Not me going to Kill him with kindness to see if there was any updates once a week or so 🤭
Aww! 🥰 Once I finish up “The Purest Soul 💙” within the next month, Kill Him With Kindness is long due for an update! It’s a brave goal too- but I have tentative plans for Kill Him With Kindness to be finished this year! We are (I think) about two thirds of the way there.
I appreciate your patience with it! I feel especially bad leaving that one due to my extended hiatus in 2018.
Makes my day and motivates me to see people still excited for it!
This is a test to see if I can use the read more feature via mobile and to see how far I can push written smut 👀 this is already posted on my twt & ao3
Cw; age gap (Kt is 36 & Dk is 19), #ktdk , accidentally caught feelings, su//gar da//ddy!Katsuki, chubby fem!Izuku, attempt SA, height gap (Kt is 6’6 & Dk is 4’9), self doubt!,
Izuku bit her lip as she entered the very professional, very high collar office building. She totally didn’t fit in, she wore a baby pink soft jacket with a white almost see through tub top that didn’t hide any of her cleavage or her soft rolls, and only in here did she feel like her hot pink skirt might be too short or that her white heels might be too tall.
No, she thought to herself as she walked to the front desk. Kacchan said to come at lunch time. He wanted her there. She was good enough for this. For him.
Izuku gave the pretty receptionist a friendly smile, only now was she self conscious as she heard her accent, “I’m looking for Kacchan? I mean Katsuki Bakugou. He works here.”
Her stupid accent made her sound like everything she said was a question! She hated it, hated how childish she felt. But she was a child compared to this beautiful woman who smiled back at her. That woman had to think that this was a mistake!
“Please give me a minute, I’ll see if he’s in,” The woman said turning and picking up the phone at her desk.
He’s here! I know he is! He literally just texted me! Izuku wanted to say but she held onto her small puffy white purse that hung over her shoulder and nodded. She glanced around, she’d felt stares...
As soon as she glanced around people looked away. She had gotten used to looks, but it still made her anxious...Izuku had...she brought it on herself, she wanted to be a sugar baby and she knew it would draw stares and unwanted attention. She was used to some of it but not all of it.
“Oh! Okay, I’ll send her up,” Izuku heard the receptionist say, making her look back at the woman. She hung up the phone, and even with her cool and schooled features Izuku could see the doubt or was it something else in her gaze?
“Bakugou-san is on floor 15, you’ll go to the first desk and ask for him there,” She instructed as she handed Izuku a temporary badge. Izuku didn’t miss the odd look the woman gave at seeing her long manicured nails. Izuku nodded and thanked the woman before heading to the elevator.
Izuku sighed to herself as she swiped the badge against the scanner that operated the elevator. She only took a breath of relief as the elevator closed and hid her from the prying eyes.
‘I’m heading up daddy! The receptionist lady was really pretty ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ~♡︎ ‘
Izuku sent as she waited in the elevator. She smiled to herself as she saw the check mark notifying that he read it though he didn’t text back. He didn’t really like texting but he humored her and would read her messages whenever she sent them.
Izuku swallowed nervously as the elevator stopped before her floor and two men stepped in. She moved further back but it wasn’t like she could hide as their gazes travelled her body.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” The one man asked as he didn’t hesitate to get closer as the door closed.
“Are you coming to keep someone company? Why don’t you forget them and come with us instead?” The other man said as he cornered Izuku from the other side.
“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong idea,” Izuku crossed her arms as if that would hide her body.
“Nah, I think we got the right one,” the first laughed as he made a lewd gesture, “Come on. We will keep you more than happy, huh?”
“I bet you were hired by one of the stuffy old creeps. We’re young, we have to be better looking than,” the other started as he grabbed at Izuku’s wrist, she jerked away and that annoyed him. “Stop fighting! You clearly wanted something like this to happen, you’re dressed like that!”
“Stop! Please! I don’t want this!” Izuku yelled just as the elevator doors opened on her floor. Izuku was beyond happy to find someone on the other side! It was a woman with blond messy double buns who’s smile soured the moment she saw what was happening.
“Ah-hem,” She said loudly startling the two men. “I suggest you two letting go of miss Bakugou if you don’t want to be disposed of.”
“B-Bakugou?” The one that wasn’t touching Izuku stammered. He tapped his knuckles against the other man’s bicep as he paled. “Dude let go, we really don’t want to get on his bad side.”
The second man was braver, or dumber Izuku wasn’t sure. He gripped her wrist tighter.
“That’s a shitty bluff! Everyone knows Bakugou has no interest in things like her,” the second man sneered rudely. The way he referred to Izuku as a thing rather than a person made her stomach sour. The blond woman didn’t say anything just closed the space and her knuckles met the man’s nose.
Izuku let out a squeak of a yell as she heard the sickening crunch of the man’s nose breaking, his face twist and blood splattering across her shirt and jacket. The moment the man’s grip loosened Izuku darted out past Toga-san!
Even though Izuku couldn’t see Himiko’s face she knew the older woman was giving a deadly glare by the way the two men pressed against the far wall, the one holding his bloody nose in his hands.
“Understand you are no longer employed here. I suggest you collect your belongings and exit before I send a guard to force you out,” Himiko’s voice was terrifyingly cold. She spun and headed towards Izuku, carefully sliding an arm around the much smaller woman. Only in her heels was Izuku almost eye level with the older woman. Izuku was shaking as Himiko led Izuku through the floor and towards Katsuki’s office.
If Izuku wasn’t so scared she would have appreciated how her lover looked behind the desk, wearing that dark crimson red suit that made his ruby eyes glint like real gemstones. The moment he saw Izuku and the fact that blood was splattered across her front he stood up and stormed towards them. Himiko pulled her arm away and stepped back to let Katsuki take the small fragile woman into his own embrace.
“What happened?” Katsuki’s voice boomed.
“A lackey thought he was allowed to touch Izuku. I told him to let go and he didn’t so I did exactly what you’d want me to,” Himiko said evenly. “I already fired him but I can retrieve his information if you want to further punish him?”
“Do that, run to the store and get Izuku a new outfit,” Katsuki said as he pulled back and surveyed the woman in front of him. His features darkening with unspoken rage boiling inside of him. His tone softened as he tilted her head up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve greeted you in the lobby.”
Izuku shook her head as tears rolled down her pink cheeks. “I-I...should’ve worn something classier here! I look-“
“Beautiful. You look fucking beautiful Izuku,” Katsuki cut her off sharply as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, his hands moving down to hold her hips. His words were hot on her neck as he spoke sweetly, “I was careless and let you travel by yourself. I should have known my beautiful emerald would draw ugly attention.”
Izuku swallowed, her heart racing for a whole different reason than fear as the older man’s words warmed her from the inside. “Kacchan.”
“I couldn’t help but want to see you,” Katsuki’s lips were at the crook of her neck and shoulder, his hands only moving away from her hips as to pull the blood stained jacket off her. He leaned back and licked his lips, he could see the rosy pink bra that barely contained her soft breasts through that thin shirt.
“Kacchan, don’t stare,” Izuku softly whined as she went to move her arms up to cover herself.
Izuku knew she was silly for being self conscious, especially in front of Katsuki who loved and adored her for both her personality and her body. He had been the one to seek her out through so many sugar babies in the whole city.
He grasped hold of her wrists, unlike the way the other man had this felt good. “You look so fucking beautiful, princess,” Katsuki cooed softly, the use of her nickname made her heart pound in her chest and warmth spread through her core. “Is it okay, if we do it here?”
Izuku flushed and fought the urge to look away, knowing her sugar daddy would only tease her body until she knew her lesson once more. “Yes, daddy. It’s okay.”
He smiled as he leaned in and reached back tearing the flimsy shirt easily down the seem. Izuku would pout later but knew the shirt was ruined with the man’s blood regardless. Those warm hands splayed and easily covered most of her back, and it sent desire straight to her cunt the way his hands touched her. Katsuki pulled away, holding her pretty bra in one of his hands so she stood there completely bare chested.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful,” He cooed softly as he set the bra down on his desk, leaning against it as he crooked a finger to motion her to him.
“You think so?” Izuku asked shyly as she moved towards him. Those huge hands catching hold of her breast, even they weren’t big enough to hold all of her.
“I know so,” Katsuki answered, softly rubbing them. It was obvious he loved her chest, he was the reason her nipples were so sensitive that just brushing them with his thumbs made her moan sweetly.
Without being asked, slowly Izuku moved down, staying stable on her high heels she met his gaze as she unzipped his slacks.
“This is the real reason you couldn’t wait till after work to see me, isn’t it?” She teased as she pulled his hard cock out of his pants. Those long delicate fingers wrapping around, purposely letting her nails tease along his cock as she stroked it lovingly. She wondered if the pretty receptionist would think about getting longer nails if she knew that her boss liked them.
“Mm,” Katsuki let out a low growl, a delicious sound that made it hard for Izuku not to ruin her pretty thong. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately you rode my cock this morning as I dropped you off at your uni.”
Izuku chuckled softly as she softly kissed the tip of his cock, so red and angry, it was so cute! “I couldn’t help it, you woke me up with that mouth of yours!”
Katsuki probably was about to say something back but he couldn’t form any words as her mouth opened and his cock slid into her silky soft mouth.
“Fuck,” he managed out breathlessly as the young woman swallowed his cock all the way down to the base. She still held his cock, only now with her index finger and thumb, though it didn’t wrap completely around it would keep her drool from staining his dark pants.
Izuku loved the feeling of her lover’s thick cock filling her throat. Her gaze catching his as she moved her head, slurping and sucking his cock, twirling her tongue along the veins that ran through his cock. Her mouth was delightfully sinful.
“You’re doing so good,” Katsuki praised as he reached down and pulled her hair free from the ponytail she had finger brushed it into this morning. Those green curls falling and framing her beautiful face making her the image of true beauty in his eyes.
Katsuki watched the woman’s breasts bounce as she moved feverishly, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest thing in the world. He twisted his fingers into those soft curls though he didn’t dictate her speed he still tugged it like she mentioned she liked. The soft moan that vibrated around his cock was definitely an indication that she enjoyed it.
“I’m going to cum, baby, if you keep sucking me like that,” Katsuki groaned, his breath coming shorter as his climax neared. Fuck he never lasted long when she sucked his cock like her life depended on it.
Izuku slurped his cock before letting it pop out of her mouth, she dragged her hand up and down his cock with her nails teasing him. “Cum for me Kacchan,” Izuku moaned as she slid her other arm down below her chest and made them look perkier. “Cover my titties in your hot cum, daddy~” she cooed lewdly, so unlike the sweet and innocent way she normally talked.
A soft moan escaped her pretty pink lips as hot sticky cum splattered across her chest and mouth in thick ropes. He made quite the mess of her chest and his cock still had the audacity to stay hard under her teasing nails.
Katauki pulled Izuku up and didn’t hesitate to lay her across his desk, pushing her skirt up and tugging her thin sparkly pink thong to the side so he could push his cock deep inside of her wet pussy.
“Ah! Kacchan! So big!” Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s cock buried itself inside of her. Her hands moved to her lower stomach, smiling up at Katsuki, “your cock is so deep inside me!”
Katsuki chuckled as he trailed his hands along her legs that framed his hips.
“You love when I’m deep in you, hm?” He teased as he rocked his hips fast, those ruby eyes watching the way her soft body bounced with his thrusts. He fucking loved the way her body moved as he fucked her.
“I do! I love when Kacchan fucks me deep! Ah! And so hard!” Izuku moaned, Katsuki’s cock was Izuku’s biggest weakness. Or was it his mouth that could make her weak in the knees without even touching her. “Please Kacchan! Ah! Don’t stop!”
He pulled one of her legs up so he could kiss her ankle, Katsuki loved when she wore her heels that still didn’t make her tall enough to even kiss him on her own.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Katsuki’s words came out hard and heavy as he fucked into her rougher, making her squeal with unbridled pleasure. Katsuki took both her ankles and spread her legs further apart, splitting the woman open as he couldn’t hide his hunger for his lover.
Their relationship had started solely for sex and company. They had agreed on an allowance, he’d even given her a platinum credit card, a shiny pink phone and a key to his home for her to come whenever she wanted or he’d call her there. Izuku didn’t expect anything more, she hadn’t wanted anything more at the time but it had come so naturally. The love and desire, the passion and the sweet tenderness. It all came so naturally that Izuku nor Katsuki had noticed it until Izuku practically lived in his home, that he would take her to uni before he headed to work.
They hadn’t realized they’d fallen in love until Katsuki got jealous when he went to pick her up and some young man was talking to her so casually! Katsuki didn’t realize what he was even doing as he walked onto campus and up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and grasping her wrist, pulling it out of that violet haired man’s grasp.
The anger and venom spilling from his mouth as he practically snarled at the student to not touch his woman. Izuku had flushed such a pretty red, her eyes growing wide and wonderful before she stammered a ‘that’s my cousin?’
Katsuki had never felt so embarrassed, had never heard someone laugh so hard or had ever been so sweetly consoled by a lover. It was something they never forgot, it was the turning point in their relationship.
Katsuki swallowed hard as he released her legs as he was getting close to cumming again. He reached down and pulled Izuku up, Izuku slid her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for him. Izuku was perfect. Izuku was his.
Katsuki kissed her deeply as the woman’s pointed heels dug at his back, keeping him buried deep inside as he filled her womb with that sticky, thick cum. He held her close, kissing her like it was their last kiss. Katsuki pulled away only after he went soft inside of her messy cunt, but didn’t let her go.
Izuku had that beautiful dazed smile she wore after cuming so hard that her world spun around her. She found him staring lovingly at her and her cheeks couldn’t possibly darken any more.
“I love you, Izuku Bakugou,” Katsuki whispered in their heavy breaths. Izuku swallowed as the happy nervous bubbles filled her as he used her new family name, the one she’d earned at a small elopement.
“I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou,” Izuku giggled as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly once more before finally pulling out. A small shuddery moan escaped Izuku as she felt him pull out and cum slowly leak out of her twitching cunt.
A soft knocking didn’t give Izuku enough time to prepare herself mentally as Himiko slipped back into the office. Katsuki shot her a sharp glare.
“Hey! I waited till after you guys were done,” Himiko said as she moved towards Izuku and pushed the much larger man out of the way. Izuku would never get used to this.
Himiko Toga, Katsuki’s top guard and now someone who dubbed themselves as Izuku’s big sister. To be fair she was only three years older than Izuku, she was incredibly protective over her the moment they met. Embarrassingly the blonde woman helped clean Izuku up with Katsuki watching them, helping Izuku out of the ruined skirt and redid the bra before she pulled out a crimson red and golden detailed yukata that screamed Bakugou Corp.
“There, you’re stunning,” Himiko smiled proudly as she admired the way she dressed Izuku up and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, something almost akin to her own buns. Izuku giggled until she caught Katsuki’s gaze.
“You truly are stunningly beautiful,” Katsuki softly mused as he offered her a hand. Izuku blushed and took his hand, letting the man pull her in and kiss her once more.
—end!
:’) ya know the moment when you go to write one little smut scene and boom you got a small plot and emotions behind it?? Yeah, I feel like that’s how I end up with stories rather than quick smut lmao
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A bit of character origin writing and exploration done for my monster(?)sona! Going to try and do much more with this lil bone pup.
Name: SINE Sinnabon
Species: Void Beast/ Monster/ ???
Parent 1: |Redacted|
Parent 2: Unknown
Notes:
When you want to make something big, something important and critical to the fate of your entire world.
You start small. Hypotheses. Preliminary tests. Prototypes.
Prototypes…
Solutions comprised of half-baked theoreticals. He’d used fragments of a young blaster for the base. Her Core.
The rest, as far as she understood, was taken the old fashioned way; from some monster or another that fell under the Royal Scientist’s spell deep enough they couldn’t see they were being used as a means to an end.
They both wanted a “child”. But while one parent wanted a visual representation of the love they ’shared’ with |Redacted|— he just wanted her. His very first amalgamation brought to life, proof that he could. Proof that his final goal was closer than it appeared.
Beyond the necessary sliver of his Soul, he didn’t even use his own magic to fuel his half of his creation. Perseverance, taken and thickly concentrated, was injected into her tiny, newly formed Soul to stabilize it. He had to make sure a ‘monster’ Soul could be kickstarted with human extracts- for the next step in his process. So in essence, whose child was she, really? After all….
She was conscious long before she had a Soul.
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Sine. A trigonometric function that is equal to the ratio of the side opposite a given angle (in a right triangle) to the hypotenuse. A miscellaneous equation written, and once used to find the angle necessary for the answer… discarded.
They called me 💧︎✋︎☠︎☜︎, sometimes, when they wanted my attention or I wandered too far from the section of lab I was restricted to on four unsteady claws. It had been a few months since my creation (?), and my mother had been attempting to get me to manifest my magic. Or speak. Or stand, really — at this point she was too desperate to be picky. These limbs; this heavy shape that sat within a cradle of thin curved bones; they still didn’t feel like mine.
She was happiest when I mimicked her, so I did. She put strange objects into her mouth, so I did as well. She made strange sounds in my direction, and I returned them with my own chitters. Those didn’t seem to appease her as much as the mouth-objects did, so I didn’t bother with it for the most part. I recognized the most important one, my ‘name’, and that was plenty.
|redacted| wanted nothing to do with me, beyond stopping by on occasion to collect notes on my growth and ‘stability’. That was okay- I felt no particular connection to him either; outside of a dark, chilled, magic-dense scent that smelled like my birthright. Until he returned one day with a bandaged hand and a peculiar scent on the sleeves of his coat. It smelled like him, and me, and Home, and something else entirely. Something New.
It grew stronger over the next few months until it coaxed me out through a cleverly wedged door (I was starting to find out many uses for the additional calcic appendages on my body.) What I found at the end of the scent trail was nothing like I’d expected. It looked like my Creator… kind of. Except a lot smaller, with bared teeth and huge intelligent sockets. It had enough control of its limbs to let me in when I scratched at the door.
The scent it gave off was weak and vulnerable despite its permanent threat display— so I was cautious with my teeth and claws— but there it was. Home. It kept repeating a variety of syllables at me, like mother, so I took this to be their moniker.
“Ssss…Ssaaaans.” My success seemed to startle him, but I sensed no danger. So I stayed, until with an inappropriate amount of havoc I was plucked from my moorings and returned to my own little room. Uncalled for, really.
Obviously, the small one needed the protection of someone. I took on that role with no fanfare- in fact, I was highly reprimanded whenever I would go make sure they hadn’t fallen or hurt themselves in the night. Over time mother just began to allow it. |Redacted| wasn’t pleased, but eventually also ascertained that I had no plans to hurt this other skeletal creature.
In truth, Sans furthered my development way more than I assisted with his. Little by little I picked up on ‘speech’ through repeated patterns in his vibrations. He’d picked up my ‘name’ through the many cries and commotions of months of escapes and used it often to refer to me. He did so many things with his ‘hands’. I wanted that too, so I learned to balance on my hindlegs, using my tail as a ballast. For the first time, we stood eye to eye.
By the time Papyrus came along I was walking and talking almost as well as Sans. Like a shadow, I trailed him through every hallway I was allowed (and some I wasn’t). He was my only friend in the crowded, lonely, labyrinth of rooms and pathways that made up my world, and while I didn’t understand many of the ‘jokes’ he made, I laughed anyway.
The addition of another to our small group of two— an actual sibling—concerned me more than I would express, but as the small gap-toothed child thrust an even tinier collection of bones into my snout with the biggest, proudest smile I’d ever seen from him… well, I couldn’t help but love him too.
And so the three of us grew up together within the walls of the lab. Inseparable. After some time Sans began to help |redacted| with his research and left Papyrus and I alone for long periods. But he always came back; he reassured me each and every time he walked through the keycard locked section of the lab I couldn’t follow.
He did every time.
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Records that no longer exist note that I had just turned eighteen when things went sideways.
Scattered papers slipped and tore under my claws as I raced through the dusty hallways, avoiding best I could the monsters careening in all directions in search of an exit. It was hard to hear, hard to think with alarms blaring and people screaming and my own mind frantic with worry for my small makeshift family. Both of them were missing, unable to be found in any of our common hang out areas or personal rooms. Sans could be in the labs, or out on an assignment, but then- Papyrus? I had to find at least the latter, or his brother would have my spine if he got trampled in the madness.
“I heard it was the core!” Someone threw at a party running the same direction. “No one knows what happened!”
The ground shook with a mighty tremor and more dust fell through the ceiling tiles. It had been doing this for some time now.
“What about the team there? The experiment? Are they—” The metal slam of a door cuts off the remainder. That’s right… Sans had been part of a small group working on something big, at “the core”, he’d called it. Today was… today was…
I gulped and looked harder still. Minutes passed and the halls sat empty, quiet now save for the whine of the emergency sirens and the occasional creaking of twisting metal. It wasn’t safe here.
Panic tore its fangs down the inside of my ribs and across my skull, the first true fear I’d experienced in my life. The walls themselves groaned like a beast breaking free from the layers of the earth, and something primal and ancient finally overwhelmed the lingering refusal of common sense. I dropped to all fours and raced for the safest space I knew. The first room. Tucked far back in a secret wing so that only a select few back then knew of my taboo existence.
I curled up in the far corner and wailed while the sky screamed and metal tore in large pieces to pin the door and turn my safe haven into a dank and darkened tomb for its sole resident.
Once again, things grew silent. My mind was curiously hazy - I must have hit it on something in the maelstrom… I could only recall bits and pieces; flashes of sight and sound and taste. A tall blurred man in a dark coat with holes in his palms, and a couple of figures that evoked a feeling of peace and belonging deep in my chest. I wasn’t quite sure who they were… but something told me that they’d come back for me.
Weeks pass, dust settles.
‘They would!’
Someone else moves into the lab; I can hear vibrations and music from wings far from my own. I remain in the dark.
‘Eventually…’
To conserve magic, I barely move these days. Occasionally, a canine-esque figure comes to visit, and brings me crumbs of a crisp object I lap off the floor with a half formed appendage.
‘But nobody came.’
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They find her when cleaning out the west annex to move Alphys’s lab topside. Eyelights dim and flickering, moreso a pile of bones than something living. It’s unknown where she came from, or who she is—all of the papers found in this section of the lab are curiously blank, like many of the contents of the manilla folders Alphys had searched through.
At first, she refuses to eat, as if she didn’t remember how to. Recovery is slow and doesn’t progress linearly. When they finally get her to speak, she admits that her past is no more than a water-logged jigsaw puzzle with half the box missing. She keeps what remains to herself.
They have to call her something, so they name her after the first thing she’d responded to on the surface— a sweet and cinnamony confection that once tasted, disappeared into her maw like a fly to a frog.
Cinnabon. It sounded right, though it looked wrong when written. She kept finding herself switching out the first few letters, and it felt better. S-I-N… the rest kept slipping away like sand through an hourglass.
