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Young God - Part 3A
A/N: And I fucking oop-
Pairing: Vampire!Bakugo x Reader x Werewolf!Kirishima
Summary: Full strength, horny werewolf against a starving new-blood vampire.
Warnings: f e r a l, lil violence, smut
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Young God - Part 3B
A/N: idc if this flops like the rest Ima just go for it, oops.
Pairing: Vampire!Bakugo x Reader x Werewolf!Kirishima
Summary: More fragile than ever, these two beasts are ready to take full advantage.
Warnings: kinda breeding kink, bit of dominance, obviously smut, sadism, being feral as usual
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Young God - Part 4A
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Everything was different.
You felt different, every noise was different, the sight was different, even the very scent of your surroundings…
“Hey, you… you’re finally awake.”
Finally, a familiar voice amidst this confusing change. It wasn’t one that you were particularly pleased to hear, but you were so used to his voice equaling your next meal that your mouth watered at the sound.
You snapped upright and found that you were laying in an actual bed, with a normal-looking room surrounding you. A dresser with a TV on it, a closet, even a desk with a dusty laptop. “Take in your surroundings for a moment,” he said. “No need to freak out.”
“I don’t understand,” you choked, mouth dry and gummy. “What the fuck am I doing here?”
Turning your head to the right, you found that your tormentor, Bakugo… was sitting on a chair, fingers laced together and pressed to his lips. “I really have a lot of explaining to do, heh,” he chuckled, softer than you’d ever heard him. “Let me make this… perfectly clear to you. I didn’t… exactly mean to hurt you, the way you’d been hurt.”
“Bull fucking shit!” You spat, throwing a pillow at him, which he dodged with ease.
“I expected you to die. I didn’t… expect to feel remorse when I watched you live through the trials. This is all pretty fucking new to me, too.”
Your teeth were grinding against each other again, fangs occasionally reaching down lower than intended and cutting paper-thin sliced into your gums. If you’re so god damn remorseful, then why don’t you find a way to change me back? Your mind taunted.
“You really don’t fucking get it, do you?!” He shouted, dissipating through the air and reforming back on top of you, pinning your wrists into the mattress as you met his enraged gaze, unafraid and unwavering. “Do you know what it’s like to live for over three hundred goddamn years, completely fucking alone? I’ve tried to find someone like me! I’ve tried to find someone that could withstand everything we put you through! And they all fucking died. You really think I enjoyed watching you suffer like that? Time for a little lesson in Vampirism, sweetheart!”
He tore himself away from you, feet landing loudly at the edge of the bed and beginning to pace back and forth loudly. “Listen to me, okay? When someone… of my kind, changed someone… there’s an extreme possibility that there’s not going to live through the first transfusion. Let alone the second or third or… fuck, I think you’re on your tenth now? Though you were out cold for some of them. And that stupid battle with Kirishima…”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It was strange, even your own emotions… felt alien now. You weren’t angry about what you’d become now, more… irritated, than anything, that you were now burdened with this strange way of living and little to no understanding of how you could do something as simple as exist. No feelings regarding the fact that you’d more than likely never see your friends or family again… only the one though… about how to survive.
“I know it sounds dumb as hell. But that wasn’t my own idea, alright? My family… my mother, more than anyone I guess, she created a pact with the werewolves long before I was born. Said anyone that couldn’t survive one of their beatings wasn’t suited to serve under her.”
“So what the fuck does that have to do with the way you acted jackass?!” You shouted.
“I was getting there if you would just shut the fuck up, and listen.” There wasn’t the usual malice in his tone, only irritation as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned his head back. “When someone like me… changes someone, it takes up a lot of our venom. The less we have, the more… frustrated, we get, I guess you could say. Every transfusion of blood and venom… takes a little piece out of us, and puts in into the person we’re trying to turn.”
And now, for the hard-hitting question. “So why me?”
He stopped his pacing, straitening his neck and releasing his hand from his face. “I don’t know the answer to that,” he eventually responded. “I’ve never… successfully converted someone… until you. Whenever I’m searching, I always look for someone I could see myself being happy with. I’ve always wanted it to be… special.”
“Am I supposed to feel honored?”
He laughed out loud and paced closer to the bed, fingers trailing over your arm. “I wouldn’t exactly say it that way. But… sorta, yeah, you probably should. There are many benefits that come with being one of my kind… with a sort of… futuristic vision being one of those… said benefits. And when I first heard you scream… I saw this… right here…”
He leaned his head close into yours, lips right next to your ear as his hand trailed to your shoulder, across your collar bones, your chest, stomach, thighs…
“I saw these goosebumps breaking out over your skin, and I’ve seen what comes next… if everything goes as planned, and you finally accept this new reality in it’s entirety…we’re both going to reach… ecstasy.”
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A/N: Sorry I couldn’t type out more. I’m just really, really tired.