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izzabela · 5 months ago

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Can you write something where the Lin Kuei brothers grab their girlfriend's face and say "eyes on me"? 🫠😍

Focus Here - Lin Kuei siblings x fem!reader (scenario fic)

in which each brother in the Lin Kuei experience jealousy for you

a/n: yummy idea, delectable even- a dollop of whip cream to make it better

ship[s]: bi han, tomas, kuai liang x fem!reader

warning(s): brief milanya (taleena?) mention, brief johnshi mention, anti-betrayal

(bi han really sliding no less than six feet to that wall- my extra king)

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Bi Han

Bi Han sat beside you outside of the indoor pool in Johnny's mansion. Bi Han was invited by Johnny, along with his brothers and all of the other friends he had made on his cross-dimension journey, to his newly bought mansion to celebrate the smashing success of his movie, Mortal Kombat 1.

Figures present were OIA members Kenshi and Jaxx Briggs, the imperial family plus Tanya, Khameleon, and Li Mei, the Lin Kuei, Ashrah and Syzoth, Liu Kang and Geras, and the Fengjian-born monks. After all, the true-to-life heroes were the inspo for such a great movie.

Bi Han would have thrown the invitation away, if it weren't for your curiosity. During a slow day in Arctika, you sat in his lap and watched him go through numerous papers of diplomacy and information, but your eye caught on a small piece of paper that was buried underneath. You took it and read it out loud, to which you begged Bi Han to answer and say you could go.

He couldn't say no to you. He may have cryo in his fingertips, but it melted under your warmth. You, his lovely partner, had him in the palm of your hand. Plus, your puppy eyes were practically irresistible, so he just had to say yes (even though he huffed it out). He remembers watching you run out and call upon his brothers, to which all three of you came back and cheered happily at the chance of seeing your friends again.

Bi Han hated to admit it, but he did miss everyone, especially the doddering Earthrealmers. He didn't say it out loud, though, knowing you'd use it against him.

So now, here he was, with you by his side as he watched his companions eat, drink, swim, and carry a jovial air during this meeting. More specifically, he was watching you watch Tomas, Kuai Liang, Johnny, Kitana, and Kung Lao swim in the indoor pool. Splashing like grade-schoolers, you laughed at how Johnny was getting everyone wet with his large splashes. He looked like a little kid, proud of how big his waves were.

To prove how strong he was, he decided to flex his muscles at everyone watching, His signature, flashy smile was plastered on his face as he proudly showed off his external features, his muscles accentuated by the dripping chlorine water. You turn past Bi Han and see Geras and Liu Kang together, and the former shake his head. He's got a friendly smile on his face, which betrays the words he mouthed to you.

"If only I had made him more humble," you read his lips. You chuckle, rolling your eyes to the demi-god.

Johnny catches this and rushes over to you, muscles in front of your eyes as he grunts like a powerlifter. You laugh at his playful antics, knowing he meant no harm in them. After all, despite his flirty personality, you knew he respected your relationship with Bi Han. Hell, even with his fame, he stayed loyal to his wife- a rare gem that shone brightly against the muck of Hollywood.

"Rate the charm, (y/n)," he huffs, keeping his chest puffed as he hits the Icarus pose.

You laugh some more, noticing his over exaggerated facial expressions as he kept flexing. Your face is red due to the laughter, but Bi Han thinks otherwise. He moves quickly, heart controlling his actions instead of his mind.

His hand is firmly on your chin, and you gasp as he turns your face to meet his. He has no color on his face, but you know he's feeling something due to the edge of his ears flushed pinkish-red. He stares deeply into your eyes as he speaks low.

"Do not be swayed by useless flattery, (y/n)," he said, "Eyes. On. Me."

The room is quiet, all eyes on you three. Johnny is staring between you two as he slowly backs into the pool. In fact, he gently brings Kitana and Kung Lao together in the front, hiding behind Tomas and Kuai Liang. The four shoot him a glare as they try to watch their very own soap opera.

Bi Han is not one for PDA- ever. He showed it privately, making a sure that even his brothers do not see. You think hard, trying to figure out why he was acting like this- then it clicked.

The oh-so mighty, notoriously cold, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was jealous.

You stifle your laugh, hand on his cheek as you announce his feelings without his consent.

"Jealous much, darling Bi Han?" you tease.

Kuai Liang's got a shit-eating grin on his face and Tomas leans on Johnny's shoulder to laugh. Kung Lao and Kitana also look amongst one another and begin to chuckle, and the room is animated once more, this time with chatter about the leader of the Lin Kuei.

He takes a deep inhale, glaring at his family as he reels himself back from his vulnerability. It's too late, though, as you latch onto his arm and coo at him teasingly, tracing the muscles on his biceps with your fingernails.

"My little blueberry, jealous over an actor?" You tease some more, "Your ears are pink too, honey!"

Bi Han just groans out loud, a hand rubbing over his face as he can hear his brothers completely lose it. Kuai Liang was leaning on Tomas as he was leaning on Johnny, their howling laughter drawing Bi Han closer and closer to them. He strips his traditional garb off and is only in his pants. He towers over the three rascals that dare put him in this situation, arms crossed and his scowl deeper than possible.

"You two have no idea with whom you're dealing with," Bi Han yells as he sends himself into the pool, his impact creating little waves that rock everyone in the pool. You watch him in pure shock, and he rises from the water with a terrifying smile on his face.

You get up to try and stop him from rough housing too hard with his family and Johnny, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning, it's Ashrah with a silly smirk on her face and Syzoth right behind her.

"Best to leave them alone, (y/n)," she tells you gently, "Besides, it seems they are all enjoying themselves."

You want to protest, but looking back in the pool, you see the loving smiles on the Tomas's and Kuai Liang's faces as they splash their eldest brother. Sighing, you give up and sit with the Outworld couple, phasing in and out of conversation since you're too busy watching the water cascade Bi Han's features as a rare, soft smile is on his face.

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Tomas

Tomas taps a tambourine rhythmically as you're next to him shaking a shaker egg, acting as accompaniments to Kung Lao and Raiden's sister's duet. They're both singing an old Chinese song, Raiden saying it was the stuff their parents listened to.

It's been a couple of years since the timeline debacle regarding Shang Tsung, Titan Shang Tsung, Quan Chi, and General Shao, and everyone involved in saving the realms was invited by Johnny and Kung Lao to Madam Bo's place for food, friends, and musical fun. Initially, Kung Lao invited Raiden, his sister, and you- Wu Shi friend group. However, Johnny had overheard and decided to insert himself in the group, offering to plan the entire ordeal.

Hesitant, Kung Lao allowed him to, but tonight was clear he went above and beyond to accommodate for everyone, especially the Outworlders that would be seeing Earth for the first time in many millennia. Karaoke was a good move on Johnny's end, since music could unite anyone and anybody, and tonight was more than enough proof.

As you shook the egg, you saw how Tanya and Mileena danced together, the former spinning the latter woman around. You also saw Harumi and Kuai Liang dance, though it looked more like Harumi leading a headless chicken. It filled you with joy, peace finally befalling the universe.

The song ends with Raiden's sister's voice gently falling quieter until the background music ended. At that, you and Tomas stood up alongside the duet, bowing as your friends cheered and whooped for the talent. You and Tomas put the instruments back in the bucket that held the other ones, sitting back down as you waited for the next singer (or singers) come grab the mics. You sigh and lean into Tomas's shoulder, to which he silently puts his hand around your shoulder to bring you close. He plants a kiss on on the top of your head, and you preen in pride and love at his affection.

You both are drawn out of your comfortable silence by Mileena and Kitana grabbing the microphones, tapping it with confused faces as they try to understand the "magic" in front of them. The twins whisper among themselves, the mics a little too close to one another, and the repercussions of their negligence are paid off with a shriek from the speakers. Everyone covers their ears, Johnny coming to the empress and princess's side to fix it.

"Okay, your lovelinesses," he said with a nervous chuckle, "This 'magic' is sensitive. So, keep a distance while singing."

He leaves them and they clear their throats, Kitana announcing themselves, "Tonight, our song will be one from tradition."

You look at Mileena, who seems to be looking at her sister with silent understanding, "A toast! To longstanding peace among the realms!"

You snd Tomas lift your glasses, him planting a kiss in your cheek, and you two cheer with everyone as they say "peace" all together. Mileena also offers their song to someone special.

"For our mother, our beloved Empress Sindel," she says confidently, "May she watch over us from the Living Forest!"

It's a little more hushed, the dedication personal to the women, but everyone pushes through and offers more cheers in Sindel's name. Once that's done, the twin sisters begin singing their song.

Their voices carry love, endearment, and power, singing in their native language. It was like a siren's song, addicting and enchanting, and you can't help but close your eyes and sway gently to their voices.

Your eyes open to check your surroundings and see the following: Li Mei and Khameleon twirling around one another as they sway their hips, Raiden dancing with his little sister (also spinning her around), and Tanya bumping the side of her hip with the tambourine, matching the sound and rhythm of her lover and dearest sister-in-law. You clap your hands along and wiggle your hips too, Tomas chuckling at your attempt to dance.

Tanya seems to hear the commotion where you are, and she dances her way to your seat. She takes your hand and offers a loving smile, taking you in her arms and teaching you how to dance with them. Unknown to you, though, Tomas simply watches in silence as his lover is taken away from his side. He tries to hide his feelings, after all you were just dancing with a friend, but he couldn't help it.

He grits his teeth and crosses his arms over his chest, clearly showing his odd discomfort of seeing you dance with Tanya. The smoke, that usually surrounds him without shape, rises in thin lines. It seems Johnny and Kung Lao notice the Czech man's dilemma, naming his affliction for him.

"Oooh~," Johnny draws out as he wraps his arm around his shoulder, "Smokey bear here's got it bad!"

Tomas tries to fix himself, "I am- I am not! I'm simply watching her dance with friends- no more and certainly no less."

Kung Lao eggs him further, "I believe he is trying to mask his discomfort, but you're such a bad liar, Tomas!"

Your focus is drawn away from your impromptu dance lesson to Tomas and friends, the poor man subject to childish torments and jokes. You decide to meet him, dancing just as Tanya did when she got to you.

Tomas sees you and immediately gets away from his friends, sweeping you in his arms as he leads you two back to the floor. You're shocked for sure, but smile as you dance, him twirling you around to shake, shake, and shake.

He notices you looking at Tanya's moves, mimicking her in your own, aloof way, bur enough's enough. Tomas grabs your cheeks gently (but firmly), making sure your beautiful eyes stay on his own.

"Not her, love," he says rather darkly, going against his personable manner of speaking, "Me. Only me. Eyes. On. Me."

You can hear Johnny and Kung Lao whoop and holler, but you can't look away from your boyfriend's eyes as he lays his command. Realizing the situation, you smile softly and gently tap his hands to let you go.

"Childish, aren't they?" you comfort him as he continues to act as your dance partner.

He sighs and frowns, "They can truly be so immature."

Even after Kitana and Mileena's song, you two kept dancing to whoever sang next, never taking your eyes off him.

Well, only once did your eyes wander from his, and it was to watch Kung Lao and Johnny get scolded by Liu Kang and Raiden.

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Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang sat next to you on a picnic blanket, gently grazing his fingers on your back as the gentle spring breeze billowed through the cherry blossom trees at the Fire Temple. You breathe in and exhale calmly, a peaceful air among you two and the many friends present. Looking around, you see Mileena and Tanya on their blanket together, Mileena's head on the Matron Superior's shoulder. You also note Kitana and Raiden on their own blanket, Raiden a nervous wreck next to the beautifully deadly woman.

Many familiar faces surrounded you, and your heart warmed greatly at the fact you could see your friends once more.

Johnny wanted to host a garden party for Kenshi's birthday (lovely boyfriend he is, huh?), but he wanted it to be grand. He somehow managed to convince Liu Kang to bequeath the Fire Temple to his leadership. He technically did, allowing Johnny to plan the party, but only when Liu Kang or Geras was present. Still, it turned out to be a massive success.

Kenshi, busy with work in the OIA, Earthrealm's defense, and his own clan, had very little time for himself. He missed home, and not just the scenery of Japan. He missed the food, culture, and the ability to simply take a break and enjoy the wonderful country of Japan. Since he had a target on his back at home, Johnny wanted to bring him a taste of home with their new friends and allies.

Johnny sent invitations out to everyone, you, Kuai Liang, and his family as well. Kuai Liang, as much as he cherished his friends, was busy. Working as second in command for Bi Han was rough, and as much as he loves his brother, he could not figure a way to convince him to take one day to themselves. He made the mistake of leaving the invitation out in the open on his desk. When he left his room, you had found the invite and immediately went to find the leaders of the Lin Kuei.

Bi Han surprisingly said yes, and you all showed up here now. Sat on a blanket next to Kuai Liang and his brothers by your guys' feet, you all cherished this rare break surrounded by friends. Suddenly, Johnny tapped his glass to command attention.

"Thank you everyone for coming to Kenshi's birthday," Johnny said warmly, "Before I kick you all to the curb, I propose a game!"

You looked at everyone on your blanket as Johnny continued, "I've got some papers made and different stuff hidden around the temple. First pair to come back with the entire paper filled, wins a prize!"

You were excited, grabbing his hand and pulling him up, "Come on, Kuai Liang! I wish to win, so let's get up to it!"

He chuckles, "Alright then, love, but slow down. My brothers have yet to come up with us."

You watch as Bi Han gets up with a grunt. He offers a hand to Tomas and lifts him up effortlessly, a smile on his face as he tells him his thanks.

As you're all clamoring about the possible prize, Bi Han simply saying it was a useless ruse. Before you guys could get the papers, Johnny came back with another announcement.

"Agh, sorry guys!" he apologized, carrying a cup of popsicle sticks, "To get rid of bias, and unfair advantages," he looks at his Outworlder friends, "Everyone has to draw a popsicle stick with a number. Find the person with your matching number, come get a paper, and yerrrr outta here!" Johnny says with a baseball announcer voice.

Everyone's hands lunge towards the cup, in hopes that fate would still allow everyone to be paired with who they wished. Unfortunately, no deity heard your prayers, and you've drawn a stick with a "10" on it.

"Daring, did you draw the same number?" you show your stick to him. Unfortunately, he shook his head.

"Unfortunate, I drew a 6," he said with a sad smile. His misery is short-lived, though, as Ashrah taps his shoulder with the same numbered popsicle stick. He gives a polite smile at the demoness and turns to you, only to find a certain Zetarran by your side. Kuai Liang was about to call your name, but you were swept away by Syzoth's eager amusement.

Ashrah chuckles lightly, "Not very pleased, are you, Scorpion?" she amuses Kuai Liang. He simply grunts, but puts a polite face for her.

"Let's just... follow them," Kuai Liang says as he leads the way. Ashrah, despite her own consort with another woman, did not feel affected. Perhaps she was getting used to more "human" emotions, or maybe she was so confident in Syzoth's loyalty. Regardless, she followed him as he followed you and Syzoth.

As he and Ashrah found things on the list, he couldn't keep his gaze away from your enjoyment with the reptilian shape-shifter. You were in awe of how he could shift half of his body to jump high into trees, or the fact that he still had his reptilian tongue despite his humanoid form. You were most interested in his eyes, though. Do not get it twisted, though, you were very much loyal to Kuai Liang and his love, but it wasn't every day you saw someone so vastly different.

As Syzoth explained how his body worked, Kuai Liang had enough and stormed over to you and him. His anger was affected every step he took, the grass behind him leaving trails of burns in the shape of his feet. Your head turned to him as you saw him close in on you, eyes fired up and heart burning for your attention. One of his hands easily takes both of yours, unable to get away from him as his other hand gripped your chin. His thumb caressed your bottom lip as he spoke.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he announces, not caring is Syzoth and Ashrah are behind him listening, "When you look at others, especially other men..."

You try to look at Syzoth, but Kuai Liang's grip is decently firm. You can feel his breath, slightly warm due to his magic.

"Not him, at me. Keep your eyes. On. Me," he commanded.

All you can do is nod as he wraps himself around you for a hug. You sigh in the warmth, inhaling his summer scent and in your own world before realizing what he was feeling.

Your eyes widen, gasping as you separate yourself from him, "Kuai Liang, are you... jealous?"

You can feel him freeze before looking down at you. His eyes don't meet yours, darting everywhere around you as his face flushes pink. You coo at him, patting his head as you look over to your companions.

"Do not worry over this one, Syzoth," you assure him, "His sting is not as deadly as he says it is."

Syzoth puts a sheepish hand to the back of his head, nervously laugh as Ashrah links hands with his free one. Kuai Liang, out of his emotional stupor, begins to profusely apologize to the Outworlders. In fact, he apologized on the way back to Kenshi and Johnny's table, turning their papers as Kuai Liang rambled on and on and on.

You didn't win the prize (which was a huge Johnny Cage stuffed bear with glasses and its own "Johnny" tattoo), but the fact you were considered so precious to your beloved was the best reward you could ever have.

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this was so cute. i think johnny would throw the best parties

i've gotten a couple more requests in the past couple of days, so i'm gonna do my best to finish them before my vacation.

i'm actually wanted to write fics on the known ships/couples already established in MK1, what do you guys think?

thank y'all for reading! and i'll see you guys in the next fic

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #bi han #scorpion #smoke #sub zero #x reader #tomas x reader #bi han x reader #kuai liang x reader

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sabinemorans · 4 months ago

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Dawn

Aegon x Aemond fic

(Nightly Fantasies 2)

Word Count: 1118

NSFW warnings: targcest, submissive Argon, Dominant Aemond, male breeding fantasy, toxic devotion

Aemond was pressing kisses to Aegon’s shoulder as he fucked into him while spooning. Each soft, almost *too sweet* moan was music to his ears. It was daylight now, but still early. Aemond was a naturally early riser who liked to stretch and exercise before having his morning meal so he was rarely bothered before the ninth morning hour with food or anything. Aegon, the servants well knew was lazy, and often wasn’t even up before midday so any food brought would be wasted. It was the perfect motivation to get in another attempt at *conceiving*, which led to this moment now. Aegon’s hand reaching back to clutch at Aemond’s head, arching so needily to meet the cock in his ass and Aemond’s hand lazily stroking his king’s cock with the occasional nipple touching.

Every time he gave Aegon’s nipples a little rub with his thumb or pinched it Aemond made himself a promise to lean heavily into it the next time they did this. Maybe in the “proper” breeding position…so he could watch the other’s facial expressions.

Aegon was prettiest when he was fully exposed to his brother with his pale skin flushed or spanked pink and his needy, blissed out, *adoring* faces all out in the open for Aemond to admire. He really was a beautiful man, and Aemond loved to hammer the compliment home as he drove deeply into him.

“My pretty love,” the Prince whispered, licking the outer shell of the other’s ear as he quickened his place just enough to be stimulating but not to force the other into the final throes just yet. ��You’re so delectable in the morning light, I could devour you.”

He punctuates this with a deep thrust and twist of the wrist which had Aegon covering his mouth to stop from crying out. He moaned behind his hands a few moments before setting his hand on top of Aemond’s, just holding it.

“J-just for you, only you dear b-b-brother.” Aegon was reaching his limit. He was getting goose flesh and it had Aemond smiling.

He leans closer and presses a kiss to the corner of Aegon’s mouth. Aegon turned to him to kiss him fully, the act between them slow and sensual with adoration in every touch of their tongues and meeting of their lips. “Say it for me…,” Aemond whispered, pulling back to meet their eyes and stilling his body.

The eye contact was intense and Aegon took a moment to catch his breath, then cup Aemond’s scarred face more tenderly than he had the night before. His thumbnail gently tracing the bottom lip.

“I love you.” The King said, then gulped, seeming to steel himself to confess something even more. When the words came they were nearly inaudible. “Even if only in private, my devotion is to you alone. Us, against the world.”

Aemond’s heart was pounding, his cock was twitching and he felt such a surge of love, and desire thrum through his body he was nearly collapsed by it. It must’ve shown on his face because Aegon gave a rare, genuine and full smile, and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

“Cum inside me again, my Prince. I want to feel another heir to the throne take root.” Aegon requested. And once again, Aemond’s control broke, and he was a horny hound needing to breed once more.

He pulled from Aegon only for the time it took to flip him onto his stomach again, and yank his hips up. On instinct Aegon spread his knees wide and presented his hole with a sinful jiggle of his ass. If the stuff used to make him slick wasn’t so bad tasting Aemond would devoured the thing thoroughly and had Aegon spilling again in seconds, but perhaps at a later date after a shared bath.

“Such a teasing whore,” Aemond growls as he presses back inside, giving the soft flesh a harsh smack. “You love it when I make that ass bounce with the force of my cock don’t you? Fuck-yes it’s doing it now. So soft, like bread dough beneath me and you’re sucking me in deep. You must need my seed again so badly don’t you? My soft, sweet brother, by the Gods if I can’t give you another heir I will bloat your middle until it looks like you’re carrying a piece of me within you.”

Aegon moaned loudly and in punishment (and for security) Aemond shoved two of his long fingers down his lover’s throat. Expert at sucking the long cock that was currently battering at his special spot Aegon didn’t even noisily gag, he just closed his pink lips around the digits and began to suck.

*Gods be good*, Aemond thought as he raised his face to the heavens and finished, his cum going straight down into his brother so fast he could imagine a bigger roundness to Aegon’s middle than there already was forming. He moaned in pleasure.

“That’s my good boy…your ass may need more training but your throat already belongs to me… I’m very proud.” Those words had Aegon causing an even bigger mess on the sheets from the pulsing of his muscle around Aemond and the moans muffled around his fingers.

Chuckling, Aemond pulls his fingers out and smacks his behind once again-harder. “Now I think I’m ready to face the day…aren’t you, my dear King?”

Aegon groans. Aemond chuckles again and slips out. Before either can move away Aemond grips the top of Aegon’s thighs and forces him forward more. Aemond’s thumbs dig into the soft skin around around the pink thing and he sighs happily at the sight,

Aegon had yelled a little at the move and now was writhing and wiggling. “Brother! What are you doing?”

“Admiring,” the younger says, without a hint of embarrassment. “You know if I wouldn’t have to slice the neck of anyone but me who saw this…I’d have an artist draw this for me so I could always remember it.

“That’s so perverted!” The older proclaims, but more of Aemond’s cum spills down onto Aegon’s sack as he clenches at the thought.

“Mmm…it might be worth it.” He releases Aegon (who collapses) and then stands from the bed. He kisses Aegon’s sweaty forehead tenderly before gripping his chin lightly and making him look up. “I’d wager you have until the sun shifts at the next hour mark to get back to your own chambers dear brother. Can’t let the servants know you’re in here.”

He smiles and walks to his bathing chambers then. He’d wait until Aegon had left to call for hot bath water. With such a stellar beginning, the day was sure to be oh so lovely.

#Aegond #aegon x aemond #aemond x aegon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the second #king aegon #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #prince aemond #house of the dragon #HotD #HotD smut #house of the dragon smut #targcest

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ssplague · 7 months ago

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Chapter 3

Masterlist

Warnings ⛔️ A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Honorable mentions 💌 @lalachanya @mrsmelaninhood

@whatdidshesayyy @faemagic88

@viridianhero @alishii @rv19

@maggiecc @crazy-eight17 @nnubee

“All for you, All because of you”

The sight of you standing in the shadows of the hallway, made Bakugou feel as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs. You look from the angry blonde, to the way he holds your green haired savior. A brief flash of anger reflects in your eyes, while your facial features display abject terror. Seeing your display of negative emotions focused solely upon him, had something in the shifter’s chest aching painfully. “Unhand him! Put him down right now!” You demanded shakily, tears begin to well up in your eyes, quick to overflow and dribble down your cheeks. “He was just trying to help by getting me out of the storm! Please don’t Kill him! PLEASE!” You wailed, feeling absolutely helpless.

The original shock that your sudden appearance had brought on was quick to fade. Each of the men regained their composure, each one’s expression was drastically different from the other’s.

Deku being dropped to the floor has you shrinking back against the wall. Done in attempts to make yourself smaller, hopefully small enough to go unnoticed. Only to realize how stupid that thought was, while the one you now knew as a blood thirsty beast approaches. Flames danced within the crimson stare, its intensity was solely focused on you. A chaotic swell of feelings had resulted from the earlier encounter with Shindo. Even after channeling said feelings Into a rage fueled destruction, the continued heart ache had been too great for his mortal self to endure. So Bakugou had let his draconic side bear the brunt of that emotional onslaught, to which the beast didn’t seem to mind. Now however…with you mere inches away, cowering at his feet, the beastly side of him was fighting like mad to remain in control.

We found her!

Let’s take her, mark her, make her understand there is no escape!

Somehow you had managed to hold his gaze since it landed on you. Despite the fact that your body is shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. For a split second the actual scene infront of him is altered; Rather than being in Deku’s shitty second home the two of you were in the dragon king’s most cherished place, with his fangs piercing your neck as he mounted you from behind. Quick as the vision had come, it just as rapidly dissipated.

Obviously this image was forced to the forefront of his mind on purpose. Pathetic, as if he needed any more incentive to take what was already his.

Her eyes are even more beautiful when she cries…Just look at her, poor thing is wound up as tight as a bow string…

Reminds me of a timid little doe in the forest, ready to run at the first sign of danger…

As Bakugou slowly brings a large hand up towards your face, you flinch instinctively.

“Y/N…I would never harm you…how could your opinion of me have shifted so drastically just from hearing some ridiculous stories?” His voice is soft as he speaks to you, the calloused pad of his thumb drying your tears.

“Are they really just stories? You looked perfectly capable of killing Midoryia right now, maybe you would have even enjoyed doing so…” you gesture toward Izuku as you finally look away from Bakugou. Your heart ached with some strange unspoken need to be close to this man, you couldn’t get him out of your head, “Can we talk somewhere privately?”.

“The bedroom in the very back of the house would be a good spot” your host offers, giving you an encouraging smile, despite rubbing his sore neck.

You turn and walk back down the dark hallway, not looking to see if the Dragon king was following you. Opening the door to a tidy old bedroom containing a bed with a purple patchwork quilt spread out over it, and an old wooden dresser.

Taking a seat on the bed you look down at the floor boards, not even bothering to look up when the bedroom door shuts and the lock clicks. The bed dips slightly as Katsuki comes to sit beside you.

A few minutes of silence pass before you let out the breath you’d kept in, “Im sure you’re expecting me to return to the capital with you tomorrow…and the only way I will agree to come willingly is if there are no more lies…I…well I need to be able to trust my king “

My king

The touch of a warm, rough, palm incased your cheek. The feeling of it enough to get you to look up at its owner. Instantly returning the sentimental gesture by intertwining your fingers with his other hand. “I know what they must have told you about me, I’m sorry you were frightened enough to flee…Its true I have killed countless men and beasts alike…but it was all for the sake of my people! To keep them safe, to earn even more respect than the almighty king of the south had during his reign…Our lands have expanded, we have gained even more allies than ever before, its all been for the greater good my love…all for us to rule over together, we’ll make our kingdom the most prosperous of all of the lands surrounding us” Bakugou spoke so passionately as desire sparked in his crimson irises, his words made you feel inspired and excited in ways you never had felt before.

“I need you with me y/n, I need you by my side as my queen! No one on this entire planet could ever make me feel the way you do…my goddess, let me worship you like you deserve” He spoke so passionately to you, keeping eye contact to demonstrate his honesty. A gentle push had you laying back on the plush mattress, lashes fluttering over you’re half opened eyes as you moved further up the bed to make room for him as well. Rather than laying next to you, the imposing man loomed over the top of you. “Katsuki?” his name left your lips in a breathy sort of simper, causing a low rumble to sound in his chest. His reply is just as gruff sounding as he rasped “Love hearing you say my name…wanna hear you say it every day for the rest of my life”.

“I don’t understand why im so drawn to you, I should be afraid, I should want to run away and put distance between us��but im just so relieved to have you with me once more…MY king” it seemed as if you had accidentally envoked a possessive, borderline seductive lilit With the way you had spoke. Surely that explains the sudden surge of confidence expelling any trace of the shaken, timid person you’d been mere minutes ago. Your sudden change didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou as he studied you carefully, another pleased rumble rolling through his chest as your fingers carded themselves through messy blonde locks. Closing his eyes allowed him to feel his way through your aura; A pleased hum the possessive emphasis placed on your words Vibrates your throat as your spirit attempted to entangle itself with his own.

Not yet.

The sound of your disappointed whine had his crimson irises re-open to lock with your own. The delectable fragrance you emitted seemed to have strengthened and it takes all of the young king’s will power not to let the drool pooling inside his mouth leak out onto the pillows bellow. Your honeyed scent coated his tongue and clung to the passages inside of his nose. No longer laying dormant, your omega spirit had finally exposed itself to him. Now wide awake, it seemed she wasn’t interested in waiting for any sort of proper ceremonial rigamarole to be claimed by her chosen mate.

“Stop that”

“Stop what?” Your innocent sounding voice and wide doe eyes aren’t fooling Bakugou in the slightest.

Still doesn’t stop from making you look so adorably fuckable though…

Moving from over the top of you, the extremely turned on dragon shifter lays down behind you.

Turning on his side, slinging a heavy arm around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“Katsuki?” You ask, confused at his sudden change of heart.

“Sleep, we have a long day to get through tomorrow” he grumbled, kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder. The statement had an air of finality to it, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

So much for “worshipping his goddess”….

The following morning the Dragon king wakes up to the sound of birds chirping. Feeling his arm still resting on your plush body, he lets out a pleased rumble, trying to pull you closer. Only to realize it wasn’t you beneath his arm, it was your pillow.

“Y/n!” His voice cracked as he hurriedly sat up, frantic eyes scanning the room for you.

“Dammit!”

Instantly on his feet, a frightened but rapidly growing furious Bakugou berated himself for his foolishness.

You let your guard down and look what happened! She could be miles away by now!

Wrenching the bedroom door open and hurrying down the hallway, the wide open front door has panic gripping his very soul as he imagines losing you again.

“Oh uhm good morning Kaachan”

A sheepish Deku greets his childhood friend warily, in his hands are a tray and three empty cups.

Noticing the look on the blonde man’s face, a smile appears on Deku’s, “Y/N is outside with Kirishima, they seem to have taken a liking to one another! I made sure to save you a couple of the pasteries we had for breakfast, I’ll get them for you”. Ducking his head down to awkwardly lean against the door frame, Katsuki watches your interaction with his idiot friend.

A small pile of wild flowers sit between the two of you, your lips are moving while explaining what your fingers are doing as they carefully braid vines and flowers together. The giant red head is watching intently until you finish the flower crown and place it atop his shitty hair. “I LOVE IT! I’ll cherish it forever!” The fool exclaims happily, sharp teeth on full display as he grins at you. The laughter that follows from you two brings a small smile to the King’s face, shaking his head at the idiot that is Ejiro.

“I poured you some tea to go with your breakfast Kaachan” Izuku calls as he comes down the hallway, appearing with Katsuki’s cloak folded over his arm, “it’s in the kitchen, and here is your cape, it’s all dried now”. Taking the offered cape, Katsuki drapes it over his broad shoulders and enters the kitchen. Grabbing his food to stand at the window where he can continue observing you and Kirishima. It doesn’t take him long to eat the two pastries and drain the cup of tea, and rather than leave the dirtied dishes for the nerd, he washes them.

Glancing out the window once more, Katsuki watches Kirishima attempting to make a flower crown with his clumsy hands and clawed fingers. Seeing the polite smile on your face as you helped shitty scales with patience and undoubtedly kind words…well it did something to Bakugou. The very first time he’d remembered ever experiencing such comfortable warmth extending from the depths of his heart, a feeling of peace that extinguished his always present fury, a softness that cushioned his sharp tongue, was the day he met you….

When word had reached Bakugou that one of the elder dragons was wreaking havoc in the eastern mountain range, he’d immediately felt the need to prove himself once again. It wasn’t just an elderly rogue creature, it was one of the ancient dragons that inhabited these lands long before any human stepped foot upon them. The magnificent beasts are few and far between these days. Some had been slain, others chose to befriend and coexist with humans, the most dangerous had been forcibly sealed away. The latter of which was only carried out when the beast was so formidable that the combined efforts of dragon and human together could not kill It.

Great protest had followed the young royal’s announcement of planning to take on this monster by himself. The naysayers were silenced by the threat of exile or execution should any of them attempt to follow him. The battle between Bakugou and the ancient dragon waged on for three full days, neither of them willing to give up. Once it was all said and done, the Dragon King’s ferocious tenacity won out. With the beast dead at his Royal feet, he shifted back into his human form and set about pulling out teeth, claws, as well as a large gem embedded in the slain beast’s forehead. All of the things the man collected were to serve as more than just trophies in demonstration of his victory. Only when he was finished and the giant satchel was secured around him, did he switch back into his dragon form and take off toward home. It was about halfway through the journey that Katsuki’s vision started to blur, not long after came pain in his limbs. The Adrenaline rush had officially worn off, along with the dopamine high victory had brought about. Seeing what looked like an island below, the black dragon slowly loses altitude, and before it can hit the water, a human body appears in its place. Exhausted as he was, Bakugou kept a tight grip on his satchel as he fought the tide to get to shore, where he immediately collapsed.

Waking up was a surprisingly comfortable experience, whatever the Royal lay upon was soft, the air around him was a comfortable temperature and the smell invading his senses was possibly the best scent in the world. Only the feather light touch of small fingers on his skin made his eyes fly open, a frightening growl comes from deep in his chest. Taking hold of a tiny wrist in his large fist, “What the fuck do you-“ the words died on his lips as he caught sight of you. Pupils expanding due to fear, inside rings of wide e/c eyes stared back at him, before looking down at the wrist he still had clutched inside his hand, “ I didn’t mean to startle you…Im sorry”. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a unique tone that was made for him to hear and no one else, he had to of died during his flight home because no shitty mortal could be making him feel this way…”Im y/n by the way…I uh, I came across you passed out on the shore at the beach, and once I got a better look at your injuries...I couldn’t just leave you there” you spoke to him so softly, touched him so gently. The strange sensation wouldn’t go away; This tingling warmth in his chest, the serene calm you brought Bakugou only amplified the longer he spent with you, the closer you got to him.

It made the normally rage fueled monarch relax, it made him want to be a better man and a better leader.

All for you.

All because of you.

The memory made it easier to force himself to turn away from the window and stalk down the short hallway. Pushing open the already slightly ajar door to see the green haired male scribbling down some notes, muttering to himself as he picked up a jar and inspected the contents. Taking a few steps inside Bakugou clears his throat to gain the other man’s attention, “Oh Kaachan! Im sorry I didn’t hear you come in!” Deku exclaims, emerald eyes shifting nervously “Is something…wrong?”. “No…I just need to talk to you…” it comes out rougher than he’d intended but somehow Katsuki is able to get the words out “I wanted to thank…you…for uh…for helping Y/N…and Im s…sorry about last night I…I was worked up and I snapped on you when I shouldn’t have…”. The two men stood and stared at each other for a minute before Izuku breaks the silence “You don’t have to thank me, I was just doing the right thing….And Kirishima filled me in on what happened before you guys ended up here yesterday…It makes sense that you would be on edge after all that….Im sorry I didn’t just tell you she was here right away, I was uh kinda terrified you would think things were different than they appeared to be…”.

“So…we are good then?” The Dragon king replies, narrowed eyes glaring at Deku.

“Yep we’re good” the green haired man says with a nod, smiling as he turns back towards his notes.

Bakugou turns to leave the room, only to pause in the doorway.

Keeping his back towards Midoryia to hide the grimace on his face as he says “If you want a ride back to the capital you can come with us, hurry up and pack your shit cause we’re leaving ASAP” no sooner are the words out of his mouth that his stomping feet can be heard down the hallway, huffing when he hears the nerd happily accepting his invitation. Its gotta be you and your infectious kindness thats getting to him, and that should be a lot more unsettling than it was to him in this moment.

You and Kirishima were far too busy laughing at something Bakugou hadnt heard to notice when he emerged from the cabin. A large shadow falls over the grass infront of you as your laughter dies down into snickers. Which then cease immediately as soon as you notice who stands behind you.

“Oh! Good morning your highness!” Ejiro exclaims as he enthusiastically gets to his feet and smiles at the grimacing monarch. The red head extends his hand to help you up, only to have it knocked out of the way and replaced with the king’s. Taking your much smaller hand in his, Katsuki uses a little too much strength to pull you up and ends up with you falling face first against his hard chest. “G-Good morning my…King” you mumble against his skin as you peer up at him from in between his pecs.

“Missed you in bed this morning my goddess” the king replied, wrapping his arms around your body to keep you held to him. He couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered expression, where was the boldness you demonstrated to him the night prior? “Im not a goddess…yet” you corrected with a sigh “About last night, I….I apologize for behaving in such a provocative manner, it was innapropraite of me to proposition you like that….I dunno what came over me”.

“You’ve always repressed that side of yourself, it only makes sense that being in the company of your fated Alpha would get your omega all hot and bothered” Katsuki massages your hips as he takes a deep inhale of your scent “You handled it pretty well, Although, I wouldn’t have minded if you let the lust get to you, woulda been a good time for both of us…”.

“Is it inappropriate to admit that I missed sleeping beside you?” You nervously ask, shifting your weight from one foot to the other “I haven’t slept that good since the night before you left the island..”.

“No…its fine” he replied, taking notice of the way your eyes briefly fall to his lips “I feel the same”.

Your lashes flutter as you bring your gaze back to his, tilting your chin up slightly, craning your neck upwards to move your face closer. It was like the two of you were the only ones in the world for that brief moment your lips pressed gently to his. When you begin to pull back he stops you by giving you his own chaste kiss, resting his forehead against your’s.

“Will it always feel like this?” You whisper, gently grabbing hold of his cape to ground your out of control emotions. “Most likely” Bakugou pauses to give you that stupid smirk “You’ll get used to it…eventually”.

“Alright I’m ready to go! Sorry for making you all wait!” Calls Midoryia as he locks the cabin up, hurrying out to the field where Bakugou, Kirishima, and you are standing.

Rolling his eyes the king turns towards his companion, “Shitty Scales”. “Right! Give me just a second” Kirishima runs a few feet away, giving himself enough room to shift without worrying he’d hurt you or Izuku.

“Aren’t you going to fly us back?” You give Katsuki a questioning look, eyeing the blonde man wairly lest he shift and catch you by surprise.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t fall off mid flight and die” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as you open your mouth to retort ,magic electrified the air surrounding you. A red flash and an accompanying roar announce the magnificent crimson dragon that now stands where Kirishima had been moments ago.

The beast lowered its head before the three of you, and Katsuki wasted no time helping you climb up its snout. Izuku follows the two of you to the middle of the dragon’s back before pulling a paint brush and jar from his rucksack. “What will you do with that?” You ask, watching the green haired man dip the brush into the jar. “Earlier Kirishima told me he wouldn’t mind if I painted some protective ruins on him to make sure we couldn’t slip or get blown off his back during our flight” Midoryia explains as he perfected the enchantment “It’s just some mashed berries that make up the pigment, something easy to clean off once he shifts back”. Once the brush and jar are placed into his bag, Izuku shuts his eyes and mumbles something unintelligible.

The runes glow bright green before fading to black, your eyes are wide with excitement and you can’t help but to be impressed by that.

“Incredible Izuku! Maybe one day you could teach me magic like that?!” You ask, tracing the symbols that line Kirishima’s scaled back.

Deku didn’t even have to look at the king to know his red eyes were giving him a death glare.

“Oh it’s not that impressive, Kaachan’s magic is much stronger and flashier than anything I could do” the smaller man stutters as he waves his hands back and forth in surrender. Before you can praise Deku’s abilities any further, hands grip your hips, you don’t fight them pulling you backwards into Katsuki’s lap. You lean back against his chest as the King wraps his cape around both of you, probably to keep you warm during the flight. “Alright shitty scales let’s go!” Bakugou hollers, the dragon immediately spreads its wings and launches itself skyward. It’s terrifying at first, but once he’s gained enough altitude Kirishima glides along smoothly. Unable to contain the excitement anymore you begin to giggle, Midoryia sighs with relief and cracks a smile as well. “This is amazing!” You shout over the loud wind surrounding you, glancing over your shoulder to smile at Katsuki. The dragon side of him is proud to see you smiling instead of crying and fearful. “I bet you are much more fun to ride my King, I can’t wait until you take me!” Your compliment is completely innocent, still he can’t help but agree as he definitely anticipated both those things himself. Both In an innocent and not so innocent manner.

Izuku sneaks glances at you two throughout the flight, seeing his childhood friend so happy is a pleasant change to the usual moody Kaachan. Its obvious that Katsuki’s affection for you is genuine and deep; In just the short time you two have known each other its obvious that you have began to change him. The crescent moon on your forehead catches the sunlight just right and a thought hits the observer. Quickly pulling a notebook from his bag the green haired man searches through his notes. Finding the page he was looking for, emerald eyes scan back and forth over the neatly written text.

In this realm,

a blessing descends,

a child of fate,

Whose power immense,

destined to determine

earth’s fate

Born beneath the moon's shadow,

a tale quite bizarre,

A beast hides within,

a spirit touched by mar.

Not at the outset,

but time's relentless flow,

Unveils a name in history's

annals to grow.

Victories numerous,

A heart encased in sin,

With a chance encounter,

love's dance shall begin.

Strings of fate weave

a love, pure and oh so divine,

The dragon king seeking

a mate with whom

Soul shall intertwine.

This love is true,

by impurity shunned,

Great Darkness out shone

by a Celestial radiance

Who’s light could

Outshine the sun

Blessings abound

Once the moon's grace prevails,

A bright happy future

Similar to a child’s fairytale

The prophecy that the oracle spoke twenty two years ago…

These words were something he’d heard since he was a small child. Everyone in the kingdom knew the words to this prophetic message, even going so far as to turn it into a song. For some reason it has always confused Midoryia.

It always seemed like something was missing from it, why does it end so abruptly? Placing the book back into his bag Midoryia chances another glance your way; Bakugou has his head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed and expression relaxed as you speak softly in his ear. Maybe Izuku was getting ahead of himself, maybe there was nothing to be worried about, maybe your love would really be enough to smooth over the dragon shifter’s horrifying and violent tendencies.

Flying over the capital is an experience in itself;The city was vast, stretching out across the land as far as your eyes could see! All those people below looked like ants as they marched through the clean cobblestone streets.

Kirishima lands in the middle of the castle courtyard, lowering his belly to the ground and curling his tail around to serve as a make shift slide. You watch Izuku, then Katsuki slide down before you followed suit, laughter flows from you as you slide across the smooth crimson scales, the latter catches you with ease once you reach the end. Midoryia bids you goodbye and before he can turn to leave you reach out to grab ahold of his sleeve, “You’ll come to visit me right? This won’t be the last time I see you, will it?” You ask nervously, hating to have to part with one of the first friends you’d made here. “You aren’t going anywhere yet nerd, I have something I need your help with so come on” snaps the king, dragging you until you fall instep with him. Approaching the castle, you notice it was tall enough for a dragon to inhabit, and more than wide enough. The dark stone making up the outside held a stark contrast to the granite and marble inside, the floors were polished and clean. The windows each had dark crimson curtains pulled to the side, allowing the natural light to illuminate the gorgeous paintings littering the walls. Kirishima jogs up the slope leading to the back entrance, appearing behind you just as the large back doors are opened. Two servants hold each door and bow their heads welcoming the four of you, you try to catch their eye but it was like they were ordered not to look at you. The further Katsuki led you into the castle the more you noticed that this lack of eye contact was a trend amongst the servants. At least when it came to you it was, they didn’t hesitate to return greetings from Izuku or Ejiro, offering kind smiles and waves along with each exchange.

Just as you were about to question the brooding blonde a loud voice resounds through the palace halls:

“Finally you got back! Was about to send out a fuckin’ search party….speaking of parties, the celebration was called off last night because of the weather so you got lucky Brat, but it will be going on tonight! Move aside so I can get a proper look at my daughter to be”. A female version of Katsuki shoved him to the side, identical crimson eyes growing wide as they observe you, taking your hands in her’s she introduces herself “Im Mitsuki, the last queen and mother of the soon to be king”. “Its lovely to meet you, your highness! I am Y/N…” you trail off, wondering if you should add anything else but Mitsuki beats you to the punch “Daughter of the Moon Goddess Selene”.

“Ah uhh yes” you reply nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

The older woman eyes the crescent moon on your forehead, “Absolutely radiant, I am honored that you chose my son, he is definitely undeserving of someone that projects such outward and internal beauty”.

“Your grace please” you blush at being talked up, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Now that we’ve gotten through introductions, I’ll be turning you over to these lovely ladies to help get you ready for the evenings festivities” your soon to be mother in law gestures to two woman standing off to the side, both looking directly at you wearing warm smiles on their faces “These two are Mina and Momo, no need to worry dear you will be in good hands, now get a move on, I still need to talk to my ignorant son privatley !”.

Katsuki wanted to protest as he watched the two women each grab one of your hands and lead you down the hall.

“She is the real deal, I could sense the ethereal magic as soon as she stepped foot in the castle” Mitsuki notes, before continuing “Katsuki you need to cherish her, that isn’t just any normal earth dwelling woman…if you hurt her or inflict any sort of suffering-“. “Enough old hag! I had to deal with enough bullshit the last two days, and now I have to deal with this stupid celebration tonight-“ Katsuki is cut off by his mother talking over him. “You were the one that insisted the party should take place before the actual wedding ceremony, since you wanted to be able to whisk your mate away as soon as vows are exchanged” Mitsuki rolls her eyes “You’re lucky that I personally saw to a majority of the details to both ceremony and celebration, you should be thanking me profusely”.

“I have something I need to take care of, whatever you need me to do will have to wait until im done, c’mon nerd lets go, Kirishima you stand guard over Y/N, don’t let her go anywhere unattended” the king demands as he heads back towards the door he’d originally entered from, not waiting for the red head to reply. Izuku bowed to Mitsuki before hurrying after the retreating monarch.

As soon as Momo and Mina had you behind closed doors they bombarded you with questions:

“How did you and the king meet?”

“Was it love at first sight?”

“How did he propose?”

“How big was his-“ you quickly put an end to that line of questioning.

“I found him injured as I was walking down the beach of an island in his territory, it took some time for us to warm up to each other….Uh he didn’t exactly give me a choice, it was just a mutual agreement, and as for THAT…I wouldn’t know since we haven’t…y’know” you answered their questions lamely, it was embarrassing. If they thought anything negative the women didn’t share it, they just made idle chit chat as they combed out your hair. Taking a deep breath you shut your eyes, a bead of sweat slid from your temple to down your cheek, falling between the valley of your breasts. Had it always been so stifling hot in here? Pleasant scents of sweet almond, and vanilla reached your nose before suddenly being over powered by a lavender fragrance. Glancing around the room you don’t seem to find anything that would have put off the scents, the room was bright with afternoon sunlight illuminating the white canopy of the large four poster bed in its center. A small oak writing desk sat in one corner, and a clothing rack sat in the corner opposite of it, between the two directly across from the door used to gain entry to the room was another slightly ajar door, most likely a bathroom. Bringing a hand up you begin to fan your face, now beads of sweat lined the entirety of your forehead, you dab them away with your other hand before they slip into your eyes. Thats when you felt the sleeves of your dress being pulled down as the back of it had been unfastened, feeling your chest slightly exposed caused you to squeak in concern.

“Sorry my lady, we’re done brushing your hair out and now its time for your bath” Momo explains apologetically.

“Oh okay…I can undress myself” you begin to head towards the open door only to realize that the two of them were following you, turning back around Mina speaks up “Its our job to get you ready for tonights celebration and your wedding tomorrow, so its our job to scrub you down, remove any unsightly hairs, wash, condition, style your hair, and then moisturize you from head to toe, I know its not ideal for two strangers to see your naughty bits but we’ll all be the best of friends afterwards!”. “Mina!” Exclaims Momo as she clutched her chest “Im so sorry my lady, please forgive her indiscretions, she means well!”.

The two of them begin to bicker on what is and isn’t appropriate to say to their future queen, your eyes bounce from one to the other as they speak. The pinkette is outgoing and high energy, while the ponytail is more somber and sophisticated. Mina begins making a game out of saying cruder and cruder things until her partner looks like she might just feint from the naughty language. Your laughter echoes around the bathroom as you strip out of your dress and undergarments, soon dying down into giggles as you enter the large bath, submerging your entire body.

“A thousand apologies my lady-“

“None needed, and call me y/n…I don’t consider myself above either of you…I want to make more friends” you admit this albeit nervously. A huge grin lights up Mina’s face, and MoMo ops for a more polite smile.

“You still haven’t mentioned where we are going Kaachan” Izuku nervously pointed out as he followed Bakugou. One of the kingdoms other shifters had given them a ride to the base of a nearby mountain. Now the two of them had been walking for over an hour, ocassionally having to climb up steep rocky ledges. “I told you already, you’ll find out once we get there! We’re over halfway there, woulda been there already if it weren’t for your sorry ass slowing me down” Katsuki sneers back at his companion. He was already

irritated that Deku of all people accompanied him, and now the worm would know of his greatest kept secret. It couldn’t be helped, the nerd was the only one he trusted enough to assist him with this task.

After climbing one final ledge Bakugou comes to a stop Rubbing vigorously at his temples in attempt to stop the building tension headache. The pain stemming from his draconian sides repeat attempts at taking over his rational mind. Waiting for Midoryia to catch up, the king stood just outside of a cave that led inside of the mountain itself.

“We’re going inside?” Deku panted as he stared at Katsuki incredulously. “Yep C’mon” the king replied, immediately heading inside. Once inside the cave their path was blocked by what appeared to be a wall of volcanic rock. Placing both of his crackling palms atop it, the rock wall seemingly melted away, green eyes grew wide signifying the other man’s amazement.

“This is my horde, tell anyone the location, show up here without permission, or steal something and you’re dead, got it?” The King says with fire in his eyes, drawing himself up to his imposing height to make it easier to look down on Deku.

“I-of course not, I mean yes understood!” The frightened male squeaks, nodding his head nervously.

Turning his back on the cowering man, Katsuki walks further into the cavern. Treasures of all sorts line the pathway, Izuku can’t help but continue to marvel at all of it. A single path branched off the crowded walk way that led further into the cavern. Following it took the two men into what appeared to be a room carved into the rock wal

It wasn’t huge, it was small enough to be considered comfortable. Izuku noticed the various objects and decorations in this area were different than the haphazard treasure piles outside it. These things been placed with care, silk sheets covered the pile of furs and pillows surrounded what was obviously a bed in the center of the room. There was no spot that indicated the bedding had been slept on, and before the green haired man could contemplate this any further, the hulking blonde motioned for him to approach the spot.

“Paint these ruins right here” the king orders, lifting the bedding up and exposing the floor before he hands his subordinate a page that had been torn out of an obviously old book. Taking the ripped page carefully, Deku examines it curiously. Only to realize this was something in an ancient draconian language, raising a brow he begins to ask “What do these-“ only to be cut off by an angry “None of your damn business, just hurry up and come paint them”.

While Izuku set about his task, Katsuki continually left the room and returned with different things.

Arranging the treasures neatly, adding more decor and standing back to look at it satisfactorily.

Only to frown and take it away, going back out into the cave and exchanging the rejected items with something else. Once the runes were transcribed perfectly across the stone floor they glowed red hot, and burst into what had to be flames. This makes poor Deku Yelp loudly, jumping back to avoid getting burned. Quickly he grabs his bag and attempts to smother the flame, “Oi what the fuck are you doing?! Move idiot!” Katsuki exclaims as he runs over. Disregarding the frightened babbling coming from the startled man on the floor. The king takes a breath before closing his eyes in concentration lifting his hand that rapidly began forming into one of a dragon. Using the sharp talons to slice his other palm, blood began pouring out of the wound and dropping onto the burning shapes.

That’s when Izuku realizes that the flames weren’t burning anything despite the intense heat they were emitting. When the drops of blood hit the various letters it would sizzle loudly before extinguishing the flame all together. By the time each letter had been coated and the fire had been put out completely, only a faint outline of ruins appeared etched into the cave floor. The king carefully placed the bedding back in place to cover them up and smirked, very pleased with something apparently.

“Kaachan?”

“Listen up nerd, you’re going to help me haul the rest of the necessities I need up here before the wedding, since you are the only person other than shitty hair that knows where my horde is, now c’mon we have shit to do” with that the king is quick to leave the room, and a very confused Deku inside of it. Something felt off to Midoryia about that enchantment, making sure he had all of his personal items put away before getting to his feet. Emerald eyes notice the old scrap of parchment had drifted a little off to the side during his earlier scare, considering Katsuki hadn’t picked it up or asked for it back, its quickly stashed away in a pocket of his satchel.

“WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING SO DAMN LONG?!”

“S-Sorry! Coming Kaachan!”

Back at the castle Mina and Momo had finished styling your hair and now were dressing you in your formal attire for the celebration taking place in the capital that evening. The white dress had translucent sleeves that billowed outward when you walked, the slits on either side, and cut outs on the sides of your sternum made you nervous.

“You look wonderful, everyone is going to think so” compliments the pinkette.

“I absolutley agree with Mina, you look every bit a future queen, the people will definitely be reassured they’re in good hands with you and the king” Momo adds with a polite smile. Thanking the both of them you glance out the window and notice that the moon has already taken its place high in the sky, shining bright as ever.

Without thinking you strode toward the doors of the small balcony in your room, opening them and stepping out into the fresh night air, closing your eyes and letting the gentle breeze caress your skin.

The two women watched you in fascination, it was as if your were taking in the light from the moon as one would from the sun on a warm day.

“Such a warm, gentle light” your whisper is lost on the faint wind, your heart swells in your chest at the fond memories made back then in your true home, the beautiful flowing silver hair and dazzling smile of a women dances behind your eye lids “Mother I miss you…I wonder what you think of all this…I hope you will come to watch me get married….or prevent it if its something that shouldnt happen…”. A ethereal glow surrounds you, making Mina and Momo gasp excitedly, the reassurance you had began to feel seemed to be a good enough answer from the goddess. As you turned to head back inside you paused in the threshold, glancing over your shoulder up at the crystal like light in the sky, the soft breeze blows hard enough to ruffle your dress. The voice that was carried on the winds from the heavens above was for your ears alone.

I will be there

The party was well underway by the time Kirishima escorted you out onto the balcony where two identical blondes sat overseeing the festivities. Katsuki is on his feet before you step through the door, you reach out to him and his expression softens as he takes your hand in his. “You look beautiful y/n” Mitsuki says as she too has gotten to her feet “The people are ready to meet their future queen”. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you take your place beside the dragon king. The older woman gestures towards a blonde precariously dressed man with a thin mustache, he gives a nod before loudly addressing the guests;

“Attention please! The royal family has announcement to make”. His voice has to be magically amplified some how, it’s so loud it makes you want to cover your ears.

“Thank you all for coming to join us in celebrating the unveiling of your soon to be queen” Mitsuki smiles warmly at the crowd below, gesturing for Katsuki to take over.

As soon as the king steps forward the people cheer “Long Live the Dragon King!” “Congratulations your majesty!” “King Bakugou!”.

The smirk he flashes his subjects has many in the crowd swooning, as soon as he begins to speak they all quiet down “I know many of you have long awaited the introduction of a new queen to rule beside me…It took longer than I would like to admit to find her, twas an accident that she came across me grievously injured from my battle with one of the ancient ones” a dramatic pause has the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, Katsuki smiles over his shoulder at you before continuing “It’s by the grace of Selene herself that her one and only daughter would not only find me, but put in the effort to nurse me back to health, I knew as soon as I opened my eyes and beheld the beauty above me that she was the one…my true mate and now your future queen my princess

y/n”. You allow yourself to be pulled forward and now stood at your fiancé’s side, the crowd below erupts into applause, shouting and chanting.

“Goddess Born!”

“Daughter of Selene”

“Keeper of moonlight”

“Long live the King and Queen!”

You smiled and waved to the people, happy when Katsuki holds you close to him. You glance up to admire your handsome fiancé, without thinking you lean upwards and he meets you halfway in a passionate kiss that has the citizens cheering even louder.

Pulling away the two of you touch foreheads briefly before waving to the crowd once more and moving away from the edge of the balcony.

“Should I have said something?” You wonder aloud, glancing over your shoulder wearing a confused expression. “You did fine darling, if you had addressed them they would have went berserk with excitement, we don’t want the castle getting torn up before the wedding” Mitsuki reassures you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Handfuls of nobles and commoners alike swarm to shake your hands and introduce themselves when you briefly come down to mingle among them. You spot Izuku’s green curls across the room and are quick to excuse yourself, happy to see a familiar face. He’s talking to a woman whose cheeks are bright pink as she giggles at something, only to immediately pause after catching sight of you.

“Midoryia!” You called out, smiling once you reached him.

“Princess! Hello!” He stands up straight, greeting you warmly “This is my good friend Ochako Uraraka”.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you your highness” the pink cheeked girl says shyly.

“You as well, no need to be so formal! Please call me y/n” you reply happily “I’m relieved to see someone familiar, I’ve met so many new people tonight already!”.

“The whole kingdom is buzzing with excitement, I bet it’s overwhelming!” Ochako exclaims, glancing around the room “Most of us didn’t think Bakugou would ever end up finding his fated partner”.

You chuckled at that, it certainly made sense why they would feel that way. Before you could continue your conversation you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder “Come now y/n, let’s get you back to Katsuki, Ejiro just informed me that he’s getting pissy” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, Kirishima nervously scratches the back of his neck behind her. It takes the couple by surprise when you hug each of them “Hopefully we can have a longer conversation next time, bye Midoryia, nice meeting you Ochako!” You say quickly, flashing them a dazzling smile before taking hold of Mitsuki’s hand, Kirishima following closely behind the two of you as you head back towards the raised platform.

Katsuki was slouched in his chair, two of his knights you hadn’t met yet, along with Mina, all appeared to be teasing him. If the scowl on his face was anything to go by that is. “I brought her back just as I promised you damn cry baby” Mitsuki snapped as she released her hold on you. Gracefully moving past the older woman you were about to take a seat beside the brooding king, only to let out a startled yip as his large hands took hold of your hips and yanked you into his lap. “Yeah what happened to only five minutes? It’s been at least an hour, she’s not your show pony old hag” Bakugou sneers at his mother, making you gasp,

“My king how could you speak to your mother in such an awful manner?!”. This only makes the woman smirk at her son as she looks down her nose at him, “Listen to your wife Katsuki, she’s got a much better head on her shoulders”.

“Yeah yeah” the disgruntled blonde huffs, waving his mother off.

“We haven’t had the chance of meeting yet my lady” the yellow haired male says, immediately moving closer to take your hand.

“Denki Kaminari at your service” he presses a kiss to the back of your hand before bowing low. “Let go of her hand before I take off your head DunceFace” Katsuki snarls.

Kaminari is immediately bumped out of the way for his black haired counterpart to stand before you, “Hanta Serro, pleasure to make your acquaintance my lady”.

Serro bows to you, flashing a toothy grin as he does so.

“Nice to meet you gentlemen” you say with a polite smile.

“Now piss off you all” Bakugou grumbled “Want a minute to speak to my women without any comments from the peanut gallery”.

Both knights give him a mock salute, and wave at you as them and Kirishima leave you two.

Immediately you feel warm hands squeeze at your sides and you lean your forehead against their owner’s. “You okay? I thought you would get overwhelmed meeting so many people” Katsuki asks, admiring your beauty as you close your eyes. “It wasnt that bad, I’m fine now though” you reply, a pleased hum followed it as Katsuki’s hands began to brush across the skin of your hips that was exposed from the slits in your dress. His hands are warm as they trail down your thighs, leaving tingles in their wake as they travel back upwards. He decided to continue this action, caressing your exposed skin, allowing the skin on his palms to slightly increase in temperature. A prideful smugness begins building inside of him after noticing with each pass over your hips you’re leaning further into him.

Soon your head comes to rest between his neck and shoulder, the relaxed sigh you emit has your breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Without thinking he grabs a bit too harshly at your hips, causing an adorable squeak to come from you. So he does it again, only this time it gets a much different result.

The cute little “humphh” was there, but what followed it was….teeth.

Your teeth grazed the skin of his neck before nipping it. The pain was nothing to the dragon king, but combined with the warmth of your tongue poking at it, that was everything.

Katsuki abruptly got to his feet, his grip shifted beneath your ass in order for him to swiftly carry you out of the crowded ballroom. The two of you are out the door you’d entered to reach the balcony before you could properly access the situation. Carrying you a little ways down the castle hallway, the king stops at a small alcove. Deeming the small space good enough to press your body against the polished stone wall. “My king?” You ask nervously, his body pressing against your’s even though he was as close to you as possible already.

“Won’t everyone notice we left?” You only get a rumbling growl In response, your body tensing as the king squeezes your hips again, his nose coming down to sniff at your neck.

Still haven’t claimed her yet? Coward, I’ll have to change that.

“M-my king?”

Feel that?

Your core grows wet with slick as you begin to lose yourself in these

new pleasurable sensations caused by your lover’s continued motions. They fueled the aching need between your spread thighs, little whimpers escaping as you begin to rut against his abs.

I think she likes me more than you…think I’ll claim her, since you have been dragging your feet…Let me show you how it’s done.

Crimson eyes begin growing black they eat up the sight of you breathing heavily and growing desperate.

One of his fingers slip into your wet hole, earning a gasp from you. His eyes drinking in your appearance, enjoying the moment.

“O-ohhh Katsuki!” Your mouth hangs open, your nails bite into the skin of his biceps “I…please Katsuki I need more…want you my king”.

Bakugou finally regained control over his body, not that you know he had ever lost it. The sight of you growing so needy from his touch was overwhelmingly gorgeous.

His lips crash into your own as he begins sisscoring you open.

“Mmm princess…tell me what you want…just tell me and I’ll give it to you y/n…you look so beautiful like this” Katsuki moans as one of your hands tangles in his hair, forcing his head forward to continue the kiss.

“I want…hahhh…want you” you whine into his mouth before curling your tongue with his “I want you to ravage me King Katsuki…show me how a dragon makes love” Surely he couldn’t fuck you right here in this hallway? After all the work he’d put in back at the mountain to make your first (and only) mating perfect….

“Katsukiii”

He couldn’t.

“I want you to.. I want you to fuck me”

He can, and he will.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets” the king replied, one hand wrapping around your throat and gently beginning to apply pressure.

“Oh? You like this, don’t try to bullshit me when you keep squeezing my fingers” he applied a little more pressure as his other hand moved to free his aching cock. “M’gonna fuck ya right here, right now…don’t care who sees do you? Begging for me like a desperate little whore”.

Your whines are growing higher in pitch as you begin to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Gods princess you look so good like this, I got what you need right here baby” he mumbles, guiding the head of his dick towards your slit. Gathering some of the wetness leaking from you, both of you were holding your breath and watching the spot where you would be conjoined. Just as you felt the tip of him against your fluttering entrance, did you both notice the sound of footsteps approaching. Katsuki releases his hold on you, making sure you could stand alright before stuffing his dick back in his pants. You leaned down to grab your ruined panties off the floor, sticking them deep into his pants pocket. Smoothing down your dress, you moved forward and grabbed his hand pulling him along. You both appeared calm when you met Kirishima as he rounded the corner.

“There you guys are! Sorry to bother but Jeanist and Aizawa wish to meet with you before the night’s end My king” the red haired man says, his large smile is a bit sheepish as he looks anywhere but at you.

“Take her back to her room, I’ll tell pinky to join you” Katsuki orders his knight, who nodded before moving a slight distance down the hallway.

“I know you must be worn out princess, it’s been a long day…” the king began, dropping your hand to touch your cheek “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow”. As he leans down to kiss you he is abruptly thwarted by your hands pushing against his chest, “Tomorrow?!” You practically squawk at him “What am I to sleep alone?!”.

Blaming your heightened emotions on your guy’s previous actions, tears well up in your eyes,

“What was all that for if you just planned to abandon me afterwards?”. Later that night as you lay awake staring off into space, your reaction would embarrass you.

That would be then, this here was now.

“We shared the same space throughout our time together on the island, slept side by side! Now that you’ve uprooted me and brought me here to this foreign land, where I have no family or allies, you leave me alone and refuse to share a bed?! This is where you draw the line?” You kept your volume at a harsh whisper to avoid attracting any unwanted eavesdroppers.

You pulled away as Katsuki reached out towards you, “Go and handle your business, I refuse to stoop so low as to disrupt the order of your kingdom, Goodnight King Bakugou”. “Y/n wait! You can’t just say all that and walk away, we aren’t done with this conversation! Get back-“ the king went silent as he heard a door open further up the hallway, his arm dropping back to his side. Turning to leave, the last thing he sees is Kirishima following after you.

Should have just let me handle it.

“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki snarls, stopping just outside the door he’d carried you out of previously “Don’t think you ever are going to pull that same bullshit again, that’s my woman!”.

You forget, I am you….

Before he can respond the Door opens and his mother stares back at him “Where’s y/n?”.

“I sent her to bed, she was tired”

The clipped tone of her son’s voice was nothing the older woman wasn’t used to. Something wasnt right, as she moved to let her son pass by her eyes scrutinized him.

“Oi what’d you two old bastards want? My intended is upset with me now thanks to you assholes” the King snarls, approaching the two men that stood waiting.

“Hello to you too your majesty” Jeanist replies, pushing his dark blonde bangs further to the side.

Aizawa only rolls his eyes, “Let’s move somewhere quieter, too much going on down there”.

“Y/n seems nice, how’d you two meet? I figured Bakugou would have kept her hidden until tonight” Ochako asks, excitedly taking a large bite of cake. “Hmm? Oh well long story short I gave her shelter when she had been caught out in a storm” Midoryia replied, absentmindedly glancing around the ball room. “What was she doing out in a storm?” The witch asks around her fork, savoring the first bite. “Oh uh well” Izuku chuckled nervously “It was just due to a misunderstanding, no big deal or anything”. “Bakugou upset her and she took off, got lost, only to be found and saved by you…right?” Ochacko asked, fixing him with a narrowed eye stare. “Right” the green haired man sighs.

“I just dont get it Mina….how could he just dismiss me like that after…well you know! I just dont understand what I did wrong” you lament to the pinkette brushing your hair out. “You didnt do anything, im sure that he was seconds away from whisking you off to his chambers, if the two of you hadnt been interrupted” replies Mina, briefly glaring at the bedroom door Kirishima was currently posted outside of. “Typically our people dont wait for marriage to mate, mating often times proceeds a formal marriage, but you are someone special, and I believe thats why the king is waiting until after the wedding to break your back” she explains, wrapping the silk scarf around your tresses.

“W-What?! Break my back??” You stammer fearfully.

“Its a figure of speech, basically he’s going to do it so good you wont be able to leave the bed afterwards, rumor has it the king is rough, and likes to get a bit freaky too, so good luck with that” Mina teases as she knots the scarf, tapping your shoulder with the brush as she chuckles.

“Mina! I might be offended if I knew what any of that even meant” you whine, shaking your head back and forth.

A/N: I hope the length of this made up for the last one! I tried to find out if there was a form of A/B/O for dragons so I could use those terms, but I guess they go by the same things? I dunno 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thanks for all the love and support you guys show me, it makes me happier than you know ❤️‍🔥

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #mha #fantasy au #bnha #dragon bakugou #dragon king bakugou #royal au

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judenostopwaitkeepgoing · 1 month ago

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IkéPrince's Favorite Kinks 😈

18+ | MDNI! | IkéPrinces x Fem!Reader

CW: Some kinks are not for everyone! Mentions of (consensual!) power imbalances, bodily harm/violence, Dom/Sub dynamics, humiliation/taking advantage, mentions of cutting/blood, some slight CNC (somnophilia), (consensual) controlling behavior, mentions of fingering, p-in-v sex, and more!

AN: These are just my opinions on which kinks the princes/other Rhodolite court members would be into! Some of them are a little more on the extreme side of things! Haha! This post is for all you fellow freaks out there! Enjoy!!

Jin Grandet – Sensation Play / Sensory Deprivation (blindfolding)

Jin is a slut, it’s true, but he doesn’t strike me as the kinkiest guy in Rhodolite. However! He likes to spice things up now and again! I feel like he would get a kick out of being lightly tickled with a feather as foreplay—even better if it was happening while he was blindfolded. Anything to draw out the anticipation and tension for this guy who usually doesn’t have to work that hard at getting someone into bed with him lol. Also, imagine lightly tracing a finger or a butter knife or a feather or literally anything over those shoulder and chest muscles....? And he might even let out a little low-toned nervous chuckle...?? Yeesh. 😮‍💨

Chevalier Michel – Overstimulation/Edging

Chev loves to have the power! He loves to make you squirm! He thinks it’s hot but also it genuinely amuses him! Lol. What a monster this guy would be. He’s written in his route/canonically as having awkward, fumbling movements when it comes to romance/intimacy, but I’m sorry, I do not buy it! Sorry to you, Ikéwriters! You’re wrong! This dude is so confident it is almost scary! He would be so commanding in bed!! For real!! Like, he is perfect at everything and has read so many romance novels...??? Like he would be lethal??? Imagine him fingering you so deftly that you are about to come, and then he extracts himself from you so suddenly that your heart almost falls out of your chest, but you look up and he’s just smirking at you??? King Chev needs to unwind too okay!!

Clasvis LeLouch – Bondage

Another member of the Rhodolitian Sluts Committee! However, Clavis is a “gentleman.” He “respects” you or whatever. Haha, I actually don’t think he would be that kinky, but I do think that he knows his way around some rope lmao. He’s always setting traps! He’s bound to set a trap for you in your bedroom one of these days. And that trap would be designed in a way that some rope would happen to pull you up by your wrists, leaving you helpless and writhing like a little worm on a hook for him. What is he supposed to do? Not toy with your body and tease you until you come?? He’s so considerate though! Always just thinking about your pleasure... What’s the problem?? 😇

Leon Dompteur – Breeding Kink

Okay, don’t come for me, but I genuinely think that Leon is the least kinky of all of the princes. He’s so noble and so egalitarian that I can’t really picture him getting into sexy stuff that requires power exchanges or pain or too much tension even. There’s a world of kink beyond those things, of course, but he just reads like a sweet vanilla boyfriend to me! But! I can see him getting particularly excited by the idea of putting his babies inside you haha. He would come inside you one time and then not be able to stop thinking about the possibility of you getting pregnant—imagining your belly swelling up, your glow as you carry his child... he’d get all embarrassed by how much the idea turns him on! He’d sheepishly bring it up at first, but before long he’d be whispering in his husky daddy voice about how he’s going to fill you up with his seed. Teehee!

Yves Kloss – Food Play

I mean, chef Yves feeding you his delicious treats? Or eating off of your naked body? Treating you like his personal little buffet? Yves would be so sensual with this. He would get off on watching you eat, loving the facial expressions that you make while you savor something that he made just for you. He’d also be into eating off of you—whipped cream play comes to mind! He’d hand-make some deliciously sweet and fluffy cream, first putting it somewhere cute and innocent like on your nose and licking it off, and you guys would tease each other until he gets all flustered and frustrated and decides to put it on your nipples and your bare stomach and your fingers and... everywhere! He'll show you who can make who flustered!! hehe cutie Yves. 🤭

Nokto Klein – Exhibitionism

Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another huge slut over here! Ugh, I love Nokto haha. He’s such a problem lmao. He wants the whole world to know that you are his and his alone. He also wants the whole world to know how hot and sexy you are! He’d take any opportunity to fuck you in semi-public. Or at least make out with you. He knows how to get you so distracted with his tongue, his hands, his murmurs in your ear... He’d be fingering you in the palace gardens or in a back corner of a ballroom before you even knew what hit you. He’d be all like “Look at her body, look how beautiful she is, haha but don’t ever touch or I will kill you! While smiling! Teehee!”

Licht Klein – Pain/Blood Play

(This kink is not for everyone! Proceed with caution! Also PLEASE be careful if you try this IRL!) Licht gives me masochist vibes. I can see him lying in bed with you, both of your naked bodies softly touching, you lightly running your fingers over his muscular arms, until he cautiously broaches the idea of you using a knife/small razor blade to make small cuts on him or a needle to pierce his ears or skin... You would hesitate at first, but after he reassures you and you see just how flushed and excited he gets from being at your mercy like that, you’d realize that it’s something he gets off on and enjoys. You guys would talk about it a lot to make sure that you’re going about it in a safe way! Part of the appeal for him is you treating his wounds afterward! He would only trust you with this activity.

Luke Randolph – Somnophilia

(All of this is consensual!) Luke loves to nap, and I feel like napping together would be a staple in your relationship. He loves nothing more than slowly fluttering his eyes open to see you lying next to him, still asleep. You look so beautiful and delectable, and since you guys have agreed that it’s okay—you even have a system in place, where you put on a certain bracelet or ribbon that signals your consent before you go to sleep (if you’re not wearing it, he won’t do anything)—he’d slowly slide his hand between your legs, trailing soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while you’re still sleeping, gradually beginning to stroke your clit... the sensation of you getting wet while you only start to stir awake makes him hard as a rock, and before long you’d both be up and at ‘em lol.

Sariel Noir – BDSM / Impact Play

The Devil of the King’s Court!!! Oooohooohoohoo. Sariel, Sariel, Sariel... Hahaha, I can’t with this man. He definitely has a secret torture dungeon somewhere in the castle, filled with all kinds of beautifully designed whips and paddles and chains. You’d be his little plaything, no question haha. Sariel is for the masochist girlies lol. He would find excuses to “punish” you all the time, and honestly you would do the same—he would be so excited at the sight of your pretty skin getting redder and redder as he spanks you or whips you. He’d reward you for good behavior by making you come over and over again and being very sweet with his aftercare. Ugh, kinky king!

Rio Ortiz – Getting Fem Dommed / Puppy play

Biggest! Sub! In! Rhodolite! Haha. Rio is canonically referred to as the MC’s “pet” or “mutt” or “dog” across multiple main story lines lmao. And he would be such a good boy! Imagine his eager little face as you boss him around. He wants nothing more than to please you. You could be a mean mistress or a kind mistress, it doesn’t even matter! He’s at your beck and call no matter what. He’s your personal little bitch now, so use him! He likes it! Buy him a collar and leash and everything. He’ll do literally anything for his beloved mistress. Ugh, it would be equally fun to yell at him or reward him for his good behavior. Rio is the ultimate puppy material!

Gilbert von Obsidian – Total Power Exchange

(This kink is not for everyone! Don’t forget that Gilbert is pretty much a dictator! Proceed with caution! This is a consensual activity! Don’t put up with this shit IRL unless it’s thoroughly agreed upon!) Gilbert would love to control every single aspect of your life haha. He likes to see the anxious look on your face when you need something but know that you have to ask for his permission. Like, you even have to ask for his permission to go to the bathroom or eat food. He likes having all of your needs at his mercy. It makes him so horny for you. Of course, you have to ask for his permission on what to wear, who you can talk to even... Your entire life belongs to him, just like he likes it. Occasionally, you would do something without his permission and he would have to punish you!

Keith Howell – Wax Play

My thinking here is that wax play would appeal to both “Keiths.” Dark Keith would like it for the danger/tension and Kind Keith would like it for the softness/sensualness of it after the wax dries. They would go about it in different ways. Dark Keith would hold you down and pour hot wax over your most sensitive areas, making you yelp. Kind Keith would slowly drip wax along the less intense erogenous zones, like your collarbones or feet, then sweetly peel it off of your naked body. The temperature play aspect of it would be really exciting for him, and he’d love to praise your beautiful soft skin after it’s been dipped in wax.

Silvio Ricci – Getting FinDommed

This kind of breaks from MC’s canonical attitude toward Silvio and his wealth, but this is what is in my heart lol. Silvio likes a brat! He’s a tyrant and has a difficult personality, but he actually likes it when someone doesn’t back down from him. He’s so used to getting whatever he wants, the idea of being at the mercy of his little bratty baby's whims and needs would be so thrilling to him. Literally he’s your wallet now. He’s the richest man in Benitoite! Take advantage of him! He doesn’t get a choice. He's there to buy you new clothes, new shoes, as many treats as you want, a new house even! He’s got the money, babe! And that money is YOURS now. Not his. Muahahaha. 😈

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Kim Woosung NSFW A-Z

Warnings: NSFW content, smut, +18 content.

A/N. I'm so in love with these four men 🥹

A - AFTERCARE.

Woosung can be the sweetest human being at the same time he can be the sassiest. I believe he would take the aftercare really seriously like any other interaction you have with each other because he believes in quality relationships more than anything else. Soft touches and butterfly kisses are something in his list of to do’s when it comes to an aftercare. And if he was a bit too rough he would definitely take good care of you afterwards while teasing you.

B - BODY PART.

This boy is so confident he literally loves everything about himself. Not like he was born that way, it was a lot of self work and your work of praising him which led to that but you really loved seeing him being confident about his body.

In you he just loved every single inch of your body. He always said he didn’t have the right to give an opinion about anybody’s body, even less if it was you who we talked about. You were just beautiful in his sight and that was more than enough.

C - CUM.

You could never know. He’s so random and loves to experience new stuff so he would just ask you if he can try a new spot every time you had sex so he could choose his favorite. But for now I believe his favorite place is either your chest or your stomach.

D - DIRTY SECRET.

He fantasizes a lot about you waking him up with a good morning sex session. It is just so hot to think about it and such a great way to start a day. He tried to let you know but even though he might look pretty brave and open to talk about this kind of stuff, he became quite shy about asking you to wake him up with a soft massage to his cock.

E - EXPERIENCE.

I believe that Woosung is the type of person who would only have sex with someone if he really had a connection with that someone. Like he wouldn’t just fuck whoever comes in his way. So according to this I believe he doesn’t have had many sexual partners but I do believe he has had plenty of quality sex sessions with them.

F - FAVORITE POSITION.

Any in which he can lay back and look at you do all the work (lazy king). I believe he would also love any position involving you both facing a mirror so you could perfectly see each other’s and your own pleasure expressions.

G - GOOFY.

I don’t see him as someone who would be very goofy during sex. I see him as a person who takes sex really seriously and wouldn’t really be into being goofy while doing it with you. But he would definitely tease you a damn lot.

H - HAIR.

Don’t ask me why but I believe he has it all clean down there. No reason at all.

I - INTIMACY.

He absolutely LOVES being intimate with you doesn’t matter when and where. As I mentioned before, he is really into having deep and meaningful relationships with people and you weren’t an exception. Everytime he has the chance to be intimate with you, he will always be.

J - JERK OFF.

Quite a lot when he’s on tour, the lack of your presence makes him even more needy. He would not do it alone tho. He would always call you or text you so you could help him a bit, especially when he felt stressed out about something.

K - KINKS.

Mirror sex: as I said, he would def love the image of you two being intimate getting reflected on a mirror. It’s just another level of pleasure that he gets when he can have access to seeing not only your facial reactions to what he does to you but also his own reactions whenever you touch him.

Orgasm denial: He’s the biggest teaser between the members of the band and also the most possessive so he would love to be in control of your orgasm and it would give him a boost of energy deciding when you can come undone for him or not.

Cigarettes after sex: Not sure if this is considered a kink but he would definitely love to light up a cigarette and share it with you as you both came down from your highs and kept kissing each other from time to time.

L - LOCATION.

Any place where he can lay down is a perfect spot to have sex with you.

M - MOTIVATION (TURN ON).

He would turn on just by feeling your touch or with a bit of dirty talk coming from you. It wasn’t something you usually did so he really enjoyed it when you did so or tried to tease him before he would start his own tease show.

N - NO NO (TURN OFF).

Definitely he wouldn’t like it if you suggested to have a threesome. He wants you for him and only him and only for him, sharing not being a possible option in a relationship with him.

O - ORAL.

He loves going down on you but when you go down on him oh the boy gets hella excited. Would love taking your hair out of your face so he can perfectly see your face as you suck him off and he would love it even more if you made eye contact with him from time to time.

P - PACE.

Slow. He loves thrusting into you slowly so you can feel every single inch of him. Also so you had to beg him to go faster and he could tease you a bit more.

Q - QUICKIES.

His favorites. It would just give him a boost of energy, especially if they were right before practice or a concert.

R - RISK.

Love the risk and would love to experience it with you. Doesn’t care about trying out some risky semi-public sex when the members are next door or something like that. He thinks it gives a thrilling and funny feeling to the situation.

S - STAMINA.

A damn lot. He could spend hours and hours having sex with you if that meant being home naked and laying down.

T - TOYS.

As I said before, he enjoys trying new stuff so he wouldn’t mind using some toys if that meant your sexual life would get better.

U - UNFAIR.

His passion and hobby is teasing you so yeah, he’s probably the most unfair member.

V - VOCAL.

Not a big fan of having conversations while sex but he really is into listening to your moans and praising so he can know if you’re enjoying what he’s doing or not.

W - WILD CARD.

Sex after tour. It’s the first time you two meet after months of being apart because of a tour. As soon as he sees you, he wouldn’t waste a second to smash his lips with yours and start a heated make out session that will always end up in something else if you know what I mean 😏

X - X-RAY.

I think he’s average but definitely knows how to give his length a good use.

Y - YEARNING.

Every time he spends more than 2 days without seeing you. He’s so fond of you and so addicted to your touch that he cannot be without you for more than 24h.

Z - ZZZ.

The boy is lazy so he wouldn’t take long to fall asleep after he finishes making sure he did everything he has on his imaginary to do list of aftercare.

#kpop #kpop alphabet #kpop smut #the rose #the rose x reader #the rose smut #the rose woosung #the rose woosung x reader #the rose woosung smut #woosung #woosung x reader #woosung smut #kim woosung #kim woosung x reader #kim woosung smut

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margareth-lv · 11 months ago

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🫥 What does it mean to be 'shy'? 🫥

I've always thought of shyness as an emotion that makes people feel uncomfortable or anxious in a social setting. A shy person is a person who feels nervous or timid in the company of others. A shy person feels hesitant or reluctant in social situations. Someone who is extremely shy might blush or fumble for words when speaking in front of a group of people.

However, Caitríona, under the control of a vengeful King of Puppets, took the concept of shyness to a whole new level.

*** *** *** The interview was conducted in mid-February 2018, when Caitriona had just won the Irish Film & Academy's Film & Drama Awards in the category of 'Actress in a Leading Role - Drama' for her work on Outlander. In her private life, according to much publicised PR, she has just become 'engaged'. I am uploading a longer extract from the interview here because the change in Caitriona's speech, facial expression and intonation is striking. Note: Tumblr doesn't like large files, so I had to edit and shorten the original video anyway.

Caitriona is relaxed and smiles warmly when discussing the metaphysics of Outlander. She even stutters like a teenage girl when she talks about the "dashing Highlander" with whom her character (😜😜😜) falls head over heels in love. On the other hand, when asked about her fake fiancé, she has a strange expression on her face. The muscles around her mouth are tense and she has a blank look in her eyes.

He's shy, says Caitríona, he doesn't like much talking about him.

*** *** ***

Let's stop there.

Let's assume that our prima ballerina's fiancé is not a fake, but a real one.

Let's suppose that a month and a half earlier, a real, loving man had proposed marriage to a woman who loved him.

A real man has proposed to the first Irish supermodel who has walked the catwalks for Dolce&Gabbana and Chanel, a talented actress who has been nominated for three Golden Globes and has just been the winner of the IFTA.

And let's imagine that this supposedly real man, a total "civilian" and an absolute nobody, is not proud of his fiancée, is not proud of having won her heart. Instead, he's too shy to put his name next to hers.

Is he ashamed of her?

🤦🏻‍♀️

This is not shyness. This guy is psycho.

My advice?

Caitríona, run! Run, run, Caitríona! Don't get involved with a jerk like that!

As you can see: Caitríona's "love story" with her PA has no credibility whatsoever.

The Narrative was written by an emotionally brainwashed idiot who has no understanding of life and human reaction.

*** *** ***

Finally, an interesting point in this interview is the one where Caitríona says that she met her fake fiancé through one of her (gay) best friends.

And we all know that it was through Outlander that she met the love of her life.

So they're two different people, aren't they, her faux fiancé and the love of her life?

💁🏻‍♀️

[January 15, 2024]

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silverview · 2 months ago

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i want to share some highlights from this very detailed & glowing review of reece's performance in the dresser (2016-17) – wish i could have seen it, but this person's descriptions almost make me feel like i did

also makes me wonder if urban was in any way drawn from this character. he sounds like a total heartbreaker

He anchors Norman’s multifarious elements (his fastidiousness, discretion, waspishness and campness, the role of confidant and carer) and his manifesting emotions (bitterness, resentment, anger and despair) in the finely detailed, choreographed physicality of his performance, with beautifully precise gestures, posture and changing countenance. Each fleeting facial expression gives something away and the “soulful eyes” of Norman are reflected in the twin pools of sadness that Shearsmith summons from his own eyes.

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There are many traits to this man and one elicited from the dualism in Shearsmith’s performance is Norman’s need to conceal, to be in control, closed-in, guarded. This can be seen in the physical detail of his slicked down short hair, in the bib apron that sheaths him, in the fastidious way he mans his domain and serves his master and in those glimpsed moments in the dressing room and as he stands in the wings silently watching Sir on stage, where Norman seems to shut down, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. These carefully delineated components in Shearsmith’s portrayal produce a feeling of a life having always been lived on the periphery and in the shadows.

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Shearsmith’s creative decision to foreground Norman’s campness in his portrayal – through gesture, a fluidity in his body language and an exaggerated tone to his voice – reinforces the idea that performance is a form of protection for Norman. Camp is heightened behaviour, in which ostentatiousness and artifice are used to form an impression of command and being in control. There is a dynamism and energy associated with camp which Norman uses to bolster his position and own sense of usefulness and importance. Amplified energetic endeavours – he keeps himself busy and immersed in activity – are a distraction from his fraying inner doubts and done to try and convince himself that he is indispensable to Sir. There is such energy and drive to Reece Shearsmith’s performance in Act I – the liveliness and forced cheerfulness (“It’s a disease…hopefulness” as Madge terms it) he gives Norman is discernible and striking. You really get a sense of the desperation behind it and the feeling that the dresser is not only trying to rescue Sir but also save himself.

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Norman has the full spectrum of co-dependency symptoms: Seeing oneself as indispensable to the care receiver; a tendency to become hurt when their efforts aren’t recognised; an exaggerated sense of responsibility; an extreme need for approval and recognition; a fear of being abandoned; chronic anger and feelings of inadequacy. These elements resonate powerfully as the dresser increasingly falls apart during the second act.

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Over the course of the play Sir censures Norman harshly several times, reminding him of his lowly status, that theirs is a master-servant relationship based on the dresser’s servitude. When Sir fails to praise or even thank him backstage during the interval breaks between his performance of King Lear, when the dresser is desperately seeking it the most, the audience watches as Shearsmith (as Norman) almost visibly crumbles, his face registering desolation. The climax of the play unleashes a deluge of emotion from Norman. It is what the relationship between Sir and his dresser has been leading up to. Shearsmith’s performance scales new heights of artistic brilliance as the crushed dresser’s fragile facade shatters and a torrent of feelings – anger, pain, bitterness, outrage, regret, distress – come pouring out. There is such a truthful, natural force to the way he expresses Norman’s damaged, broken sense of self that it is truly devastating to watch. One is hushed, mesmerised and completely transfixed – it feels like a cry from the heart that speaks to anyone who has given everything to someone and had nothing back in return. The intensity of emotional commitment from Shearsmith is so grounded in honesty, sincerity and pure truthfulness that there’s not a trace of actorly artifice on show. It is as if he is experiencing Norman’s pain for real as he faces the traumatic realisation that he has given sixteen years of his life and is now alone and left with nothing. So forceful is that final, emotionally gut-wrenching scene in the dressing room that it becomes Norman’s storm – to match and equal the one in King Lear – such is the outpouring of rage, emotional potency and heartbreaking poignancy in Shearsmith’s acting. The first time I saw him perform this scene it left me feeling overwhelmed and completely stunned. It was simply an extraordinary moment in the theatre for me, witnessing an actor give of himself to that extent.

i am leaving in some extremely high praise here because i find it very evocative, but i'm cutting out even more, which you can read in the original post. this author is definitely biased by being a fan and clearly in love with reece, but i also 1000% believe that his performance was that good. (because i too am a fan and in love with him)

#reece shearsmith #i am gonna tag this ->#how do you plead #and also!#plodding on #(:#i'm so into his right eyelid rn #rs

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accio-victuuri · 8 months ago

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China Film Critics Society weibo account posted a short article/ evaluation of Wang Yibo. you all might be mad at the second paragraph but it is what it is. it will not all be praises for Yibo. It is very obvious that a lot of critics haven’t watched his dramas and have some prejudice.

China Film and Television Performance Review Summit Forum evaluated actor Wang Yibo

Zhang Hui, dean of the Performance School of Beijing Film Academy, proposed that in 2023, Wang Yibo starred in many movies, including major movies He was nominated for the Golden Rooster Award for Best Supporting Actor for "Hidden Blade" by director Cheng Er, "Born to Fly" directed by Liu Xiaoshi and "One and Only" directed by Dapeng. This is undoubtedly Wang Yibo's recognition as a cross-border actor from outside the industry. Excellent achievements, praise and affirmation given. These films have allowed us to see Wang Yibo's potential and plasticity, as well as his progress and growth as a cross-border actor through continuous practice and tempering. They also allow us to place more expectations and hopes on actors who are not from a professional background.

Before starring in "One and Only" and "Hidden Blade", Wang Yibo had always "relied on his face". The roles he played were all cold and handsome princes or knights in costume dramas. He appeared on the stage with a "handsome" face that was almost facially paralyzed. There is no true emotion revealed in the characters he plays, and no three-dimensional shaping of the characters. It can be said that those scenes cannot even be called "performances." However, "Chen Shuo" who is passionate about his dreams in "One and Only" and "Mr. Ye", the inner-struggle triple agent in "Hidden Blade", let us see that Wang Yibo has begun to be serious about performance creation. He has the courage to challenge himself and take a brave step towards the profession of actor.

In "One and Only", Wang Yibo changed his introverted personality and cold expression, starting from the character's emotions to portray this young dancer who sincerely pursues his dreams. He interprets an ordinary, sincere, simple, persistent and determined young man chasing dreams in a real, natural, vivid and vivid way. Chen Shuo, who he plays, has a burning passion for dreams and the purest love for dance in his eyes in every scene. It is precisely because Wang Yibo accurately grasps the emotions of the characters that he creates "Chen Shuo" with accurate, vivid and sincere emotions, which deeply touches the hearts of every audience.

Wang Yibo plays the role of "Mr. Ye", a spy with three identities in "Hidden Blade". It is a big challenge for him, whether it is to break through his own image or to create the complexity and versatility of the character. He once mentioned that before filming started, in order to understand the characters and find the appropriate performance state, he watched classic films such as "The Godfather", "Pulp Fiction" and "Inglourious Basterds", and conducted special training on lines and action scenes. Although Wang Yibo's acting skills in the film are a bit immature compared to other movie queens and movie kings, through his control of details and emotional expression, he captured the audience's emotions on multiple levels, highlighting the tension of the work.

#i wanna smack the person who made this post but we can’t get away from critics #i can see how people want to dismiss his previous works but everything he achieved now was because of what he did in the past #i just realized the pressure he is on when mermaid/intercross comes out #HERE IS WANG YIBO RAISING THE BAR FOR ACTORS 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼#wang yibo #accio victuuri translation

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 8 months ago

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Chapter 4 for the indulgent original writing (4.2k words)

Chapters 1-3 are in my pinned post.

Just unpolished writing to get ideas out of my head

No real content warnings like last last chapter, but wow it’s actual story lol

The entire way down to the dining hall he never faltered, never once did you slip in his grip, never did he need to readjust his hold on you, just strong and steady. It felt like the trek there had taken forever, just miles of hallways and endless flights of stairs, though it also might have dragged on from your embarrassment of being carried about half clothed clearly in a state where everyone you passed very clearly knew how you spent your morning.

Much like the other parts of the palace you have seen, the dining hall seemed to follow the king’s personal style. Dark wood floors and furniture, drapes and tapestries trimmed in black and gold, jewels inlaid in surfaces that most definitely did not need it.

He took his place at the head of the table, an overly ornate carved chair, nearly a throne, but when you went to climb off his lap and sit in your own chair he tightened his grip.

“No my pet, I’d much rather you warm my lap”.

Serving staff trailed in, the woman from yesterday, Mirabette, and two other women who you guessed where probably around your age.

“And what would you like for breakfast my treasure?” he asked. “Anything you little heart desires”.

This would have been exciting had you not been so overwhelmed. Every possible food seemed to slip from your mind and you fidgeted on his lap, wracking your brain for any possibly reasonable answer.

“If you keep wiggling about like that you’re going to get me hard again” he whispered in your ear, promptly making you freeze. “Oh don’t tense up like that. If I choose to fuck you over the table I’ll send the staff away, don’t worry. I’m not fond of sharing after all”.

His words were not reassuring, regardless of whether he was telling the truth or not.

“Would you prefer if I just chose what was for breakfast and you can add anything you can think of? I do suppose you aren’t used to so many options, it must be quite overwhelming”.

You nodded, “Yes please, my king”.

“Very well! Mirabette, a pot of tea, my usual, and bring everything you can think of, spare nothing for my little pet. Such a sweet little thing should be pampered, especially with how well she pleased me this morning”.

“Yes, my king” Mirabette turned on her heel and disappeared back through the doors, never once batting an eye or making any acknowledgement of how the king spoke so openly.

The two other women remained at the side of the room. One seemed entirely at ease, hands clasped behind her back and simply staring forward, ignoring everything much the same way Mirabette had.

The other women though, a sour expression on her face as she watched you. Eyes narrowed and staring at you as if she thought to stare a hole straight through you.

“Cassandra!” yelled the king, “Either you will control your expression or you will retire to the kitchen, I care not for your opinions. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, my king” she curtsied, her facial a forced neutral as she stood back up.

“Pay her no mind, my treasure. It appears some may be jealous of my affections for you” he kissed the top of your head. “No one’s opinion matters but mine, and I have quite the high opinion of you”.

Mirabette returned with a large tray, precariously balancing a tea pot, two tea cups with saucers, milk, sugar, honey, lemon wedges, various breads, butter, jams, and other small pastries. “Tea and a little something while you wait. The kitchen is working on everything else. May I get you anything else, my king?”

“No, that is all for now. Thank you”.

Mirabette curtsied again, same neutral smile as before, and took her place between the other women.

“Tell me, my sweet little pet, how do you prefer you tea?”

“I don’t know, my king. I haven’t really had tea truthfully” tea in your city was quite the luxury. As it was not a port city or along any major trade routes, nor had a suitable climate for its cultivation, any true tea was a costly import reserved only for the rich.

“Another first for you then. Fine wine and bath soaps last night, sleeping in the bed of your king, wearing my clothes, the first of many times being so throughly fucked” he smirked at you, clearly enjoying embarrassing you.

It was working. You buried your face in his chest, even clinging to him was better than making eye contact with any of the staff.

“So cute that you’re flustered, but I’m sure everyone here knows your role, they see that pretty collar around your neck. No one should be surprised to hear that I fucked you until you cried this morning, how you satisfied me so well, how my cum is still on your thighs as you sit here on my lap in front of my staff”.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“Manners”.

“My king, why are you trying to embarrass me?”

“No, little one, not embarrass, I’m simply praising your good behavior. I think everyone should know what a good girl you’ve been for me”.

You hated how he called you ‘good girl’. Hated that part of you enjoyed his praise, hated how his words made your legs a little weak and caused a heat between your legs.

“Speaking of how well you’ve satisfied me, I do suppose you’ll need something for that, I’m much past the point of wanting to sire any more whelplings”.

In surprise you yanked your face away from his chest to stare at him.

“What? Were you not aware of that possibility? Has no one ever taught you where children come from?” he laughed.

“I know how it works with humans! You’re not human though!”

“But human bodies are highly adaptable you’ll find, almost like humans arose just to serve dragons. Not that humans are particularly capable of having very sturdy whelplings anyways, half whelps just don’t have the hardiness of a pure dragon. They’ll look just like a pure dragon, but never have the full magic or size. But don’t worry yourself over the details, like I said, I have no desire to deal with that anymore”.

You tried to banish the thought. Possibility aside, the entire concept seemed rather unpleasant in general, especially with him being the father.

“Alondis!” he barked, “Let the apothecary know I need something to avoid any unnecessary consequences from this morning and something for daily use”.

You had not noticed Alondis standing just inside the doorway, he seemed an ever present constant, a bored expression on his face as he waited on orders.

“Yes, my king” he vanished through the doorway.

“Now, little one, where were we? Tea! Yes, I’ll prepare yours the same I take mine in that case”.

He leaned forward to grab the tea pot, his sudden movement nearly sending you toppling off his lap and causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders to prevent falling.

“I’m not going to let you fall, my other arm is still around you. I promise I’ve got you. Though I do quite like you clinging to me like this”.

Gods he was warm, even in the drafty open air of the dining hall it felt like there was a fire just below his skin. Clothed only in his shirt it felt quite nice to be so close to him.

“There you go, a nice cup of tea for a lovely pet” he handed you the cup.

It was warm, sweet and earthy as you sipped it.

“Is it to your liking? I do prefer mine on the sweeter side. I fear I’ve developed quite the sweet tooth from spending so much time around humans, perhaps not the most becoming of a dragon”.

“It’s good, my king”.

“Wonderful! Hopefully everything else will be- Cassandra!” his voice dropped into a growl, his lips pulled back into an angry snarl that showed off sharp teeth.

You snapped your head over to look at the woman, her nose was wrinkled in disgust and a sneer on her face.

“Kitchen! Now! I will not tolerate your disobedience after you have already been warned. You do not have to like or approve of my new plaything but I’d rather have you locked up for the foreseeable future than show any disrespect to myself or my pet” his grip around you tightened.

“Though maybe it would do you better to remember your place below my pet if you were her personal handmaiden. I was going to have Mirabette attend to her, but Mirabette already has to keep all of you in line so instead you will wait on her. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, my king” she responded through gritted teeth.

His chest was heaving and he was not settling down. This was a much stronger anger than you had experienced last night when you refused him, this was animalistic and much scarier.

“Out! Everyone!” he yelled and the three women wasted no time retreating to the kitchen.

Tentatively you leaned your head against his chest and tried to wrap your arms around him, hoping to calm him down. Your touch seemed to snap him out of it for the most part.

Much of the rage receded from his expression as he looked down at meet your own frightened expression.

“Oh darling, I’m sorry you had to see that” he kissed the top of your head softly “I do suppose a display like that does not really endear you to me”.

Darling. Not pet, or treasure, or bird, or even ‘my’ in front of it, just darling.

“Why don’t we enjoy our tea and a light breakfast? I have something I’d really like to show you”.

“Whatever you would like, my king” you answered.

“I would like it to be your decision, actually”.

You furrowed your brow, trying to suss out if this was a trap or game, but his expression genuine seeming.

“In that case, I do think that would be nice, my king”.

Breakfast was a fairly quick affair, and he promised you a much nicer lunch to make up for it. He actually seemed sorry for his outburst even though he continually framed it not as him losing control but as Cassandra making him lose control, though for a dragon that was probably to closest he would ever get to an admission of fault.

Once more he carried you in his arms, this time you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his chest as he carried you out into the large central courtyard.

“I want you to see me, my actually self and not just- this” he vaguely gestured to himself once he had sat you down on the stairs. “I don’t get the chance to just exist as me often, but I do want you to fully know me”.

“My king, why do you spend so much time looking human then?” you ask.

“It’s just easier this way. The world isn’t really built for dragons anymore, it hasn’t been for a long time, since long before my hatching even. And there’s not many of us left, especially from pure bloodlines. Too much infighting between the bloodlines and humans advanced too much to control the same way”.

“I live somewhere clearly not meant for a dragon, and the process of changing shape isn’t exactly pleasant, it’s not something I do often” he said. “I haven’t even been able to be myself in my own palace since I was a whelpling”.

“Did you grow up here?” you asked.

“I did, before this was my territory it was my father’s, though it was a much smaller territory then. I suppose you’ve heard the stories about me” he smiled.

“Though when I was still little, young enough where I couldn’t even take a human form yet, I would run down the hallways as fast as I could. Oh my mother hated it, she’d be chasing me yelling ‘Valathos! Valathos! Get back there! You’re going to knock someone over!’ She never could catch me though” he laughed, “You try catching a young dragon while you’re stuck on two legs”.

His relaxed expression quickly vanished, his eyes widening as if he just saw something truly awful. “Forget what I just told you” he snapped.

“What?”

“What I just told you, forget it, that was not meant for your ears”.

“Oh” you said softly, not sure what to quite say or what the issue really was, but you had a name for him finally, Valathos. You wracked your brain, trying to remember if you had ever heard his name before, but it was not familiar at all. In all the stories or songs never once had you heard his name, just titles and epithets.

An awkward silence settled between you both. It was a strange bit of information to learn about him, that staying in a human form was less a choice and more of a necessity. As you mulled your thoughts over a noticeable expression must have settled on your face.

“You don’t need to look upon me with such pity, it’s my choice to confine myself as such. I could fly off and control my territory as a dragon at all times if I truly wanted, but with how the world is, this is just easier”.

“I don’t mean to be nosy, but what is so unpleasant about changing shapes?” you asked.

“To be honest, going from this form to my true shape is actually euphoric. I can’t really explain it, there’s nothing that feels like it, just this rush of freedom, feeling like I can finally breathe again. Nothing compares”.

“It’s going from that to this” he once more gestured to himself, “that is so unpleasant. To feel yourself collapsing and folding in on yourself. Every fiber of your being getting twisted and condensed until what is left isn’t you at all. I try to keep a few things, but nature doesn’t like splitting the differences, it wants humans to look like humans and dragons to look like dragons. I try to keep some height, my teeth to some degree, and my eyes. I couldn’t stand to see this face and not even see my own eyes”.

“I didn’t realize any of that” you said softly.

“No, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of a dragon really openly admitting it to a human. It’s not a particularly powerful image for us huh? That one of the most well known parts of our magic is actually so horrible and painful that many of us just choose to stay trapped to avoid it”.

“You don’t have to do this now. I’m sure there will be other times where you’ll have to change shape and I’ll see you then instead of putting yourself through it now”.

“It’s been nearly ten years since last I was myself. Not that long compared to my age really, but it’s not often there’s a reason where I have to change shapes. I’d rather just show you on my own terms instead of my hand being forced”.

“Then I think I’d really like to see the real you” you smiled.

“I’m quite the handsome dragon you know, even if you may not be able to tell” he smiled back.

“And what makes you such a handsome dragon?” you teased.

“My horns! I’ll have you know my bloodline is one of only a few to have double horns and I’m the only of my siblings to get them! You would be very impressed if you were a dragon”.

“No, I’m very impressed!” you held your hands over your head, mimicking horns.

“Very dignified” he laughed, “Thank you for humoring me, I don’t really joke much anymore. You’re a sweet little thing to indulge me so” he ruffled you hair.

“Well at least the first part is fun” he shrugged, “Help me undress?”

“What?”

“I actually happen to somewhat like this shirt and these pants, would be a shame to destroy them in the process, so help your king undress?”

“Yes, my king” you smirked.

He knelt down to where you sat on the stairs so you would not have to stand. You lifted his shirt up, letting your hands linger on his chest, looking over the scars than adorned his skin as you removed the shirt.

“So are the scars your own choice too then?” you asked.

“No, those I can’t change. Injuries inflicted by magic can’t been covered up, even by magic”.

“You have quite a few”.

“I’ve lived a long time, I’ve established a large territory, you don’t manage that without fighting, especially with other dragons”.

He stood up and kicked off his boots, “Now, I will ask you turn away while I change forms. The magic tends to be too bright for human eyes and the process has been described as a bit grotesque, so I’d prefer if you did not see that part. Understand?”

“Sure”.

“Manners” he said firmly, apparently whatever playful closeness was between you moment ago was over now.

“Yes, my king”. You quickly finished removing his pants.

“Do not turn around until I tell you to. I’m serious”.

You heard his footsteps recede to the other side of the courtyard and even with your back to him the whole area was painfully bright. It dragged on for what felt like ages, before you heard his voice.

“Will you face me, little one?”

His voice echoed oddly, it was still very much his voice but something felt off.

As you turned around you found yourself sitting in his massive shadow.

This was the Dragon King, not the man you had just spent the last day with. He was imposing, towering over you even when sitting, your head not even level with his elbow. His scales were a dark charcoal tone, nearly black, his claws a gold tone, you could see where his own personal style came from now.

His eyes though, they were familiar, the same piecing gaze as always but even harder to read like this.

“You are quite handsome like this” you smiled at him.

“Simple flattery, but I’ll accept it”.

His voice did not seem to emanate from his mouth, rather it echoed in your mind.

“How are you doing that?” you asked.

“Speaking to you? Just how dragons communicate, we’re not exactly built to speak verbally like humans”.

“Can you speak like this in your other form?”

“No. I don’t have much access to magic in my other shape, just the basics” he stretched out to lay down, lowering his head to rest on the ground to rest next to you on the stairs and to be relatively eye level with you.

“So, you like this? My actual self?” he asked somewhat uncertainly.

“I do, I meant it when I said you were quite handsome”.

“Did you see my horns?” he tilted his head to the side, careful to not knock you over.

“Quite magnificent, my king” you ran your hand along one of the horns.

Two horns swept back from the top of his head that curved up at the end. The second set arced back before curving back along his jaw to point forward, one horn on each side to frame the center horns.

“I like this, just having you near to me like this is nice” he said.

You leaned against the side of his face, avoiding the point of his horn. His scales were rough, but there was a warmth to him, like he had been sitting out in the sunlight for hours.

“I like it too” you said.

What felt like hours passed, and at some point you definitely napped for a while, but it was comfortable, there was a secure feeling about being curled up against him like this.

“My little pet, it’s time to get up” he gentled nuzzled his face against you, “I know I promised to take you around the palace, and a nice lunch to make up for breakfast, but I long for the skies. It’s been so long since I’ve soared, since I’ve felt the wind beneath my wings. I cannot bring myself to confine myself to the ground quite yet. I hope you don’t hold my nature against me”.

“No, I understand. It’s the same anyone else would want, their freedom” you could not look him in the eye. The horrible irony was not lost on you, that he felt like he had no freedom while he held so many captive here.

“It’s not the same” he said firmly, “The very nature of my being is to fly, to roam. The very nature of humans is to serve. Here at my side you’re able to fulfill your nature and serve me, it would do well to remember your place”.

Powerful wing gusts knocked you over as he took off, the discussion clearly over.

As you tried to pick yourself up off the ground, a gloved hand reached out to offer assistance.

“He’s a hypocrite, and frankly an asshole, in case you didn’t notice” it was Alondis.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting” you took his hand and let him help you up. “How much of that did you see?”

“Not much. I got back to the dining hall and you were both gone but it’s pretty difficult to hide a dragon so it wasn’t hard to find you. You were napping when I got out here so I left to actually go get some stuff done and I had just gotten back to hear you lecture him on freedom. Quite boldly of you for someone literally wearing a collar”.

“Shut up”.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, but you’ve been here for less than a day and you think you’re going to find something to say to him that hundreds of others haven’t already? He quite literally will never see a human as anything more than a subservient pet. His nature isn’t freedom, it’s subjugation, sometimes he just hides it well”.

“Yeah, I’m noticing that” you sighed.

“He’ll be charming as long as he gets his way, praise you and dote on you, as long as you’re a docile little lap dog at his feet. But he was so happy to announce that he made you cry this morning, happy to tell everyone that you tried to push back against him and he put you back in your place”.

“So that’s just it? Just roll over and take it?”

“I mean, in a very literal sense for you” Alondis smirked.

“That’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, that was an awful joke, wasn’t it? I swear I’m not trying to be an ass for no reason, I don’t get the chance to speak freely often. I’m either tailing him around waiting on whatever orders he has, or having to be the jerk in charge keeping everything running around here”.

“Have you been here a long time?” you asked.

“About 27 years now in all, 10 years of being his personal guard though, and no, I don’t know why a dragon needs a personal guard either before you ask”.

“Personal guard? Not errand boy?” you teased.

“Very funny. Captain of the Royal Guard, personal guard to the king, and now glorified babysitter of you when he’s out”.

“Of me?”

“Yep, like it or not, you’re stuck with me. Strict orders to keep you out of trouble when he’s not around”.

“So that’s it? I step a toe out of line and you run and tattle on me?”

“Gods no, I really don’t care about what you do as long as I don’t get yelled at for it. I have no interest in being another captor to you, we’re in the same boat after all” he shrugged.

“So, uh, 27 years?” you asked tentatively.

“27 years of captivity and servitude, yeah. It’s great, been here longer than I lived in my own town before” he said bitterly, “A royal caravan came through to collect tribute and unfortunately the previous guard captain decided that I’d make a good apprentice so that was that. I was 14 at the time”.

“I’m so sorry” you said, but your words felt hollow. You did not know what to else to say though. ‘I’m sorry’ did not begin to cover how you felt about his situation, or yours, or for anyone else trapped here.

“Yeah, so am I. None of us deserve this, waiting hand and foot on that monster. But you either play your role or suffer the consequences”. He handed you the bag he had been carrying, “For you, from the apothecary. Blue bottle for right now, green ones are daily. Apothecary said pick a consistent time to take the daily ones, unless you want little versions of him running about. And for all of our sakes, please be good about this, one of him is already more than enough”.

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