#bkdk

cw: dubcon, NSFW, tiny faerie Deku, big devil Bakugou

Faeries are a mischievous sort. They don’t particularly like doing what they’re told. As good-natured and generous as Izuku is, he too falls neatly within this stereotype. A relatively young member of the Fae at only

around 200 years, the forest colored troublemaker had yet to come across the darkness that dwelled in the pits of the valley he called home.

For centuries he’s heard the tales spun by his grandmother—tales of ruination at the shadowy claws of the devils who lurked in those

hidden corners. He even knew a few of his cousins who had disappeared after journeying off there—or at least that’s what the elders said. He had his own personal theory that they just told the younglings that to discourage leaving the colony.

And that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

Leave.

Explore the world and take everything it had to offer. If this place he called home was as utopian as the elders insisted, then didn’t that mean there were other places just as spectacular? He wanted to see them—wanted to discover

and learn every ounce of knowledge those regions had to offer! Izuku thought it to be his calling—and if there was one thing he was beyond all else it was stubborn. One night after a particularly extravagant feast, the naïve faerie crept over his drunken relatives and flitted

off with only a rucksack thrown over his shoulder.

The first thing he did was fly upwards over the canopy of the forest, towards the high hanging moon. He had never seen it so close before, so full and heavenly. The night was meant for mayhem, but Izuku had always found it more

appealing than the day. The cool air soothed his ruddy cheeks, rosy from his constant nervous blushing. It was rife with mystery, and there was nothing the faerie loved more than puzzles.

As he frolicked about, enjoying his newfound freedom, a strange smell wafted near,

causing him to pause. It was liked spiced rum and the musk of a rutting deer. No… not a deer. The smell was too familiar. It was nothing like an animal, but everything like a beast. Like a devil.

Even if he hadn’t smelled it before, somehow he knew the scent instinctively.

At first he wanted to question the queasy feeling in his gut, but the knowledge was written in his code the same way magic was. A shiver ran through his tiny form and he sped off, translucent spring colored wings leaving a trail of light in their wake.

There was no time to think about the old stories he was told, or how foolish he had been.

Within moments the moon was eclipsed, covering the canopy in shadow as he dived towards their enshrining depths. Just as he touched the rubbery texture of leaves, he was dragged backwards,

clutched within a palm that smelled of cinnamon and ash. It was warm enough to make his pale skin flush red and begin to dampen with sweat. Izuku kicked and screamed and pushed at the tightening around his body, but it only gripped with more force, choking the air from his lungs.

He panted and wheezed as the creature cackled above him, deep and mocking. Stubbornly he bit down into the blackened flesh of the devil, and for a second he was free—flying just far enough to be captured again by the rope binding his frock.

A helpless sob escaped him as teensy, luminescent tears floated out and up, joining the moon rays in the stratosphere.

For a time, the only sound was his hiccupping and the chorus of crickets in the forest below. A long enough period past that Izuku’s crying came to a stop.

Confused by the sudden halt in the hunt that was assuredly at its end, glimmering emerald peered up questioningly at the devil.

At first all he saw was scarlet—glowing brighter than the sun--like lava that had just been spewed from a volcanic trench.

The next thing he realized was that those eyes were just as wide as his own likely were. The devil was stunned into silence, for what reason he didn’t know, but the behemoth merely stared like he had just obtained a sacred jewel.

Izuku was no jewel, he wasn’t even particularly cute among the Fae!

The devil however… he shone brilliantly, with white-gold hair that spiked outward, framing a cut jaw and cheekbones that enthroned sharp fangs which peeked out from between full, parted lips.

“Oh.”

Grandmother had never told him how beautiful devils were.

It was possible he said the last part out loud, because his captor had instantly turned a sort of pitiful red that reminded him of himself after being forced to make a banquet speech only so his brethren could have a good

laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, bug—I’ll squish you.”

He must have said that out loud, too.

Izuku hid his face in his hands and squeaked, reeling back as he anticipated the killing blow to finally come. But it never did. Instead, he felt a sudden tug, then a rip—and then the cool

night air he loved so much, in places he wasn’t sure he should.

His hands flew downward to cover himself as he glared at the devil, whose eyes twinkled suspiciously at his exposed figure.

“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?! I didn’t know devils played with their food!”

An amused, pale eyebrow quirked upward.

“Devils do whatever they please. We’re not bound by rules like your kind.”

Izuku trembled as a purple tongue slipped out from the creature’s mouth as he

licked his lips. The rough pad of his thumb began to stroke the faerie’s skin, which erupted in goosebumps at the unexpected friction. He bit the inside of his cheek as the devil drew in closer, inhaling his scent deeply before letting out a low, lewd sound against his quivering

frame.

“Fuck. You smell like the spring.”

Crimson burst over his cheeks and chest as he clenched his eyes shut, refusing to meet the hypnotic glare that he knew was hovering above him. Izuku knew once he opened them, he would be lost—more lost than he already was.

His soul would be stolen right from them by the wretched beast and all of his otherworldly beauty. It didn’t seem as if the devil minded, though. All thoughts of keeping his eyelids closed went out the window as he felt something wet and hot drag over his leg—slow and purposeful.

Then suddenly the world was upside down.

Or, he was.

Hung by his two feet as his legs were carefully spread apart. Panic seized in his chest as that nerve-singing drag started again, this time moving from his taint over to his privates with reverent leisure.

(tweet limiiiiiit *shakes fist at sky*)

A humming sound sent vibrations through his body as the next lick came, drenching him from his stomach to his chest. Izuku sobbed, murmuring apologies to his mother and elders as he was flipped around.

“D-don’t eat me.”

The devil scoffed and dove in, pressing his

mouth and nose to the poor Fae’s torso, which rose and fell rapidly as he hyperventilated.

The obsessive scenting turned to licks which morphed into slow kisses across Izuku’s ribs, “shh, shh… hush little bug. M’ not gonna hurt you.”

“Eh?”

The blood rushing in his ears muffled the crickets and night birds as those pits of lava returned to capture his gaze. The devil certainly had a devil’s smile.

That sinful mouth traveled lower, and he gave the faerie’s crotch another sharp inhale, causing Izuku to freeze.

Suddenly there was heat—and then humiliatingly glorious pleasure.

“Y-you weirdo! You strange devil! U-unhand m-m-me!!”

The evil beast was sucking him, all of it—his inner thighs, his cock, his balls—every hidden bit of him. That tongue was between his cheeks, rubbing

incessantly at his hole as horribly wet, repulsive sounds replaced the song of the night.

He slapped his little hands on the devil’s forehead and pulled at his bangs, feeling his fight leave him as bliss flooded in to replace it. His cries turned to suppressed

moans, which became outright keening as his hands were torn away from his mouth.

Izuku had never come before. He knew of faeries who partook in carnal pleasure, but he had always found more fulfillment in obscure knowledge. Never before had he been taken apart this way,

so cruelly, so meticulously.

His body was standing on end, heaving and twitching from the stimulation as the devil drew backwards to admire his handiwork.

“Gorgeous.”

A whine flew from Izuku’s pretty, wet lips as he gazed at nothing and everything, tears bright as stars

painting the air. He wasn’t thinking about home anymore, nor about those old faerie tales—just coming. He wanted to come. So badly.

The tiny thing bucked his hips and chirped, and instantly those devilish pupils became thin slits.

Before he could realize his mistake, the world turned black again as those hands closed over him.

Izuku would become another cautionary tale for the youngling Fae to foolishly disregard.

The tale started and ended the same, but the elders never knew what really happened to the curious adventurer.

However—sometimes—soft, blissful moans could be heard on nights where the moon was full and stars dripped like tears from the sky.

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END! Thank you for reading : )