cut it for me? Please?” You ask so sweetly, Katsuki thinks his heart might actually burst out of his chest and roll out onto the floor. He complies, turns around to cut up the apple into neat little pieces before depositing them into a round bowl. He gets another kiss from you and turns to leave when you stop him again. This time, you can’t meet his eye.
“And can you feed it to me too, please?” Now that makes him smile, as he picks you up and settles you back into his lap. He thinks it’s funny, really, how in the beginning you fought him so hard, just to ask for him to do these same things for you now. He thinks you’re finally starting to get it; that he isn’t doing this to hurt you or pain you in anyway. He just wants to take care of you properly, because it was what you wanted and what you deserved.
He licks the stickiness of the caramel from his fingers after every slice. He kisses your chubby cheeks when they’re full. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your shoulder when you hum and dance slightly in his lap at the enjoyment of your dessert for the week.
Life is good, you both think silently, whenever you’re here with me.
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The final routine of the night that hasn’t been implemented until recently, was sex. You didn’t fight him, really, just kind of laid there and took it. The first time you did it, it was painful, and you found yourself holding onto dear life on a plushie he had previously gifted you with.
Now, plushies are mandatory. He comes home at least twice a week with a new plushie, had to kick some of them in the closet when they became too much. They fill up your side of the bed, plushies of all kind. You pick up the grenade shaped one and hold it to your chest the moment he starts fucking into you.
Katsuki tries his best to be gentle, but it’s hard. He has learned gentleness and restraint during the day, but he can’t hold onto that during the night. You look too cute in your sheer teddies, sobbing into his hero themed plushie, while tears stream down your face. He can’t control himself when he watches how your eyes cross and how drool slips clumsily down onto the plushies fabric, making it matted in certain places. He’ll just dry clean it tomorrow.
“Ya look so cute, baby.” He groans, gruff under his breath. You only mewl in response, thighs trembling in his grasp as he hikes your legs up to his shoulders.
“You’re my best baby. You know that? You know you’re the best princess ever?” He coos down at you, one hand slipping down to play with your throbbing clit. You gasp, mouth dropping open as you cling onto the plushie, eyebrows raising higher and higher on your forehead as you struggle to open your eyes.
“M’your only baby, only princess.” You pout up at him, makes his cock twitch inside of your tight walls as he groans. He swoops down to gather your mouth in a sloppy kiss, panting into your mouth, curling his tongue alongside yours as his hips stutter.
“Fuck yes, that’s right baby. You’re my only princess, only one I’ll ever want.” He grunts against your lips, pulls back and watches how the string of saliva slaps down onto the grenade plushie. But you pay it no mind, only having eyes for him as you feel your climax starting to wash over you.
“Gonna cum,” you whisper, voice warped and wobbly as you cling on even tighter to the toy wrapped up in your arms. Katsuki only shushes you, pounds into your cunt until he feels you gush and tighten around him with a squeal.
“That’s it, baby, there you go,” he goads you on, voice raspy, kissing away your overstimulated tears as he works himself up to his own orgasm. He reaches it with only three more strokes into your still spasming and soft cunt, spills everything his balls has to offer into you. He grinds against you until he thinks he’s empty for now, panting against your mouth as you pull him down on top of you with a quiet sigh.
“Love you s’much, Daddy…” you whisper, delirious, he thinks, as your mouth slurs and your eyes droop shut. But he only pushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the tip of your nose softly.
“Love you more, princess.”
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The day he gives you the option to run away from him, you don’t take it. You see no point in leaving him, not when Katsuki takes care of you so well. Why would you want to go back into that world, where nothing but pain and misery waits for you? Why would you subject yourself to that when you could stay in the loving arms of Katsuki for the rest of your life?
Katsuki makes you his baby, and you’ve long since learned to accept it.