Thoughts on bakugo (and kiri):
Bakugo believes in fairness. He fought Uruaka fairly, he was pissed at icyhot because he didn't give it his all. He hates deku's quirk because he cheated the system. Kiri tho, they're the same that way. They believe in fairness, in working hard to get your body and your quirk to the best they can be; not cutting corners.
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willow!! of course you can request a lil bakugou monster drabble!! and since you gave me dealers choice on monster…..i am actually going to do….vampire!reader with bakugou…..a lil taste of blasty boy…..
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cw: blood, vampire feeding
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“I’m not scared.” Katsuki snaps at you. His shoulders are tense, though, and you can hear the irregular jump of his heart. You can see the color in his cheeks, too.
“I didn’t say you were.” You counter, quirking a brow.
“Then—just fucking—do it.”
Your smile is an amused curl; a cat that has got its angry, little canary.
“Easy, tiger.” You respond, “I’m not a barbarian. I don’t want to—“
You search for the right words, humming.
“Make a mess of you.”
Katsuki swallows hard, eyes as red as a rose, flickering up to your face.
“You’re dragging this out.” He accuses.
“I’m trying to be considerate.” You counter, stepping towards him. You step up in front of him, towering over him so that he has to tip his head up to look at you. It exposes the column of his throat. He spreads his legs a little, just fractionally, but you take that as invitation; you stand between his knees and gaze down at him.
(And really, he just thinks you’re playing with your food.)
“It’s fine,” he grunts, leaning back, “just—quit taking so long.”
You tsk, “and here I thought I’d be the impatient one. You’d think you’re the one who hasn’t eaten in days.”
“Keep wasting time and I’ll retract my agreement to this.” He snaps.
You sigh, but finally bring your knee up to settle on the couch outside of his own leg.
And just like that, you’re straddling his waist.
His hands hover, uncertain for a moment.
Oh, his poor heart.
You can hear it jump and pump and gush, quickening, tempo rising. Your mouth waters.
You touch his jaw delicately.
His hands settle tentatively on the flare of your waist.
You tip forward, eager, suddenly starving when you catch the river of a vein in his throat. Your nose nudges gently at his jaw, down to his neck. You try to control yourself. His hands squeeze uncertainly at your waist.
“Hold still for me?” You murmur.
He inhales sharply, in hot pain, when your teeth bare down on the tender line of his throat.
You groan.
His hands grasp at you, bruising, and tight. You think he can’t decide if he’s trying to get away or nearer to you.
He thrashes a little, contrary to your request, and you press harder into his shoulders. You urge him to sink back into the couch—it should only be another moment before—
His muscles, large and threatening, suddenly slacken.
His head lolls backwards a little and you catch it carefully. Cradle it like a babe.
Blood is warm and heady on your tongue.
You detach yourself only to look at his face for a moment. His eyes are dilated and hazy, heavy-lidded. Such a strong and stubborn man, such an uptight and difficult man, now soothed. Now putty in your hands.
“There,” you praise, “just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you now.”
And this time, when you latch onto his neck, it’s his hand, broad and warm, that comes up to cradle your skull.
To hold you in place.
Your smile curves against his bloodied skin.
A cat that’s caught its canary.
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