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Prologue
Dragon King Bakugou x Reader
Havenā€™t decided on the title yet, didnā€™t want to take even more time to get this out.
Warnings āš ļø BRIEF Mentions of attempted assault, sex trafficking, & murder.
As the last of the moonā€™s ethereal, silver light disappears from the skies, a harsh wind begins to blow. This kingdomā€™s inhabitants are hidden away within the confines of their homes. The silence is daunting as the wind begins to howl through the previously bustling capital streets.
Within the dimly lit castle a woman stares through the her window before shutting the drapes tight.
The atmosphere within the fortress is riddled with tension; Murmurings of prayers can be heard from various servants pausing their duties as they move about. Her bosom heaves rapidly from panting breaths, she fights in vain. Stubborn to prevent the vision attempting to shine through, ignoring the now blurry edges of her eye sight. Ebony hair is sticking to her sweaty face, sheā€™s only standing on shaky legs from leaning against the edge of her vanity table.The door of her bedroom swings open and immediately slams shut. A man has come to see her, heā€™s briskly crossing the room, before coming to a stop at her side.
ā€œWhat ails you?ā€ The tired man asks, helping the woman stand upright by allowing her to hold his arm. Continuing to assist, despite her uncoordinated shuffling to sit on her bed. ā€œIf you are to be given a prophetic message, why fight it? Her majesty wishes to know what you have seenā€. The woman wraps her arms around her middle, sharp nails nicking at her flesh as she draws in a shaking breath, ā€œThis night is tainted by darkness, the goddess is unable to grant us her full protection while her light is repressedā€¦if my body will hold out until the darkness recedes, perhaps tragedy will be prevented from falling upon our kingdom once againā€. Light from the single lit candle casted half of her face in shadow. The oracle was ashen faced, her black bangs plastered against her forehead, droplets of sweat leaked down her face onto the floor as she rested her elbows on her knees, shaking hands massage her temples.
ā€œYou cannot alter fate Midnight, you are destroying yourself all for the sake of delaying a message you were chosen to deliverā€ Aizawa says with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his eyes ā€œI know you continue to blame yourself for the death of King Masaru but even the queen herself told you that you were not at fault, you relayed the message, and it was something that simply couldnt be remedied..ā€.
A shuddering breath racks the oracleā€™s body and she begins falling forward, only for the exhausted man to catch her,
ā€œStop this! You are going to die!ā€.
Midnight knew she was on deaths door, her body would give out soon, unless she relentsā€¦
Once again the bedroom door opens silently, the snap of it shutting alerts the two occupants of a new comer entering the room.
ā€œDo it for the sake of the child, if you wish to atone for the death of its father then guide it as it grows, inform the future leader on how to avoid whatever negativity may come beforehand, so that it can be properly dealt withā€ the stern but soft voice of Jeanist seems to have been able to break through the oracleā€™s stubbornness.
ā€œNormally only one of you would need to be the scribe for this sessionā€¦but I would prefer it if there were two perspectives on whatever I report, considering the situationā€¦ā€ requests Midnight as Aizawa allows Jeanist to help the frail woman sit up. Making one more request as the blonde man fluffs and rearranges the pillows behind her:
ā€œPlease light the ceremonial pouperie and hand me both selenite and tourmaline towersā€.
At the beginning of her life Midnight had been gifted with the ability to predict small things such as who would win a foot race or what she would receive for her birthday. As a teen her visions changed into predicting who would find love and eventually how relationships would end. Life was not always kind to her, and once she reached her late teens she had been enslaved and forced into prostitution.
Luck had been on her side as an adult; One night as the ebony haired beauty made her way through town. She had come across a drunken man attempting to asssault a young woman. Her amethyst eyes catch the glint of an intact bottle neck laying discarded on the alleywayā€™s grime crusted cobblestones. Those muffled cries of the female being violated brought her back to when she herself had first been enslaved. Slinking up through the shadows in silence, the angry woman would later on be compared to a panther as she came flying out of the darkness. The brute didnt have a chance to fight back as loose shards of glass were shoved into his eyes, the jagged spikes of the bottle were repeatedly slashed and thrusted into his neck, face, and chest until the pig was unrecognizable.
The woman she had saved turned out to be the daughter of a duke, visiting from a completely different kingdom. ā€œPlease accompany me for my journey home, your bravery will bring you great favor with my family, im offering you a new life, a fresh startā€. Once the dutches and duke had learned about the gift of sight their daughterā€™s savior possessed, it was only a matter of time before Midnight was called to advise the current king and queen of her new home.
The darker haired man uses the candle to light to light the bundle of herbs, the scents of sage, lavender, and jasmine fill the room quickly.
Both polished stone towers are pressed into her shaking hands, Each man stood at the oracleā€™s bed side with quills poised and ready. Only then does the ritual begin;
She always hated lowering the walls of protection that had been built around her psyche. It made her feel as though she were stripped naked, vunerable, about to have her dignity snatched away, and soul crushed. Of course those feeling were always what prelude a tainted and unfortunate vision. Her eyes buldge in their sockets as they widen, her plump lips fall open and an amplified emotionless version of her voice spews out the sacred information from her gaping maw.
In this realm,
a blessing descends,
a child of fate,
Whose power immense,
destined to determine
earthā€™s fate
Born beneath the moon's shadow,
a tale quite bizarre,
A beast hides within,
a spirit touched by mar.
Not at the outset,
but time's relentless flow,
Unveils a name in
history's annals to grow.
Victories numerous,
A heart encased in sin
With a chance encounter,
love's dance shall begin.
Strings of fate weave
a love, pure and oh so divine,
The dragon king seeking
a mate with whom his
Soul shall intertwine.
This love is true,
by impurity shunned,
Great Darkness out shone
by Celestial radiance
Whoā€™s light could
Outshine the sun
Blessings abound
if the moon's grace prevails,
However her failure
unveils hate
as darkness assails.
The Earth shall quake in fright
silence descends in despair,
The dragon king ruthless,
his mate to ensnare.
Land soaked in blood,
tainted with gore
at that moment
Tā€™will be decided
peace within this kingdom
will become a distant lore
Decay befalls living souls,
cursed evermore.
Oh how can oneā€™s feelings
spin a tale so profound?
For only true love shall
Determine whether darkness
Or light shall abound?
In a wing located on the complete opposite side of the castle, a feminine shriek is permeated by the sharp wails of an infant.
ā€œItā€™s a boy your majesty!ā€ Exclaims a mid-wife who held the freshly delivered baby.
She is quick to clean off the continuously shrieking child, immediately swaddling him in a soft blanket. Queen Mitsuki held out her trembling hands to receive the bundle of joy. ā€œHeā€™s beautiful my lady, Iā€™m sure the king is looking down from heaven with prideā€ stated one of the other servants as she took away the soiled linens. ā€œYes he isā€¦my beautiful little boyā€¦my precious Katsukiā€ the queen whispered, kissing the boyā€™s head. His tiny whisps of blonde hair tickled her face as she holds him close. A little fist slips out from the blankets, waving about as his wails grow louder. Another servant enters the room, her arms laden with fresh blankets and sheets, ā€œThe moonlight has returned!ā€ She happily reports, setting down the bedding and drawing back the curtains some.
Soon as those first rays of the shining silver light landed on the baby, his shrieks cease instantly. Finally opening his small crimson eyes to stare up at his mother, a goofy smile appearing and soft cooing replaced his cries. Everyone in the castle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the dreaded eclipse had come to an end.
ā€œMy Katsuki, youā€™re going to grow into a strong, dependable man, eventually youā€™ll become the greatest king the world has ever seenā€¦isnā€™t that right Masaru?ā€ Mitsuki snuggled the baby, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasnā€™t able to see the man standing beside the two of them, but Katsuki could. The spirit of his father placed its hand on his little head, and the baby began to giggle happily. ā€œI cant do much in this form, but Iā€™ll do whatever I can to help you make the right choice when the time comesā€¦take care of your mother for meā€¦I love you both so muchā€.
A/N: Weā€™re starting a NEW series!
What did you think? Pay attention to that prophecy, any ideas on what itā€™s talking about?
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what happens on vacation
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pairing: bakugo x f!reader
warnings: cheating, slight age gap (bakugo in his late 20s, reader a fresh college graduate), skinny dipping, late night beach sex, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names (he calls reader princess, baby), a bit of insecure reader, somnophilia, probably other tags iā€™m forgetting
on a much needed vacation pro hero dynamight is forced to take, bakugo spots you next door, the woman that will change his whole life. the only problem? bakugoā€™s currently on this vacation with his girlfriendā€¦
word count: 4.5k
a/n: 18+ content, minors dni!! iā€™m ngl, this is a pretty self-indulgent fic i madeā€¦ i just couldnā€™t get the thought of beach sex w bakugo out of my brain so i needed to write it. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy!
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bakugo katsuki's girlfriend of ten years is finally getting her long desired vacation with the man of her dreams. everything has been planned, their tickets are booked, their condo is reserved for the entirety of their stay, it's on a beautiful seaside beach, and it'll only be her and her boyfriend, pro hero dynamight, also known a bakugo katsuki.
she has a somewhat tearful parting with her parents ā€” parents who've never been more than a prefecture away ā€” before boarding the plane for the us for their month long vacation, a vacation bakugo's secretary has been pushing for him to take since he cracked his first major case.
bakugo's girlfriend is practically bouncing in her seat in excitement, even in her sleep. bakugo finds her restlessness a tad annoying, reaching over the first class seat in order to bring her bouncing to a standstill. for the rest of the trip, bakugo finds solace in the calm, falling asleep to not be awakened until they reach their destination.
as they leave the plane behind, bakugo's girlfriend can't stop talking, excitement evident in her voice as she speaks at length about the things she's planned for them. even in the uver, she just hasn't stopped talking, excitedly explaining to the pro hero what they would be doing each and every day. when the driver tells them they've arrived, that's the only time she's quiet, though she instantly goes back to yapping away the moment they step out of the car and collect their luggage and as the car drives away from them, leaving them standing in front of their rented condo sitting on the beach.
as they explore their month long home, bakugo can't help but sigh in annoyance as she keeps making exclamations about how she really enjoys their temporary lodgings. bakugo can't help but get annoyed with the girl, wondering why he chose to start dating her all those years ago. he doesn't want to break up with her yet, as she helps keep other females who only want him for his fame and money away. after seven years, many people are asking him when he intends to pop the question. however, bakugo had decided long ago that this was not the girl he wanted to marry, she was not the woman for him, she was much too annoying. his perfect woman would be someone who he knew would be his destined lover the moment he laid eyes on her, he just wasn't expecting to meet her on this vacation.
it was about a week into their vacation when bakugo first laid eyes on you, his destined lover.
he was simply enjoying the sun on the balcony when you came into his life. the condo next door had finally become occupied, with you and your recently graduated high school friends having rented the condo next door in celebration of your successful graduation.
as he sat on the balcony, cold beer in hand, he heard your voice among many other voices,Ā  though only yours held him captive in its alluring beauty. his girlfriend was somewhere in town, probably getting more groceries she thought they needed, so he didn't need to worry about her barging into his search for the voice that had captivated his heart.
standing up from his spot on the chair, he rested his elbows on the railing as he gazed out towards the beach, a cover for his desire to search for you. you were so easy to spot, so easy to look for because no one was as beautiful as you. it wasn't because you were younger than him by a good few years, nor that you had an excessive amount of makeup on. rather, there was simply this natural beauty about you that bakugo had seen in no other female.
and when you turned to look directly at him, his breath seemed to leave his body. if he were a high schooler, he probably would have gotten a nose bleed due to your choice of attire. you had chosen to wear a white bikini that was held together by rings. muttering "fuck" softly under his breath, bakugo sent you a wave of greeting before turning to reenter the condo, immediately moving towards the bathroom to take a cold shower. thoughts of you kept flashing through his mind, smooth, creamy looking skin invading his senses until he wanted nothing more than to feel it under his own hands.
and when bakugo's girlfriend returned, she couldn't help but feel something was off with him. whenever she reached over to touch him, he would instantly remove her hands as if her touch burned. whenever she tried to initiate anything remotely related to sex, he would instantly leave the room and not return until many hours later only to act as if nothing happened.
it wasn't until the end of the second week of their vacation that she finally found out why bakugo had become so distant lately. she hadn't actively been trying to find out, she knew bakugo could sometimes be distant like that. but when they happened to head for the beach one afternoon, she couldn't help noticing bakugo's gaze staying glued to you as you pranced around with your friends in next to nothing. was she imagining it? was bakugo actually interested in you or was it simply that he happened to be looking in your direction when she turned to glance at him?
her suspicions were confirmed when a volleyball came flying towards them and then rolled to a stop at bakugo's feet. when you came racing over, chest bouncing as you ran, she couldn't help but notice bakugo's gaze travel down to your chest, a hungry look in his eyes as he picked up the ball.
"i'm so sorry!" you exclaimed upon reaching them, reaching towards the ball as bakugo handed it back to you. "we got a little too crazy... i promise, it won't happen again!"
"don't worry about it, it's fine," bakugo responded, causing his girlfriend to quirk an eyebrow in surprise. if it had been anyone else, he definitely would have yelled at them to be more careful of other beach goers, but instead he acted as if it was nothing? just what was up with him?
"thank you for being understanding, but i'll still scold him when i get back," you had responded, tucking your bangs behind your ear before turning around to rejoin your friends, yelling at the one who caused the ball to go flying for being so careless with his serve. as you walked away, bakugo stared after you, causing his girlfriend to huff in annoyance and force his attention back onto her.
after that day, she actively avoided going on the beach by their condo, instead deciding to drag him out to other beaches where she felt you and your friends wouldn't appear.
of course, bakugo realized what she was doing, finding any excuse to stay behind if she wanted to go out. he wanted to continue to watch you, work up the courage to approach you.
the moment came late one night when he spotted you sneaking down to the beach with nothing but a towel to cover you. when he made his way onto the balcony, his breath left his lungs as you peeled the towel away, revealing your nude form under the moonlight. swearing softly, bakugo quickly returned to the bedroom, grabbed a towel for himself, and then headed down to the beach as well. when he reached the beach, he gazed at you with a reverence in his eyes as he called out to you.
"you know, swimming nude on a beach shared with others can lead to misfortune," he spoke up, startling you from your swim.
"oh fuck," you spoke up, turning to find your neighbor standing next to your towel. "sorry, i've been doing this for a few nights now, i guess after my first few times i wasn't expecting to run into anyone this late at night."
"mind if i join you?" he questioned, earning a look of surprise from you before you nodded your consent.
"be my guest," you responded, going back to swimming in the ocean as if you didn't have care in the world.
"so, ya do this often?" the pro hero questioned as he waded into the ocean.
"do what often?" you questioned curiously as you gazed in admiration at his form.
"go skinny dipping," bakugo replied, finally taking the plunge and joining you.
"mhm, my parents have a private villa back home that i stay at a lot, guess it's just something i started doing to prove something to my parents? but now i do it because i like the feel of the water on my skin," you replied.
"i see," bakugo murmured, eyes not straying from you as you continued to swim back and forth through the water. "you're beautiful, ya know? ethereal, even." he spoke softly, his words barely reaching your ears and causing you to stop your swimming.
"what...what did you just say?" you questioned, swimming closer towards the man.
"you're beautiful," bakugo repeated, louder this time as he moved one hand to cup your cheek lovingly. "took my fuckin' breath away the moment i laid eyes on ya."
"i- i see," you stuttered, hands moving to rest on the pro hero's shoulders. "i thought you didn't look too bad yourself, but...what about her? that woman you were with?" you questioned uncertainly, eyes averting from his heated gaze.
"she's nothing compared to you," bakugo responded, carefully pulling you in for a soft kiss on the lips. "let me prove it to ya, let me show ya how frustrated you've made me since i first saw you."
"okay," you murmured, squealing in surprise as bakugo quickly scooped you up and headed for shore.
"'m bakugo katsuki, by the way," the man introduced himself as he set you down on one of the towels that had been laid out beforehand. "feel free to call me katsuki."
"l/n y/n," you replied, gazing up shyly towards the intimidating man before you.
"fuckin beautiful, princess," bakugo praises, causing you to almost preen at his words. "been dreaming of this moment since the moment i first saw you, always wearing those skimpy ass bikinis." he spoke as he started teasing your hole, dragging a finger through your folds. "think i didn't notice how you seemed to be wearing less each time i saw ya?"
"wasn't intentional, swear," you murmured shakily, moving your arms up to wrap around his neck. "please stop teasing, want to feel you in me." you softly begged, a gasp escaping you as bakugo plunged a finger into you.
"ask and you shall receive," bakugo responded as he moved down to plant soft kisses against your lips, licking into your mouth each time you gasped at the feeling of him moving his fingers deeper inside you, swallowing your cries of pleasure. "gotta be quiet, princess, don't want the others to hear us, do ya?"
"s-sorry i just... have never felt this good," you moaned, clenching around his fingers.
"what kinda boys do ya fuck, huh sweetheart? i'll make you forget all about them, won't nobody occupy this pretty mind but me," bakugo grunted, continuing to thrust his fingers into you until you came on his fingers and into his hand. "fucking beautiful, wonder what you taste like," he groaned, removing his fingers from you in order to taste your release. "delicious, best fuckin meal i've had in my life."
your face grew red at those words as you gazed up at the pro hero, quickly realizing just what was happening.
and then he's back on you, pressing you against your towel and devouring your lips in heated kisses, licking into your mouth to start a dominance game, one that he wins every time. you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as your kisses grow longer and more heated.
"much as i love this," bakugo grunts, finally pulling away from your lips, he continues, "need to feel ya 'round me."
with those words, he shifts, lining up with your hole before pushing in, slowly at first so you can adjust to his size before pulling out and then thrusting in at an almost bruising pace, his grip on your waist giving a hint of pain with the pleasure. your back arches with his movements, finding yourself thrusting towards him as he thrusts himself continuously into you.
"fuck, you feel so good," bakugo grunts, his head falling back as he continues his bruising pace. then his mouth is on your nipple, laving over the pert nub, his hand twisting your other nipple between his fingers.
"'m close," you softly moaned as bakugo continued to thrust into you at his bruising pace, even with you clenching down around him.
"fuck, don't cum yet, cum with me," the pro hero grunted, picking up his pace in order to bring himself closer to his own release. his grip on your hips tightens, almost enough to leave a bruises though he's careful to not leave bruises due to his desire to see you in even more bikinis. "fuck, cum with me, princess." he grunts, stilling inside you as he releases his hot seed the same time your own release begins.. leaning down, he presses a soft, longing filled kiss to your lips as he softens inside you. "hey, stay with me tonight." he requests upon pulling away from your lips, gazing down at you with a longing and somewhat hungry look.
"but, what about your girlfriend," you murmur, glancing away from the pro hero, a flash of guilt suddenly seering throughout your entire body, a look of regret flashing across your face before being replaced by a neutral look.
"who cares about her," bakugo grunts, trailing soft kisses along your jaw, eventually ending up at your neck. "was planning on breaking up with her soon anyways. you're the one for me, only need you."
"but...how can you be sure, what if you find someone else?" you questioned uncertainly, eyes averting from his form to the ocean behind him.
carefully, he grabbed your chin, making sure you were looking directly at him when he spoke his next words. "that will never happen, because the moment i saw you, i knew you were the only one for me."
"but...how can you be so sure about tha-" you questioned, eyes going round in shock as he leaned forward to give you a kiss, cutting off the rest of your question.
"i'm so sure because you gave me a taste of heaven and i'm never going back," bakugo responded causing you to stare at him with wide eyes, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "so i'll ask again, stay with me tonight? i'll make sure you don't regret it."
"okay, i'll stay with you," you murmured with a soft nod, causing the pro hero to smile triumphantly. finally pulling out, bakugo allows you to get up, with you shaking your towel out and wrapping it around your small frame. "i have to go back to my own room for clothes though," you add, squealing in surprise as bakugo lifts you up in a princess carry easily, as if you weigh nothing. with a shriek of surprise, you wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize your position. you suppose this is a product of his hero training, being able to carry you as if you weigh nothing at all.
"that won't be necessary tonight," bakugo declares, walking towards his rented condo rather than the one you was sharing with your friends. "all you'll need is a shirt which i'll be more than happy to provide."
"oh, um, okay," you reply in embarrassment, burying your face in the junction between his neck and shoulder.
with all the grace of a 5'8" man, he carefully maneuvers you through the door as silently as he can so as to not wake his soon to be ex currently sleeping in the master bedroom. then he takes you to the downstairs bathroom, placing you down on the toilet as he starts the water, mindlessly stroking your cheek with a thumb as he waits for the water to heat up. once he's satisfied with the heat, he starts the shower, pulling you up and stripping you of the towel, shedding his own towel and then entering the shower, pulling you along with him.
"if you continue to treat me so gently, i might get used to it," you murmur softly, gazing up at the pro hero before you, eyes soft and loving in their intensity.
"good, because i'll continue to treat you as such," the man responds, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips though it soon turned heated with him even going so far as to crowd you up against the wall, his hands traveling to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist in order to steady yourself in his hold.
"katsuki, is that you? why are you taking a shower so late at night? come back to bed," a woman's voice sounded from the other side of the locked bathroom door, a hint of grogginess in her voice.
with a growl of annoyance, bakugo squared his shoulders as he pulled away from your lips, giving them a small nip before calling out to her. "i don't know who else it would be. i just got back from a late night run so i'm all sweaty, but i'm feeling pretty restless so i'll stay in another room. i would rather not keep you up. go back to bed, we can talk in the morning."
"what do you mean by talk? but okay, talk to you in the morning," his girlfriend called back, her footsteps soon receding as bakugo's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.
"she always appears at the worst times," he muttered, his eyebrows drawing together in annoyance. "can't wait for her to be out of my life for good."
"hey, you don't really mean that," you murmured, reaching a hand up to soothe the pro hero's annoyed expression. "she's been a part of your life for a majority of it, probably longer than you realize. even if you no longer have feelings for her, at least keep her in your life as a friend?"
releasing you from his hold, bakugo moved to turn off the shower, a contemplative look on his face. "i plan to make you my wife, you're the only one i'll ever need, so tell me why i should keep an ex in my life, even as a friend?"
"well, why wouldn't you?" you shot back, turning the question around on him.
"she was meant to simply be a fake girlfriend, no strings attached," bakugo responded, causing you to tilt your head in confusion as you stepped out of the shower, reaching out for your towel only for it to be snatched away by the pro hero. as he continued to talk, he also dried you off. "i met her in my second year at ua, a headstrong support course student. she caught my eye and we started talking, soon becoming friends. many of my...friends... saw my new friendship with her as something more and at the time i didn't bother correcting them, deciding this would be a good excuse to turn down all the other love confessions i would get. then soon the entire school knew so i had to continue keeping up the act, and before i knew it, we made our fake relationship an official one, though i tried to tell her that i just didn't see myself drawn to her in that way. she ignored my warnings and threw her all at me. for the past few years, i've been trying to fend her off but there's only so much i can do. but now i plan to end it." bakugo explained, glancing up at you from where he kneeled before you, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "after all, i can no longer see myself with anyone but you."
at that confession and with that look in his eyes, your cheeks instantly heated up in embarrassment, causing you to look away from the man before you, hands flying up to your cheeks as if moving to hide the blush, though the action came too late as he was already smirking, wrapping a towel around your body and then wrapping another around his waist. his next action rather surprised you. he as he stood up, he wrapped an arm around your waist and throwing you gently over his shoulder causing you to let out a squeal of surprise as he walked towards one of the upstairs bedrooms. once he reached one that was relatively far enough from the room his soon to be ex was sleeping in, he gently laid you on the bed with a soft kiss, promising you he would be right back.
with a soft click, the door closed behind bakugo and you found yourself letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
"why me?" you questioned yourself quietly, moving up the bed to sit propped against the pillows, pulling the blankets over yourself to warm up slightly. "is he messing with me? but... he seems sincere?"
"i'm not messing with you," bakugo spoke up softly as he reentered the room, passing you one of his shirts as he slipped another over his own large frame. you took the shirt from the pro, slipping it on over your towel and then shedding the towel and depositing it on the ground by the bed. before you realize what's happening, bakugo is suddenly over you, trapping you between his body and the bed beneath you. "do you feel this?" bakugo questioned, pressing his hard on against your thigh. "you've driven me crazy since i laid eyes on you. allow me to enjoy your presence in this bed we'll be sharing tonight. allow me to make love to the only woman who will ever hold my heart in her hands."
"o- okay," you stuttered, having been taken by surprise at his actions and words, your heart skipping a beat at his confession.
with your permission secured, bakugo smirked victoriously, leaning down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling along your figure groping and squeezing wherever he could. at a particularly sharp squeeze, you gasped in surprise ā€” or would have had bakugo stopped kissing you ā€” which he took full advantage of by shoving his tongue into your mouth, staring a dominance game that he easily won.
"fuck," bakugo grunted upon pulling away, allowing both you and himself to regain your breath. "i don't think i can wait any longer. i need to be in you," he murmured against your neck, planting soft kisses against your skin.
"then fuck me," you whispered next to the man's ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers through his hair. "prove to me those words weren't empty, give me a reason to believe your confession."
"oh, i'll do more than prove it to ya," bakugo smirked, resting his forearms next to your head and positioning himself so he's lined up with you.
with a glance at your face to check you were fine, bakugo carefully pushed in, almost cumming on the spot from the feeling of being in you once again. truly, nothing could compare to this feeling, your hole stretched around him to accommodate his length, the warmth at felt at being in you, and the feeling of you clenching around him whenever he moved, even only slightly. and when he started moving, you would make the sweetest sounds, gripping at his shirt weakly, and thrusting up towards him to match his own thrusts. you were just so responsive to him and it drove him crazy.
as he picked up his pace, bringing you closer to your release, he carefully lifted your ā€” his ā€” shirt until your breasts were exposed. laving over one, he quickly sucked it into his mouth and playing with your other nipple with his finger, causing you to let out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. with a lewd pop! he released your breast and switched his attention to the opposite one.
"fuck," you muttered, gripping bakugo's hair in your hand, yanking at it in tune with his sucking. "fuck, fuck fuck fuck. i'm close, so so close," you softly admitted.
"then cum, cum on my cock, need to feel you in full," bakugo grunted, picking up his pace to fuck you through your high. as you came around him, bakugo felt himself releasing in you as well. leaning down to you, he kissed you, his lips traveling down from your lips to along your jaw to your neck, sucking softly at the skin before laving over it with his tongue.
with your back arched up towards him and your hand grabbing at his hair, you came around him with a moan that had his cock twitching. picking up his pace, bakugo worked towards his own release, glancing up at you as if checking to make sure you were okay all the while.
"are you on any birth control?" he asked softly, giving your lips a light kiss at the question.
"y- yes," you stuttered, gesturing to your arm. "i have the implant."
"good," bakugo grunted right before he came, spilling his seed inside you. without pulling out, bakugo collapsed on top of you, both your chests heaving at the "workout" you'd just experienced. "you feel amazing, princess. you've ruined me for any other girl and i hope i've ruined you for any other boy." bakugo voiced his desire, kissing your neck softly.
"no one compares to you," you responded, snuggling into his chest and feeling as if you're about to fall asleep.
"close your eyes, i'll be here when you wake up," bakugo murmurs next to your ear, rolling over so you're both on your sides, though bakugo makes no move to pull out or let you go from his grip.
soon, your breathing evens out and you're fast asleep, lulling bakugo to sleep as well.
when bakugo awoke that morning, he smiled softly and hugged you closer to himself, a smirk rising to his face as he felt his cock twitch from its place still inside you. the thought of you cockwarming him throughout the night must've done more to him than he realized as he felt his cock go instantly erect. needing to get rid of his erection, bakugo carefully rocked in and out of you so as to not jolt you awake but rather wake you slowly. your eyes soon fluttered open, giving the man before you a tired smile.
"g'morning," you murmur, your voice deeper from disuse which only caused bakugo's love for you to skyrocket.
"morning, princess," bakugo responded, his voice just as deep from disuse. "this is the best way to wake up in the morning. with you in my arms and our day starting like this." he admitted, rocking in and out of you with lazy thrusts.
"mm, i have to agree," you respond sleepily, wrapping your arms around him and threading your fingers through his hair and causing bakugo to release a rumble of satisfaction at the action.
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Can you say āœØBAD BITCHšŸ¤±šŸ¼šŸ’„
While torturing someone for information:
ā€œYou better not wake up this little bastard or Iā€™ll put a bullet between ya fuckinā€™ eyes and use yer blood to paint my red bottoms, took me hours to finally get him to sleepā€
Hear me out.
Yakuza Mitsuki Bakugou, with a toddler on her hip.
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Dog hybrid Bakugou who really wants you to he his mate, who wants you to carry his pups, but is scared that you donā€™t want to be that person.
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Your Ex-boyfriend Katsuki Bakugo
The ex boyfriend who acted like he couldnā€™t care less when you told him you were leaving.
The ex boyfriend Katsuki, who told anyone that asked that about you, to shut the hell up.
Ex boyfriend Dynamite who was on the front page 2 weeks later because a reporter wouldnā€™t stop asking him about you.
Ex boyfriend that still has to see you often because you have the same group of friends.
The same ex boyfriend that canā€™t keep his eyes off of you when youā€™re around. And he tries, he really really tries but itā€™s instinct to always know where you are and if youā€™re safe.
Ex boyfriend Dynamite that uses chunks of his patrol time to follow you when youā€™re out and about. You never even notice him, but heā€™s there.
Ex boyfriend Katsuki who gets drunk one night and calls you sounding like heā€™s in tears. Spilling his guts to about how heā€™s so so sorry, and youā€™re still all he thinks about. He knows you always deserved better than him and even though itā€™s ripping his heart out, all he wants is for you to be happy.
Katsuki who canā€™t meet your eyes the next time he sees you because he remembers every word he said to you and he knows it doesnā€™t make a difference.
Ex boyfriend whose heart nearly stops beating the first time Mina mentions you have a date because he canā€™t believe it. Youā€™re moving on.
Youā€™re at a party when he finds you outside alone and tells you that if any of the guys youā€™re dating ever do anything to hurt, he will hunt them down and end them. Fuck his hero status.
Ex boyfriend who ends up chatting with you for a good long while time and then you laugh and he hasnā€™t heard that laugh in so long. It melts the ice heā€™s been feeling in his chest since you left.
Ex boyfriend Katsuki that kisses you in the midst of you laughing.
The man you melt against because itā€™s second nature. He keeps kissing you as long as youā€™ll let him because he knows, this is probably the last one heā€™ll get.
Ex boyfriend who cuts you off before you call that kiss a mistake and says he wonā€™t do it again. He just wanted to say goodbye.
But then you kiss him again. When you pull away you tell your ex boyfriend that maybe you want to try again but you both have a lot of work to do. That it canā€™t go back to being the way it was or youā€™d leave and there wouldnā€™t be anymore chances after that.
ā€œExā€ boyfriend Katsuki who swears on his life that it wonā€™t be the same. That heā€™ll be whatever he needs because he doesnā€™t want to live this life without you.
FiancƩ Katsuki Bakugo who still thinks of those 4 months without you as the worst 4 months of his life.
FiancĆ© that 100% keeps his promise and proposed to you 2 years later to the day and was honestly shocked that you said yes because in he is still convinced you could still do better than him. But if you were willing to settle, heā€™d give everything he had to try and be enough.
*i tried with this but honestly, I ainā€™t leaving that man.šŸ˜­
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EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT THISšŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜ I'm going feral
Original artist!
But I love love LOVE the art šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹
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Step on me
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HI HEHEHE
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Fantastic šŸ’„ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„
A warm-up sketch, that turned into something a bit more.
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Yā€™all šŸ˜ØšŸ„µ
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I really let the intrusive thoughts win on this one šŸ„“
Still playing around with dragon king! Bakugouā€™s tattoos but hereā€™s a concept anyways
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I love it šŸ« 
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Not to keep talking about AI, but to really compound some of the things I've said before: AI is no match for human understanding of context.
It's also only as smart as we make it.
That's why Google Docs was constantly trying to correct every instance of "quirked" to "querched" for the longest time because it was learning that people misspelled the word "quirked" more often as "querched" and assumed the latter was correct due to the frequency of occurrence.
It's not smart. Not in the way people seem to think it is.
Also, P-R-A and Grammarly launched a new "use AI to rewrite this sentence" feature not too long ago, and I've seen some people freaking out that it's the end of writing/editing because the machines are spitting out prose and able to spot errors and make tone suggestions. But here's the thing, my entire week has been consumed fixing AI-generated mistakes for a handful of my writers who assumed the machine knew better.
The tone is off, the context is missing, and the nuance is gone. It reads like someone copy-pasted something foreign into their existing text, hoping no one would notice. And also, haha, the grammar is wrong.
Anyway. Back into editing hell I go as I try to salvage this prose and convince the author to stop relying on Grammarly for tonal advice.
Have more faith in your skill. You're better than the machine.
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bakugou ā€œsheā€™s busy.ā€ katsuki when heā€™s fucking your brains out while your ex/boyfriend is on the phone.
bonus points if heā€™s late 30s, doesnā€™t hang up the phone, and puts the loser on speaker while he rearranges your insides. heā€™s got his shirt bitten between his teeth to keep it out of the way so he can watch your ass recoil each time it slaps back against his pelvis. heā€™s got a brutal grip on your hips, tight on on your soft flesh to the point you might bruise, slamming you back to meet his thrusts like he was pissed at you. and fuck, maybe he was, because why would you hold him back from experiencing this pretty pussy for this long?! you canā€™t even focus on the phone that was thrown in front of your face, that loserā€™s incoherent yelling crackling through the speakers. you couldnā€™t respond if you wanted to, and you didnā€™t, you rather be making these wrecked sobs, rather be listening to katsukiā€™s panting and deep grunts.
ā€œjust like that, princess,ā€ before he slaps his hand down on your ass so hard you wonder if he let his quirk free just a smidge.
ā€œthis is how this pussy should be fucked, huh! tell him!ā€
heā€™s shoving your face into the comforters on the bed that smell like him, keeping your face turned to the side so the phone doesnā€™t miss. a single decibel of your mewls.
ā€œsā€™good- s- fuck!ā€ and itā€™s not much, but itā€™s all you can choke out. itā€™s enough for katsuki.
he made his point.
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Definitive example of giving someone ā€œFuck me eyesā€ šŸ‘€ šŸ˜
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bakugou plays 21 savage while fucking you.
thatā€™s all.
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IT'S DONE
Whose wife?
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Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.
Heā€™ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. Heā€™ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a ā€œthought ā€˜cha said you didnā€™t have any on yaā€™?ā€ as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesnā€™t need their lunch money, heā€™s got plenty of cash, but he just canā€™t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.
In class, heā€™s no better. Donā€™t get him wrong, heā€™s not stupid by any means. In fact, heā€™s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. Itā€™s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isnā€™t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions heā€™ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured ā€œfuckinā€™ old cuntā€ before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.
Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.
Apart from you, of course
He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.
Heā€™s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where youā€™re from, why heā€™s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.
A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, heā€™ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, heā€™ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, youā€™d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when heā€™s feeling particularly devilish .. Heā€™ll touch you.
Heā€™ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.
ā€œHey, squirt.ā€
ā€œWhat do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.ā€ You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.
The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound youā€™ll forever associate with moments like these.
ā€œYeah, I know. I gottaā€™ talk to you ā€˜bout summinā€™ first though.ā€ His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with itā€™s acidity.
ā€œWhat?ā€
He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact youā€™ve had him by the balls since day one. ā€œFuck was that look today?ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows itā€™s the most adorable little face heā€™s ever seen.
ā€œThat bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t side-eye you.ā€ This time, itā€™s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste ā€” only to be swept back again.
ā€œOh yes you fuckinā€™ did.ā€
Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.
ā€œHey, give it back!ā€
In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.
He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.
ā€œNow, listen here you little shit.ā€ He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. ā€œNext time I see you give me a filthy fuckinā€™ look like that, Iā€™ll punch your fuckinā€™ lights out. Got it?ā€
His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.
ā€œMhm.ā€
You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees ā€” up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsukiā€™s fists rips it up past the small of your back.
ā€œBakugou!ā€ You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you
He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. ā€œWell, wouldjaā€™ look at that.ā€ He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. ā€œI always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, youā€™ve got the cute kind.ā€ He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. ā€œVery pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?ā€
ā€œOw, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!ā€ You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.
After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.
ā€œRemember what I said, yeah?ā€
You donā€™t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.
ā€œHey.ā€ He smacks the back of your head. ā€œRemember what I fuckinā€™ said, yeah?ā€œ
ā€œOuch, yes.ā€ You snap, soothing where his rendition of a ā€œtapā€ nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.
ā€œGood.ā€ He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. ā€œSee you ā€˜round, bitch face.ā€
ā€œPrick.ā€
ā€œWhat was that?ā€
ā€œNothing..ā€
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