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STRAWBERRY WINE

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

just a drabble, lmk if i should turn this to a fic🤭

tooth rotting fluff, ooc baku, yes this is self indulgent…

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cowboy!bakugo who is the sweetest gentleman in town to the naked eye, but is a gruff and angry person around people who know him.

cowboy!bakugo who works his butt off at 5:30 in the morning on his dads farm until 7:30 when he has to go to school. hardly ever going out with friends on weekends or staying out late on weekdays because he has to be up and early for his chores in the mornings.

cowboy!bakugo who’s daddy bought him a brand new ford f-150 for his 16th birthday, a token of appreciation and a thank you for all his hard work over the years. bakugo couldn’t stop talking about the truck for a whole week.

cowboy!bakugo who was blown away by your beauty when you knocked on his front door with a little piggy in your arms, claiming that it had strayed away to your dads pasture in the recent storm.

cowboy!bakugo who could not remember your face for the life of him. surely he had to have seen you before, you lived in teeny tiny town. and then it hit him. the pastors daughter. he’d seen your sweet face at the easter egg hunt after sunday service helping the little ones find eggs. he’d had you in a few classes over the years but never really spoke to you. he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed you sooner.

cowboy!bakugo who sees your face every where now. walking down the hallways, finding your face in the gym during a pep-rally and he even noticed that you always sat in the front pew to the left during church.

cowboy!bakugo who always holds the door open for you, for anyone really, but the moment he sees you walking towards a door he’s the first to get up and hold it for you. his stomach churns a little when you give him that gorgeous smile of yours and tell him thank you.

cowboy!bakugo who starts talking to you more during chemistry class, after sunday service and even stopping to talk to you in the hallways sometimes. you guys conversate by the lockers, and bakugos friends are always behind you, kirishima wiping fake tears, sero holding his hands together as he sighs dreamily and kaminaris back facing bakugo as he wraps his arms around himself as if to mimic kissing someone. he always ends up punching them after he’s done talking to you for the stunt they pulled.

cowboy!bakugo who stutters over his words while asking you for your number, claiming it was solely for when the church had events and he could ask the date and time for said events (which him and you both knew was bull, but you still gladly gave him it with a smile on your face).

cowboy!bakugo who is constantly texting you in his free time, asking you about your day, how school was and asking if you wanted to hangout with him and his friends after school at some diner. of course you always said yes and you brought your good friends ochako and tsu along with you. you always shared a root beer float with bakugo, even if you got teased about it.

he always dropped you off last and would walk you to your front door. you would kiss his cheek and thank him for paying for your meal, even though he didn’t have to, and of course he’d insist that that’s how you treat a pretty lady. you’d both say your goodnights and 30 minutes later you’d both be on call with each other talking about all kinds of things.

cowboy!bakugo who’s asks your dad for his permission to ask you out on a date, and when your father allows it he gets to planning.

cowboy!bakugo who asks you out after hanging out with his friends while he’s dropping you off. you’ve got the biggest smile on your face as you nod vigorously and leap in his arms for a hug. he tells you he’ll text you the details when he gets home, and you both say your goodbyes.

cowboy!bakugo who begs his father to let him sleep in a little this saturday, because he’s taking you on that date friday night and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. even if it means losing a little sleep.

cowboy!bakugo who comes to your house with a pretty bouquet of tulips, your favorite, looking so very handsome in his white american fighter shirt, rock revival bootcuts, white hey dudes and his grey and white lazy j snapback. he opens his truck door for you and drives you to the hidden location of your date.

cowboy!bakugo who jams out to george straight as he drives you way out on his dads pasture and you laugh as he sings off key to “write this down”. he just smiles at you and keeps singing horribly to hear those sweet giggles from you.

cowboy!bakugo who stops at a body of water surrounded by trees about 10 miles from his house. he backs up so his tailgate is facing the water and parks, going around his truck to open the door for you.

he leads you towards the tailgate and opens it, revealing thick blankets and pillows on the cargo bed. he helps you up and lets you get settled as he goes to the back cab and grabs a picnic basket he was hiding. your heart leaps when he joins you and you give him the biggest hug ever. of course he returns it and you both begin eating what’s in the basket.

cowboy!bakugo who stayed up all night and made a strawberry crunch poke cake, and heart jam cookies just for you because he knows you love strawberries. earlier that morning he made finger sandwiches and pasta salad and just before he left he made a mini charcuterie board for the two of you.

cowboy!bakugo who feeds you cheese and grapes and you laugh when you bite into the grape and the juice spays him in the face. you grab a napkin and wipe his cheek and he has the softest smile on his face.

cowboy!bakugo who cleans up the food after y’all are done and puts the basket behind you guys, and you both scoot up to the tail gate, feet dangling and watching the sunset. you lean your head on his shoulder and hold his hand, enjoying his presence.

cowboy!bakugo who plays music as the sun is finally setting and he asks you to dance with him. you happily agree and he goes and open his truck doors, allowing the music to be louder.

tennessee whiskey plays and you both are swaying to the song, holding each other close and singing along to the music. you both laugh a little because you’re kind of a bad dancer, so he insist that you stand on his feet.

cowboy!bakugo who after the sun is down and the stars are out, lays down on the blankets with you next to him and star gaze. he claims that this was the best place to see the stars, away from all the lights of the town. the earth is quiet, and it feels like it’s just the two of you here. it gets a little chilly and you shiver, he notices and quickly pulls you into his side and throws a fleece blanket over you two.

cowboy!bakugo who talks about anything with you, whether it be the mandela effect, mrs. johnson’s snaggle tooth or about how he wants to have his dads farm when he’s older. you listen intently and reply back to him, and he laughs when you suggest that you and him should just grab a pair of pliers and rip mrs. johnson’s tooth out.

cowboy!bakugo who gets all sweaty and clammy when he finally grows a pair and asks you to be his girlfriend. you don’t respond, and instead you press your lips against his soft ones, and let your lips do the talking.

cowboy!bakugo who grins and says “ ‘don’t think your answer was clear enough f’me, ya mind doing that again?” and you giggle and gladly do it again.

Under the Stars, the Grass Smells Sweet

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: The ranch hand you loved in your younger years is back in town, this time as a rising star in the rodeo circuit. After a show, he reminds you that he hasn’t forgotten about you or the promise he made.  

/ “Oh, you still got a curfew?” He teased. “Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but I don’t work for your father anymore. I don’t have to abide by his rules. I can make you spend the night with me if I damn well please.”

The danger and authority in his voice sent a thrilling shock down your spine, only to be softened by his next words.

“That is, of course, if you’ll have me.”

CW: western AU, smut

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cowboy!bakugo x fem!reader

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i love cwbkg sm omg prepare to be sick of me.

just fluff, the soft and tender sweetness we all want from a man.

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cicadas chirped and trees swayed in the wind as you laid on your bed, your balcony doors open letting in a warm gentle breeze. you laid clad in a white silk nightgown that had delicate lace on the neckline and hem of the dress. in your hand was a book, Pride and Prejudice, the light from your bedside lamp illuminating the room just enough for you to see the words on the paper. truth be told you had grown quite tired in the past 30 minutes, but you were determined to stay up. to see the man of your dreams, the man who rocked your world, your husband.

deciding it was about the time your husband got home, you decided to get ready for bed. washing and freshening up in your bathroom was always one of your favorite things to do.

during your nightly routine you hear the front door open from downstairs and close, heavy steps on wood flooring echoing through the house. you finished up by brushing your hair and make your way out from the en-suite bathroom to greet the handsome fellow you get to call yours.

“hey handsome” you purr, voice soft as you throw your arms loosely around his neck. his arms tighten around your waist and he looks at you, frowning.

“thought i told ‘ya not ta wait up on me” the sleepiness was evident in his voice.

you give him that small little smile you know will make him cave in as you trace his biceps, slow and gentle. you meet his eyes, reaching up to tenderly caress his cheek, looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars with those two big hands of his.

“well what kinda wife would i be if i didn’t make sure my husband came back t’me safely hmm?” you continue to hold his gaze, soft and small hand still on his cheek as silence falls between the both of you.

it’s a comfortable silence, the kind were you enjoy each other’s presence, the kind you have when you drink coffee together in the morning, the kind when you’re taking a bubble bath and reading while he shaves his face by the sink, the kind when you’re both laid up in each other’s arms and watching the trees gently sway in the summer breeze.

he’s still pouting, but his eyes soften just the slightest. he turns his head to your hand and kisses your palm, holding your gaze.

you melt under his stare.

“you oughtta not make’a habit outta’ this” but you know you’ve won, despite his words.

“i reckon it wouldn’t be too bad t’come home t’your wife with open arms for you now would it?” you grin with a catlike smile and he rolls his eyes, but his lips still tug upward in a smile nonetheless.

his eyes meet the red lights of the alarm clock on your nightstand and his frown returns.

11:41pm

he sighs and looks at you again, eyes gentle and filled with guiltiness. “sweets it’s quite late f’you to wait f’me to get home. you should be sleepin right about now” and you know he feels guilty, that he feels like he’s the one keeping you up. but he’s so wrong.

not a day goes by where you ever regret waiting for your husband to come home. you spend your mornings and evenings waiting for his arrival, day to night. sure he’s right outside tending to the animals but he’s always so busy, doing hard work. so you watch from afar, waiting for him to come back into the house, back into your arms. he’s a bright and big flame, and your heart happens to be a chimney on a snowy day in december, waiting to be lit.

so yes, you will stay up for your husband, even if he nags and nags at you to take your ass to bed. you will always be in your bed, waiting upon his arrival, waiting for his flame to ignite your heart again.

“darlin, id wait for you even if i knew you weren’t coming home that night. even if it meant i get no sleep for a week straight” your eyes are full of love and your face looked so tender, so serene.

he grips you tighter and shoves his head into the crook of your neck, planting a few light kisses. you bask in his warmth, one hand reaching to card through his hair and the other lay at the base of his neck.

his stubble tickles your neck and you try not to laugh, but a couple of giggles slip out. he gently pulls away from you, arms still around your waist, and looks at your face, searching for something. when he can’t find it he sighs, staring at you. he looks like he wants to say something, like something is on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t get it out.

so you wait.

you wait until he’s gathered all of his thoughts, until he knows what he wants to get out.

“why do you do that?” he pouts and you’re confused.

you tilt your head to the side, “do what hun?” and there’s a beat of silence, another one where he’s collecting his thoughts.

“love me like it’s as easy as breathin’”

you pause and think. just where in the world did this man come from, and why did he have to be so damn adorable.

you have no other words to say, besides the truth of course.

“because it is. lovin’ you was the easiest and best thing i’ve ever done in my life.”

just saw a tiktok of a cattle rancher gathering cattle in thick snow and i WILL be writing about this with bakugo.