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Another superstition: donât trust the fields
This is something my uncle would say all the time. He loved by a huge field and strange things happened in it.
Youâd see shadows and lights dancing about
Hear a voice call your name
And that doesnât mention the odd almost fae like looking boy that couldnât cross my uncles gate that told me and my sister as children that he lived in the field..
These are some of the things my uncle and many of my other family that lived near fields or even owned a field would say:
â Donât trust the fields..â
â when the field is still something bad is about to happen â
â if the field goes quiet run, there is something in the field with you â
â if you see lights in the field never go towards them, theyâre no good.â
â never trust anyone that comes out of the field.. they arenâtâŠ..itâs hard to explain but they arenât what you think they are. â
â if you hear someone call your name from the field do not answer just run home please.â
â donât look into the field at night or in the longest twilight â ïżŒïżŒ
â there are THINGS living in the fields and if you arenât careful theyâll take you with emâ
â if you ever feel something is off run back home, get passed the gate. Youâll be safe then.â
â the shit in the fields is why I put jars in the yard â
â Iâd rather you not go into the field at all, I know youâll try, I know I canât stop you but please donât go into the fields without me there or watching..â
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you've gotta understand i don't post on here to gain followers i do it to empty my mind ruthlessly each day so i dont go insane . me posting about a character is just me shaking my brain upside down to make sure everything comes out
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Tags/Warnings: tutor!yn, football player!Bakugou, werewolf!Bakugou, college au, werewolf mates, yn is hit on my a douchebag and bkg punches him <3
Werewolf!Bakugou who decides he wants to go to college after high school in order to use the football scholarship he earned as the star quarterback.
Werewolf!Bakugou who canât imagine a life not spent chasing the ball in front of him and mowing down the opposition.
Werewolf!Bakugou who figures out the hard way that chasing the ball requires good grades, actually, and that college is nothing like high school.Â
Werewolf!Bakugou who walks into his first tutoring session with you gross, sweaty from practice, and about fifteen minutes late, and you clock three things immediately.Â
One, Bakugou Katsuki is in fact a werewolf; you have The Gift just as you mother had, and you can see it, smell it instantly as he walks through the door. In your mind's eye, you see the beast you know he is in an awkward overlay over his human form, and you don't catch whatever excuse he offers for his tardiness because you're distracted by gleaming crimson eyes and the black ring around them that you know not to be eyeliner, but instead simply his natural coloration.Â
Two, he's sexy as hell, and that makes you wanna rage-quit your job then and there. You work so hard, and yet the higher-ups always plague you with the hottest students to tutorâ you swear they do it on purpose just to dangle what you can never have in front of you like some cruel joke.Â
Threeâ he's looking at you. Not just looking, but looking. You can't meet his eyes any longer, so you roll them to heaven in a silent plea for help.Â
"Just sit down and let's get started now," you tell him, willing your hands to steady as you gesture to the computer monitor next to you. "I only have forty-five minutes left in my shift, and judging by your sheet of objectives, we've got a lot of work to do."
He sits next to you, sweaty, earthy, and a bit smelly, and instead of logging in, he stares at you a bit more, heavily sniffs the air, then sneezes, and sniffs again. You squirm, uncomfortable, and he seems to sense this, because he reluctantly turns to the monitor and puts his too-big hands over the keyboard.Â
You sigh, and think that this will be a long semester.Â
***
The first tutoring session does not go as poorly as Bakugou anticipatesâ but it does not go as well as it might have, either. He spends most of his time there being redirected by the sweet, funny-smelling little thing they assigned to work with him. He doesn't think you realize that you're what's distracting him, or else you'd stop leaning in so close to show him things he couldn't care less about on this google docs thing or whateverâ but he's certainly not going to complain, even if it is a pain to keep his teeth to himself the whole time. You justâ you smell like a chew-toy made specifically for him, but he can't figure out why.Â
It's maddening.Â
Even so, to the relief of his coaches, Bakugou decides to keep showing up, and things get better from there. He gets used to your scentâ something earthy, something natural beneath the smell of pencil lead, pen ink, and paper-smellâ and he tries not to stare quite so often. Meanwhile, you're ever patient, ever gentle, even when he snaps and growls a bit when you apply more pressure than he'd like while working on assignments he doesn't want to do. You make it easy for him to know things about you; you easily volunteer personal information as a way to build rapport, he thinks. It's⊠it's nice to get to know you in this way.Â
There's just one thing that keeps bothering him.Â
"Why don't you ever come to any of my games?" he sulks one day as you comment on your weekend plansâ Netflix with Ben and Jerry, whoever the fuck they were. Fuck Ben and Jerry.Â
You give him a funny look.Â
"And how do you know I don't go?" You ask him, quirking a brow in a way that makes him feel like he's missing something. "There's thousands of people in the stadium when you playâ you wouldn't know if I was there or not, now would you?"
"Yes I would," he shoots back immediately, forgetting himself, and then to his chagrin, you challenge him.Â
"Oh yeah? How?" you demand, arms crossed with a smirk, and he knows he's been had.Â
He couldn't very well say "I could smell you if you were there," now could he?Â
"I just would," he grumbled, crossing his arms and sinking lower into his chair. "Still didn't answer my question.'
You look at him with an unreadable expression for a moment, and then you admit,
"You guys get hurt a lot," you said, eyes cast down on your lap. "I used to go, but my heart leaps into my throat every time I see one of you go downâ which is all the time, really."
Bakugou immediately regrets his attitude when he remembers his teammate, whose knee was in a couple different pieces currently. Of course you had such a sweet and noble reason for not going. Of course he'd made an ass out of himself about it.Â
"Oh," he says, awkward in the face of your revelation, but you reach out and take his hand with a soft smile.Â
"It's alright," you say, your skin warm against his. "In factâ if you really want me to go, I'll come out this Saturday and watch you guys play."
Bakugou immediately perks up at that. Some part of him preens at the thought of you in the stands, watching him being better and faster and stronger than every other man under the lightsâ an irresistible part that makes his teeth itch.Â
"You will?" he asks, uncaring of how eager he must appear to you.Â
"I will," you smile, and he grins back a little too widely.Â
It's not until he leaves the session with you that he realizes that this Saturday is the full moon.Â
***
That next Saturday, you don't tailgate or otherwise celebrate. You're a bit nervous, on edge, but also excitedâ you had forgotten what the collective energy of a fall football crowd had felt like, and now that you're sitting in the stands, watching the game, you remember why you ever even bothered to go.Â
Bakugou is stunning; as you watch him, he's fast and strong and clever as he twists in and out and around the other team's defense, unstoppable, a true alpha. Your heart skips a beat as a huge, hulking player almost Bakugou's size moves to tackle himâ but Bakugou dances just out of reach and all the other player catches is air, warmed slightly by Bakugou's former presence. You've never seen anything like this. He's incredible, and you curse yourself for not coming to watch him sooner.Â
By the end of the game, there's a nervous energy in your chest, a restlessness in your mind; as you wait in line to get down to the field to see Bakugou, part of you wants to shove through the crowd, using your shoulder and sharp elbow to make a way for yourself. Something inside you needs to see him, a deep and desperate urge that you don't quite understand⊠but once your feet finally touch astroturf, you don't see him, and the world suddenly feels too big, too vastâ dizzying.Â
You feel a presence at your side, and a shadow falls over you. You look over, and although the player who has approached you isn't quite Bakugou's size, he's still huge, hulking, and you suddenly feel small.Â
"Hey pretty thing," the man says, smiling widely in a way that makes guttural fear pulsing sickeningly through you. "You looking for somebody?"
You shake your head, finding yourself both literally and figuratively on the back foot as you back away, but the man closes the distance easily, with a single step forward that equals two and a half of your strides.Â
"I think you want to get into the after-party with me," he said, still grinning. "Don't you think you'd look good on my arm?"
The and in my bed goes unspoken, but you hear it anyway, and something wild rises in youâ but then something happens faster than you can blink, and the man is suddenly gone. Instead, you see Bakugou's back, his jersey number printed in large font and your school's colors, and his shoulders are heaving with labored breaths.
He'd punched his teammate straight in the mouth.Â
You watch on, frozen for a moment as Bakugou tears into the bastard, and then suddenly you find your voice and your feet, and as the full moon peaks out from behind the clouds, you call his name:
"Katsuki!" you scream, and when he turns to you, you see that his eyes are no longer human, but flashing fully wolf in the cold, bright light of the stadium. His teeth, you notice, are unnaturally sharp and white, and he looks now somehow more like beast than man.Â
As the other player scrambles to his feet, you lose Bakugouâs attention, and he lunges at his teammate, tackling him to the ground.
I'm that moment, something surges within you; somehow, you feel sure that Bakugou won't stop until his teammate properly submits to him, and you know that no one knows how to actually do thatâ
Except you.Â
Heedless of danger, you step in front of Bakugou, wedge yourself between him and his teammate; you lock eyes with him briefly, enough to catch the attention of brilliant vermillion, then expose your neck, tilting your head to one side as you close your eyes. Immediately, you feel a whiskered cheek rub against yours, accepting the submission with a pleased rumble, and the tension leaves your body entirely.Â
"We need to get out of here," you tell him as you look up and catch a glance at the moon. "People probably saw what just happened, and you don't need to be around humans when youâ"
At that, Bakugou flinches away. He's suddenly, jarringly apart from you, eyes wide and mouth agape, putting pencil-sharp fangs on display.
"Howâ how did youâ"
His eyebrows scrunch in a heart-wrenching mix of confusion and betrayal, but there is no time to deal with that here and now.Â
"Later," you assure him, grabbing one of his hands and pressing it against your neck, once again submitting to his wolf. "Come on, let's go."
Together, you make your way out of the stadium, your hand in his, until you're in a park, surrounded by trees, and far enough away that you're sure not to be bothered by any untimely interruptions. Blessedly, the moon is covered by the foliage of the trees you stand beneath, and you feel certain that Bakugou is relaxed a bit by its absence.Â
"Are you alright?" you ask him, and he looks at you like you've grown another head.Â
"Am Iâ you mean to sayâ uhhâ"
He blinks, shakes his head, then tries again.Â
"What the fuck just happened?" he asks, this time fully articulate, and you giggle.
"I don't see what's so fucking funny," he huffed, crossing his arms. "Are you insane?"
"No more than you are," you grin, and he frowns at you.Â
"Howâ uh, I meanâ why did youâ"
You've had enough of watching Bakugou flounder. Slowly, you step forward, exposing your neck once more, and you say,
"It's alright, Katsuki. I have The Gift. I've known what you are since the day I met you."
You look up to meet his eyes, and Bakugou is⊠less himself. The awkward overlay of his beastly form is back in your vision, and even when you blink a few times, it doesn't go away. The only thing that remains consistent are his eyesâ vibrant, blood-red, and alluring.Â
"Did you take your wolfsbane?" you ask him, and he grunts in what you assume is the affirmative. It would only make sense that he would because of the game, but with the way he's actingâ
"I think the wolf wants to shift anyway," he says, visibly struggling with the words. "I wantâ I mean, it'sâ Jesus fuck, woman, stop with the neck thing before I start gnawing on you!"
You stiffen a bit at that, and Bakugou looks like he could shove his foot in his mouthâ but then the implication of what he said begins to dawn on you, and you smile.Â
"You think of me as pack," you say with a grin. "How cute!"
"N-not pack." He looks at you meaningfully, then. "Not⊠quite."
You blink. You swallow.Â
"Not⊠pack?"
Bakugou looks miserable.
"No," he affirms. "Not pack."
It was always a possibility, you knew. Your mother had warned you long ago. Your own father had been human, of course, but where The Gift was concerned, one could never be sure.Â
"So⊠like mate?"
Bakugou hunches his shoulders with shame, but nods tentatively.Â
"Before, I wasn't sure," he admits, "but now, under the moonâŠ"
He grimaces, and your heart breaks for him. Slowly, you step forward and reclaim his hand with a smile, and he lets you.Â
"How close are you to your shift?" you ask gently, rubbing your thumb over the skin of his knuckles.Â
"Close," he huffs. "Youâ you gotta get outta here, you can't be here for when Iâ"
"I know," you tell him, understanding.Â
"Don'tâ don't run, though." He eyes you up and down, and you swear you can see a wolf-tail swish despite his rueful expression. "I'll want to chase if you run."
An interesting detailâ you file it away for later.Â
"I won't," you promise, still holding his hand in yours, "but in return, I need you to make a promise to me."
Bakugou growls lightly at that, frustrated, but you lift his hand to your neck, place it there, and it soothes him.Â
"Promise me that when you're recovered from your shift, you'll find me," you say. "We need to talk about this properlyâ and from here on out, I'll need to tell my supervisors that I can't tutor you anymore."
Hurt flashes in Bakugou's eyes, and you can see that he's wounded, but you press his hand more firmly against your neck as you add,
"After all, tutors aren't allowed to date their studentsâ can't give HR a reason to fire me."
A million different emotions flicker in Bakugou's eyes, and the vision of his wolf gets a little strongerâ but he takes his hand away, shuddering.Â
"Get the hell outta here," he says, looking at you now with eyes that are peeling off your clothes layer by layer, "or else I don't think I'll give you a choice in the matter."
At that, you grin.Â
"Is it a deal, then?"
Bakugou grunts.Â
"You bet your sweet ass it is. Now fuck offâ I'll find you when I'm me again."
It is with a certain thrill of satisfaction that you turn on your heel, leaving Bakugou there in the copse of trees in the center of the park. You know he will do just as he said; you know that he is made for you, and you for him.Â
You know you've found your mate.Â
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CW: cheating, mistress, no happy ending
Stoopppppp 505 by Arctic monkeys reminds you of when youâd causally hook up with Bakugou⊠the endless hotel rooms and the broken beds⊠soft kisses turning rough as the minutes tick by but no amount of time was enough, he was a drug, your drug and when he finally cut you off⊠well withdraw was a bitch
And you missed him
The sex, the conversations, the way his back would look when heâd stand up, full of scratches and bite marks and scars
You knew your place, you knew youâd only were a pastime, a stupid mistake that he kept making even with a wife waiting for him to come home
That didnât Stop you, because who isnât full of mistakes and regret? It felt good, being his and having him worship you in all his glory
You knew, if he called, you would run back to him no matter the pain and tears that would engulf you when he left, the hotel room door clicking shut behind him and some cash for a taxi home left on the nightstandâŠ
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Day 21 of Kinktober 2022
Summary: Katsuki likes to keep you full up.
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Your face is the very picture of a nervous wreck as you sit at the restaurant table with your lover and public hero figure, Katsuki Bakugou. The two of you are currently on a double date with Kaminari Denki and Mina Ashido, and they stare at you like beady, bug eyed creatures, studying you with buzzing excitement at the fact that their best friend has finally, finally got a girlfriend.
Meanwhile, you shift awkwardly in your seat and hope to God that none of your boyfriendâs cum has leaked from your stretched, aching, needy cunt.
He had just enough time to tease you before you left to meet up with his friends. He wanted you filled to leaking with his cum to show him how devoted you are as he takes you to meet his friends, meanwhile, you werenât allowed even a single orgasm.
Your belly bulges with just how many times he got to fill you up, and your legs rub together in an attempt to give your throbbing pussy some friction and relief.
âuhm⊠Excuse me- I- Iâm gonna go to the bathroom-âŠâ
Your hands shake as you get up from the table, noticing Katsukiâs warning gaze as he watches you quickly scramble for the gender neutral bathrooms.
His eyes stay mostly fixed on your ass, but heâs still suspicious of you. After all, he doesnât want all of that cum to go to waste after all he went through to gift it to you.
After about five minutes, he starts to get even more suspicious, and he excuses himself to come and check on you. Part of him is a little worried- you were looking a little queasy, but he just figured heâd make sure you were alright.
âBabe?âŠâ
âIn here-â
You were desperate for his touch and to finally have your orgasm that you just couldnât take his teasing anymore. So here you are, cramped up in the bathroom as Katsuki walks in, struggling to close the door behind him.
He canât resist you, and you know he canât, so your plan is to beg for it. Thereâs no possible way that he could resist you.
His eyes immediately darken as he takes in your out of breath, blushing form, the top buttons of your blouse undone to reveal the freckle on your bust that he loves to pay special attention to.
Itâs like heâs an animal in heat, suddenly invading your personal space in all the right ways and nuzzling the crook of your breasts. Wordlessly, he hikes up your thigh, squeezing the plush, squishy flesh and biting your tits like a man having his last meal.
The one free hand hikes up your shirt to press at the bulge of your bloated belly, pushing down. You squirm in response, whining and closing your legs as some of his cum leaks into your underwear, lubing you up easily along with your own arousal.
âFuck- do you even know what you do to me?â
His words are lost on you as you focus only on the gravelly sound of his voice, grounding you like the gravel on the floor itself. You focus so hard on his voice, that the sound of his zipper being undone goes straight to the back of your mind.
Hopefully the two of you are alone in here, because your hushed whispers arenât nearly as discreet as you think them to be, and any sounds echo off tile walls in the bathroom. You pay no mind to it, though, distracted by the cool air hitting your most intimate areas before heâs buried deep inside of you like you were meant to warm him, and keep him there.
The two of you arenât exactly quick about it, as Katsuki has his second orgasm in the deepest parts of you, his spend now leaking down your thighs in several messy rivulets, mixing with your sweat as you can no longer hold any more of him.
Mina and Denki may be idiots sometimes, but theyâre not stupid. They know exactly what youâre doing, and the whisper and giggle among themselves as the thought.
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stuck | bakugou katsuki
synopsis ⏠bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesnât feel like helping
warnings ⏠stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you donât like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything
pairings ⏠agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader
word count ⏠3.7k
Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed â not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.
Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.
You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.
It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.
You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.
Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.
Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.
The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.
Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.
His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.
His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.
You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"
God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.
As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.
Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.
"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"
"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.
"âthat girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."
"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.
"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.
By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.
Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy â landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a clichĂ© from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.
You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.
The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"
You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.
"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde â whose name you can't bother remembering â standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."
"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.
"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can seeâ" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "âI'm a little stuck, can you help me?"
"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.
"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.
The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.
"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."
"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Donât tell me youâre a dumbass,"
"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?
"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.
"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.
"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.
"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.
"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"
Bakugou. Bakugou.
The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.
Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate âlike a bitch in heatâ. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?
Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.
To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.
"W- Wait... Please don'tâ... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.
Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.
Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?
You couldn't be more wrong.
His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back â holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.
His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"
One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.
You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers â he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room â praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.
Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.
The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.
"N- No..! I'm not...!"
"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"
Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.
He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!â..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.
"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."
"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.
"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.
Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsuâ i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.
"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."
"FuâFuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingersâ please..!
He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn â you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.
Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.
He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.
He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably couldâve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. âdummy doesnât know basic physics, couldâve opened it yourself, bitch,â
Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward â making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you donât even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.
As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly â forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.
"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."
It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.
"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.
You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.
Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.
"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"
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KiriBakuDeku Monstertober Week
Hey guys! Itâs me Glitch1d, I am back! I have been hard at work for this October month because everyone knows that October is a writers favourite month. Iâve been wracking my brain, surfing the web and writing for this coming week in October (the 10th to the 16th), we are going to be... drum roll... MONSTER FUCKERS! OH MY GOD! GLITCH1D, YOUâRE SO AMAZING! I know I am excited for whatâs about to go down. Since it is spooky month, my birth month and one of my favourite characters, Eijiro Kirishimaâs birthday month, I wanted to do this week for yall. Â
Come to think of it, I could have done an Eijiro Kirishima week... Well itâs too late for that. Â
Going forward, all my readers are AFAB this week and will go by they/them pronouns unless I say otherwise. I will try to put warnings on every chapter if one of the characters use a gender specific term, however please also be aware that I do identify myself as mostly female so that will translate into my writing.Â
Every day from the 10th to the 16th we will have some sort of NSFW or SFW piece (though very little of the latter) for one of our three characters. I was planning on leaving the last werewolf KiriBakuDeku for day 7 but thatâs Eijiroâs birthday and I would rather be damned than let him share a birthday fic with Bakugou and Deku. So... TADA!Â
Day 1: In your Debt
Vampire Midoriya (10 October)Â
You were almost eaten alive, seconds away from getting sucked dry, when all of a sudden, a green haired vampire comes in to save you. And you will no doubt needs his help again, but heâs hungry too. (NSFW Warning) [Uploaded]
Day 2: The Demon, Kacchan
Demon Bakugou (11 October)Â
You knew you should have never listened to Denki when he suggested going to that frat party. Now you were being sacrificed to a demon they all call, Kacchan. (NSFW Warning) [Uploaded]
Day 3: Exploring Each Other
Siren/Merman Kirishima (12 October)Â
You always loved taking a walk on the beach, when suddenly, the most beautiful voice is heard far into the waves. (NSFW Warning) [Uploaded]
Day 4: Bound by Eternity
Kitsune Midoriya (13 October)Â
You had always served at your parents' shrine. And the deity of that shrine has taken more than a liking to you. He soon realises why. Â (NSFW Warning)
Day 5: Mr Snake
Naga Bakugou (14 October)Â
They always told you to stay out of the forest. Sometimes the snakes there were bigger than you thought they were. Â (NSFW Warning.)
Day 6: Owing you
Werewolf Bakugou, Kirishima and Midoriya (15 October)Â
You stumble upon a pack of werewolves that are hungry and take an interest in you. They also really like how you smell by the way. And look what nice legs you got. (NSFW Warning)
Day 7: Is this yours?
Dragon Kirishima (16 October)Â
Your grandfather always warned you of the boys with giant smirks and playful eyes, but she never warned you about the kind ones with sharp teeth and dragon wings. (NSFW Warning)
Happy Birthday to Eijiro on the 16th!! Enjoy the Monstertober Week yall!! <3
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Day 2: The demon, Kacchan
Demon/incubus Bakugou x Human AFAB Reader
You knew you should have never listened to Denki when he suggested going to that frat party. Now you were being sacrificed to a demon they all call, Kacchan. 5,9k (NSFW Warning.)
Note: Degradation, Kacchan being rude. Reader and Denki get drugged. Demons. Reader gets called a princess like once. Hinted Kiribaku. Denki makes a joke about reader's parents relationship in one line. (cries in unhappy marriage child)
âThis is all your fault Denki.â You scolded your vivid blond best friend as you were both currently sitting at the back of a van, blind folded and tied up. Â
âMe! How is this my fault?â He asked confused and if you could see him, you would have noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed. He was somewhere near you. You werenât sure where but all you cared about was the fact that he could hear you, therefore you could shout at him for putting you in this situation. Â
You wiggled in your restraints trying to get closer to him. You growled out at him in anger. âHow is it your fault!? You took me to this party that I wanted no part in!â You shouted at him. Â
It was true. You wanted to stay home and spend the rest of your night watching your favourite show and stuffing your face in food and drinking enough energy drinks to probably keep you awake till next week. You could have been having a splendid time if your overexcited best friend hadnât practically forced you out in your pajamas to a frat party that wasnât even that great. He had forced you to change in the car as you drove there. Â
You both arrived at the party, him excited of course and probably high on the smell of smoke in the air. You werenât exactly anti-parties, but you had gone out with Denki enough times that week to know that you just wanted to be at home. At first, you stuck to Denki as he made his way through the party. You smiled and greeted everyone you knew, made conversation, you tried to at least enjoy yourself while you were there. You had a drink or two, nothing bad. You watched Denki get absolutely schooled in beer pong. Everything was actually going well. Â
Until the world started getting hazy and you found yourself being pushed into a van with your best friend already drunk off his axis. Which is how you got here. Shouting your lungs off at him at the back of the van as you tried to thrash around, hopefully hitting him in your actions. If you were going to brutally murdered in the forest for some sick pyschopaths at least you wanted Denki to know it was his fault. Â
âMy mother always warned me about you!â You shouted at him. âShe told me you were a bad influence, and she was right!â Â
âWELL SHE WASNâT RIGHT ABOUT HER HUSBAND NOW WAS SHE!â Denki shouted. âBesides, where would you be without me?âÂ
âHaving straight good grades and a sleep schedule!âÂ
âWho needs those things?âÂ
âWe do, Denki!âÂ
âWHY DONâT YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP!â Someone shouted from the front of the van, clearly annoyed with the both of you talking and bickering like little pre-schoolers. You heard the same guy. The purple haired, tired man shook his head as he tried to focus on the dark road. âJeez, I wish I could just go home and sleep.â He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. âIs Midoriya already there?â He asked the person sitting in the passenger seat. Â
She nodded with a hum. âYep.â She tapped at her phone, making sure that everything would be ready once they got there. âHim and Todoroki said they already have everything set up, Shinso.â The woman turned to him, her dark grey eyes on him as they soon came to a stop to the road. âAll thatâs left to do is take them there and the ritual can begin.â She told him, opening the door as the van came to a stop itself. Â
Shinso groaned as he undid his seatbelt. âIt better, Momo. I donât see why we had to grab the two noisiest people on this planet.â He grumbled. Â
âSomething I asked myself when I fucked your parents.â You shot back at him.Â
âWOOOOOO!â Denki shouted, cheering you on. âBURN!â He shouted. Â
You both chuckled at the joke at the purple haired man, who slammed the door in annoyance. Him and Momo walked to the back, opening the doors to the van to grab the both of you. It was dark in the forest. Almost pitch black, other than the glowing moon and bright night sky. Shinso pulled Denki out of the van first before pulling you. Momo pulled your blindfolds off but just moved them to your mouths to shut the both of you up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you mumbled out to her in anger at being kidnapped. Of course, Denki joined you before realising how attractive the both of them were. He wiggled his eyebrows at Shinso who only gave him an annoyed look. Â
âMove!â He shoved your vivid blond best friend forward. Â
You looked around as the two of you were forced to walk alongside them up what seemed to be a forest path. It was dark out, still night, but you werenât sure of the time. You were drugged when you were grabbed at the party, so you really didnât have much of a concept of time. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what they wanted with the both of you. Judging by their words, they were probably part of a cult. Â
Your suspicions were confirmed when you were both pushed into a clearing in the middle of the dense dark woods. Surrounding a circle with candles at certain points were men and women dressed in cloaks. Most of them wore vivid orange cloaks while a specific one of them wore a black one that had an orange rope tied around his waist instead. They all had some sort of black make up on their face drawn as a sort of mask across their eyes. Â
You and Denki shared a glance. Â
Definitely a cult. Â
âMidoriya!â Shinso called as he walked over towards the circle. Turning around in the black cloak was a man with green curly hair and vivid green eyes with freckles all over his face that disappeared down his neck. He was cute, even with the make-up and the whole cult thing. It always had to be the attractive ones that were batshit crazy. He looked at the both of you for a moment, before his face split into one of sort of excitement. âWe brought them.â Shinso continued. Â
The man named Midoriya smiled broadly as he clapped his hands. âAmazing. Thank you, brother Shinso.â He thanked as he went around the circle to head towards you and Denki. Â
You looked around the circle, looking at all the other people. There was a man with dark blue hair and sharp ticked eyebrows. Another man had hair split in the middle of red and white, who looked rather stoic. There was a pink cheeked woman who followed Midoriya, she had shot brown hair, with a small pony at the back of her head. Lastly there was another green haired woman with big wide eyes and a cute smile. Why did they all look like such nice ordinary people. It made it exceedingly hard to hate them. But then again, you were just waiting for the whole âgoing to be sacrificedâ thing to kick in. Â
Midoriya stood before you and Denki with a soft smile. âWelcome, now I know you have many questions but those arenât important right now.â Denkiâs face scrunched up in confusion at Midoriyaâs words. âWhat is important is this process that you are about to be part of.â He told you almost as if it was a wonderful thing. You looked at this guy as if he was crazy. Mostly because he was. Midoriya looked between you and Denki before deciding on settling on you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. âDonât worry, Iâm sure heâll like you.â Midoriya grabbed you and started pulling you to where he was previously standing. Â
You tried screaming to Denki as you tried to fight out of Midoriyaâs hold which was surprisingly strong for how he looked. Denkiâs eyes widened as he tried shouting your name through the muffled cloth but he was kept back by Momo and Shinso. You tried fighting your way to your best friend, but it wasnât working. You were forced against your will to your knees by the head of the circle in front of Midoriya. Â
Midoriya looked up at the sky, keeping his hands on you. He cleared his throat before looking to the man with dark blue hair. He nodded his head. âIida, would you mind.â Â
Iida shook his head as he cleared his throat. He opened up a book with an image of what looked like an explosion imprinted on the leather cover. He started saying some words in a language you didnât understand. Thatâs when you noticed that the black sand they had used to draw the circle was starting to glow a sort of neon orange. In the circle was what looked like the exact same symbol on the book but much larger of course. All of them started humming and it was then that you felt as though you were truly about to die. You looked around at all of them, hoping someone, anyone would do something. You looked to Denki with scared eyes. Denki was still shouting his throat raw as he tried fighting against Shinso and Momo to get to you. He wasnât exactly what nonsense was going on but he sure wasnât going to stand for it. Â
However, nothing prepared you for when you notice that in the middle of the circle, there was sparking of almost something igniting. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it. Then suddenly a huge explosion went off, hot air blowing in your face as you leaned back slightly. It caused you to close your eyes at how bright it was, and if your hands werenât bound behind your back, you would have covered your ears too.Â
âWHO FUCKING DARES TO DISRUPT ME!â A loud voice went out in the area as the fire didnât stop. You looked up at the pillar of the flames. Soon the flames grew lower but they didnât cease completely. Floating above the ground with a scowl on his face was what you could only call a demon. He had ash blond hair that looked rather spikey. His eyes glowed a vivid bright orange light as he barred his teeth with sharp canines at you. He had black bull like horns on his head but otherwise looked mostly like a man. His hands from the elbows down seemed to fade into black and looked more like claws than anything. A black demon tail swung behind him as he growled down at all of you. Â
All the many different cult people went to their knees and bowed at the being in front of you. Â
Midoriya was the only kept standing as he reached a hand up forward. âOh your regency and amazing Kacchan.â He said to the being. Â
The demon, Kacchanâs, face fell in almost annoyance. His eyes stopped glowing as he fell down to the ground. Thatâs when you saw that truly his eyes were of the richest blood red that you had ever seen in your life. Sleeked half lidded eyes with eyelashes that made him look like a modal. âOh its Deku and his fucking fan club.â He said almost like it was a continuous occurrence that he had gone through. He rolled his eyes. âWhat do you want, fucking nerd?â He asked as he put a hand to his thin waist. He picked at his teeth as he waited for a response.Â
âOh great Kacchan,â Kacchan rolled his eyes. âWe sacrifice and offer up this mortal being,â Midoriya pushed you into the circle, making the fire around it grow at the presence of a new organic being that was there. You looked up at the demon, Kacchan with wide eyes. He looked up at you without a particular emotion other than a raised eyebrow. âin exchange for Eijiro Kirishima back.â That caught the demonâs attention. âWe kinda...â Midoriya scratched the back of his head with a chuckle. âWe need him to win the basketball game against our rivals, B-Team.â He let out in embarrassment. Â
The blond folded his arms over his chest with an annoyed look. âNow what if I donât want to give back the redhead? Then what?â He asked with a raised eyebrow. Midoriya opened his mouth but then had a rather blank expression on his face. Kacchan tilted his head to the side with a glare. âYou didnât think about that, now did you, stupid nerd?â He asked. Midoriya chuckled in embarrassment as he looked down away from the scrutinizing gaze of the blond. Â
The demon rolled his eyes. âFucking idiots.â He grumbled under his breath as he walked over to you. âOi! You.â He bent down and ripped the gag out of your mouth. He looked down at you with a frown. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You just blinked up at him for a moment. âY/N.â Â
âWell, youâre mine now, sweet thing.â He pointed towards himself. You scrunched up your face as you looked him up and down. He wasnât exactly ugly. He was really attractive, actually. He just seemed like he frowned more than he smiled. That was real unfortunate. Your eyes judged his appearance for a moment, judging his all-black fashion. Kacchanâs eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl. âHey! Donât look at me like that! What the fuck are you looking at?âÂ
âYou.â Â
âOf course, youâre looking at me dipshit!âÂ
âThen why did you ask?âÂ
âYOU WERE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS A FUCKI-âÂ
âStop shouting, Iâm right here. Thereâs no need to shout, dickwad.â You told him. Â
Kacchan seethed in rage as he balled his hands into fists. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. He clenched his jaw as he tried to control his anger. âYou were looking at me like I was a fucking piece of pie. Now stop it.â Â
You just stared up at him blankly. Kacchan sighed in defeat. âWhatâs your name?â You asked him. Â
Kacchan opened his mouth to answer. âKacchan!â Midoriya answered for him chirpy. Â
Kacchan turned to the green haired man with anger in his eyes. âNo one was talking to you, you damn nerd!â He shouted at him. He turned back to look down at you. âMy name is Bakugou Katsuki.â He answered your question. âNow lets go.â He pulled you up to your feet easily by the scruff of your neck.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
âTo my dimension.â He answered you as he turned his back to Midoriya and drew a line with his hand down the centre of the circle. Instantly an orange portal appeared. Â
âBut I have a lecture in the morning.â You told him honestly.Â
Bakugou looked down at you. He frowned. âShame. You wonât need fucking classes where weâre going.â He told you. Â
âBut I want to go to my class. Iâm doing good in that one.â Â
Bakugou groaned as he looked up at the starry sky. He looked at you with a scowl. âWhy do you talk so much?â He glared down at you. He reached a hand through the portal, seemingly grabbing something. Suddenly, he pulled something out of the portal. Someone, actually. Stumbling out of the portal dressed in shorts and was otherwise bare to the cool air was a giant redhead with long thick red hair. He looked around with wide ruby eyes in surprise. He was giant and packed with muscles. Clearly very athletic and fit. âOi! Eijiro.â Bakugou spoke. That caught the redheadâs attention as he turned to the blond. âGo win the game and I expect you back by next week.â He instructed the redhead. Â
The redheadâs face fell at that. âAwww, what?â He asked almost angry at that. âI donât want to go.â He whined with a frown. The blond however just looked at him unimpressed. That just made the redhead sigh with a slumped expression. âFine.â He let out with a pout. He then caught sight of you being held up by Bakugou. Thatâs when it clicked. That was one of your star basketball players that people say often just disappeared but was always miraculously there for games. Kirishima Eijiro. He winked down at you with a supportive smile. âDonât worry. Katsuki is fun. Though I do hope you have high stamina, youâll need it with that guy.â He motioned to Bakugou who only growled at his words. Kirishima chuckled putting his hands up in surrender. âCalm down Kitty Kat. Iâll see you soon. Donât miss my dick too much.â He let out with an air kiss and a wink before turning around to leave the circle. He perked up. âOh! Hey Izuku.â He let out happily. Â
Bakugou rolled his eyes before throwing you through the portal without a second thought. Â
You landed on marbled floors with a thud. âOw.â You let out as you slowly sat up, off the ground. You then noticed that it was seriously bright wherever you were. You opened your eyes as you looked around. It was then that you noticed that it was suddenly daytime. You carefully pushed yourself off the ground to stand up. Â
Your eyes widened when you realised you werenât in the forest anymore. You were currently staring out into the sea. The endless deep blue ocean with the cool air hitting your face. It was beautiful with sand the same colour as Bakugouâs hair and palm trees. You were standing in what looked to be a sort of white marbled building of sorts. There wasnât any glass to stop the fresh air from hitting you and the sound of the waves from reaching your ears. The starry sky reflected down on the ocean surface almost in a beautiful mirage of an endless pool of stars.Â
âLike the view?â You turned around to find Bakugou standing there with his hands in his pockets. The portal gone as he stood where it once was. You didnât answer him as you looked around. Thatâs when you noticed that it all looked like some huge stone villa. Bakugou hummed as he too looked around. âNot what you expected.â You shook your head as an answer. Bakugou frowned at your lack of verbal responses. âNow come on, you were all yappy just a few moments ago, now you want to be quiet?âÂ
You folded your arms and looked away from him with your nose turned up. âWhat happened to me talking too much?â You asked him with a huff. Â
Bakugou looked at you in disbelief. âOh come on.â You kept your composure as you looked away from him, turning your attention away from him. You walked away trying to look around the place. It seemed like something straight out of a heritage site yet new and uncracked. You walked towards the wide open space, looking around the area. To one side, up some steps was a round bed with lace hanging from the ceiling around it. Around the place were beautiful lanterns with intricate patterns that lit the place up with dim lighting. Enough to see but it really wasnât necessary with how bright the stars and the moon were. With your eyes wide, you walked towards the bed. âOi! Donât ignore me!â Bakugou huffed as he folded his arms over his chest with a frown as you kept snooping around his place. Â
You soon realised that the whole place was on an island. A rather small island, if you thought about it. You wondered if he was the only one on this little island. It seemed so, as you didnât see much traces of anyone else other than him. You walked around trying to snoop around his place in inspection. Â
âHey! I-â Bakugou realised that just shouting at you wouldnât work. You didnât seem to listen to a word he was saying. He sighed as he stayed where he was standing close to his bed. He closed his eyes and brought his head down. âCan you please listen to me. Iâm sorry for saying you talk too much.â He apologised, rather painfully if he were to be honest. He opened his eyes and noticed that you finally took interest in him again. Your eyes looked to him again as you tilted your head at him in wonder. Your eyes then glared at him for a moment, almost checking if he was being genuine. Bakugou didnât move, waiting to see what you would do. Deciding that you were okay with him again, you waddled over to him. Bakugou smiled. âGreat. Now here are some ground rules...â He started a bit more seriously. âDonât go to the water by yourself. Do not break anything. Donât use any of my magical items. Donâ-âÂ
âAre you the only one who lives here?â Â
Bakugou stopped talking as he looked down at you in surprise as you looked up at him inquisitively. He frowned at your question. âYes. Now a-âÂ
âIsnât that lonely?â You looked around at his room. âWhere is your family and friends?â You asked him confused. Â
âI donât know, my old hag and my pops are somewhere off on holiday and my friends are in their own dimensions.â He waved his hand to the side as if it didnât matter. âAnyway, donât-âÂ
âSounds really lonely. Iâm sorry about that.â You tell him with a concerned look. Bakugou sort of just gave up trying to talk to you as he saw it a waste of his time. Not if you would just interrupt him at every interval. He sighed as he just slumped, putting a hand over his eyes at the fact that he couldnât even talk to you without you interrupting him. You tilted your head in confusion at his exasperation. You looked around again. âSo do you have any food? Iâm kinda hungry. Getting drugged does that to you.â Â
âI donât eat food.â He told you honestly. He folded his arms over his broad and thick chest. He was dressed in a black tank top and low hanging black cargo pants that suited his whole aesthetic if you were honest. You also noticed that he had a really small waist. Â
You scrunched up your face at him. âThen how do you eat?â Â
âIâm an incubus.â He revealed to you. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. At least it made sense how he was so damn sexy. He was made to look that way to seduce you into bed with him. âThe more I have sex, the more sustained I am, in powers, appearance and health.â He explained to you. The blond thought for a moment as he took a few steps back. He thought about your original request. You were hungry. He couldnât blame you. He knew what Midoriya and his crazy group of followers did to those they kidnapped. They drugged you and just threw you in the back of a van. He found it rather amusing, if he were honest, but he also knew that they were crazy so it wasnât that much of a surprise. Bakugou hummed. âI could... get you food...â He said with an optimistic tone. Your expression brightened up. âBut it would come with a price.â Your face fell and his only turned brighter. Â
He placed his hands in his pockets, his low hanging pants revealed his sex lines to you, deep and cut out. He had a devious smirk on his face, one that seemed to belong there as he was rather relaxed right now. He turned to not face you. You watched as his tail swished left and right curling behind him. Â
âYou see, Eijiro and I were about to fuck when we were interrupted by the stupid nerd.â He informed you. âSo this whole day, Iâve been rather abstinent.â Â
You raised an eyebrow at him. âYou call a day without sex, abstinence?â Â
He grinned, a full set of sharp teeth over at you. âIs it not, sugar?âÂ
You frowned. You thought about it. Weighing the pros and cons. In exchange for something you had to pleasure him. It wasnât too much of an ask, considering you would technically be feeding him, and he was hot as well. Besides, if you did this, maybe he could give you anything else you would have wanted. If you thought about it optimistically, he was basically like a sugar daddy. You smiled as you put your hands to your waist. âAlright then.â You said sweetly. âWhat do you want from me?â Â
He smirked. He turned to the side and walked over to a cushioned chair. He fell back effortlessly, his legs spread wide as he leaned back into the chair. He placed his hands on his lap as he looked back at you. He motioned down to his crotch that was now steadily starting to become more apparent. âSuck my cock.â He ordered with an almost overbearing smirk. Â
You raised an eyebrow at the request. You slowly walked right over to him. You looked down at him, your eyes not holding a specific emotion. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and went onto your knees in front of him. You looked up at him, with wide expectant eyes, as you sat between his spread legs waiting for what he wanted you to do. Well that was new, Bakugou thought. He didnât expect you to become so pliant so quickly. Was he going to complain? Â
Fuck no. Â
Bakugou brought his hand to your head, moving his warm large hand to just underneath your chin. He forced your head up to look at him. Your eyes looking up at him, waiting on his every word. He smirked. He could get used to this view. He admired your features for a moment, enjoying every second of this. âTake it out...â He bent down closer to your face, moving his lips to your ear. âSlut.âÂ
You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back a moan at the degrading term. You reached forward as he straightened up in front of you. You undid his pants and slowly reached in to take his cock out. While you took out the his hot cock out of his pants, you admire his abdomen and the muscles he had earned for them. Carefully gripping his cock, you took him out, he was already hot an heavy in your hands. His cock was just as beautiful as him. Curved just a bit, in a way that you knew it would hit all the good spots inside you, with a thick head and a prominent vein on the side. Â
Bakugou watched comfortably as you practically salivated over his cock. He brought his hand to your chin, his fingers pressing your lips together to look up at him. âYou said you were hungry, so fucking suck it.â Â
He let go of you. You nodded your head. You lifted your lips up to his cock. âYes...sir.â You whispered as you never removed eye contact as you licked up his shaft with little to no hesitation. Â
Bakugou bit his bottom lip as he watched you lick up his shaft like a ice lolli. You closed your eyes with a quiet moan at the taste of him. He even tasted sexy. Sweet actually. Something like salted caramel but something unique to him. You werenât sure what it was but it tasted too good to ignore. You brought your mouth up to the head of his cock. You wrapped your mouth around him, sucking on the head of his cock, letting your mouth swirl around the head. Bakugou put his head back as he groaned into the air at the rush of pleasure that went up his body. It was damn relieving to feel your mouth on him like that. He felt so much better as all the pent up feelings inside him slowly started to relax and still. Â
He nodded his head down to you as he watched you through half lidded lust filled eyes. Your lips were covered in saliva as you slowly sucked his cock. Where your mouth couldnât reach, you used your hand to pump his cock. Bakugou moaned as he brought a hand to your cheek. He tapped your cheek gently. âOpen up wider, I know you can.â He motivated you, which was met with immediate compliance as you widened your mouth and tried to relax your throat to let him in deeper. This caused for him to hit the back of your throat only making Bakugou roll his eyes back with a moan. âFucking damn it. Youâre so perfect. Youâre doing so well, sucking my cock like a professional.â He praised you, stroking your cheek. Â
With his hard length inside your mouth, you only tried your best to give him as much pleasure as you could. You bobbed your head on his cock, letting spit dribble down your face to your chest. You held your breath as well as you could, wanting to please him before even allowing yourself to breathe. Bakugou found it almost admirable. You gasped as your lungs burned. You kept on moving your hands up and down his cock. Â
âFuck... fuck, put your mouth back on my cock. I want to cum down your throat.â He told you as he sat up slightly, bringing his hand to the back of your head. Without a second to waste, you dove right back down, relaxing your body and loosening your mouth and throat to make space for his cock. Bakugou immediately began to face fuck you, eyes closed in pleasure as he moaned into the air. The sounds of his pleasure made you clench, your underwear soaked as you allowed him to use your mouth as he saw fit. Tears sprung to your eyes as he harshly slammed his cock into the back of your throat. âSuch a good slut. A good fucking princess for sir. You want me to cum down your throat? You want to be a good cocksucker and take everything I fucking give you?â You nodded your head as best you could, much too eager for your own goodness. Bakugouâs grip on you was tight and harsh. You felt him tense up with your hands now on his thighs. He rolled his eyes back as he gasped for a second. âFuck.â He drawled out in a groan as you felt his release fill your mouth. You quickly swallowed as much as you could, closing your eyes at how overwhelmed you felt. He kept your mouth there for a few more long seconds, not wanting a single drop to escape your mouth. Â
Suddenly you felt him let go of you. You gasped as you leaned back, your mouth wide open as you were heaving in air into your lungs. Your eyes were closed as your chest moved rapidly. Bakugou leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked back down at your messy state. Your appearance a mess but it was your spread legs with underwear that stuck to your sex that really caught his attention. He chuckled. Â
âFine.â He slipped off the chair, down on his knees as well. âYou needy little shit. Iâll take care of you.â He spread your legs and pulled away your underwear to see your glistening lips. âLook at that. Drenching yourself already.â He brought his hand to your face once more, forcing you to look up at him. You looked up at him hazy, your bottom lip out as you were forced to look at him. Bakugouâs red crimson eyes were stuck on you with newfound possession. âIâm glad those fucks sent you to me. Iâm such a whore, itâs hard to find someone like me who loves passion just as much. So I might keep you around, babes... who knows what we could get up to.âÂ
âOh fuck!â You shouted as you felt Bakugouâs cock nudge a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans were straight out of a porn video and one would have thought of you having gone through a hurricane with how you look. You were bouncing up and down Bakugouâs cock, your hands on his chest bracing yourself as you moved yourself up and down. You could barely breathe more than short shallow gasps as you felt so overwhelmed with his cock, it was hard to actually breathe. Bakugou lay down on his bed, a hand behind his head as he admired you as you cried out to the heavens for him. âKatsuki! Katsuki, right there! Youâre cockâs so fucking good.â You let out almost in a sob as tears sprung to your eyes. Â
Bakugou chuckled as he guided your hips, a hand on your hip this whole time. âThatâs it. Such a good cocksleeve. Youâre doing so well. Look at you, you arenât sobbing this time. Youâre adapting.â His voice was so condescending and derogatory, yet you couldnât quite care. You loved the way he would talk to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath him, there only for his pleasure an yet he would also praise you as if you were a deity worthy of it. Your thighs shook as you clamp down on him. You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. âCome on, baby, cum for me.â He encouraged you as he stroked your sides lazily with a sloppy grin on his face. Â
âHey Katsuki, Iâm ba-â The words were sucked right out of Kirishimaâs mouth as he stepped through the portal. His eyes were wide as he held a packet of caramel popcorn in his hand. His red ruby eyes went wide at the scene in front of him. Â
You squealed as you gushed all over Bakugouâs cock on top of him. Your sex wrapped tightly around him, trying to milk him for all he could give to you. Bakugou hummed as he watched you once again cum on his cock, collapse on top of him easily at the overstimulation. Your body twitched a bit as you breathed. He shushed you as he stroked your back gently. However, to his surprise, you started moving your hips. Â
Bakugou let out a loud laugh. âYou still want more?â He asked surprised but amused. âMy, my sugar. I think youâre after my own heart.â Bakugou turned his crimson gaze over to the frozen redhead with a now very prominent strained cock. He grinned, licking his lips. âHey big red, Iâve missed you.â He motioned down to you on his chest. âWanna join?âÂ
Kirishima looked between you and Bakugou. You shakily turned your head to look at him as well. Kirishima took a moment to truly let it all click in his head. Then he was nodding his head furiously. He threw the popcorn to a nearby chair as he started tearing off his clothes immediately. He grinned. âIs that even a question?âÂ
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How do i "write" a spell?
I have a post for that.Â
Letâs talk about spell-writing. Writing spells is intimidating and scary sometimes, right? But it doesnât have to be. There are quick and painless ways to plan and write spells and Iâm going to share one of them with you.Â
This method is heavily symbol-based, which means that a lot of the spells it turns out are going to fall into the category of sympathetic magic. (Think âlike attracts likeâ.) It focuses on four main parts of the situation:
The Problem
The Desired Change
The Action (or the Release of Change)
The Desired Outcome
For this method to spell writing, the first thing you do is identify the problem or what you want to change. You use this to determine the symbol that is going to be the base or central theme of the spell. (Sometimes, this is an object that represents the person, or a token from that person.)
Examples:
Witch #1 wants to write a love spell that will bring someone theyâre interested in closer to them. They decide to base their spell around the King and Queen pieces from a chess set, with tokens (personal objects) to tie the chess pieces to the themselves and their target.Â
Witch #2 is writing a healing spell for their cat. They base their spell around a charm bag that represents the part of the body that needs healing, and use a few hairs to strengthen the tie between the bag and the animal.Â
Witch #3 needs a curse that will follow their target around and affect them everywhere they go. They choose to center the curse on an item that the target always has with them.
Next, you identify what you what to change about the situation, and how to symbolize that change using the objects youâve based your spell around. (This covers both the desired change and the action/release of change.) This can be really easy for a lot of spells. Sometimes it can seem like the concept is too simple. But donât knock it. Donât over-complicate things.
For their love spell, Witch #1 knows they want to be brought closer to their target over time (desired change), so they decide to perform their spell over the course of a week, moving their chess pieces closer together every day until they are touching (spell-based action).
Witch #2 knows that they want to promote healing (desired change) in their cat. They plan to do so by naming the charm bag as the area that needs healing and filling it with mint (spell-based action).
Witch #3 wants to create a generic curse that will cling to their target (desired change), so they create a powder with herbs that are traditionally used in cursing and dusts one of their targetâs belongings with it (spell-based action).
The last thing you should identify is the desired outcome. This is basically just a way of checking that the spell you planned is complete as written. At the end of a spell, the way the focal objects in the spell have changed should be symbolic of the change you want to see in your life. If Witch #1âs chess pieces are side-by-side; Witch #2âs charm bag is full of mint and fur; and Witch #3âs target is unwittingly carrying around curse powder, theyâve all written complete spells. And all thatâs left for them to do is perform them and wait for them to work.Â
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OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM
âeyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time.â
â± â katsuki bakugou +Â monsterfucking.
â± â synopsis; katsukiâs been a bad fiancĂ© recently, he tries to tell himself that itâs all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner â he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.
â± â length; 5K
â± â warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !
â± â notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list â kinktober m.list â taglist đ©âĄđȘ
âjust eat herâŠkatsukiâŠâÂ
âno, you can fuck right off.âÂ
âwhy not? she is unpleasantâŠkatsukiâŠits not like we like her anywaysâŠâÂ
for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his headâ listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all arenât what matter. red eyes drift to the devilâs incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat downâ katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the womanâs skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.
âgoodness, bakugou,â the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. âiâm paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slobâ you look awful, and at my only daughterâs engagement party!â she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it.Â
âsee? you are a loser, bakugou.â
he wasnât dressed that bad, sure, it wasnât the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt youâd told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work butâ it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. thatâs all that mattered.
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