One more and then I’ll stop but like seriously imagine this hulking brute of a man preparing to mount his dragon to return home to his Kingdom after successfully pillaging another village. The loot strapped to the sides of the dragons as he stands victorious, covered head to toe in a sheen of drying blood that for the most part isn’t his.
And as he’s preparing to leave he notices something moving in the foliage out of the corner of his eye. Immediately reaching for his axe as he holds it up high, ready to strike— when he sees a small bunny rabbit struggling beneath a wicker basket. The poor animal looks injured, its paw a deep crimson that rivals his eyes and his first thought is to put it out of its misery and take it home as part of the feast.
But then he thinks of you, and the way you tremble in front of him much like the little rabbit in front of him now. Sliding his axe back into his belt as he crouches down to pick up the struggling animal, caging it in large palms as he holds it uncharacteristicly gently to his chest. Walking back to his dragon as his men call out to him.
“That’s barely a snack for a dragon, King.” Sero calls out, grinning from ear to ear as Bakugou shoots him a glare.
“Do you want me to put it with the rest of the food?” Kirishima offers as he reaches out to take the bunny by the ears.
“No,” Bakugou mutters gruffly, opening a sachel at the side of his beast as he places the rabbit gently inside. His men raise their brows but know better than to say anything as they take off, returning back home before nightfall.
The Kingdom is in celebration as the team return, gathering the spoils as a feast is prepared for tonight. And Bakugou decides to clean himself up before seeking you out, worried that if he found you covered in the blood of his enemies you’d never talk to him again. It was much like he looked the first time he found you; and he’ll remember that terrified look for the rest of his days.
Changing into fresh cloth and furs as he makes his way towards your room, and even though he’s trying to be respectful he still doesn’t knock. Stepping inside to see you curled up by a fire with a book that you quickly put down when you notice him, the tension in your body doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou who tries to be less intimidating. A difficult feat for a man who’s waged wars on nations, and spilt more blood than the rivers that flow outside the Kingdom.
He’s silent as he crouches, setting his sachel down in front of him as he opens it. Rough hands reach in to take out the quivering bunny rabbit, which you stare at with wide eyes.
“It reminded me of you.” He rasps, holding the animal out to you as you crawl over to him from your position in front of the fire. Gentle hands taking the rabbit from him as you hold him against your chest, soft fingers stroking at its fur.
“You’re not going to cook him after, are you?”
And Bakugou can’t help but smile at your question, it’s the first time you’ve seen him do so and it softens the strong frown lines against his face. His eyes rounder, fierce gaze less intense as he moves to sit on the floor beside you with thick thighs outstretched.
“He looked like he needed someone to look after him.”
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cw/tw: NSFT, GN reader (no mentioned anatomy, no gendered pet names), size kink, rough sex, dacryphilia, predator/prey undertones, overstimulation
there’s just something about a big beefy man who doesn’t realize how rough he is with you, doesn’t realize that you’re so much smaller and more fragile than him, so easily breakable if he loses even a smidge of the self control he’s holding on to with shaking hands, a little helpless lamb next to a starving wolf trying to get a taste for something other than pretty prey with big, trusting eyes
he grabs you by the throat to pin you down underneath him and can feel your heartbeat in his palm, erratic and deliciously desperate, and it stirs a predatory roll in his guts, causes his mouth to salivate and his pupils to dilate because you’re just so...vulnerable. so needy and delicate and the world’s most precious meal and god, he needs to eat, eat, eat. he needs to see how pretty you look begging for him, needs to hear how sweet you sound crying for him, needs to taste how good you are with his name sitting behind rows of ivory. and when he kisses you, it’s all hungry teeth and deprave tongues as he swallows down all of your noises and tucks them away in his pitiless stomach, all for him, him, him and no one else
he effortlessly pins you down beneath him, his broad chest to your back as your face is buried in the pillow and his strong hips slam against your ass at a spine-breaking pace, groans and whimpers and praises huffing from his mouth as he chases his high. “s-so fuckin’ good, you feel so fuckin’ good under me. god, just like that. c’mon, little one, you can take it, right? be good and take it for me? so good for me.” and he can hear all of your pleas and cries, can feel your body trembling and shake beneath him, and it drives him absolutely wild, a predator high on his celebration of finally catching the prey he's sought and pined after so patiently. he tries to go slower, to savor all of your tears and sobs the way something as delicate as you deserves, but you’re pulsing around his cock and crying out his name so sweetly, all he can possibly think about is how good it’ll feel when he fills you to the brim with his thick cum
or how he easily places you in his lap, grips your hips in his strong hands and moves your body as if you're his favorite fuck doll, bounces you on his cock without any difficulty, hypnotized by how your fragile body can swallow his cock whole, how you drool and cry and sob and beg as he continues to drill inside of you. “there ya’ go, sweet thing. takin’ me so well. look so pretty doing it, too. gonna fill you up so everyone knows who you belong to. you would like that, yeah? want everyone to know you’re mine?” and the way you squeeze around him elicits a growl from him, a low rumble in his chest as he slams your body down with new fervor, delirious with the need to mark you in a way no one else has been allowed to. he's desperate and vocal and messy, moaning and groaning and whining as he feels himself teetering closer to that sweet edge he loves to nosedive off of with you
and finally, finally, with his lap completed coated in a mixture of both of your arousal and his ears full of all of your sweet babbles, he cums deep inside of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth buried in the sensitive skin, a strangled groan heavy in his throat as his hips slam up against you and wrack your entire body. you go limp against him, and he holds you for a moment, indulging in how good you smell coated in his lust, kissing all of the places he bit and squeezed too roughly, whispering how good you are for him, how proud he is of you, how sorry he is for being so rough but he can’t help it, how much he loves and adores you and how pretty you look with tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. “my pretty little thing, hm? always so good for me. look so pretty covered in my marks. i love you s’much, baby. let’s go get you cleaned up, yeah? i’ll be gentle this time, i promise.”
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Feel free not to post this, but something I find odd is one of the Elaine haters i constantly see is also a Madison Beer fan. I find that odd bc if you hate Elaine with such a passion for the reasons you act like you do, then why are you a Madison Beer stan? No hate to Madison, she's human and she makes mistakes like everyone else, it just seems a bit hypocritical to me but anyways...
Oh I know nothing about Madison Beer but I’m not surprised lmao, a lot of these haters are obsessed with famous people who objectively have done much worse. They just pick and choose 🙃
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