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PAIRING: FOREST GOD VIDAR! BAKUGOU X ELF! READER

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A/N: proud to finally be able to share with you guys my submission for Touch of Divine Rush Collab by @dark-mnjiro, i love Norse Mythology and had lots of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy my little knowledge dump plus my interpretation of what Vidar’s journey would look like after Ragnarök

i also made a GLOSSARY to help you understand some of the terms and old Nordic language used without the need of researching it yourselves, please enjoy and tysm for reading!

The air felt thick as ash rained down upon the battle grounds, the remnants of the wrath from the towering flames of the fire giant evident all around as the silent god took in his surroundings. His foot still perched atop Fenrir’s fiery jaw as he looked down at the mangled wolf, a sharp pain making itself known on his palm when adrenaline started to subside from his body. Noticing one of Fenrir’s fangs pierced into his right hand where he held the beast’s jaw open seizing it before bracing his lower foot, adorned with his magical leather shoe, against its lower jaw and tearing it apart as the prophecy intended. Successfully avenging his father, Odin, after his journey ended being devoured by the foul monster.

Bakugou could barely see a few feet around him, the sky burned black as the flames reached all the way up to the stars, consuming them as not even the cosmos could evade their fate of being swallowed by the sea. Ragnarök, the final battle, had finally progressed to its final phase. And as the world burns in flames, Bakugou couldn't help but to inhale the stinging smoke around him, feeling it stain his lungs as he closed his eyes towards the black sky.

Clearing his head from the chaos that surrounds him, beginning to feel the icy touch of Helheim against his scorching skin as he calls upon the forces of nature whom he trusted the most to guide him through this new journey.

Silence.

A small smile adorned the god’s features as he accepted his fate, although destined to survive the destruction, he found it hard to believe in prophecies when the rumbling of the ocean’s hunger was making the ground beneath his feet tremble as it started to sink into the depths of the unknown. But the silence in his ears reassured him that he will once again rule over a regenerated earth.

Silence had been Bakugou’s strongest companion, known as the silent god for he desired nothing more than to be left alone to rule the forests who were bound by close ties to him where nothing but solitude and deep silence reigned. And his desires would soon be answered as droplets of water began to slowly quench his stained skin, the god’s deep vermilion irises fluttering open as the skies poured down on him. The flames around him began to die down as the sea rumbled again and Bakugou mentally kicked himself for doubting the Norn’s prophecy as their words echoed in his head.

“Early begun.”

“Further spun.”

“One day done.”

“With joy once more won.”

Ragnarök wasn't the complete end of the world. Out of the sea, the earth started to rise again, new and filled with all shades of green where fields of grains soon began to grow without the hand of any god, human or elf to aid it. A new sun shined down upon the fresh world, and soon a new moon would follow suit as they both traveled the same path as their ancestors and returned to their old lawful regularity to keep earth from seeing the darkness of Ragnarök ever again.

The surviving gods met at Ithavoll, once again a safe place for the gods to regather themselves as they built a new city and joined forces to bring earth back to its original splendor. But after a while, once the tasks at hand were complete and life on earth was once again restored, Bakugou left Ithavoll to take his throne in Landvidi, the wide lands.

Where his glorious palace eagerly waits for his return, decorated with large green boughs and only the most delicate of flowers in the midst of an impenetrable primeval forest where he could peacefully reign among the silence of the trees. Where anyone who dared disturb his silence, will receive no mercy and awaken the same mighty god that tore Fenrir’s devilish jaws with his bare hands. Soon, everyone across the realm knew better than to enter the forests uninvited, for all who entered were never to be seen again.

All except one.

Ever since you were a child, your mother would warn you to never go near the woods just off the threshold of Alfheim, the land of the elves. Hearing stories and tales of how those who had crossed were turned into corpses and left to rot by the border as a warning or were never to be heard from again.

Tales of giant man-eating beasts that would starve themselves and wait patiently for whatever ignorant soul dared set foot into their territory. Some would even say that the surviving dragons resided deep within the monstrous shadows of the tall trees, that reached so far up into the sky that no daylight could seep through. Blood-thirsty bees and spiders that would drain their victims of their blood to the very last drop, leaving them nothing but a mess of bones and dried flesh for the forest soil to consume.

And those who managed to avoid such terrible fate and considered themselves lucky enough to reach deep within the forest to find the triumphant god’s palace in search of hidden treasures that only the remaining son of Odin could possess, would only be left wishing they would have died at the claws of the forests beasts, for they imagine their death would've been quicker compared to the merciless torture the retired god would greet them with before watering his rare carnivorous plants with their blood and feeding them their remains to keep them hungry for more.

But you would argue the opposite.

The forest has always been kind to you, ever since you first stepped foot inside of it, back when you were just a small elf beginning to learn the elven ways of magic and strayed a little too far off the border in search of kalonji, a white-petaled flower that only grew near the thresholds of the forest and was a necessary component for brewing medicine due to the healing properties of its seeds.

But by the time you finished collecting the rare flowers, you had already entered the forest and had no idea on how to return home. The warnings of your mother started to echo inside your head as panic began to settle in the more you looked around and the vast forest seemed to appear the same no matter which direction you faced. Sinking to your knees as tears started to cascade down your cheeks, dropping the basket of flowers beside you as you buried your face in your hands waiting for whatever horrid fate that would end your sorrows.

Your choked sobs and sniffles were certain to attract one of the many beasts your mother had told you about, but when you started to hear the ruffling of leaves in steady steps getting closer, you never imagined coming face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever laid eyes on.

A white stag with the most piercing red eyes stared down at you warily. Large, majestic antlers adorned the sides of his head, resembling the leafless branches of the winter trees, as he cautiously smelled around you, taking in your scent while your cries died down in your throat as you stared up in awe at the towering giant. His large hooves were the size of your head, and his long legs were taller than you as you took in their size while he circled around you before settling on your opposite side.

Taking one last whiff of you before turning his snout towards your basket, inhaling the rich aroma of the kalonji before gently stealing one. Raising his head to stand tall in all his glory as he looks around whilst he eats it. You reached over and grabbed a flower as well, bringing it up to your nose to take in its bitter notes within its subtle floral fragrance before presenting it to the stag. To which he happily accepted as he lowered his neck towards you once again, taking your offering before beginning to walk past you and into the trees, stopping momentarily to look back at you only to find you already at his side as you two made your way through the extensive forest.

You were unsure of where the stag was leading you, but you figured that sticking by his side would be better than waiting alone for the icy souls of Hel to take you. Taking in the vibrant colors of the forest as you found it hard to believe that so much beauty could hold such terrors, but you weren't going to remain present long enough to see it for yourself.

Along the way you encountered small white wood aster and yellow trout lilies that also possessed many medicinal benefits, taking some and putting them inside your basket for later while your started to carefully weave their small branches together, although your inexperienced hands were still clumsy, you still managed to keep all the flowers secure until finally closing it into a circlet. You've been so distracted with the flower crown in your hand that you hadn't noticed the stag had led you back to the threshold of the forest, being aware of your location once he stopped a few feet away from the treeline where you could see the busy city of Alfheim just past the bushes.

Excited that you were going to be able to return home safely, you thank the stag as he looks down at you, giving you what felt like a nod before turning his body to leave. But stopping in his tracks when you ask him to wait as he gives you a confused look, watching as you walk up to him and offer him the crown you'd been building the whole path back. Those piercing vermilion eyes softening as he stares back down into your eager ones before lowering himself to your height, presenting you the top of his head while being careful not to hurt you with his antlers as you gently place the flower crown between them.

The different shades of yellow and green contrasting from his unique white fur beautifully as you feel his cold nose poke the side of your cheek before leaving a long wet lick on it, making you giggle before waving him off as you make your way down the hill and back to the city whilst he disappears back into the deep forest.

And ever since, each time you've gone to collect more kalonji, you'd find small and rather odd gifts near the flowers. Sometimes it would be random objects like polished stones and crystals, pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, and even sharp teeth that you could only imagine belonged to a creature far larger than those of these lands.

But mostly, you'd find only the rarest of flowers placed neatly upon the grass, looking so out of scenery as they wait for your arrival against the green fields. Flowers that you couldn't even begin to name since you'd never seen any others quite like them. Some would possess the most vibrant colors your eyes had ever seen, and others would have the most fragrant aromas to carry them despite their subdued appearance. Whatever the case, you'd always look forward to the little presents that awaited you on each journey to the border, and back then you were always so curious as to who could be leaving them for you to find at such opportune times.

But now, nearly a vicennial of winters later, you still look forward to the same little surprises, only now you are well aware of who is responsible for leaving such treasures.

Making your way past the same threshold, you walk through the dense trees you've grown so accustomed to. Ever since that eventful day, the forest has always been kind and welcoming to you. Presenting you with an abundance of the same exotic flowers you would find when you were little, showing you paths filled with the same rare and delicate crystals you'd receive on occasions, and even the few animals you've had the fortune of meeting on your different journeys have grown a liking to you.

But your reason to return to this forest always remained the same.

Landvidi possessed only the most beautiful of landscapes, filled with the highest trees and tallest branches in the realm, lush vegetation and fresh flowers. Past the high grasslands, in the heart of the forest known as The Hall of Landvidi, is where the silent god’s palace is located. Surrounded by an even greater portion of earth’s natural beauty that paints a picture of solitude, for no being other than the retired warrior god could reach.

And as the protector of these lands, filled with ambition and strength, he is determined to ensure it remains that way. He has seen what destruction is like, lived it himself during the great battle of the destruction of the cosmos and all that lived within them, and will stop at nothing to keep the peace.

Bakugou is the strongest of the gods, following Thor, and after fulfilling his fate as an avenger and brave warrior, his rebirth after Ragnarök symbolizes sustainability and regrowth. Being the only god known to be tied with nature, as most gods were connected to the sea through Heimdall, the watchman of the gods, Bakugou had always felt his soul to be more at peace within the wide lands. And even though he swore to never allow any trespassers into his territory, ever since he heard your cries all those winters ago, something within him told him you'd be the exception.

As you descend down the stoned path towards the small tunnel under the large oak trees, you take in a deep breath when the soft breeze hits your skin, the tunnel is formed by the widened crowns of the trees that spread and reached the branches of the oak trees on the opposite side, creating a beautiful passage towards the hidden waterfall ahead.

From the oak branches, bellflowers of all colors hanged down decorating the path with a mesmerizing view. You reached up and collected some of the violet-blue flowers, making sure to grab several of their leaves as well. Although their petals had a mild taste, the leaves can be quite refreshing, and you knew the one you seeked would enjoy them.

Securing them inside your basket next to the fresh apples you'd collected from your orchard, you resumed your way down the oak passage as the sound of the waterfall filled your ears. The Querencia Waterfall is the most beautiful of all the waterfalls in Landvidi, located just at the entrance of The Hall a few miles from the palace. It's the only waterfall in the land that’s so high, when the sun is at its peak some of its rays seep through the tall crowns of the oak trees, forming rainbows that look like they're cascading down along with the stream when they capture the water.

Surrounded by ancient willow trees, the lake where it pools contains powerful waters filled with passion and love from the root of the weeping willows that are believed to provide a nourishing embrace of fertility and healing. These were the only willow trees in all of Landvidi, after Ragnarök they became quite rare to find throughout the realms, so you were astonished when the white stag brought you here on one of your visits. Welcoming you into the water to bathe while he feasted on some of the exotic flowers that floated around different areas of the lake.

You smiled to yourself as you think back on that day, remembering how nurturing the water felt around your body for the first time as its magic began to absorb into your skin. Your heart swelling when you recall feeling something being placed atop your head, only to find the stag adorning your hair with the water hyacinths he collected, rounding them on your head by tangling them with strands of your hair to the best of his abilities until it formed a circlet as his own way of thanking you for the crown you gave him on your first encounter.

You've been coming to Querencia ever since to meet with the stag, bringing him only the freshest fruits from your orchard and collecting flowers from the forest on your journeys to make more crowns for him as a thank you for all the treasures he leaves on the threshold for you. Sometimes he'd wait for your arrival near the berry bushes just off the edge of the forest and escort you through the wide lands filled with birch trees where many wildflowers favor growing near their roots so you can collect them. Other times, you venture into the forest at first daylight and wait for him in the water.

Today was one of those days as you reach the willow trees closest to the waterfall, settling your basket down near its roots as you begin to strip your garbs, folding them by the basket before entering the water.

Submerging yourself deeper as the warm water sinks into your skin, the soft current wraps you in a state of tranquility whilst you absorb its properties before soon enough you spot the majestic antlers of the white stag. Smiling when you meet his gaze, noticing how his doe eyes seem to light up when he meets yours before entering the water with you, gracefully making his way towards you as water splashes around him from the force of his hooves. Giggling when he presses his wet nose against yours before lowering his soft furred forehead to your damped one. Something that had become a habit when greeting each other.

“God morgon, you came rather quickly today!”, you whisper against him as you greet him in the old language.

Although the old tongue was not commonly used anymore after the great destruction, you noticed you get a reaction from the stag when using some of the old words, almost as if he understood them better than the modern tongue.

“I brought you something!”, you eagerly tell him, causing his ears to perk up at your announcement as you lift yourself from the water and start walking back towards the willow roots where you left your basket, the stag sauntering alongside you.

Watching as you open your basket to reveal the shiniest of apples, his tongue dragging against his snout at the sight as he leans forward to eat one when you offer it to him, knowing your orchard produced some of the juiciest and most delicious ones in the realm after you watered them with the water you'd collected from the Querencia river. Offering him the bellflower leaves next as he accepted them and eating one yourself before diving back into the water.

Fully submerging yourself as the stag followed suit, his smooth white fur now a light gray as it clung to him, droplets of water dripping from his antlers and falling against your skin when he circled closer for you to hold on to him as you swam together.

This was your usual routine on the days you'd meet on the waterfall, bathing together and feeding each other different fruit and flowers you'd bring to one another until the sun would start to disappear behind the mountains, indicating it was time to return home before nightfall. Currently seated on his back while he paraded you around the lake while eating some of the fruits on the bushes near the waterfall, sighing as you wished the stag could communicate with you further, even though you already communicated in your own unique way, exchanging gazes and gifts, and sharing intimate moments such as these that many would thought impossible to be as close to a rare white stag as you are with this one, you still wished he could speak sometimes and be able to tell you stories from the forest he knew so well.

“I wished you could speak to me”, you express as you rest your head against his neck, feeling the patches of hair beginning to fluff up from the breeze hitting his back where you laid. Ceasing his chewing at the sound of your voice as his ears flick at your words, turning his head to the side to look at you before softly snorting while rattling his antlers to signal you to alight and join him in the water again, to which you comply as you sink back in and circle him until you're facing him again.

Smiling when he presses his cold wet nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest while leaving gentle licks on your skin before reaching your neck to nuzzle his jaw there as your hands pet along his broad shoulders and trailing them up his slender neck. He gives your side another lick before stepping back a few steps further from you as you stare back at him confused. Unsure of his behavior since he has never done this before when bathing together.

But just as you begin to approach him again, you stop when the water around him changes its movements, once a steady stream now rapidly swirling with such force you could feel it pull you in closer. Trying your best to steady yourself in the water to swim away but as quickly as it came it dissipated, the water returned to its peaceful flow as if nothing had changed. Except now the white stag was no longer there, and in his place stood a man you'd never seen before.

A tall blonde with a strong physique of that of a warrior, adorned with battle scars and tattoos of old nordic runes on his chest traveling all the way down his abdomen and disappearing below his waist submerged in the water that you couldn't quite make out from your position. Rows of different stone necklaces, identical to the ones you gifted the stag a few winters back embellished his neck and a circlet of flowers sat atop his ash locks, the same crown of flowers you had placed on the stag not so long ago when you were riding him.

You stood there frozen in place, still confused as to what had happened to the stag that was just standing before your eyes mere moments ago. Snapping out of your daze when the man started to come closer to you, water rippling around him with each step, similar to when the stag enters the water and it splashes from the might of his hooves. The man stopped in front of you as you peered up at him, the sun seeping through the trees hitting his chiseled face to reveal his piercing vermilion eyes.

The same pools of red that you'd recognize anywhere, the eyes staring back at you were the ones of the stag, eyes you'd look forward to seeing everyday when you woke up, a deep crimson you'd come to find in all things that reminded you of the stag, in the ripe apples of your orchard that he loved so much, in the rare red lilies that only bloomed during the early times of spring in the valley near the waterfall, in the polished pyropes stones he’d bring you every late winter and now in the body of a man whose presence felt familiar the more you took in the energy around him.

He smiled when he noticed everything beginning to make sense to you when your widened eyes began to soften.

“Elskan mín”, his voice low but eager as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up to spin you around in the air, causing you to secure your arms around his neck while laughing before holding you close to him. Wet skin pressed against each other while strong arms keep you close as your legs instinctively wrap around his center.

Lowering your face towards him to nudge your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together, just like you would with the stag only now his nose is warm and the dampness of his forehead matches yours.

“How come you hadn’t done this earlier?”, your eyes searching his as you notice him peering at your lips while you speak before meeting your curious gaze again.

“Didn’t want to scare you away”, he answers simply whilst pressing kisses along your jaw sporadically.

“Why now then?”, you push while allowing your digits to travel up and down his nape, tangling with his hair.

“It just felt right”, he whispers while fondling one of your braids with the charms of your mother, she had removed them from her locks and secured them in yours before passing so you could have a piece of her with you when she could no longer be present in body but carry on in soul and spirit.

His hand traveled down to your shoulder where old nordic runes adorned your skin as well, only yours possessed sacred sigils of the old elven folklore, while his runes were of a time before Ragnarök. Which made you wonder if this was the retired god of vengeance everyone was so wary of, he evidently possessed the powers of one and if anyone was to allow the welcoming treatment the forest has presented you with all these years, it was him.

You reach for the hand still tracing the runes on your skin to cradle it in yours as you turn it so his palm could be facing you, whilst he watched as you inspected his hand. Smiling again when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, almost able to see the ripples of electricity in your head as you put all the details together, a habit of yours that he loved to observe throughout the years since meeting each other.

To Bakugou, out of all the creatures that had stepped foot inside his forest seeking his aid, you were the most beautiful he had ever seen, no flower from his garden could compare to you, and since the day he met you he swore that one day you would become his goddess, and he has remained by your side since, waiting for this exact moment that he'd be able to finally show himself to you and solidify your love.

He watched as you traced the scar on his palm, a reminder of the path he once walked guided by the burdens of fate. Your eyes meet his again when you finally put all the clues together, noticing how he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, and to him you were, for you had become his purpose after no longer having interest in matters of war and retiring to spend eternity within the silence of the wide lands.

“You're him… the silent one”, only receiving a nod in return as more answers arise in your head, but settling on the one that dominated your thoughts the most.

“Why me?”

“It's always been you, elskan mín… and now we are able to seal our love for one another.”

All your questions are melted away when he pulls you towards him and captures your lips in a kiss so fervent that causes your insides to stir with emotion. Only pulling away when the need for air becomes inescapable as you pant against each other's lips.

“I’ve waited so long to do that”, he exhales while making his way towards the shore with you still secured in his arms.

The fresh spring breeze hitting your skin when you leave the comfort of the water makes you shiver, a small hint of winter still present in the air as the forest was still transitioning from the stabbing cold into the warm energetic glow that this season brought along with it.

Your nipples pebbling at the loss of heat from the god’s body when he sets you down on the soft clearing of moss and wildflowers under the tallest willow tree. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by him as he peers down at you, now able to openly devour you with his eyes whilst you lay under him, strong tatted arms caging you between them as he lowers himself to capture your lips once again.

All the tales of the remaining son of the once All-Father were of his brash and merciless demeanour, ones that were bound to inflict fear upon anyone that heard them, but all those stories drifted into distant whispers of the wind the more you got lost in him. His touch was firm yet delicate, something that would seem impossible for his physique with such imposing structure, but it was possible. His touch was filled with love and spoke the words his voice failed to express. And only now that his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, is that it becomes evident to you the extent of said love as you look back on all the years you've spent together.

Courting the other in the shape of flowers, stones and apples, in a dance of mighty passion that led to this exact moment as he settled himself between your legs, positioning your thighs above his broad shoulders whilst his fingers traced informal shapes on them. His eyes fixated on the tuft of hair above your cunt as he sinks down to bury his nose in it, inhaling your scent as you watch his eyes darken from finally being able to delve in the thing he craved the most after so long.

Maroon eyes meeting yours while his lips follow the trail of hair down towards your sensitive lips, the feel of his hot breath alone making you clench around nothing as you watch him hover above your cunt, puckering his lips so a long strip of spit falls from them and lands on your clit. Watching as it slides through your folds before pressing his tongue flat on your entrance and licking all the way up to your clit, repeating the action as he falls into rhythm. Feeling yourself get increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue while your chest starts to rise and fall unevenly.

Getting lost in the pleasure as your hips begin to buck when his tongue focuses on your clit, circling it before rapidly flicking against it causing something to ripple inside of you. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up in awe at the way you arch into him, your cries unleashing the might in him that had been forgotten for centuries as he sucks on your clit with more vehemence, needing to hear you sing for him louder.

Increasing his movements as he begins to suck on your folds, the feeling of his lips messily fondling with yours sends chills across your skin as you slowly rock your hips along with him. Your hands reach for his where they rest on your hip bones as he easily opens them for you to tangle your fingers with his whilst he continues to increasingly devour your cunt. The wet smacking sounds of his lips clashing with the ones of the waterfall as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

The sweet taste of your fluids on his tongue drove Bakugou into a frenzy, lapping and eating your cunt while whined grunts resonated from deep in his chest, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. Arching deeper into his touch as wanton moans escape your lips, white spots clouding your vision when he buries his face further into your cunt, nose rubbing on your clit while he drinks every last drop of your release, not stopping until he gets his fill.

Parting from your cunt once your whines die down into heavy breaths, face stained with your fluids that he pays no mind to as he dives back in to place a tender kiss against your clit before trailing up to the tuft of hair, savoring your scent as he buries his nose in them again and runs his lips against them. Pulling your hairs between them, the slight tug making you peer down at him as you meet his eyes, filled with love and adoration mixed with something else, something more sinister and hungrier that hasn't been sated completely.

Watching as he presses a kiss to your hairs as well before continuing to trail them up your abdomen, never breaking eye contact as he reaches the valley of your breast. His hands untangle from yours as they glide against your sides to cup your boobs, shaking them in his grasp before capturing one of your pert nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it while he sucks them harder and slowly pulls back until it flicks out of his mouth with a wet slurp, to then switch and give the other nipple the same treatment. Alternating between both breasts as your whines encouraged him on, not stopping his ministrations until your chest was swollen and overstimulated, almost making you reach your climax once again but pulling away to edge you on as he continued to lay kisses against your chest before moving towards your neck.

Shifting from tender to ravenous when he starts to mark your skin with his teeth, nipping across your throat until settling where your neck meets your shoulder. Feeling his tongue drag against your skin followed by a sloppy kiss before his teeth scrape your delicate skin, your cunt clenching in anticipation as you wait for him to finally give in to his desires.

Bakugou could hear his heart beat loudly inside his ears as he began to sink his teeth in you, pressing down until the skin gave away against his force, the rush of blood drowning his taste buds making the loud beating cease into silence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The mighty god had left the path of war behind a long time ago, but one's nature can’t be so easily avoided as the craving for disaster and vengeance haunted him at times from a period where the blood of his enemies would quench his skin, finding its way to his lips, reminding him what victory tastes like.

So as the savory metallic taste pours down his throat, he can't contain the groan that escapes him as a chill runs down his spine making him grind against you whilst your sweet cries pull him from his silence. Withdrawing from your skin to lap up the remaining rush of blood before cradling your face in his hand, holding your jaw firmly as he presses his lips to yours. Kissing you with such might you feel he could almost devour you through the kiss as the taste of your own blood mixing with each other's spit sends you both in a trance as you continue savoring it.

Bucking your hips to grind against his cock as his hips follow suit, beads of precum mixing with your arousal as he rubs his length between your folds whilst his tongue tangles with yours. Too engrossed in the kiss to pull away, you sneak your hand between your bodies and guide his cock to align with you as he slowly begins to sink into your cunt. The stretch of his cock sends a hot wave of pleasure down your back as your cunt sucks him in further, inch by inch as your fingers curl around ash blonde strands.

Your breaths become labored as you part from each other, lips swollen and red as he fully sinks into your warmth. The grip from your silken walls forces him to brace himself as he places his arms next to your head to keep himself from collapsing when he feels his thighs twitch. Pressing his forehead to yours when his hips start to rock into you, slow and steady at first before gradually increasing his thrusts into a brutal pace that drives both of you into a babbling mess.

Your wetness gushing messily, soaking the untamed strands of ash hair on his pelvis as they bounce against your own, before dribbling onto your skin causing it to spread in sticky strands every time his hips part from yours to snap against them again. Strangled moans mixing with the sloppy sounds of your bodies as the sensations become overwhelmingly good.

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you look up at him, trying your best to answer him when he asks you to tell him how good it feels between the curses in old tongue and heavy grunts that escape him. Responding to what feels like incoherent babbles as your mind melts away the more he pounds into your sloppy pussy.

Bakugou could feel his balls twitch as he neared his release, but he needed you to come undone with him and make an even greater mess on his cock for him. Shifting his weight on one arm while the other gives your breast a quick tug before reaching between your bodies as he starts drawing quick circles against your clit with his thumb. Sending an electric shock of pleasure through your body as your breath gets stuck in your throat before you start coming apart.

Squeezing around him hard as a flow of arousal gushes between your bodies as it stains both of you and leaks down into the soil beneath you. Your walls clenching around him mixed with the obscene sounds coming from your pussy sending him over the edge as well as he buries his cock to the hilt, filling you up as the hand on the side of your head tangles with your hair when yours tug harder at the one on his nape.

The tears finally spilling from your eyes as hot - impossibly hot - globs of creamy cum spill against your sultry cunt, searing your insides as you find yourself never wanting this moment to end, wishing to always be plugged full of the vengeful gods mighty cum. Feeling the final pulses of his cock inside you as his head falls down against your shoulder, smiling to yourself between heavy breaths at the wet feel of his ecstasy filled tears smearing against your skin but choosing not to say anything as he fully allows his weight on top of your whilst your arms wrap around him.

Giggling at the soft lips pressing feather-light kisses on the side of your neck as they slowly trail up towards your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss while his fingers caress your scalp where he previously had a grip on your hair.

A cold breeze pulls you both from your trance as the rustling of the willow tree above you fills your ears, once again reminding of the remnants from the harsh winter as goosebumps erupt from your skin. You notice how the waterfall no longer has a rainbow flowing through it, indicating that the sun has already begun to set, and you need to return home quickly.

You've never stayed in the forest long enough to see nightfall, and the stag would always make sure to escort you back to the treeline safely before sunset, but today time had slipped from your hands and you began to worry. Bakugou is quick to notice your concern as he wraps his arms around your center to hold you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck again and taking a deep breath as he inhales your warm scent.

“I have to leave”, you remind him but still reciprocate his actions by wrapping your arms around him again as you also hated the idea of having to depart from this moment.

“Stay”, he whispers against your skin followed by a swipe of his tongue against the dried blood around the punctures on your neck.

“There is nowhere for us to st-”, you began to dissent, but the forest god silenced you by quickly pulling you into a kiss once more. Grin on his features that you couldn't help but smile in return despite your disapproving eyes.

“I want to show you something”, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist before rising from the ground with you secured in his arms as he carries you through a path of the forest you hadn't explored before. The sun was already halfway past the mountains, making it hard to see, but just as you were about to express your concerns to him, a light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small blinking light followed by another until an entire cloud of dancing lights was illuminating your path.

After Ragnarök, it was rare to catch a glimpse of certain insects, fireflies being one of them, so seeing so many in one place had your jaw slack as you watched how they gracefully danced under the upcoming moonlight whilst they guided you through the forest.

Bakugou kept walking through the field of thinning willow trees that started to morph into magnificent maple trees that even with only the dim light of the fireflies, you could vividly see their vibrant colors. These acer trees had also become a rarity after the great destruction, and the analgesic in their bark was of high command to aid as a remedy for some illnesses, which made you wonder why he hadn't shown you this part of the forest before. The stag had always granted you access to all the rare medicinal flora found in these lands so you found it odd that he kept this area hidden from you.

Your confusion only grew more as you made your way deeper into the darker trails of the maples, where the path seemed to end by a sealed corridor blocked off with an impenetrable wall of large roots and maple leaves.

“Blómi”, you hear Bakugou whisper as the sound of creaking wood follows, watching as the roots begin to untangle from each other and the leaves falls to the ground revealing a path of lit stones descending into a large garden with a great abundance of flowers, leading towards a large structure.

Your jaw fell slack again, as you wouldn't have imagined that this is where the silent god kept his palace, nor that such a vibrant area filled with such sublime greatness of nature could be hidden amid the sacred gloom of the maples. Bakugou couldn't help but smile as he carried you through his garden whilst you stared in complete enchantment, filled with joy that he could finally share his greatest treasures with you.

The inside of the palace was equally as marvelous as the outside and had a beautiful golden fountain at the very center with small creeks that led to other corridors of the palace, ones you couldn't wait to explore once daylight came again. As for now, the mighty god was still carrying you towards what you could only imagine were his chambers as he ascended the grand staircase near the main entryway. Revealing an archway adorned with flowy white curtains that led inside his bedchamber where he set you down on the spacious bed at the center of the room. The bedding was soft and cozy as you sink deeper into the comfort of them, noticing how the moon sat perfectly above the palace where you had a clear view through the sunroof above the bed.

“Hí, elska”, you heard Bakugou whisper next to you, offering you a coconut shell filled with water.

“Takk!”, you smile while grabbing the shell and drinking from it, finishing its contents before settling back down on the bed as a yawn escapes you, sleep finally catching up to you after such a fulfilling day. Settling against his chest whilst Bakugou worked his fingers through some of the tangles bathing earlier might have caused.

“God natt, ásynja mín”, he boasts, a grin spreading at your widened eyes looking up at him.

“Ásynja?”, you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly to which he only nods in return as you match his smile.

“Yes, ásynja mín, for everything I own is now yours as well”, he adds while nodding towards the room, confirming that he meant the palace and everything within his forest was now yours to rule alongside him for eternity.

And you couldn't be happier as you drift off to sleep against the god’s chest, neither could him as he placed a gentle kiss against your forehead before peering up at the moon. Asking his father if he was watching as he finally found the one with whom his soul delights in after many years of hard battles, he has completed the prophecy he set for himself all those winters ago when he met you, now with a content smile as he buried his nose in your head, excited for what the future awaits as the rulers of Landvidi.

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dark-and-kawaii · 5 months

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༺ 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ༻

What killed Astarion more than anything was how his daughter carried on your personality. Always wanting to be there for everyone, especially him… He wishes you were still here with him.

Angst - Hurt - Comfort - Mentions of Character Death - Dadstarion

A single tear hit the ground as Astarion looked up into the night sky. How? He wonders to himself… You had both gotten so far the past couple of years. He even managed to kill Cazador, not only for his revenge but to help keep you safe as well... He had done everything to protect you, but in the end, there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t there, he had tried to have been there, but when he got there it was too late.

“What are you doing out here all alone papa?”

Astarion had heard his young daughter calling out to him, but he didn’t want to turn around…

His daughter was a perfect mix of the two of you, she had your hair, his pale skin, one of her eyes were the same color as yours while her other eye was all him, vermilion.

What killed Astarion more than anything was how she carried on your personality. Always wanting to be there for everyone, especially him…

“Papa! You’ll catch a cold if you keep standing out there!”

He sighed heavily, she still hasn’t realized that he’ll always be cold, especially with you gone now, the little warmth he could find in life.

Astarion’s daughter was holding out her arms, a well made embroidered jacket held out in her tiny hands. It was the jacket Gale had gifted her just this year, far too small for Astarion himself yet she still wished to see him cover up.

She was still so young and naïve, Astarion knew this… And he knew she didn’t want her only parent getting sick thanks to the harsh autumn winds.. Even though he wouldn’t…

Another tear slipped past his long lashes, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

He had been sitting outside at night reading a book you had given him. It was such a tranquil evening, the crickets and frogs chorused as the stars twinkled in the sky while you were sat at his side.

-Bringing up his hand he lays it against his shoulder, Astarion swears he can feel your head laying on his shoulder even now…-

You were humming along with nature until you felt the cold air nip at your nose. He could feel the chill run through your body and before he could ask if you’d like to head inside you were removing your jacket and laying it against him as if it were a blanket.

“Just what in the hells do you think you’re doing, hmm?” Astarion arched his eyebrow, his book closing so he can lean into you more.

“You’ll catch a cold,” you wink at him, attempting to be cute.

“Now hold on, as adorable as that is, you should honestly be far more worried about that little thing growing inside of you.” He points to your stomach.

“Oooh please, I defeated an elder brain. Do you really think the cold will hurt me? Besides… I want to enjoy this moment a bit longer, let me have my moment.”

“So stubborn, but you know… I could think of another way to keep you warm and even myself.” He always knew when to turn on his seductive side with you, and tonight would be the perfect moment.

You had both laid out there all night under the maple tree. Your bodies entwined with one another’s, hands roaming, and your jacket covering the both of you in the end.

“Papa?” Your daughter tugged on her fathers pant leg, “Papa you okay!?.”

Astarion focused on his daughter, he tried to stop them but his tears kept making their way down his cheek. He always knew he was weak; knees crumbling to the ground he wrapped his lean arms around his daughter embracing her closely.

“W-whyre you- c-cryin- papa?...” She began to weep with her father.

The past few days his daughter had been asking what happened to you, her mother… And Astarion didn’t blame his daughter for being so curious, nor did he blame her for these recurring memories.

“It-it’s mama, th-thats wh-why you’re cr-cry-crying, right?” Her own tears create a steady stream down her pale complexion…

Astarion wanted to tell her so badly, but how could he tell her… How could he tell his daughter that her mother passed because he wasn’t strong enough… no… he couldn’t. Not yet. She was still far too young for the truth, she could hate him later for it. He was going to protect his daughter no matter what at the moment.

Pulling away from his daughter, he saw so much pain coated on her small face.

Astarion raised his hands so he could wipe away her tears tenderly. Picking up the small jacket she had brought him, he wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Your mother, well she…” He searched for the right words but… “Above us,” he blurted the words before thinking, “See.” He pointed above them, the dark sky was beautiful, stars surrounded them in the sky while the moon gave off a light glow.

She looked up to see all the stars twinkling in the sky.

“T-the stars? Will she ever come down?”

Astarion huffed out a small laugh and shook his head while looking up. “Well, no. But, she’ll always be with you in your heart,” -he pinched her cheeks softly- “Your mother is always going to be keeping an eye on you, I’m sure of it.”

His daughter rapidly began to wipe his tears from his stained cheeks along with hers.

“If she can see us! Then you shouldn't cry anymore papa!” She can see that you are hurting! She wants you to smile.”

Astarion helped her wipe his tears. “You’re right, she wouldn’t. If she was here she’d probably tell me to get over it.”

She nodded in agreement.

“Oh papa! I forgot! I brought out mamas sketchbook! Can you try to draw mama for me!? I want to see how pretty she was!”

“I can most certainly try, for you that is” Picking himself up from the grass, Astarion held his hand out for his daughter so he could take her over to the maple tree, “but don’t complain if it’s terrible.”

Sitting on her papas lap she waited for him to open your long lost sketch book...

Flipping through it, Astarion swore he could feel his undead heart skip a beat… There in the middle of your pages was a sketched photo of himself…

“This is-“ his hand traced over the gray sketch.

“That’s you papa!”

Beneath the sketched portrait was a small note, “The most beautiful vampire I’ve ever laid eyes on, Astarion Acunin.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #tav #bg3 tav

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comatosebunny09 · 5 months

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prey | astarion a.

summary: he makes you feel like small, feeble prey. something to be slowly devoured and savored. warnings: steamy, language now playing: desert rose [ slowed ] - lolo zouaï notes: i blame astarion’s bedroom eyes for this. tagging: @nanaoise08squad

The tavern is lively tonight. Filled to the brim with laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs.

You hang back from the festivities, tucked away from the other patrons at a secluded table. Not lonely. Just prefer solitude.

You raise your mug to your companions every so often as they venture past, their mirth infectious.

There’s a smile on your face. Your body buzzes from the ale settling in your belly. You nurse your tankard, the contents of it gently sloshing about.

A laugh occasionally touches your lips. Watching everyone enjoy themselves is a welcomed sight, given the doom constantly looming over your shoulders.

Subconsciously, you find yourself sifting through the crowd in search of someone. A familiar thatch of white. Vermilion eyes. Sharp features. And like a beacon, you’re drawn to him, watching him chat up some pretty brunette on the other side of the bar.

You sit up on the barstool, unconsciously tugging at your collar. Feel your stomach plummet to your feet. Your lips part with shallow breaths, and your throat grows dry.

Who the hell is that? And why are they standing so close to him?

You’ve no time to coddle the envy blooming in your chest, for his gaze finds yours through the throng of people with laser precision. As if he sensed you looking his way, his eyes crinkle with the slightest hint of amusement.

Your heart stutters at the sight. You suddenly forget how to breathe. Trapped in a soundless stare-down, only the two of you seem to exist as the noise of the tavern fades into the background. It’s all a muddled mess to you, your senses heightened and all trained on Astarion.

His eyes dip into a mysterious shade of red whilst he studies you from beneath dark lashes. Makes you feel like small, feeble prey. Something to be slowly devoured and savored. Your bones licked clean and left on display on a mantle like a trophy.

And you still can’t quite get the hang of breathing.

He pays no heed to the person in front of him. As if they were a mere distraction—an appetizer to sate him until the main course.

He continues to leisurely undo you with his eyes, stripping you down to the marrow until you’re raw and exposed. You feel heavy. Pulsing. Dizzy. Not sure if it’s the ale filling your head with static or the depth of his stare.

Whatever the cause, you tear yourself from your seat. Wend through the crowd, gulping down air as you propel yourself into one of the dark and secluded back rooms.

The noise of the tavern peters into silence.

You press your back against a cool, textured wall, fighting to get your head back on straight. You clutch your chest. Screw your eyes shut.

Breathe. Breathe.

You realize all too late that you’re not alone.

The room’s pressure shifts. And like a prowler, he emerges from the shadows. Slow and meticulous in his steps, ingesting you with those devastating eyes aglow in the darkness, and his brows quirk with intrigue.

You can’t get your limbs to work—to move. So Astarion easily traps you between the hard press of his body and the wall, and he frames either side of your head on bent arms. The hunger in his gaze never leaves, only growing whilst his face slinks in. You swallow thickly, your legs ready to give way.

You’re a sheep cornered in a wolf’s den. Gazing up at him, your lids feeling so very heavy, your head swimming. He smells divine. Feels even better. You unconsciously tangle your fingers in the collar of his coat, drawing him closer.

His lips pan in, his lids shuttering, lashes thick. You stand on the tips of your toes, waiting with bated breath. Ever patient. Obedient. But the kiss never comes.

Instead, he teases you with the promise of one. Grazes your lips with his, sparkles of delight flittering across your face. He releases little pleased, hoarse groans you have to strain your ears to hear. And he revels in this, torturing you so. Coaxing petulant whines from your throat, and you kick your feet like an impatient child.

“Astarion,” you rasp.

“My love?” The rumble of his voice is heady. Makes you throb. His lips brush against yours again, kissing along the outskirts of your mouth, causing the delicate skin to tingle pleasantly.

“Why do you insist on being such a little shit?”

A chuckle. His nose nuzzles along yours, his hands cupping your neck below your jawline, thumbs smoothing over your chin and angling your head further back. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Astarion,” you growl. “Just…gods dammit, just kiss me already.”

You’re desperate. Breathy. Teetering along the edge, and you have to cling to him to keep from careening over it. Your senses are overhauled, filled only with Astarion. Too hot. Too many clothes. Can’t think straight. Can’t—

“Oh, darling,” Astarion croons, continuing his cruel game of keep-away when you move to close the gap between your mouths. “Where’s the fun in giving you exactly what you want whenever you demand it?” He noses along the torrid flesh of your cheek, and you can hear the cruel smile taking hold of his voice. “I rather like the sound of you begging.”

You scoff. Try to kiss him again, but Astarion won’t have any of that.

“Now.” He zooms in, ghosting his lips over yours, fully intending to make you suffer. You lunge forward as if to bite him, earning another low, guttural laugh that you feel in the depths of your belly. “From the top, my love.”

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion drabble #bg3 fanfiction

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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KATSUKI AND HIS GLASSES ★ NSFW

One thing about Katsuki that he will never admit is that he loves to fuck you with his glasses on. He knows you love it too. However you tease him. You say he looks nerdy or like his father. He hates that last one so much because he’s no one to be compared to in any capacity. So, he loves proving you wrong. If unsavory thoughts about him are filling your mind, he can fuck it out of you. He loves getting a clear view of watching the spent, frustrated look in your eyes as your face was trapped in his hands. Between a thumb and a middle finger, your cheeks are squished in his hold, suppressing your moans. There’s more attention paid to the tears welling in your eyes and the small hint of drippings creeping out of your nose that you have to sniffle. It makes him smirk. His other hand presses into your back to help your hips find the rhythm you lost while getting closer to the orgasm you both are chasing.

His kisses on your lips are bruising; they establish a confidence he only has when wearing his glasses. Though you’re riding him, he has the complete upper hand. He’s a good man to ride. Never does he want you to put in unnecessary work when you both achieve the same goal doing much less. He’s got you grinding on the base of his cock, lazily enjoying the fluttering your cunt does around him. A shivering hand of yours wraps around his wrist while the other plants firmly onto his chest. His hand forces you to keep a consistent pace but he’s taunting you the whole time. “What’s the matter, yer not talking now?” He growls against your lips, noses brushing together. His hand swiftly scoops underneath his shirt that you’re wearing to grip a hip of yours. Just looking at his red eyes pierce through those lenses and stare at you made your hips quiver but, he doesn’t let up. “Fuckin’ speak,” he whispers against your skin before shutting his eyes and choking out a groan, “spoiled girl.”

You try. You really do. You want so badly to speak but your breaths are too shallow to voice anything. It’s been a compilation of light breaths and repressed moans since the start. He’s not actually asking you to say anything. This is Katsuki. He really isn’t going to get anything out of you anyway with his cock shoved that deep inside of you. There’s a brassy smack that could be heard throughout the bedroom you were in. His hand tightly wraps your ass. While he doesn’t demand words, he demands something. It provokes a whine, giving him a kiss that he would classify as bratty. Your lips crash against his so forcefully that to him it feels like you are simply trying to get it over with. It’s only a tease to you but as he pulls away, you can see the narrowed glare he gave you.

“Kiss me like you fuckin’ mean it or I’ll leave you like this,” he threatens. It’s impulsive of him, but the hand that’s around your face drops to your neck, bringing you in for a more attentive, gentler kiss. It’s a kiss that melts you into the firmness of his chest and puts a halt to your hips. The brief pause makes his cock twitch in ache, making him slowly roll his hips up into you. With a kiss so good, he wasn’t going to make his good girl do all the work. Katsuki wasn’t a lazy in any sense of the word and he sure as well wasn’t in bed. Funny how you went from a spoiled girl to a good girl and he wouldn’t say it, but you’re simply here for the ride.

He groans in desperation, wanting to cum already. Your hand rides down his chest to the sides of his smooth, velvety waist with the other reaching higher. The hero’s cautious of what the hell you have planned but when you take his glasses off and put them on your own eyes, his eyes grow) and so does the ache in his dick). There’s a complete stop from his body as he drinks your image in, vermilion eyes slowly trail all over your face. He’s stunned. You look absolutely beautiful with his glasses on and he won’t even try to hold back on that sentiment. Though he doesn’t have to when you could feel his opinion inside of you. “Do I look good in them?” You speak for the first time since he ripped your panties off. Your words are fatigued and breathless. Honestly, you don’t have to ask.

This time the words were ripped out of Katsuki’s throat as he finally let yours go. His eyes grown wide at the sight of you. “Can you see out of ‘em?”

You nod.

Then your back suddenly meets the mattress. Katsuki’s quick to have your legs wrapped around his waist. “Good,” he grumbles with a sadistic smirk before continuing to plow his hips into you. His face dives into your neck with his hands pressed firm into the sheets. His kisses to your neck are delicate, running down your jaw and shoulder. Your arms wrap around his neck loosely, feeling his hair brush against your forearms. But it’s not enough for you.

“Look at me,” you pout, immediately forcing him to pull his head from your shoulder to frown at your expression.

The hero gifts you a sweet, slow kiss before looking into your eyes. He shivers when feeling the palms of your hands cup his cheeks, a warm red blush on his face. “Fuckin’ spoiled girl.” There it is again. You suppose you can’t complain. He smiles when he says it. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Look at me and make me cum.” Does he hear that correctly? That’s such a mind altering request, he doesn’t think he ever had the chance to hear something like that.

“I fuckin’ love you.”

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sashiavi · 7 months

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𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝙰𝚟𝚒'𝚜 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 2023

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This was supposed to be a simple endeavor. Scout out a new location for Kaveh's client and be done with it. But no, of course not, of course something had to go wrong. Kaveh alone was already a liability to his own health. Add [Name] into the mix? You've got yourself twin tornadoes, barrelling tail first into trouble and chaos. Now they weren't lost, insists Kaveh, just taking the scenic route. Yeah, the scenic route joins [Name]. Alhaitham's eye twitches, he wasn't born yesterday unlike these two bone heads. He can see the slight confused head tilt Kaveh gives towards the map in his hands and the anxious glances their other travel companion gives the forest around them.

Alhaitham couldn't remember how they even managed to convince him to tag along, he wasn't a part of their respective Darshans, nor did he have the freetime. The forest was humid, typical for Sumeru's tropical landscape, his body felt clammy and gross. At least they weren't in the desert he supposed, there'd be a lot more whining and a vast lack of shade. Plus, he'd rather have his boots caked in sticky mud and leaves than have sand in his shoes.

"If you keep scowling like that you'll age worse than you already are." The prissy voice of Kaveh snaps him out of his train of thought.

Alhaitham's eye twitches again, Archons, sometimes he wanted to strangle him. Squeeze his neck while his pretty vermilion eyes roll back into his skull, forcing pretty glittery tears to roll down his cheeks. What..? Nothing. If there were someone reading his mind he'd tell them it was a joke. Blink if you're a mind reader. He ignores the passing glance [Name] gives him, blinking in concern, preparing herself for an explosive argument. Alhaitham signs and wipes his palm over his face, perhaps he ought to relax, it was a rare opportunity to be partnered up with the rowdy pair.

"Gah! What in the name of the Sevens- What is that!?" Never Mind. Relaxation ruined. Kaveh's screeches were back in his ears. Alhaitham's irritance is quick to fade when his eyes reach towards the sound. Kaveh sputters and coughs, frantically swatting a thick pink dust away from his face. [Name] was not faring any better, equally as coated in the mystery cloud as Kaveh. Alhaitham is quick to find the source, an otherworldly flower, stained pink and red with ornate petals. The plant had sprayed some sort of spore or pollen over the pair, perhaps a defense mechanism of some sort - Alhaitham was no Amurta student, this was definitely out of his realm of knowledge. He sucks in a breath, staunching over and brushing the pollen from the two, ignoring the sneeze you blow into his face. The pollen tickles at his nose, nearly forcing his throat shut, his body was definitely aberrant to inhale whatever the substance was.

The group manage to control the spore cloud, swiftly trekking down the path to avoid the majority of the affected area. A thought strikes Alhaitham; Was the plant toxic? He hadn't particularly worried about it in the moment, and the group seemed to be fine. Visibly, Kaveh and [Name] were stained a little pink, a thin sheen of dust covering their hair and clothes. Otherwise, they seemed completely normal, even though he wasn't feeling any concerning side effects - Apart from an itchy throat and a runny nose.

"How are you feeling?" He directs to no one in particular. The pair hum and shrug in response, they seemed to be fine. The group continue on their search for the elusive location for Kaveh's next big project.

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They were not fine

At least an hour had passed since the pollen incident, everything had felt fairly normal. If you discount the warm, tingling feeling the group felt in their tummies. Until now, symptoms were at an all time low.

Kaveh was not faring well. His stomach felt cramped, tight and nauseating, sending cold shivers down his arms. His legs wobbled as he walked, he had half the mind to catch any imposing stumbles. His skin was warm, unnaturally so, clammy, sweaty and cold, unusual for the Sumeru weather. Was he sick? He felt feverish, the unbearable kiss of a migraine threatened to break in his head.

One glance at [Name] and even he could tell she was in a similar state, face flushed and breaths shaky. Small Kitten-like cries whimper from her throat with every few steps she makes. She hugs her arms to her body, eyes glazed and bleary, barely focused on the road ahead.

Alhaitham notices the state of his travel companions, swaying from one side of the path to the other, boots catching on pebbles and nearly toppling them over. It's Kaveh that's knocked down first, landing right on his knees, scuffing them into the mud below. [Name] spins around blearily, mumbling a short 'huh?' Barely managing to keep herself upright. Alhaitham is quick to his side, knees bent, hands hovering over his form.

"Kaveh, are you alright? Can I touch you?" He asks. Kaveh groans and nods dopily in response, a large frown sits itself on his face. Alhaitham presses his palm to the blonde's forehead, he was definitely warm, unnaturally so. He keens into his hand, eyebrows scrunched inwards, his discomfort well shown on his face. Alhaitham's head swims for what to do next, give him water? Some food? Let him rest? He wasn't well versed in the human body - Humans in general for that matter.

Alhaitham slides his palm to Kaveh's cheek, just as warm, as he suspected. The blonde hiccups a small cry, squirming in his spot in the mud. Alhaitham brings two fingers to Kaveh's neck, pressing into the hot pulse point under his chin. Kaveh keens, moaning breathily at the hard press of his fingers at his throat. He must really be feeling sick if he was moaning in pain like that - Alhaitham muses.

Kaveh whines as he pulls away from him, crouching and sifting through his pack, ready to get to the bottom of the situation. Alhaitham is quickly stunned however, when he feels a soft press on his front, down there. He looks down, finding a flushed Kaveh nuzzling his nose into the crotch of his pants. His hands hook into his trousers, snatching him down, closer into him. Alhaitham lands on his behind, ass in the wet mud of the forest floor. He leaves wet kisses against Alhaitham's clothed cock, staining his dark pants with his spit. The pit of Alhaitham's stomach warms, head spinning momentarily, what had gotten into Kaveh? And why wasn't he stopping it? Alhaitham wracks his frazzled brain - The Pollen. Gods he could feel it now, his body burning hot, cock aching in his trousers. He sucks in a breath as Kaveh mouths at his clothed head, kissing open mouthed, breath hot through the now tight fabric.

"K-Kaveh- This isn't funny-" His words are cut short buy a hard lick on his trousers.

Alhaitham feels a breath against his neck, he nearly jumps back. A soft, low moan erupts from [Name's] throat, right into his ear. Her arms wrap around Alhaitham's front, pressing him into her chest. She kisses at Alhaitham's skin, warm, glossy lips stick to his neck, leaving sweet wet marks over the surface. Alhaitham breathes a moan, bumping his hips into Kaveh's lips. His tongue laps at his cockhead, tasting the cheeky dribbles of pre that seep through his trousers. Archons Alhaitham should stop them, restrain them, anything. They wouldn't do this on their own accord, it was the pollen! But Alhaitham couldn't bring himself to do it, the wet lick of Kaveh's tongue, sweet kisses pressed into his neck from [Name's] soft lips. It was too good to not indulge.

Alhaitham's moral compass is completely shattered by a sweet little moan. He couldn't even remember who made the noise, but he couldn't withhold. He hastily works at the button of his trousers, pulling them down just enough to reveal his swollen, achey cock. He taps his sticky head against Kaveh's lulled out tongue, groaning as he eagerly laps at him. The lips on his neck turn to teeth, sinking softly into his decadent, milky skin. His chest heaves, his breaths shaky and uneven. [Name's] snug grip on him tightens, one hand pets over Alhaitham's ribs, caressing him tenderly. He swallows and licks at his lips, plump and parted from the heavy petting he had been recipient of. He suddenly hiccups, eyes widening and looking down, seeing Kaveh wrap his pretty, pink lips over his fat tip.

Alhaitham let's out a strangled groan, his throat buzzes under [Name's] lips. She giggles a deranged little noise into his skin, breathy and keening before nipping hard at his neck. He swears a short profanity, tilting his head back and nosing into [Name's] cheek. Kaveh's warm mouth engulfs his thick cock, bobbing up and down, licking and kissing at his weeping cock. Alhaitham thrusts his hips forward, gently nudging his cock further down Kaveh's throat. Kaveh whines on his length, greedily wrapping his arms around Alhaitham's hips, hugging at his body as he takes him down his throat.

Gods they were going to kill him. His body was on fire, achey length twitching hard as Kaveh swallows around him. The soft breath in his ear sends hot shivers down his spine, [Name] sinks her teeth into his earlobe and he keens. Not a sound he would usually make. His hands find their way into Kaveh's shiny hair, threading his fingers through the pretty strands. He wasn't going to last, the hot mouth sucking his cock, dribbling drool and pre down Kaveh's chin as he swallowed him down. The sweet caress of his body, the soft pinch at his nipples through his top. His cock aches and his heavy balls tighten, he couldn't take anymore. Alhaitham cums with a startled groan, shooting thick, milky ropes into Kaveh's mouth, who keens and laps at his thick pulsing head. [Name] hugs him tight, hushing his noises with a soft giggled 'shh' in his ear.

Kaveh moans sweetly around Alhaitham's thick cock, licking and suckling at his sensitive tip. He pops off of his cock and climbs over Alhaitham's frame, grabbing at [Name's] chin and pulling her into a searing kiss. They lock lips next to Alhaitham's ear, tounging into eachothers mouths, swapping hot spit and Alhaitham's milky, salty cum. Alhaitham's noses into Kaveh's warm neck, catching his breath as the pair ravish each others lips.

What happens next is a blur in Alhaitham's vision, all happening far too quickly for his gluggy brain to keep up. [Name] straddles Alhaitham's lap, hands planted firmly to his chest, pinning him onto the sticky mud below. She kisses him, tonging through his lips, forcing him to taste his own mess on her tongue. Alhaitham openly moans into her mouth, lapping eagerly at her wet tongue. She giggles airily into his mouth, grinding her hips into his half hand groin. A half rakes through his thick, grey hair, petting him sweetly. Alahitham's eyes crane upwards, finding Kaveh's pretty vermilion eyes staring down at him. How did his head end up in Kaveh's lap? He couldn't recall and frankly neither did he care.

A small hand wraps around his hardening cock, tugging him sweetly, edging his length into a stiff, achey mess. She grips his base tightly, threading his fat tip through her wet creamy folds. Her slick coats over his head, creating the most delicious ache in his length. Gods everything was a blur, he couldn't remember anyone removing their clothes, and yet it somehow happened. His skin finally felt cool in the misty forest air, no longer confined by the thick heavy clothing he wore. His eyes wander back to [Name], her cute, plump thighs straddle his hips, squeezing teasingly.

Her hips lift, catching the thick tip of his cock on her gushy cunny hole, circling his length like a minx. She sinks down, so, so slowly, relishing in the thick stretch of Alhaitham's cock in her cunt. Alhaotham flings his head back, eyes rolling, vaguely seeing Kaveh's face above him. Kaveh tuts, caressing his thumb over Alhaithams lips. He slips his thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, forcing him to look down at his thick cock, stretching out [Name's] sweet pussy. He moans wantonly, pitched high and throaty on Kaveh's thumb. He bottoms out into her, her cunt kisses at his groin, dribbling sweet, sweet slick into his lap.

[Name's] hips bounce up and down on his lap, humping and riding on his thick cock. Her arm reaches, palm wrapping nicely over Kaveh's freed cock by his cheek. She strokes him eagerly as she fucks herself in Alhaitham's lap, grinding her puffy clit into his groin with every hump of her hips. She laughs again, breathy and cunning, she leans down, sinking her cunt right on Alhaitham's cock, forcing his fat tip to kiss at her cervix. She takes Kaveh's pretty pink tip into her mouth, sweetly suckling and kissing him. She humps into Alhaitham's lap as she sucks Kaveh off, kissing and licking at his length while she fucks herself. Kaveh moans deep, pulling Alhaitham by his mouth to his cock. Alhaitham laps and kisses at his milky base, licking heavy lines over the pretty vein that ran under his length.

[Name] pops off of Kaveh's cock, straightening up and slamming her hips into Alhaitham's lap. She grabs his hair, angling his mouth just right for Kaveh to press through his lips. Alhaitham suckles at Kaveh's flushed tip, moaning stupidly as he takes him down his throat, painfully angling his neck to achieve such a feat. Alhaitham felt pathetic but he couldn't care, his mind swam with only them, their lips, their bodies, their sweet and pretty cock and pussy. He ought to take a sample of that dreadful pollen himself, if this was how they were going to behave around him. Alhaitham wraps his palms around [Name's] waist, driving his hips upwards into her cunt.

[Name] squeals as Alhaitham thrusts into her, breaking her pace for something far quicker. Alhaitham whines on Kaveh's cock, fucking up into her juicy pussy feverously. He licks and laps at Kaveh's pink tip, dipping his tongue into his wet slit, drinking up any milky pre that dribbled out. The three cry and moan, thrusting and grinding and fucking into each other with haste. Minds fogged, eyes bleary, cock throbbing and aching, sweet cunny spewing creamy slick everywhere. Gods Alhaitham could feel it, the way Kavehs pretty cock twitches on his tongue, the hard clench of [Name's] cunt on his cock.

[Name] falls first, sweet pussy squirting hard all over Alhaitham's lap, pretty spurts of slick messing everywhere as he fucks her at a brutal pace. She squeals loud, her little cunt clenches on his cock, milking at his fat length with her hot orgasm. Alhaitham fucks thick and hard into her pussy, buying her quivering hole with his slower pace. He groans over Kaveh's cock as he cums again, spouting creamy ropes into her messy pussy. He humps into her, using her pussy to milk up all he had to offer. [Name] giggles dumbly, kissing at Alhaitham's lips, wrapped around Kaveh's length. He pops off of his cock, lapping and licking his aching head, catching his tongue against [Name's] own as they kiss at his slit. [Name] humps her pussy into Alhaitham's lap, whining into Kaveh's cock as she fucks Alhaitham's half hard length.

Kaveh threads his fingers through both of their hair, tugging at the strands, whining as they bring him to fruition. Kaveh cums hot spurts on their lips and tongues, relishing in the two as they lap up his mess between each other's lips. They kiss and suck at Kaveh's leaking head, swapping spit and sharing Kaveh's cum.

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Everything had calmed down, clothes were back on, albeit caked in mud and leaves, heads were clear and some were feeling guilty. [Name] and Kaveh nearly grovel at Alhaitham's feet, sniffing up snot and tears as they apologize to him profusely

"We're s-sorry we're so sorry!" Cries [Name].

"Is there anything we can do to make it better? I'll- I'll clean the whole house for a full year! I'll deliver you lunch! I'll… I'll kiss your boot! I'll-" Kaveh babbles on and on.

Alhaitham huffs, and shakes his head, a ghost of a grin washes over his lips. His eyes fall behind them, on a dainty, pink and red flower. Kaveh paces back and forth, still spouting nonsense before his eyes light up.

"I know! I'll-" He's cut short, in his usual Kaveh manner he poses dramatically as he speaks, subsequently slapping his hand right into the plant. With a sigh Alhaitham holds his breath, watching as the pastel pink pollen fills the air around Kaveh once again.

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In my defense.. I have no defense heheh

Anyway I just think Alhaitham also deserves to be wrecked - initially I was going to have Kaveh but it was his turn ♡

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bakugou-katsukis-wife · 3 months

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Pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff.

Summary: you've been caught singing and dancing in your room, you thought you were alone? Just you and your guilty pleasure? Nuh uh, your roommate, aka your boyfriend of 2 months, is still at home.

Warnings: none, just fluff ♡. (Reader is a swifty?) (Also, it's not proof read. Spare me-)

Here you were, having the time of your life; You danced across the room singing your heart out... your hair brush a make-shift mic for now.

You jammed to the most random Playlist of songs, not that it mattered. You felt free and yourself. Especially now that you were alone, you could sing and be all giddy over love songs you now imagine to be you and katsuki♡.

One second your singing 'my tears ricochet' by taylor swift doing the classic:

'I can go anywhere I want... anywhere I want,

Just. Not. Home.'

While sobbing your eyes out on top of your bed as you fail to do the movement due the blanket being too heavy on your back-

And then there's this other mood minutes after, here you're jumping around like a 5 year old singing 'Nonsense ' by Sabrina carpenter. All the while thinking of your one and only, katsuki.

As you tire out, and sad songs... well the song 'if the world was ending' came on,

You just sat there, an ugly crying mess while you sang your heart out, wether you were in tune or not you just cried thinking if katsuki left you... will this be the two of you?

As you spent your good time while thinking in your dilemma, you were all the while oblivious of a certain pair of vermilion eyes who watched all of these mood changes during the past 3 hours... which he had said he'd be out training.

Katsuki was about to leave, he was just by the door going to unlock it and go out. But that's when he heard your speakers start playing songs that you'd listen to in the car often.

He was obviously curious as to what was going on cause a few seconds later, sounds of thumping around came from inside your room.

He crept his way slowly, and stood right outside your door. He was gonna knock with his knuckles but as soon as he laid his knuckles on the door it creeked open just a bit, giving him some space to see through... and he did.

He saw you going around your room grabbing your hair brush as it it were a mic and he saw how big your smile was and just how happy you looked enjoying your own company.

He chuckled to himself...

He could train later. This is better entertainment.

He watched his girlfriend go through the 7 stages of grief, fall in love, fall off her bed, slip into her blanket as she still continued to sing though muffled. And he saw her sob.

Was it fun watching her do her thing? Fuck yeah.

But is it worth seeing her cry? The fuck do ya mean? He is going in there to smash this stupid speaker, that caused his pretty girl to be in tears.

Rest be assured, the speaker did get thrown on the floor and you were hundred percent taken care of that night.

Even if you were embarrassed at first, you explained how you were just having fun and weren't really heartbroken.

He's gonna buy multiple more speakers. You know it, He knows it too.

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angelshimaa · 7 months

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━━ 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: gn!reader, a liiiittle angsty, reader cries a little

✧ a/n :: this was requested by @katsukismrs, thank you sm for sending it in !! a major thanks to @ouch-thats-harsh for proofreadin, i love you sm !!

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it was time to be honest.

you'd sat him down for that exact purpose, and now that the time had arrived, you wanted nothing more than to make up an excuse and move on as if there was nothing to say.

yet, when you inhale deeply, you understand just how much he deserves to hear this.

"i— uhm, i don't know how exactly to do this, but i owe you honesty."

katsuki sits in front of you, and if he was nervous too, he didn't show it much.

each word feels heavy as it leaves your throat and your eyes can't bear the shame of holding eye contact— of watching how he takes the news. yet, you continue.

"...my family has ties— close ties— with the league of villains, katsuki."

despite the effort it took to force them out, the words come out unstable. vermilion eyes widen and bakugou's lips tighten, and you watch the range of emotions hit him all at once through those eyes you adore so much, before something you can't quite identify settles within him.

"trust me when i say that i have no connection with them— and i don't know anything about the league and their activities at all. i swear, katsuki, i—"

"how long have you known?"

it's rough, yet the cold of his words surprises you so much it feels painful. you had been prepared for yelling— for blisteringly hot screaming— but you didn't know what to do with coolness.

you hesitate, eyes flickering between his stoic face and the floor.

"god damnit— how long have you known?!" you try not to appear startled listening to him raise his voice— like you're a child listening to their parent when they've done something wrong.

his voice subsides to something small, something wounded.

"did you know before i was— did you know before i was taken by those bastards?"

katsuki tries to force eye contact, wanting to search for the answer himself, but he can't find anything other than guilt. his hands ball into tight fists as the weight of your words becomes apparent to him.

"i... i did, but i swear i didn't know of their plot at all— i would've said something if i knew they were even planning anything against ua—"

i did.

as he watches you fall over your words, trying to prove your innocence, katsuki notices just how tainted you start to appear to him.

he hates how impure his anger is, mixing with another side of him trying to rationalise what you've shared. you've made his anger weak, weak to the point of him noticing just how horribly sorry you look in that moment.

he's not sure if you're lying through your teeth— and while the possibility flashes in his mind like an alarm, he can't bring himself to hate you completely for lying.

nobody warned him about this part of being in love.

you bleed out apologies as you watch katsuki stand up, feeling the stability you held shatter when he makes for the door.

he needed clarity— he needed calm to think this over, and he wasn't going to find it in your presence.

"you'd better tell aizawa or nezu about this, or i will."

"katsuki, wait—" you don't tell him how the two already know; there's no space for that information.

all you do is watch the love of your life slam the door behind him without a second glance back at you, and with tears in your eyes you understand just how betrayed he feels.

the idea is overwhelming; the thought of someone so close to him having close-knit relations with the same group of people who'd threatened the safety of so many.

the same group of people who'd threatened his safety.

you've never hated your family as much as you do now, and there is no blaming anyone but them— and yourself for not being open about this with him from the beginning.

the truth leaves you standing alone in your room, hiding your face in your hands as your heart whispers a prayer— please don't let this be the end of it all.

the fresh wedge between you two is so painfully obvious, and you're just not sure if you'd be able to fix it.

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amarias-yandere-blog · 8 months

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"Run if you can, Darling. I will find you even among the galaxy."

-Yandere!Blade x Reader (Honkai Star Rail)

-‼️Warnings include: murder, forced affection, manhandling, physical violence, unreciprocated contact, other general yandere themes‼️

Special thanks to Myla on my discord server for reading and commenting on any mistakes for me!

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You do not remember when you met him. You don't remember how. But you do remember why: a goddamn coffee shop. Craving something that would be able to keep you awake long enough to finish your rough draft for college, you headed out at one in the morning. A man with a beanie, a face mask, and sunglasses caught your attention as you ordered.

And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

You were like a beacon in the darkest night- a wonderful drop of color in the grayest walls and dark navy seas. He grew curious about you, a seemingly innocent and tired person who was little more than a drop in the ocean of people he'd met.

But the way you walked up to him with the sweetest smile and that tired, but determined voice- oh, perhaps he had been stricken with a far more powerful disease than mara. Or perhaps he'd mistaken your curiosity for a bit of affection. All he knew was that your eyes held an innocent look in them.

Call him a sadist. Because he wanted to take that innocence for his own.

The second meeting was in the nearby library. You chalked it up to coincidence. He chalked it up to meticulous research, preparation, and an obsession to see your innocent light once again.

Things eventually developed. You fell for him. He was rather quiet, but he looked at you like no one else did in a long time. At least, from what you could see above the dark-rimmed sunglasses he wore.

The first time you actually saw his face was in an alleyway. You had accidentally run into some thugs. He was far more aggressive than you thought he needed to be, but his vermilion eyes and the way his lips were pushed into a thin, unamused line were... well, you could not lie. They were captivating.

The thugs, bleeding from his curious black sword riddled with golden cracks, ran as he walked towards you- towering over you with one hand still on his blade and the other resting on the wall behind you.

"That was foolish of you, Y/n," he scolded before bending down, stealing your precious lips for his own. His eyes never left your form as you gasped in shock at his boldness. And he only grew bolder- pushing your face up so that he had a better angle to steal your breath.

Your savior had completely taken you for his own. And you were fine with that, grabbing a hold of his neck for support as he took everything he could. It was like a dark ocean had enveloped your warm light at that moment, though you didn't know it.

That point on, he would disappear from your sight for weeks, if not months. Sometimes he would come to your door covered in blood but without a scratch on his body.

It was during one of those days when he had disappeared without a trace that you figured out who he was. You learned his name.

Blade. Stellaron Hunter. Dangerous. It was recommended that you run if you saw him. That night in the alleyway became crystal clear to you. He was so skilled with the sword. He could have killed those people. No- you realized with a tear running from your face that he had. They hadn't run away. They had bled out and died while he covered your eyes from the sight using his body.

Slowly taking away your innocence. Your light. Claiming your love for himself. His vermilion eyes were a flag- all too deep and clear and that is why he hid them from you for so long.

In a panic, you decided to take the initiative and move as far away as possible. You quit your job, you moved across the world, you even threw your phone away at the drop of a dime. You were scared. And rightly so. Perhaps you would have escaped from his gaze if you had learned this from the first time you saw his face.

But it was just far too late now.

When you got out of the house, it was quiet in the apartment you shared with three other people. Two girls, one guy, and you. When you came into the living room, you were met with a gorey sight. A man stood tall, his sword hugged tight against his chest as he closed his eyes and waited patiently for a new chapter to start.

Bodies lay scattered across the room, their blood dripping from the ceiling and the walls, soaking the floor, the couch- but not a drop was on him. There was a cruel, cold wind blowing through the room.

"Bad choice, Y/n." The man suddenly spoke, all too aware of your sweet presence in the room. "Now three people have paid your price." He opened his eyes to glare at you, the sword disappearing from his grip. His hands made a wide gesture, as though inviting you to hug him. But instead, you stepped away.

"G-get away from me, Blade." You tried to sound confident. His lips curled into a smile before he put a hand on his head, laughing darkly at your puny display.

"Run." One word. One sentence and your heart dropped. "Run as fast as you can, little one, and try to escape from my heart and mind- you won't. Even if you fly to the end of the stars you will never outrun me. I will always catch you. So run, little one, give me a chase!"

His words set something inside of you off. You sprinted, slamming open doors and running down stairs with no particular purpose in mind- no destination. Just. Run.

As you ran down flights of stairs, you could hear the maniacal laughter from Blade. He sounded as though he was in no rush. You had, after all, gone to a place where he was unknown and unrecognized as a killer. He was playing the long game- letting you tire yourself out as you dashed across streets and down nasty roads, passing through large swaths of crowds and even going through narrow lanes in a rush to lose him.

But you burned out. You felt your knees get weak and your bare feet turned sore and red from the run. You gasped for air, holding your chest and resting against a wall as you took in deep gulps of air that fueled your run.

Your throat burned from the dryness of the air, and your lungs struggled to keep up with the demand you gave them.

"Is that the best you can do?" Blade asked with a laugh as he walked closer towards you. Even your effort to shake him off was in vain. You gulped down saliva and turned to run again- but your feet faltered, betrayed you. You slipped on your own blood, landing on your chest with a small shriek as loud footsteps clapped down the alley.

"Poor thing. So weak, so innocent and tired that they can't even run away." Blade mocked, pulling you up by the wrist.

He pushed you into the wall, forcing your body to move in such a way that you leaned against him, looking at him with fear in your eyes. His hands roamed, across your arms and down to your hips before pulling your head in such a way that he could once again steal your breath.

But this time around you didn't want it. You tried to pull away, kicking at his knees and pulling his arms away from your body. You elbowed him and screamed and scratched his face with your nails as you bit his tongue in self defense.

He released you for only a moment, turning you back around and pushing you up against the wall, one of his hands on your wrists to keep them above your head. The other slapped your face, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed against each other.

You watched in horror as the scratches healed in seconds, and he stuck out his tongue to prove that your damage had been far less than 'temporary'. He smirked.

"Any more cute attempts at fighting back?" He asked, shoving his face into your personal space, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your arms were growing numb now. You trembled. "I guess not. Looks like the chase is over, Darling. Now..." he leaned into you, whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. His free hand pinned your hips into the wall. "You are all mine."

And then he kissed your ear, his lips dragging across your face until they met your mouth. "Kiss me." He snarled. "Be a good little pet for me."

You never graduated from that college.

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ladala99 · 7 months

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The Legend of Heroes: A Tear of Vermillion Rambles - Ending Edition

Yesterday I ended my last session literally one attack from beating the final boss. I did not know it at the time since enemies do not have health bars. But that in itself was about 50 minutes until cutscenes/credits were over, so since I was brushing up against bedtime, it was for the best.

Yes, I have beaten The Legend of Heroes: A Tear of Vermillion. For the first time, actually - last time I played the game, I lost against the final boss and just stopped playing.

Anyway, as usual, spoilers below, so read at your own discretion. Also below is some brainstorming on my next gaming schedule.

I’ll start out by talking about the title of this game. I thought it was named A Tear of Vermillion because of how sad Avin was about losing his red-headed sister and also for the pool of blood that Mile collapsed into. This game is sad and bloody, so tears+red->a tear of vermillion.

But no, the ending explains that tears of vermillion are the bonds of friendship and belief that allow one to exit the land of the dead. Or something to that effect. Nobody was crying at the end (well, Avin did when Mile re-died, but he wasn’t crying when the tears fell). Just everyone’s literal thoughts and prayers descended from the sky as red raindrops and saved the day. ???

Also, Mile was a zombie when he had silver hair. I was unaware of that. But I had previously been confused at the vision in the ice temple where his ghost showed up, since I knew he was alive, and this makes that make more sense.

Speaking of Mile, the ending sequences with Shannon were weird. It’s played for laughs that the poor girl has a huge crush on him, which he doesn’t reciprocate. And it’s just left at that. No breaking it to her, no establishing a different relationship, she just glomps him repeatedly and he acts awkwardly about it.

AvinXRutice I don’t have much to say about other than that I was appreciating how platonic but close their friendship was. Nope, not just friendship after all. My ace brain just likes to see what it likes to see. It makes sense with all they’ve been through, and how they anchor one another.

The credits art was really nice, though I wondered why Archen was there. Avin, Mile, Eimelle, and Rutice were obvious choices. Sage Gawain was reasonable, given he was at the beginning and end of the game, but Archen plays a smaller role than many of the other temporary companions. I guess the artist just liked her. She had a pretty…interesting pose.

And I’m doing all these nitpicks, but really, I enjoy this game so much. The ending left me excited to move onto the next one. Moreso the third game than the second (English order) but that’s probably because in the original order, the third game was next. If the Trails games are anything like this, I can very well see why people binge them.

Still, I’m sticking to my plan of not diving straight into Prophecy of the Moonlight Witch (as that will be my next in this series).

Current plan is:

Detective Pikachu 2 finish Ultra Sun some non-JRPG (Tears of the Kingdom?) finish Octopath Traveler some non-JRPG (Crash N Sane Trilogy?) Pokémon (maybe finish Pokedex stuff in Shield DLC?) some non-JRPG The Legend of Heroes: Prophecy of the Moonlight Witch

And the Scarlet/Violet DLC playthrough being inserted whenever the second half happens to land because new Pokémon games take priority.

So yeah, there is quite a bit to go. A lot of this is cleanup, though, so some shouldn’t take too too long.

But given my renewed interest in the Legend of Heroes, I may change my pattern.

Maybe finish Octopath after Detective Pikachu 2 and make the new JRPG pattern Pokémon->Legend of Heroes->Other.

I have swapped my gameplay schedule from rigid one month one game, two weeks another game, repeat, swapping out games as necessary to: every two weeks, check up on how I feel about my current game. Still engaged in it? Keep playing for two more weeks. Getting a little burnt out? Play something else for two weeks and get back to it. And then anything can interrupt (LoH: AToV did in the first place, and then Detective Pikachu 1 replay and Pokémon SV Mew/Mewtwo event interrupted that temporarily).

Of course, there’s also the fact that Detective Pikachu 2 isn’t quite out yet. This gives me a good chance to play a more relaxing game for the next few days.

Though I’m probably just going to go back to hatching full-time to prepare to bring Pokémon from 3DS up to HOME when the second DLC drops. Datamines indicate my Ribbon Pokémon will be in there, making it the first HOME-compatible game where that is so, and I thus am doing my one-time one-month subscription to bring as much up as I can.

#the legend of heroes #a tear of vermilion #gagharv trilogy

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cyber-night · 6 months

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Dottore's teeth while pretty get in the way sometimes.

Content warnings: Smut, Teeth, GN reader, Sub Il Dottore, degradation, that's it, I believe.

Each individual tooth in dottores' mouth is sharp, which is adorable and makes kissing him a fascinating experience, but for tasks like the current one?

Dottore was on his knees in front of you hands behind his back, his mouth opened wide to fit your cock down his throat. It was amusing, though, as he was struggling. his teeth kept grazing your cock as he bobbed his head his jaw was slack in an attempt to keep his teeth from hurting you but it didn't work very well, every so often his teeth would dig in to the underside of your dick not painfully but enough that you felt it. You watch him disappointedly as tears fall from his pretty vermilion eyes. "You can do better than that." You say with unbridled irritation.

"Why is it your clones can do it, but you can't. If I feel your teeth again, there will be consequences, Zandik." He starts to nod then remembers he can't with your dick stuffed into his mouth, not without risking punishment anyways. So instead, he hums his agreement, making you groan as the vibrations add to your pleasure. "You know what?" You smack his cheek a few times as you speak. "Open up, wide as you can. I think the only way for your mouth to be of any use is for me to just fuck your throat." He moans weakly and tries to force his jaw open wider, it hurts at this point and he's crying but the look in your eyes is worth it.

You stand and take a fist full of his hair and hold his jaw open with your other as you use his head like a fleshlight. His eyes are rolled back, and he's drooling down his chest. Gorgeous choked off noises spill from his mouth every time you shove yourself down into his throat. His hands that had been behind his back now hang limply at his sides his mind was blissfully blank. Being used so throughly was fulfilling to him. Not having to think or do anything but take it.

You give him no time to breathe. If he manages to take a breath, it's a miracle. "See? It's not that hard to be a good toy." You growl as you fuck his throat your hand on his jaw is guarantee to leave bruises. As you come down his throat, he sputters and chokes, but you keep yourself in his mouth. "Swallow it." You watch as he tries to and then pull out of his mouth and sit down. He licks his lips and rubs his jaw.

You chuckle at how hazy and lost he looks. "I think we are going to start training your jaw so you can actuallu cock warm me without your teeth in the way." You say with a dark chuckle. He groans at that suddering and then nodding. "Yeah... shit I can be a good toy promise." You pet his hair. "For now? Let's go get you cleaned up and deal with that, hmm?" You say as you press your foot to his crotch where a wet patch has formed, then he blushes and you realize he already came... Untouched... from you fucking his throat. You laugh, "what a whore. Come on, I'll clean you up then."

#dottore #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #genshin impact dottore #sub genshin #il dottore #il dottore x reader #bottom dottore #sub dottore #dottore x gender neutral reader #Cyber-Night

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mintmatcha · 2 years

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tw: cheating accusation

"Are you fucking her?"

Katsuki stands. With a slow, deliberate movement, he places both hands on the table and leans forward, those vermilion eyes finding yours in an unblinking stare.

"You wanna repeat that?" his lip arches in disgust, "Because I'm pretty sure I misheard you."

Your heart beat buzzes across your skin. Anxiety eats at you, but the anger and pain pushes you forward. "Are you fucking her?"

Bakugo doesn't move, but the vein on his jaw grows more defined as he grinds his teeth together. "Why would you ask me that?"

"You're not saying no."

"Holy shit." He pushes away from the table, pacing over to the sink with his hands tangled in his hair, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You stay frozen in the doorway, arms folded over yourself. The pressure quells the seasick feeling that’s building in your stomach. "Just say yes or no!"

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding?" He grinds out. His hair is still damp from the bath, those distinct spikes plastered against his forehead. It’s barely dark, but he’s already ready for bed, dressed in only an undershirt and his boxer briefs. It’s the Katsuki that only you know- the human behind the hero. “Are you kidding?”

At least, you thought you were the only one who knew him like that.

“That's not a no."

"No! No! I'm not fucking cheating on you!" Bakugo laughs, sharp and pained. "Holy shit, I don’t even know what brought this up."

You practically throw his bag onto the table. It almost slides off the other side from the force, the open zipper gapping and threatening to spill its contents.

"Mai dropped off your gym bag." you say her name like it’s a swear. It sticks to your tongue and mind like tar, staining it.

“That's what this is about? Mai?" Bakugo scoffs with a roll of his eyes, the tension in his shoulders suddenly relaxing. You hate how he says it. Mai, Mai, Mai- like she’s something to him. "She's a personal assistant, of course she drops by the house. You’re being crazy."

You reach inside the side pocket and pull out your discovery; a pink, lace trimmed thong hangs from your finger, a damp patch staining the crotch. It’s hard to hide your pain with disgust as the tears you’ve been holding back start to burn, gathering at the corners of your eyes. His face falls, eyes and mouth wide as he processes exactly what you’re accusing. He starts to talk, then falls abruptly silent, eyes locked on the tiny piece of fabric. The silence aches, filling you with more doubts and worries with every passing second.

Surely he’s coming up with a lie. Surely, he’s thinking of how to hide his indiscretions-

“I’ve never seen those before.” Bakugo says after a long moment. The look on his face could either be annoyance or sadness- you’re not sure.

“Bullshit! They didn’t just walk there!” The tremble in your voice threatens to turn into sobbing. You ball the fabric up and chuck it at him, watching it bounce off his chest. Bakugo flinches at it, grimacing at the touch-- as if he didn’t touch the woman that owns them, as if he hasn’t seen what belongs underneath, “You’re fucking her!”

“Oh my god, I’m not having sex with anyone but you!” he rubs his face over and over, smushing his cheeks, like he’s trying to numb a headache, but the wetness betrays him. Bakugo wipes away the tears furiously, until the skin turns red. “If you’d just fucking calm down and listen-”

“Calm down? Me?”

“Listen!”

“I found out my husband’s fucking an eighteen year old- how am I supposed to be calm?”

"I’m not!”

“Fuck you!”

The despair in him breaks, replaced by a more familiar fury.

“How the fuck can I prove it to you?" Bakugo's hands are bunched tight enough that his fists shake from their own force, stepping closer and closer, closing the gap between you. "Fire all the women on my staff?"

"No!" Your back hits the wall. He's so close and yet you can't stop yelling, the volume cracking your voice, "Of course not!

"Never be alone with another woman? Put a fucking GSP tracker in in my arm? Tattoo your name on my cock?"

Your faces are inches away from each other, noses practically touching as you scream, "I just don't want you to stick your dick in your assistant!"

The thick, hollow crack has you jumping before you can process what happened.

For a moment, you think you've been struck deaf; the room goes silent, drowned out with the rhythmic woosh of blood in your ears. Bakugo's face, the only thing you can truly focus on in that moment, shifts from anger to fear, jaw dropping every so slightly. You follow suit as you realize your husband's fist has just punched through the drywall beside you. Bits of white powder drop from his sleeve and onto your shoulder as he pulls back; he watches his limb as if it's not a part of him, like he had no control over it moments ago.

"I-" he whispers with a delicacy you didn't think possible, "I didn't cheat on you.”

Neither of you move. A thin cut on his knuckle begins to blossom with pinpricks of blood, the broken skin slowly filling with crimson until it begins to drip down to his fingers. At first, when your awareness of the room completely returns, you think he’s panting, breath ripping so roughly out of his lungs that it echoes in your mind, but Bakugo is still. He waits with bated breath, watching you suck in breath after breath so fast that your head swims.

“You’re the goddamn love of my life and I’m not going to risk that for some skank.” The shine of his eyes matches yours. His eyebrows bunch together, knitted with confusion and worry. His lips are permanently turned down on one side, pulled there by a thin scar from cheekbone to jaw, but now they tremble into a straight line. “I don’t know what’s going on but, I- I really didn’t touch her.”

He waits for a moment. “I didn’t.”

His voice is strained, resigned, broken.

“Okay.” you whisper.

“Okay?” he repeats. That bloody hand reaches for you, brushes away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. “You believe me?”

You shrug, pulling away from his touch. The suspicion that these hands have touched another still makes your stomach sour. “ I don’t know.”

“That’s-” he inhales sharply, “Progress, I guess.”

Nothing is resolved as you separate from each other. Nothing changes when you both go on with your routine in silence, barely skirting around each other.

Against your better judgment, you sleep by his side. The feeling of that hand on your waist, scab not quite fully formed, makes the tears start again.

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sugarydolli · 2 months

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dilf!bakugou fluff (/ω＼) :.*+

slightly pudgy cheeks flushed red with anger and tight vermilion peer up meeting your face of a sour mixture between regret and irritation. A heavy sigh fell from your lips, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Now why on earth would you attack your classmate?"

A call from Kazu's third grade teacher surprised you, hearing that your eight year old assaulted another child at her school. To learn later that the boy stole another student's bag of chips, your child bravely stepped in, pouncing and punching him until separated.

"It's what dad told me to do mom! He said you're supposed to defend ci-vili-ans!" stomping a little while testing the last word on her tongue. You started to regret your decision to allow her to train a little with her father, thinking that it would help her be a little more responsible with her quirk.

You couldn't find the words to even begin to scold her, especially when her pout was so damn cute, ash blonde pigtails loosened from all your hard work this morning, tight lips replicating Katsuki's infamous scowl, plump little fist wave back and forth as she desperately tries to explain herself. No, you weren't strong enough to scold her.

But maybe someone else is.

୨୧

Crayola crayons fall onto the wooden table as soon as heavy boots come barreling through the door. Soft little paddles ring against the tile, Kazu jumping up and down to shortly being swooped up into Katsuki thick arms.

"I heard someone was a little shit today"

Two thick fingers pinch plump rosy cheeks, his tone indicating he was proud rather than upset, you scoffed at the scene, arms folded against your chest turning off to the television—promptly starting to make your way upstairs.

"Taking up after me, huh brat-" cutting a piercing look shot in his direction killed the words on his tongue, he cleared his throat—setting Kazu down, Katsuki kneeled becoming eye level with her.

Kazu's cheeks flushed, that same scowl creeping back onto her face. Her small hands pressed flush against her chest.

"You know better than to fight your classmates, What's gotten-" Katsuki knew that look. He knew what's next before it even played out, and he loathed it.

Katsuki's attempt at a "I'm so disappointed" face morphed into worry, worry to a sour mix of misery and rage. It's not foreign for a father to have trouble scolding his baby girl and Katsuki was no different. A strong part of him screamed 'fuck this, kid probably deserved it anyway', words clawing up his throat viscously only to be forced back by the reminder of expulsion if she does it again.

"I just wanted—wanted to be jus' like you."

Tears threatened her lash line, lips formed into a pout, puffed up cheeks. A chubby fist swiped fat tears quickly, a thumb wiping off the next.

"Kazu—baby. Listen, I know you meant well but, bein’ a hero doesn't always mean beatin' people up.” glassy scarlet peer up at him, bottom lip still trembling. “It doesn’t..?”

“‘course not, it’s about, uhh, problem solving and protecting people using methods that doesn’t always include your hands.” A thick hand ruffles the top of her hair, Kazu’s tears no longer flowing.

“One day, when you are a hero—best hero ever—you’ll understand.”

"But for now brat, just let me handle all the real villains!" Kazu cheerfully nodded, cheeks burning bright as before, a short silence fell over as Katsuki anticipated his next question—gazing up at the stairs, searching for your figure before turning his attention back.

"Did you get 'em good? Right in the eyes like I showed you?"

enjoy!! (๑>◡<๑)

#bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki bhna #dilf bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki #katsuki bakugou #mha fluff

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Point

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!], established relationship, aged up, jealous!bakugou, degrading, unprotected sex.

Word count: 2.8k

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BAKUGOU had never quite been a man prone to jealousy.

But god fucking damn it, as he watches the way you dance and twirl in your little party dress; your spine flushing further and further against the chest of the stupid phone charger of a man that he dares call one of his closest friends, it’s enough to make Katsuki outright fume with envy.

Staring at you like this, the bitter emotion he rarely experiences gives the ash blond a desire to tear his sly friend, who he’s known since his UA days, right to fucking shreds. With every smooth movement you make amongst the mass of sweat-coated bodies, he catches himself fantasizing about picking up those same shreds of his dumb, electric friend, chucking them all into a nice, tidy pile and setting them right on fire until they're gone, gone, gone.

Katsuki isn't entirely sure why he's feeling like this. Sure, it might be because of the lewd way your hips are swaying right against Kaminari’s goddamn crotch without stop, like they've been doing for the last three songs - yes he's counted each and every one, or perhaps how a kitty-like smirk graces your features when you see him glowering right at you across the room, but whatever the reason may be, it is enough to send him stomping towards you in quick, merciless strides that make him seem like he’s a determined soldier heading out to face the wrath of war instead of his tricksy girlfriend.

He can still taste the oaky, dry tang of the whiskey that he’s consumed in a singular swing of hand right on the flat of his tongue as he pushes past the crowd of hot, swaying bodies - vermilion eyes hard as stone. They fixate on you like you’re a little mouse he’s planning on cornering. Like you're a sad excuse for a girlfriend that he’s willing to crush into a pulp with that cruel fist of his.

What was supposed to be a fun night out is cut short by the way his hand firmly wraps around your waist as soon as he’s close enough that you can smell the sweet caramel that is his scent. It wraps around you now just like his body does; firm muscle and heavy bones surrounding you like a shield designed to protect. Or a cage meant to entrap; whichever you prefer.

Your boyfriend is in a mood - the discovery is made the moment you look up at him. He wears that frustrated, signature scowl on his face that you sometimes see whenever he loses at his silly PlayStation game: the one that makes him want to smash his controller right against the wall in a fit of rage.

Luckily for you, you’re used to his quirks by now, and thus know how to handle them even when they're angered. However, before your gloss-coated lips can even part properly to voice a witty retort, he tugs you off the dance floor with a prominent click of his jaw.

The muscle just underneath his sharp cheekbone flutters with irritation at the yelp you let out in response to the force he uses; disturbing the otherwise faux, shiver-inducing calm he portrays on the norm. It’s like a ripple in water: gone as quickly as it shows up.

Looking up at his side profile again, you wonder how such a hot-headed person can possibly wear an expression this icy, however he gives you no time to dwell on it much further. After all, the thought sizzles into nothing as soon as his hand moves from tug to shove.

Your tongue feels awfully hefty from the booze coursing your veins when you attempt to say his name, “Kat-”

“Keep walkin’,” is all he grits out with that gruff voice that makes your heart rage with absolute adoration as he places his palm right onto the small of your back. His touch makes your very insides squirm from delight. He’s rarely this affectionate in public.

“Katsuki, please,” you giggle out, attempting to stop in your tracks.

“I thought I’ve told ya to keep walkin’, y/n,” he grunts, pushing you forward again. He's clearly in no mood for your jokes.

That same calloused palm rests on the curve of your ass, now; thick fingers digging into your dress with evident possessiveness and urging you to do as he says as your aggravated boyfriend leads you out of the stuffy building. He promptly ignores Kaminari’s protests of a lost dance partner, and you wonder if it might just be because he doesn’t trust himself enough to not punch the honey right off of that sweet face of his.

Denki doesn’t seem to mind whatever he’s provoked, though. You catch his wink as he waves at you before his sniggering gradually fades away into the rhythmic, thundering beat of bass and melody that once again overtakes your sense of hearing with every step you take. You can still feel its buzz inside your very core; even as Bakugou tugs you out the heavy double door of the building with a firm nod to the bouncer.

By the time he waves for a cab, you’re clinging onto him like a little bimbo; shivering in your high heels and yearning for his body heat, despite that you’ve just spent the last three hours completely disregarding him by having fun with Kaminari instead.

Christ, just the memory of you nearly grinding against that dunce makes Bakugou want to blow up the entire building to fucking smithereens. He’s supposed to be a hero - a pro one, at that - and yet he can’t bring himself to care if the people inside that godforsaken club burned to fucking ash from how furious he is with you in that exact moment.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything when you whine his name into the cool evening air, testing and provoking his already thin line of patience. In fact, he doesn’t seem to be paying you any heed whatsoever when the cab arrives either. No, he just shoves you into the backseat; that big, rough hand of his landing to clutch your thigh as soon as he follows into the vehicle right after.

His grip is tenacious. He’s holding you so harshly that crescent markings of his nails are beginning to bite into the plush fat of your leg. You swear that you can feel sparks and heat emitting from the tips of his fingers whenever his thumb strokes the inside of your thigh. Swear that you can feel it burning your skin.

The fever you start to feel from somewhere deep inside you makes you want to rub your legs together. A small grunt leaves your lips at the barrier his hand provides, albeit it seems to land on deaf ears, because Katsuki doesn’t even acknowledge the sound of need. He just stares straight ahead; giving the driver directions that’ll lead you to your final destination with a voice so bland that it makes your brow quirk in fascination.

It seems that you’re spending the night at his place.

And it seems that your guesses were correct, because as soon as the cab pulls in front of his driveway; he’s tugging you out of the car without as much as a stiff goodbye to your driver. The way he holds your hand is greedy; scarred digits entwine with your own more delicate ones, making them burn with heat as you stumble along and attempt to catch step with him.

“Kat, baby,” you try again, “slow down, please. I can’t-”

“Quiet,” is all he says, the single word honed like the most parlous blade before he adds, “you danced in those fuckin’ heels just fine while dry humping Kaminari like a goddamn bitch in heat, so I'm assuming you can walk just as good with me, too.”

Oh.

The stern tone he uses with you is enough to clamp your lips shut like a good girl. Come to think of it, it’s the least you can do. If you look at the situation through his perspective, you’ve been nothing but naughty the entire night.

A naughty, misbehaving girl, indeed. One that's in need of a lesson.

And as soon as the door closes behind you and that dreadful click! of the lock resonates as it slips into place; he’s ready to teach it to you.

Actually, he's going to drill the lesson into you right here and right now, because it seems that he isn’t even patient enough to reach the bedroom.

You let out a girlish squeak of satisfaction at the feeling of his hands touching you literally everywhere. He’s cupping your cheeks harshly, squeezing them to the point where the touch makes your lips purse before his hot mouth latches upon them in laggard, needy kisses that make his teeth clash against your own and for your sugary saliva to mix with the hint of liquor you can taste on him.

He bites into your plump bottom lip: sucking on it and stroking it with his warm tongue as he tugs on your hair by pulling it at the roots harshly, making you whine from the throbbing, pulsating sensation to appear between your legs as soon as his incisor strikes home on your lip in a delicious pang of ache.

You’re wet as a whistle in a matter of seconds, the damp patch on your pretty panties growing more profound with each passing moment he spends spoiling you like this. He knows which places to touch to get you going; knows which spots to stroke to make you squirm and writhe and moan underneath him like the neediest little thing.

“Kat,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you try to slur out some sense of apology into the shaky sentence, “I-I'm sorry, baby. About Kami.”

“Stop sayin' that idiot's name,” he rasps out, his eyes blazing like a forge when he looks down at you, “‘cause if you don’t, Imma have to fuck my own right into that dumb, little brain of yours instead. I swear to god I will.”

"But Kam-" your lips part again to question what he means with it, but he shows you the answer before you can even fully finish asking for it.

His mouth is right next to your ear, his exhales warm and heavy to brush your earlobe as he turns you around and slams your front against the door in one swift movement of force. Both of your palms produce a smacking noise when they hit against the wood, making you wince as he uses his knee to push your legs apart.

“Fuckin’ slut,” he mumbles tiredly - the tone he’s using making you feel like a goddamn chore as he hikes up the hem of your dress up to your waist and slips his hand between your legs. His tongue clicks against his teeth in bitter disapproval when his rough finger pads trace the arousal that’s soaking the lace of your panties, “Are you drenched ‘cause of me, or ‘cause of that fuckin’ moron?”

He’s clearly upset from cursing this much. You know that he owns a foul tongue and a rich vocabulary when it comes to curses, but it still makes some twisted part of you that’s hidden deep, deep inside your heart writhe and grin in absolute delight. Like a satisfied little kitty that’s succeeded in getting the cream, you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“Mm, ‘cause of you, Kat,” you purr softly, pushing your hips further against his hand with a cute, little wiggle, “always ‘cause of you, baby.”

He looses a sigh at your mischievous behaviour, but nonetheless complies to your silent plea by tugging your panties down your legs. Your entire body is aching to be filled up by him as soon as the lace hits the ground; to feel the rage that’s coursing his veins and to experience it becoming unleashed upon you in the form of rough, brutal slamming.

You just want him so bad. Need him just as bad, too.

And your wish might just become a reality, because now you can hear his belt buckle becoming undone right behind you as he curses again quietly under his breath.

It feels like torturous aeons as you wait for him to do something, and then bliss hits as soon as he presses the tip of his cock against your sticky, slick-glimmering slit; nudging your puffy lips apart like he’s trying to make you beg for it. You can hear him spit into his palm. Can hear the lewd squelching noise as he lubes up his dick with his own saliva.

Honestly, you just might give him a plea or two, because the tiny bit of friction that happens whenever he pushes against you makes you want to slam your head right into the door he’s pressing you against. All until you’d be able to taste the splinters on your tongue and feel his cock bullying your womb.

“Ka-Katsuki…!” You cry out, hips bucking, body temperature rising, “Lemme have it, plea-ah, fuck…!”

He doesn’t even let you finish as he rams himself right between your unstretched walls that are eager to accept him, despite the lack of foreplay. He hisses from how tight you are as you claw against the door, toes curling within your pretty high heels as you attempt to stabilize yourself.

The alcohol that’s riddling your blood numbs the pain by the smallest fraction, but you can still feel the burn of the stretch with every inch he pushes inside your sticky warmth, now. You’re outright trembling at the sensation of being so full; can practically feel his cock throbbing inside your belly.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight as shit,” he groans out, the sound like a low rumble of a waking beast, “it’s like you’re fightin’ me on it.”

“I-I’d never, Kat,” you mewl out, your voice hoarse from the sob that’s bubbling up your throat. He can see your nose scrunch up from equal amounts of pain and pleasure as you turn to look at him. Your eyes seem to have gone glossy from the upcoming tears as you murmur a meek, “I love you.”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips find the crook of your neck as he whispers, “You love me? Only me?”

“Yes…!” you say as you bend further for him now, pressing your ass against his abdomen with that perfect arch of spine. He can see your curves sway and jiggle with the motion; can see the gleam of sweat on your skin as you add, “I love you s’much, Kat. Only you.”

Your voice is nothing but a smooth whimper. It‘s messing with his head, making him unable to fully comprehend the way you’re nearly melting against him as he at long last bottoms out.

Katsuki looks down as soon as you jump a bit and he realizes he’s balls deep inside you. He can see your smooth, clean-shaven pussy wrapping around his achingly hot girth. It's nearly eating him up as it attempts to start milking him right from the start.

His rosy lips purse, rough palms caressing your cute booty as he spits on the spot you connect and pushes the skirt of your dress even higher, so that he can get a better view.

The sleek sheen of his drool is practically mesmerizing on your skin. It mixes with your excitement before it starts to drip onto the wooden floorboards. Drip, drip, drip - you're leaking from how turned on you are. The curl of his smile is hard to repress from how pleased he feels about it.

“Pretty,” he mumbles, seemingly in somewhat of a trance at the ring of milky slick to gather and spurt down his dick, “my pretty girl… Takin' my cock so well. Gonna fuck you, now. Gonna slam you so fuckin’ good, baby.”

And before you can even reply, Katsuki starts to pound.

Your moans sound broken from how fast he gets harsher, sloppier - angrier. How his pace is so agonizingly slow, but he still manages to reach deep inside you with it as his hand finds your hip. So deep, in fact, that he’s kissing your cervix and branding your fucking soul with his name. Owning that soft, gushy spot within you that makes you want to lose your mind whenever he abuses it.

“Ka-Katsu... Mmph...!”

“Hah... That's it, baby. Show me how much you love me.”

And as he begins to unleash that fury of jealousy upon you; fucking you like a wild animal in heat and making you cry out his name and cream on his dick with such intensity that it makes your legs weak and your knees buck from exhaustion, you realize one thing:

He wants to prove a point.

And he won't stop until you accept it.

#bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugou #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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