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The King Of The Ring

The King of the Ring

The King Of The Ring
The King Of The Ring
The King Of The Ring

Steve Harrington, middleweight boxing champion of the 80s and 90s is known as the 'King of the Ring' to most of America. To you, he's just the love of your life.

misc. ♡ about boxer steve ♡ steve + libby's mixtape

press ♡ gentleman's quarterly: 12 rounds with steve harrington (2001)

1989 ♡ head over heels ♡ shades of cool

1990 ♡ got it bad ft. rockstar eddie ♡ tough guy ♡ pretty boy ♡ montana motel

1991 ♡ love bites

1992 ♡ raging bull ♡ punch-drunk love ♡ lipstick stain

1993 ♡ coming soon ♡

1994 ♡ coming soon ♡

1995 ♡ coming soon ♡

1996 ♡ i got you, babe

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2 years ago

your honor, i love him

bouncer!eddie who insists on being your taste tester every time you try to learn a new recipe.

on nights when it's dead, you use the time to train, cracking open the new recipe book mickey so graciously updated for you so you can practice making all the new cocktails. tonight there hadn't been a sole in, not even frank, the regular drunk who was known for drinking himself to sleep at the bar. eddie had to help him to a cab on more than one occasion.

eddie was at the bar, legs bouncing on the wooden stool, watching as your manicured finger traced the book, gathering ingredients as you went.

"whatcha cooking' up for me tonight, sweet thing?" eddie would smirk, grin wide so his dimples showed. your weakness. he knew that, that's why he did it. to watch the little blush that took over your cheeks, biting back a smile of your own when you saw it.

"cosmopolitan." you chirped, grabbing the smirnoff behind you, pouring the slow stream into the shaker. "christ, there's a lot of step to this." you huffed.

eddie furrowed his brow, leaning over the counter. "yeah?" he asked, twirling the toothpick in his mouth.

you groaned, pouring the cranberry juice in with a pout. "I hope this shit isn't popular." you sighed. "it'll take me forever to get this mixed up."

"you just need practice." eddie said, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. "good thing we got all night." he winked.

three cosmos later, eddie was finishing off his last glass, the pink liquid hot and harsh sliding down his throat. he was feeling a little dizzy, loose- the effects of the vodka kicking into his system.

you stood in front of him, brow raised, waiting. eddie grinned. "I think that one was a winner, sweetheart." he smirked, slapping his hands lightly on the wooden counter. "finally got it down. you're a pro now."

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you took his glass away. "yeah? only took me three times." you eyed him playfully. "think I better hold off on trying the appletini. I think my taste tester might be drunk."

eddie shook his head. "nah, 'm not drunk, sweetheart." he swayed when he told you that. "just like lookin' at ya." he grinned, lopsided and sloppy. it made you giggle, turning to try and hide the blush that formed on your cheeks, spread down your neck and into your tummy.

being with eddie always made you feel so warm, light. like drinking too much champagne, buzzed and floating on the comforting feeling.

"it's one." you said, looking at your watch. "think you can make it to lock the doors?" you pushed your scraps into the garbage can. "I just need to clean up and we can go. shouldn't take me long."

eddie was already headed towards the door. "take your time, baby." eddie winked. "I got all night. no rush." you blushed, hard.

you poured eddie a glass of water- extra ice and lemon, the way he liked it- while you cleaned. he stacked chairs, swaying slightly on his feet. he'd turned on the radio, blasting the metal station that had your ears ringing, but you didn't care- not when he was jumping on the counter, expertly playing the air guitar so intensely, eyes pinched, lip tucked between his teeth, on his knees and bending back as he went further into the solo. your laughed rang over the music, gripping onto the bar as you bent over, sides hurting. it was music to his ears.

your cold hands fumbled with the key, mitten in one hand while you locked the wooden door. you turned to eddie, who waited for you to slip your mitten back on before grabbing your hand, fingers laced in his.

"you want me to drive?" you asked, lifting a brow.

eddie scoffed. "you think those fruity little drinks are gonna put me down that bad?" he grinned playfully. "a big macho manly man like me? no way, angel, takes a lot more than that."

you laughed, rolling your eyes. "right." you said slowly, sarcastically.

eddie scoffed in disbelief. "you don't think I'm a manly man?"

"nuh-uh." you teased, shaking your head, boots clicking on the wet asphalt. "you're a total softie. everyone knows it."

eddie opened your door, helping you in with a smirk. "softie, huh?" he asked, leaning against the door before he closed it, playful glint in his eye that had you filled with warmth again, wiggling against the seat.

"hm," eddie hummed. "guess we'll have to see about that."

you ended up back at eddie's trailer, his ringed hand in your hair, yanking you up while he fucked you, relentlessly and furiously. you weren't even sure how you were still conscious, not after the countless orgasms he'd pulled from you, and with his pace, he showed no signs of stopping.

tears streamed down your face, overstimulated and overwhelmed. he was splitting you open, punching your spongey walls so much that they were sore. there was a puddle beneath you, vulgar squelches from your pussy filling the room. snot ran down your nose, mixing with your drool and tears. eddie's hand wrapped around your torso would venture down, toying with your clit until you screamed.

"still soft?" eddie growled. "huh? still a softie now?"

"n-n-no." you sobbed, eyes rolling back as another orgasm threatened to take over, building fast and deep in the pit of your tummy.

eddie's lips were on your neck, sucking another deep bruise into your skin, tongue licking over the area when he was done. he grunted in your ear, cock twitching inside you.

"you gonna tell everyone what a softie I am?" eddie grunted. "can't be doin' that now, baby. go and get me fired if they think I'm not a tough guy."

"you are." you cried, mindless and hazy, lip wobbling and nails digging into his wrist.

"I'm what, huh? what am I?" eddie cooed, mocking, his thrusts getting harder and deeper.

"y-you're not a softie. you're tough, eddie, fuck, you're tough." you babbled, your voice whiny and high, pathetic. you knew it would drive him over the edge.

eddie growled, dropping his hand so you fell forward, a hard spank to your left ass cheek that had you crying out. eddie gripped your waist, hammering himself into you as he chased off his own high. you clenched and leaked around him when he pulled out, jacking himself furiously onto your back, painting your skin with his thick ropes while you collapsed, tired and heaving into the duvet.

eddie groaned, head tipped back to the ceiling while he finished, chest heaving and eyes closed. he lazily stroked himself during his come down, sweaty bangs plastered against his forehead.

the room was sticky, air heavy. eddie cleaned you up gently, rolling you over so he could attempt to dry the wet spot you left. your eyes glazed, legs still quivering when he slipped in next to you, fingers tracing over the hickies he smattered over your neck and chest.

eddie ordered a cosmo during your next shit, eyeing you challengingly when you brought it to him. tony barked out a laugh, slapping eddie on the shoulder.

"munson, what the hell man? that shit's for girls! it's pink!" tony cackled.

you shook your head. "it's not for girls, tony, it's a drink." you huffed.

tony shook his head. "hell no. I wouldn't be drinkin' some sissy shit like that. people gonna think you're soft, munson."

you and eddie shared a look, your eyes gleamed even in the neon lights that buzzed from the walls. "he's still tough, tony." you grinned. "even drinkin' a pretty drink."

2 years ago

Forgotten Realm Masterlist

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You have been an archaeologist for years now but ushered into the darkest and forgotten corners of the museum. Your chosen specialty was in the once renowned City of Musutafu - which unfortunately for you has been seen as a farce, bordering on the make-believe and whimsical in high society. But you know the forgotten empire that was Musutafu was real, it just had to be with all the fragmented evidence found over the years, but several journals discredited its authenticity and cited that there was no conclusive evidence that Musutafu was anything more than myths and storytelling from much greater (and more realistic) societies. You never regarded these setbacks, even when they landed you in the basement of said museum, cataloguing donations and doing the linguistic legwork your superiors were far ‘too busy’ to do themselves. But when a strange journal turned up on your doorstep, outlining the archaeological find of the century, you embarked on the expedition of a lifetime. To bring back something to show that Musutafu really did exist. But you didn’t expect to actually find a forgotten world, thriving and hidden. Nor the crimson-eyed prince who ruled there.

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Here you’ll find my drabbles in this series, inspired by archaeological adventure movies and more specifically Disney’s Atlantis: The Lost Empire. These will be updated as I have time, in short entries to build an overall story. Please bear in mind this will be a story that contains mature themes and sexual scenes further down the line.

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◈ A Forgotten Realm (3.1K words)

◈ City of Splendour (2.0k words) NEW ENTRY! 

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Image taken from the Disney’s Art of Atlantis: The Lost Empire workbooks. Characters based upon the My Hero Academia series by Kohei Horikoshi. All written works belong to meatballhead-usagi and are not to be reposted, reuploaded or redistributed to external sites without prior permission!! Reblogs, likes and asks are always welcomed<3

2 years ago

katsuki bakugo secretly loves it when you act like a complete brat. he already has that gruff personality that makes him seem angry all the time, but that’s all a facade when it comes to your bratty tendencies, oh no, he’s not mad at all. there’s nothing this man loves more than putting you in your place. he’ll have you folded into the mattress, knees to your chest, legs resting on his shoulders and he cannot help but feel his balls tighten every time he looks down at your face. so sweet, tears rolling down your fat cheeks as his cock just bullies your pussy. “awe, what’s a matter, crybaby? where’d all that attitude go?” and he is enjoying this, oh so much. he’ll lean down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, hips never once faltering, moving his hand to cup your cheek, all before using his thumb to guide your mouth open. he allows his spit to gather up before letting it go to roll past his lips & he didn’t even see you, patiently waiting, tongue lolled out, catching it right on your tongue and swallowing it so fast, as if that was the last things you’d ever get from him. the last time you’d ever taste him. the scene enough for him to completely fill you to the brim then and there. “no, no more ‘suki” you’d whine trying to push him off, to no avail, too cock drunk and overstimulated, “‘s too much. i can’t,” you’d pout and he’d grab your hand, pinning it above your head. “but this what you wanted, you begged for this crybaby. i think that you have a couple more in ya,” as he’d pepper kisses along your jaw line, nibbling at your neck before stuffing his cock back inside, and oh how he wishes that you would just brat out a little more. ♡


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2 years ago

VERY much looking forward to this

& i owe it all to you (s.h.) - teaser

& I Owe It All To You (s.h.) - Teaser

in june 1987, richard harrington gave his son a deal. figure out what he wants to do with his life before the end summer, or finally make his company harrington and son. (that, or steve joins the army.)

by fourth of july weekend, steve is kissing his friends goodbye, and taking the losing blow from his father. he accompanies his parents to mount auburn resort and ski, forfeiting the last of his adolescent freedom. lucky for him (and his sanity), a certain resort dance instructor needs his help more than she likes to admit it.

steve harrington x "baby"/fem!reader, dirty dancing!au

& I Owe It All To You (s.h.) - Teaser

18+ mdni!!!!

warnings: based off of dirty dancing (1987) but gender bent !! slowburn, fluff, angst (i want the levels to be high lol), (eventual) smut, cursing, kinda enemies to lovers??, eddie x reader (minor/platonic), reader is called/referred to as baby (but otherwise has no other physical descriptions), pretty steve centric, prose heavy? more to be added w each chapter..

Chapter 1 (COMING SOON)

lmk if you wanna be tagged, or if u wanna chat!!! (inbox)

a/n: ehheheheheheheheheheh new serrrieiiiesssss. i have ~3k words down for just planning, and im carving out p1 as we speak. ive been in love w dd since forever, from the dancing, to the soundtrack, to the summertime. (it is literally -30 rn and i am missing my denim shorts ☹️) get ready for lake dancing and a forced proximity slowburn mwuah haha ALSO joe doing the lift im gnawing my pillows plsss

also copyright disclaimer! i am in no way claiming to own characters or story lines from stranger things and/or dirty dancing. divider is from @firefly-graphics &lt;3

2 years ago

THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI x PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI X PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

✎ᝰ unfulfilled by the many noble suitors that come your way, you truly had given up on the prospect of loving anyone. that is until you're made aware of general bakugou and suddenly, the idea of being in a relationship starts to fall fondly on you.

࿄ ! warnings — so much plot but so much porn, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, virginity loss?, cunnilingus, boobjob, corruption, bkg is lowkey a perv but we love him for it, both characters are aged up 20+

/ note. i had to repost this again & idk why this took me so long to write and IT WONT POST. was going through some stuff and i procrastinated >:| sorry. hope you guys enjoy! hopefully i’ll get on a way better writing schedule.

THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI X PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

being a princess and the only heir to the throne was not for the weak bodied or the feeble-minded. sometimes, you believe that you were made for this role…

sometimes.

being that you are a young woman, a lot of controversy arose on the precedent that you would once take over the royal duties someday. your parents, while moderately middle aged, were still getting up there - if the crow’s feet, bunions and sore muscles were of any indication to that. this meant that they were constantly harassing you with endless streams of suitors - ranging from trust fund princes to high ranking military dukes.

to say you hated it would be an understatement. much to your dismay, it would be another evening of a suitor’s ball: held in your honour, of course, and you were sat in front of your vanity mirror yet again as your ladies-in-waiting doted all over your face, hair and body.

“i hear from the baker’s shop that the todorokis’ son is looking for an heiress to share his throne with also,” comments one of the maids offhandedly as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“i have no interest in rubbing shoulders with mr todoroki,” you say matter of factly, looking straight in the mirror at your deadpan face. the maid just laughs in jest at your words, as if you were making a silly joke.

“well, good news is that the king’s consort of guards will be also back today! i have heard through whom i shall not name that bakugou will be in attendance,” sighs one of the girls, sifting through your dresses and judging them accordingly.

“bakugou?” you ask curiously with an arched brow and she nods with a smile that takes all over her face, while pulling out a pale blue, velveteen dress.

“he’s the highest ranked military official in the kingdom - probably in the whole province! i’m surprised you don’t know about him, your royal highness. i think you two would get along,” and one of your more mature mistresses stinks up a fuss at the sentiment and huffs disdainfully.

“hush with that nonsense! you should not corroborate that to her majesty! it would be the upmost tragedy to her father if she was in cohorts with a royal guard, who doesn’t even have noble backgrounds, no doubt,” and the rest of the ladies are in unanimous opinion. it’s a mighty good thing you’re not a part of the collective.

thanks to all of the gossiping chit chat from the ladies, you’re now curious to who this “bakugou” character is. granted, your father never let you intermingle with his work regarding his village exploits or the occasional feudal war happening over yonder. it never really bothered you; you doubt that most children could even feign a slither of interest in what their parents’ work entails. but, with the way the women in your room were gushing over him, bakugou must be something special. then again, most of the time they never take into account a man’s looks or personality and most of your ladies in waiting would gush over any man if he had the status and power to back it up. suddenly, the idea of bakugou seeps away from your mind like that of a hydrogenic gas and it’s like you were never informed of his existence.

the ball has finally commenced and it’s the usual suspects: rivers of familiar faces from past parties and dinners bobbed up and down like a current, and the half smile you had strewn across your painted lips was now a disinterested, thin line. both your mother and father had introduced to many suitable men (by their standards) but they were met with a slight of the hand and a deep disinterest laid across your features.

now that you made way back to your table (thanking your lucky stars that no one except royalty was able to come to your section), you half contemplated whether or not you should make a swift escape to your chambers, but a chime of a champagne flute echoed through the ballroom, knocking the chance of whatever escape plan you had out of action.

“if you all would give me a moment of your time out of this wonderful evening, i would like to take a moment to honour the brave and marvellous men who fight for this kingdom! my highest gratitude to you, general bakugou katsuki and your men, for all that you do for your country,” exclaims your father proudly and your eyes finally lock onto the person that is “bakugou katsuki.”

an atonal breath hitches in your throat as you see him. he’s all tan, with spikes of wheat-blonde hair resting on his head and he’s kitted in a black suit with numerous medals on his breast pocket and your father moves to add another underneath the mighty collection on his chest. just from where you’re standing can you see his carmine eyes and the smirk that accompanies his face.

by the time you break out of your admiration fuelled stupor, your legs are moving before you can every register what you’re doing. bakugou humbly accepts the congratulations and praises with a small grin and puffed up chest and that makes your heart strings pull. this time, you’re sure it’s not the tight bodice pressing into your breast cavity.

it's instantaneous when you eventually approach your father and bakugou that the modest speech is over and everyone is back to mingling and socialising. it’s remotely pathetic that you try to make it seem like you’ve just absentmindedly wondered into their conversation as you eventually catch up to your father, who seems to be deeply enamoured with bakugou and for once, you can see why. when you get close enough to intrude into their discussion, you lock eyes with bakugou before tapping the shoulder of your father in feign innocence.

“father, i woukd like to go up to my chambers now,” you hum, with a saccharine lilt to your tone, still staring at the general, who looks at you stonefaced but oh, so gorgeous.

“of course, darling, give me a moment - oh! i don’t think you have both been formally acquainted as of yet,” and you turn to angle your head slightly to face the hulk of a man. he’s much, much prettier up close and you can’t help but fawn over the freckles resting on his cheeks and the scar that sits delicately on the bridge of his nose.

you have to bite back a smile to stop yourself from getting too giddy at the thought of being introduced to the man named bakugou and you mentally thank your ladies in waiting for making his existence known to you.

“bakugou, this is my daughter, princess y/n. y/n, this is bakugou, my next in command.”

in all of your faux shyness, you lift up a ring-clad hand and bakugou raises a tentative brow before deciding on taking your much smaller and manicured hand in his calloused, rough one and placing the pout of his lips onto your soft knuckles. you have to bite back the whimper that sits at the precipice of your throat.

“pleasure to be acquainted with you, princess,” says bakugou and the tone of his deep, gravelly voice ruminates through your bloodstream like oxygen.

“i hope that i will see you more often, then, sire,” you breathe out and the general bakugou notices how you’re looking at him so unlike how a woman of your stature should and it’s making him feel heavy under his suit.

your hand is still halfway in his grasp when he sets it down and your father clears his throat, disrupting the order of your formal communion.

“well then, y/n, you’re dismissed to your room. have a good night. i will speak with you tomorrow,” the king nods at you and this breaks you out from the intense eye contact held with the general. you curtsy at the pair and look at bakugou one last time before strolling away.

unbeknownst to both the men, in your mind, that settled the conversation of who you wanted as your suitor.

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it’s slightly amusing that once you are made aware of bakugou’s existence, he’s somehow around every corner, every room, every space and it's intoxicating. it's strange how you've never noticed that he’s always working in the pleasaunce of the estate, training his many men or that he eats dinner in the communal dining room at exactly 7:30 in the evening; amongst the many personnel living and working in the castle. sometimes, you loathed the fact that you were of such high nobility because you haven’t been able to talk with the man privately since that day. every time in which you tried to get close to bakugou, one of your mistresses would usher you away to the drawing room or one of bakugou's lackeys would be leering close by. and while you may be a tiny bit selfish to your desires, you most certainly don’t want to get him in trouble with your parents, lest you get him fired and ran on into the streets. not that you would ever allow that to happen, but still.

it would be almost a week when you notice the mop of blonde hair peaking up from behind the pillars. much to your delight, he was to his lonesome self, this time reading a book in the pleasaunce and relaxing in one of the many lounging chairs. you look around apprehensively before closing in on the man, tapping him lightly on his shoulder.

“excuse me, bakugou, sir?” he turns round immediately, all frowny faced and almost threatened, before realising it was just you and his jaw falls slack as he pulls down the square frames from his face.

“you shouldn’t be wandering around and speaking to me so freely, princess,” he sighs, massaging at the bridge of his nose, as if you were a nuisance. which, to bakugou's defence, you kind of were.

“am i not allowed to familiarise myself with the one who my father speaks of so highly? i don't believe that to be a crime,” you say indignantly and bakugou raises his brows, looking up at you standing above him.

“i don’t think it would fall favourably on me if i was in cahoots with the kingdom’s pride and joy,” he grunts and you roll your eyes.

“i’m a grown woman. i know what i want.”

“oh, yeah?” and the general stands up to his full height at your words, towering over you, “and what exactly do you want?”

“you. and just so you know, i never have trouble getting what i want.”

bakugou’s adam apple bobs in his throat at your blunt admission and he sits his glasses on his collar before standing closer to you.

“i don’t think you know exactly what you’d be getting yourself into, princess. ‘m not one of those little, fairy princes who’d bend at your will,” he responds gravelly, looking down at you with those fierce eyes of his and it's having the opposite effect of scaring you away from him; in fact, it prompts the ache between your thighs even more.

“you misunderstand me if you think i enjoy the presence of those foolish boys,” and you look around before getting on your tiptoes to press your glossy lips against the corner of his mouth:

“like aforementioned, i know exactly what want and what i’m getting myself into, general.”

you pull away and a smug little smirk rests on your mouth and bakugou has to fight the urge to press you into the garden chair and ravage you silly.

“i hope you know i'll be away for many days and nights for my next mission. you'll change your mind by then,” objects the man and you ponder for a moment before a sultry giggle escapes your throat and bakugou watches the way your throat swallows.

“so i will see you later, perhaps. until then, sir,” you curtsy and turn away to head back inside the building. bakugou drops down into his seat and rubs at the pink, peach-smelling gloss sitting on the edge of his lips. he’s way too distracted to go back to reading his little hemmingway novel and the chub that was growing in his dress pants was indicative of how distracting of a succubus you were.

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surprisingly enough, bakugou's flirty exchange with you seeps out of his mind: the constant warring and business on his time away rendered him forgetful to the wager that he placed on your shoulders. the general returns to the estate only less than two short weeks later, and his much-anticipated arrival is when the night starts to fall and a biting chill overcomes him and the streets become lit with an orange hue of artificial lighting. he is cold and exhausted, to say the least, and the cheers of pedestrians and workmen in the streets and pats on the back do nothing but exacerbate his tiredness. the general is dreading the hours-long assemblies that will come after his travels but he is able to swiftly get into the castle and manoeuvre past everyone trying to get a pass at him: that is until a shroud, young maid rushes up to him and prods him on the chest.

“the princess y/n is expecting you. she awaits you in her chambers,” nods the woman and before bakugou can protest, she runs off, leaving the blond man confused in her wake.

bakugou contemplates going to you for a second, weighing the pros and cons of entertaining your demands at this ungodly hour; before ultimately deciding to go to your room, and his face twitches slightly in feigned indifference.

the man grumbles to himself on the treacherous journey to your quarters and he's wondering what you have to tell him at this time of day that is so important. could you not at least wait till he got some rest?

bakugou chuckles to himself slighlty at the implication because he still angles himself around every corner to your room. the man was always so drawn to your fierce spirit and suddenly every part of him was clenched, more specifically his fists and jaw. truth be told, he was battle-worn and weary, but with a heart full of longing for you - though he's not sure his heart would allow him to admit this to your face.

he found himself standing outside of your chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. he's still unsure as to why you've called on him so soon. did you want to let him down when he was at his most worn out state? would you welcome him with open arms? the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he knew he had to take the risk.

bakugou knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor like a blaring alarm and he cowers slightly, just in case anyone who could see him so boldly knocking on your door at this time of day.

“you can come in!” you shout, and bakugou burns at the sound of your voice.

one deep-inhaled moment later, bakugou opens the door, engulfed with sweet-smelling perfumes and the heat of your bedroom. his jaw clenches and eyes ablaze in lust-filled awe as he sees you standing at the front of your bed, donning beautiful and expensive but flimsy silks. you were always so devastatingly gorgeous but here you stood in front of him, essentially in all your vulnerability and bakugou's tongue sits like a dry weight of sandpaper in his mouth at the sight of you. the man quickly shuts the door behind him, not really wanting anyone else to see you like this, dressed up all for him.

“katsuki...” you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and flirtatious joy and bakugou takes this as a sign to drop his heavy clothing and armour: the whole baggage, both figuratively and physically, before stalking to your much smaller figure but you stop him with a palm to his chest. the strong look on your face makes him shrink slightly, thought it doesn't mean much when he's almost a foot taller and you hold back a whine at the fact that the man stopped out of respect for you.

“bakugou katsuki,” your voice was firm, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. “did you forget what you said to me many nights ago, before you left on your journey across lands?”

the general's eyes widen at your words, and the bated breath that he was holding in escapes when everything begins to add up in his foggy, fatigued head and he chuckles, all breathy.

he takes a step closer, his voice overflowing with genuine desire as he places one large hand on top of your manicured one that rested on his sternum. “...'m sorry.”

your gaze softened, if only for a second before the fire in your eyes reignites from a flicker of fervour and a scoff erupts from your throat. “is that all you can say?”

bakugou closes his eyes and just up close can you see the dark circles that sat under his deep carmine eyes. even though you're supposed to be pulling his ear, telling him how wrong he was for thinking you'd ever choose some random noble boy over him, you cannot help but long to touch and kiss at him. you're barely chastising yourself for giving him such a hard time after what was supposed to be an awful expedition but really, it's only because you care for him so. and the man knows that, which is why it's hard for him to articulate himself to you.

bakugou opens his eyes to see that yours were brim with unabashed lust and a modest amount of hurt and it causes a stabbing in his gut - far worse than any knife sheathed into him could cause. seeing the desire and loving for him in your eyes makes him heat up so he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek to then squish both your cheeks together. the squeak you let out causes a soft smile to encroach itself on his face

“you were right. i was wrong. you gonna keep giving me a hard time over this or you gonna let me kiss you?”grumbles the man and you giggle, the sound making bakugou buckle in his pants.

your arms reach up to wind around bakugou's neck, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your saccharine scent, “just wanted to hear you admit it, is all.” the tension that had built up between them over the past few days melted away, replaced by a thick hunger that burned deep within their souls.

bakugou pulls apart from you after what feels like hours and, with a mixture of hesitance and determination, he leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with earnest longing, a silent promise.

“you don' know how much i missed you,” mumbles bakugou ardently into your lips. you hum, pressing a ghost of a kiss over his cupid's bow.

“humour me,” you challenge, moving your lover's hands over the expanse of your almost-bare body and bakugou gropes at every curve and smooth part of your skin he can, biting back a moan at the feeling of your ass in his palms.

“tell me how badly you want it and i'll humour you all you want,” bakugou breathes out, nosing at your jaw before plopping wet- bitten kisses on the planes of your neck and clavicle.

you whine, wrapping your arms tightly around bakugou's neck again, “you know, you shouldn't tease when you want me just as badly,” and bakugou chuckles into your skin.

“you're gonna tell me you didn't dress up all f'me? that you weren't waiting f'me to return so i could press you into your bed and fuck you?” mumbles bakugou, biting into your neck and his words let a whimper slip out of your plump lips.

“katsuki... please,” and bakugou wants to laugh at how easy you've submitted to him but he decides against it, with the way you're so susceptible to his touches, he doesn't want to ruin thr rhythym you've got going on. besides, the weight of his cock begins to stir heavier in his drawers and he wants to make you beg for him.

bakugou guides you closer to your bed, carrying you to the middle of the mattress as he crowds over you. the man is left only in his undershirt and dress pants - but your mouth waters slightly when two tanned, hefty arms lean over to crowd over your much smaller frame. you don't get to ponder on his figure much because his lips meet yours in a passionate, desperate kiss, as if trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions they had kept hidden for far too long.

the first of your clothing (if you could even call it that) were shed and you were left in a delicate, translucent slip, your bare nipples pressing against silky material as the barriers between the both of you began crumbling under your intense desire. bakugou began worshipping your body with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of heated kisses and whispered declarations of love along your skin.

“you're a real fucking tease,” bakugou growls into clothed breasts and all you can do is take in his dark, lusty gaze while he palms at the fleshy roundness of your boobs peeking out of the slip. you hum as a thick finger slips under a strap, coaxing you to shimmy out of the negligee.

bakugou's pulls up the dress and an, “oh, baby,” tumbles out of his lips before he can comprehend it. from the sensitive flush of your nipples to the smoothness of your belly and all the way down to the barely-there pale blue panties resting over your heat. bakugou swears that if he focuses his eyes, he could see the pulse of your pussy and the outline of your puffy cunt lips against the material and - oh. he's going to devour you.

he heaves himself over your weighty, plump breasts and presses unsuspecting bites all over the skin, all bruising and wet so that they'll leave an indefinite mark. you mewl when bakugou places his lips over the hardness of your sensitive nipples and they pebble up at the constant ministrations of his rough tongue. his attention on your body doesn't do much to quell the thirst you have for him - in fact, you can feel your panties begin to dampen with desire and excitement.

bakugou pulls away to press kisses down your body and reaches the destination spot. one hand pulls the material to the side so he can get a proper look at all of you while another spreads you apart and you can't help but cover your reddening face in shyness.

“don' hide from me now, princess. i want you to see how much i wan' to taste you,” muses bakugou and he doesn't move a muscle until both your hands are no longer hiding the embarrassed but carnal look on your face.

“good girl,” bakugou grunts and he presses a noisy kiss onto the hood of your clit and your legs already start to cave in around the wheat-blond mop of his head. bakugou's large fingers pad into the thin strings of your underwear, pulling them down and he doesn't even bother to hold back a moan when he sees wet strings break apart from your cunt hole and panties.

“p-please go slow,” you're more than flustered, uttering those words under your breath - which bakugou can just make out. his face softens at what you're trying to insinuate so, to lighten the mood, bakugou shamelessly stuffs your undergarment into his nose to drink in the scent. it doesn't do much to simmer your shyness but at least you're no longer uneasy when you squeal at the man.

“katsuki!” you cry out while he laughs at your expense, though not for long, because he pulls your legs apart again to attack at your pussy. embarrassment long gone from the scope of your mind - this time, you're crying out when bakugou lifts up the hood of your nub to suckle at it, all wet and sloppy, working you up to climax that's already beginning to rumble at the bottom of your belly.

bakugou's name falls from your lips like a mantra and your body being so responsive to him makes him ache in his drawers. wanting to see you come apart even faster for him, he gently slips a pointer and middle finger into your walls and bakugou can feel you spasming and contracting against his digits already.

you're basically riding them at this point and when bakugou angles them so that his blunt fingerails and the pad of his tips press against that gushy, cakey part inside you and your eyes roll back in an unprecedented orgasm, a hand resting in his hair.

“katsukiii, i-i- right there, ohhhhh, don't stop!” you gasp, legs locking around his shoulders and soft thighs locking his head to your pussy. not that bakugou was complaining though, because he carried on slurping and fucking you through your climax, even though his breath supply was becoming more and more limited and shockwaves were practically overtaking your body, akin to a demon possessing you.

it's no surprise that you go limp, loosening your grip on the man's hair and pushing him away pathetically when the pleasure gets too much for you. bakugou obliges, sitting up with a soaked lower face and a sinister, carnal smirk to match.

“taste exactly how i expected,” rasps bakugou and you can only look up at him, awestruck and eyes lidded. you bite back a snarky remark and instead crawl over to between the blond man's thick and bronzed legs and return back the smile. there's no way you'd let him make a frenzied, sex-driven mess out of you without paying him back tenfold.

“how about you let me give back to you?” you hum sensually, playing with the waistband of his dress pants while on your knees. bakugou's brows rise marginally before he plays into your request and gets up from the bed to strip down into nothingness.

within a few seconds, bakugou is virtually naked, save for tight briefs resting over his hefty cock and you can appreciate just how gorgeous your man is. he's all tanned muscle and scars - down from his broad shoulders to his solid chest with a faded cicatrix diagonal to his solid abs and lean waist, following the happy trail of golden hair dipping into his deep v-line and the weight of his appendage pressing boldly against the material. you want him so bad, it's making your gut tense.

bakugou strides back to where he was on the bed and gestures to allow you the honours of pulling down his undergarments and who would you be to deny yourself of the privilege? the man watches you with deep-set eyes, and he's grabbing at the bed sheets to stop himself heaving loudly when your fingers pull down the shorts to reveal everything and you tug your bottom lip under your teeth at the sight of him. bakugou lifts his hips to help you pull the briefs all the way down before you throw them somewhere around the room. you make a mental note to tidy up before you allow anyone else to come in here after your subsequent romp.

slowly, you set a hand on bakugou's upper body to push him down till he's resting on his forearms and you take the chance to sink in between his legs again, your attention all on hardened erection: from the dark pink, almost red cockhead to the thick vein crawling down his shaft to his hefty balls. bakugou looks at you tentatively, curiously watching what you're about do.

he doesn't anticipate for when you squeeze at your breasts to sandwich them around the girth of his cock and a strangled groan emits from his throat.

the weight of your fleshy tits suffocate his dribbling tip, and the movement of your breasts allows you to spread pre all over his length, acting as a lubricant as you surrounded his cock with your pretty tits. bakugou's breath started to get heavier as the sound of your soft flesh squished over him goaded him to buck against your movements. bakugou can't help but frown in bliss and arousal - how did a girl like you, a woman of your calibre, know to do something as vulgar - as sexual as this? either way, the thought expels itself from his mind as he can feel the tightness of his balls clench when you press your lips against the leaky head of his dick and he unknowingly ruts into you.

“fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” bakugou pants, grinding his hips to meet the tightness of your breasts, “gonna bust all over you if ya don’t stop.”

you raise a brow with a smug lilt to your lips before lifting yourself off of him and something of a discontented and irritated noise emits from him.

bakugou’s about to protest when you slide a finger through the fat of your breast and suck at the taste of his precum, “i think i’d prefer if you’d do it inside instead,” you mewl seductively, squeezing at your now bruised breasts and bakugou groans when he sees the purple blooming on where last laved his mouth.

“who knew you were so dirty, princess?”

bakugou pushes you back further up the bed until your in the plushness of your pillows and he’s crowding over you again.

“full of surprises, aren’t ya, pretty? gonna tell me who taught you half those moves?” hums bakugou as he lifts one of your legs to sit across the back of his waist.

you smile at the hint of jealousy lain across bakugou's voice and wrap both your arms across his toned shoulders. "can a lady not teach herself a few things?"

bakugou gets as close as he can to you, your breasts pressed on his own pectoral while he's muttering under his breath at your declaration.

“nothing ladylike about that but 'm not complaining. as long as you'll only ever do that for me,” states bakugou, voice all gravelly. your reply is the push of your hips so that your sex faintly brushes against his own and bakugou hisses at the feeling of your wet snatch on his stiffness.

“y'know what is ladylike? using your manners when you wanna ask for something,” rasps the general and he leans back ever so slightly to grab at his heavy cock and he groans when it pulses in his hand. your jaw is practically unhinged and you can already tell from the teasing glint in bakugou's eyes that he's not going to make this easy for you.

“katsuki.”

“y/n.”

you pout adorably and bakugou is helpless with the way he angles down to plop a kiss over your lips.

“you know what i want,” you hum lowly and you look up at bakugou, all doe-eyed and pleading without saying anything and it would be criminal to leave you when you stared at him like he had the world in the palm of his hands.

“you're lucky you're cute,” bakugou sighs and you're about to ask him what he means but the tapping of his cockhead against your cunt hole makes you clench involuntarily.

“you're ready f'me, sweetness?” bakugou says, a small purr to his tone and you spread your legs even more to accommodate his hulking build.

“please, katsuki. want you,” you whisper and the man takes this as the green light to intrude past your tightness.

bakugou knew it would be a squeeze but, fuck, he didn't know you'd be this tight and warm - and your puffy pussy sucks him in so easily and he could cum just from how you fit so perfectly around him, like you were made for just him. he overcrowds you with his body once again as he feeds his cock to stuff you so intensely and if the dig of your nails into his shoulder blades is anything to go by, he knows you can feel just how deep inside he is. the blond waits for a sign of protest or discomfort but when you wrap your legs tighter around him, he languidly pulls out before rolling his hips forward to set a pace.

you arch your back, a breathless moan escaping your lips as bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, peppering kisses along your sensitive skin. the combination of his lips, teeth, and tongue with a drag of his cock in your walls sent shivers down your spine, your body quivering with anticipation.

your cries of pleasure filled the room, your voice a symphony of delight as bakugou worshipped your body. he somehow knew every curve, every angle of his hips, every secret, gooey spot that brought your pleasure, and he used that knowledge to drive your to the edge of bliss.

bakugou eats you up with another sloppy kiss when he can see the clench of your eyes and the drop of your mouth with every thrust and stroke he drags into you.

meanwhile, a choked sob flings out of you and bakugou watches as a tear slips out of your eyes and he presses his lips to lap it up.

“tell me how it feels, pretty girl,” pants the man above you and he hisses when you drag your fingernails across his back to ground yourself below him and bakugou shudders, knowing that he's going to have a new set of markings decorate the broadness of his back.

“i-i, feels so, so good,” you warble, the heels of your feet pressing into his waist and you both can feel the way your walls flutter around the length of his cock.

the rhythm he established was primal, and even though bakugou was trying his hardest to be gentle for you, with every tearful whimper and sob of “katsuki!”and “more,” he was rendered useless to his innermost desires, wanting to fill you up more and more till all you could breathe and think about was him.

the room was filled with the intoxicating sounsd of your rapid breaths and passionate moans as you both rode the waves of pleasure, bodies locked in a dance of ecstasy. bakugou could tell he was about to hit his peak - and with the way you were already spasming and contracting uncontrollably, he knew you were close too.

“you gonna come for me, princess? gonna let everyone hear who's making you feel this, fuck, fucking good, huh, pretty? only i can fuck you like this, yeah, princess?” coos bakugou, almost mockingly and you can barely reply to whatever he's rambling on about, so you choose to just chant his name like it's the only word you've ever known.

“katsukiii, 's always yo-you, katsuki, oh-oh, 's too much!” you plead, eyes rolling back as you grind your hips to meet the weight of his thrusts.

“come on, pretty, you gotta come f'me now. you can do it - just one more f'me, yeah? gonna come inside and give you everything i've got, jus- just for you,” purrs bakugou and his words would be sweet if he hadn't leaned one arm down to thumb at your swollen bud and the way you shatter is almost instantaneous, seizing as bakugou pushes you over the edge.

you're seeing stars, and your vision goes from black to white as your mouth opens in a silent moan, walls contracting over bakugou's girth. he doesn't fall too far behind as he watches you convulse, knees buckling to chase his impending orgasm and you've slightly come to your senses a little, still jittery but desperate for bakugou to spill himself inside you.

“wan'- want you to come inside me, p-please,” you plead, all watery and shakey from the aftershocks of your orgasm and bakugou's gut tenses at your words, before he howls out strangled moan and inevitably comes undone from the way you continue to milk his cock for every last drop of his seed, riding out both your climaxes.

as you both reached the pinnacle of your passion, your bodies shuddered in unison before bakugou collapses as a crescendo of exhaustion washes over him. he clings to you, your bodies trembling from the aftermath and a weight of satisfaction mingling in the air, as you shared a moment of pure, uninterrupted and unadulterated bliss.

you and bakugou lay entwined for a moment, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat before he decidedly pulls out his softening cock from your cunt, covered in both your expenses and he gets up to find his shirt.

your heart drums harder against your chest, vulnerable and worried slightly but bakugou dispels any fears you have when he uses his undershirt to clean at the mess between your thighs and you tremble at the softness. bakugou frowns when he feels the subsequent trembling, looking up from cleaning you.

“you doing okay, princess?” and you can't help but lovingly lean up to pull him down and kiss at his face and the man's nose scrunches up in faux discontent, grumbling all over again.

“don't worry me like that, woman. had me thinking i did something wrong,” rasps bakugou and you giggle, slightly croaked and breathless.

“well, in my defence, i thought you were getting up to go get dressed and leave,” you hum, a little off handed but woeful and a flash of shock sets across bakugou's eyes before he looks at you seriously.

“don't take me for one of those shithead princes you might deal with, princess,” mutters bakugou and you smile at him genuinely.

“you're right, i'm sorry. i don't think any of those boys could measure up to you,” and bakugou plays into your hand like a mouse led to cheese and you can't stop the laugh that leaves you when his chest puffs up, all earnest and prideful.

“you're a fast learner, aren't you, princess?” and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss and fawn over him and you don't anticipate the large man lifting you up and holding your waist to his body.

bakugou sees that you're about to protest but he stalks off to the direction of your en suite and huffs. “if i'm gonna be with the princess, i'm gonna take advantage of all the perks. first thing bein' the bloody bath!”

you couldn't wait to tell your parents who you found as your new suitor and you remind yourself to thank your father for introducing you to the man that is bakugou katsuki.

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