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[strawbxrryneptune]

Omo this was so beautifully written 🥹

lightning strike | h. iwaizumi

✮ tags ; afab + gn!reader, recently established relationship, mutual pining, pwp, dry humping + making out, nipple play, implied raw sex, super love-dovey, deliberate name change from iwaizumi to hajime 18+

✮ wc ; 4k (???????)

✮ a/n ; something deeply frightening happened to me in writing this but whatever. made it with ten minutes to spare happy bday mr iwaizumi

pls be nice if characterization is everywhere its been a while

He’s nervous.  

So nervous. 

You laugh at him over a can of beer, even harder when he visibly flinches at the sound. The room is too quiet since all of your company has left for the evening. Iwaizumi is tipsy but not drunk - though you think if he has another can he’ll get there just fine.  

“Your face is gonna get stuck if you keep frowning.”  

He shoots you a glare that makes your lips quirk up. “Shut up. You sound like my Ma.”  

“How is she by the way? Still good?”  

Iwaizumi snorts and takes a long sip of his beer. He tilts his head back against the couch, arm stretched along the seats. His muscles pull taut underneath the skintight material of his turtleneck. You find yourself sitting on your hands to calm down, but you’re too unfocused for it too work.  

“She’s good. She likes the countryside. Been growing squash and tomatoes and everything. Gonna try and stay with her a bit during off-season,” His voice is wistful and affectionate. An only son, filial and polite - you smile at him lovingly. “You should come visit with me.”  

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Guess it’s the same since we’ve already met but since we’re going steady I though you might be too nervous.”  

The realization settles in too late. Just when you thought he’d swallow the nerves down, they make an appearance once again. He sits up straight, clearing his throat, diverting his gaze to the coffee table separating you both. A blush spreads up, all through his body. His ears turn especially turn some shade of cherry red. Dusts all along his nose. He tsks at you, tongue clicking with a familiar petulance. You bite back a laugh.  

“Going steady? Seriously?”  

“Well,” Your face twists in mischief as you look up at him, your eyes locking briefly. “You’d get all hissy if I called us lovers.”  

His eyes go wide - in equal parts shock and mild disgust. You can’t hold the laugh back that time time no matter how hard you try. It bubbles up out of you, euphoric and hysterical. Your laughter is too loud to savor his displeasure, so caught up in it that it takes you a few minutes to calm down again,  

“I hate you,” Iwaizumi mumbles. A grin splits your face. 

“No, you don’t.”  

He frowns and his blush darkens just a touch  

The room goes quiet save for the sound of your heartbeat. You try and collect yourself. The house feels too quiet, all prior company absen. Not that Mattsun and Maki dragged out Oikawa to be considerate of your newfound love or anything. You’re sure you’ve already gotten a long text detailing your extortion related to the favor. Still, you’re glad to be alone with him.  

It’s easy to split your time between all of them separately when you’re all in the same place - but complicated to be all together. And alone time with Iwaizumi has always been hard to come by.  

You’ve been pining for him since highschool - the frequency you wish to see him tuned tuned by the passing years of your relationship and feelings. You’ve gone through the whole spectrum of desires. From wanting to see him everyday constantly, to hoping you’d never have to see him again. It took you well over a decade to make any progress, and the entire process (while surely heartfelt) has been unmistakably clumsy and so, so long.  

Spending alone time with Iwaizumi has thus always been complicated except for this one time. You got together, officially, just last week. The day he came home, where you incidentally found yourselves alone together. Something that’d been rare years prior due to said pining and trying to get over him. You don’t even really know how it happened. It felt like the most significant moment in your life thus far and incomparably anticlimatic at once. He was just sending you home since you’d got completely shitfaced, and before you left you grabbed him by the collar and announced it. Just like that.  

(You threw up half-way through the car ride back. Your Uber was nice enough to pull over so you didn’t do it in his car.) 

You went home after and didn’t speak for days. It took a few more days for either of you to work up the courage to sort things out forreal, but you made it work with the help of even more alcohol.  

Things get busy though, when Oikawa returns home and Hajime is off-season. It’s rare things line up, and when they do - it’s only natural you spend all your time together. You did today too, celebrating Iwaizumi’s birthday among the four of you with take-out and Godzilla movies on your nice flatscreen.  

But you haven’t been alone with each other since your chat establishing your relationship as not a pipe-dream, which was notably through text.  

He’s nervous, so incredibly nervous but so are you. Just a little.  

You look up after being lost in thought - to see Iwaizumi stare at you. The air shifts slow and steady, thick tension stirring in your gut. You bite the inside of your cheek, rubbing your feet together as you fold over yourself, chin resting on your knee. 

You wonder if you should be the one to break the distance. Iwaizumi beats you to the punch this time. You suppose you’re even.  

“Come ‘ere.”  

He pushes the coffee table farther away from him with ease, careful not to knock anything over. Your tipsy self swoons over his competence, but you’re sure you’d do the same sober.  

The look he gives you as you crawl over to him makes you feel bashful. You go over until you’re sitting side by side - stretching your legs out. Your thighs barely touches. Iwaizumi jolts, swiping a hand over his face in exasperation.  

“Sorry,”  

You shake your head. “It’s okay.” Because it is, then just to make sure. “Are we okay?”  

“More than okay,” He admits, a breath of relief following the words. “It was a good birthday, by the way. Thank you.”  

“They’ll get upset that you only thanked me,”  

He bristles immediately making you giggle. “I’ll thank those knuckleheads later.” 

You smile at him, wide and bright. He looks at you before quickly looking away, laughing a little humorlessly to himself. You wonder what he’s thinking about but decide against asking, comfortable letting him go at whatever speed.  

“Can I uh—“ He clears his throat. “Wanna kiss you. Just uhh… shit.”  

You’d love to tease him, but you feel like your heart might explode out of your body so there’s not really much room. Nodding, you sit up on your knees and turn a little to face him. His features soften with remarkable fondness. You flush at the sudden attention. He sits up straighter, turning his head to face you. His forehead knocks against yours softly, noses brushes. His eyes are so sharp. You have to close your own when you feel him leaning in to kiss you.  

Iwaizumi is warm. His lips are softer than you thought they’d be. His hands feel big as one snakes up to cup your neck. He gives you one deep kiss, followed by two pecks before pulling away to make you chase him. He rewards you by kissing you agai. The sudden pressure makes your head spin.  

You pull away dazed. “You’re… super good at kissing.”  

“Yeah?”  

You press your thighs together at his reply. So sexy it’s unfair. “Uh-huh.”  

He gives you a weighted hum. 

His reaction spurs you on then. You pull away from him momentarily. Iwaizumi stares at you in reply, worry making his brow furrow. Before he can get the words out, you seat yourself on his lap. He’s taken aback as he realizes your intent, your arms around his neck. It’s not even really the alcohol, as much as it’s everything else. Cramped in your living room together, pressed up against your couch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and shiver in his arms smelling his cologne. Spicy with a hint of pine. He hesitates, hands settling so carefully on your hips.  

He lets you stay like that undisturbed until you’re ready to pull away. Like he senses you needed that. He’s always been so good at knowing what exactly you need. Suddenly restless you decide you need to look at him again - make sure he’s real. That this is real.  

“Hey,” He mutters. His pitch is low, sends your heart hammering.  

You giggle, fluttering nervously. “Hi,” And then, “You like me,”  

“Pfft,” His voice is so tender, so soft, so comforting. “More than that.”  

Suddenly overwhelmed by your own giddiness, you squeak. You want to bury yourself in his shoulder again, but he’s quick to hold your wrist and stop you. He pins you under his gaze. It’s so intense you can’t help but feel like a deer caught in headlights. Your head is empty and all he’s doing is looking at you.  

But maybe that’s the whole problem. He’s looking at you, and you’ve wanted that for more than a decade. Now having it is too much, too suddenly - and you’re almost afraid of having it. It’s just a gaze, but it’s yours. He’s telling he’s yours in a way that’s just like him.  

“You…” He starts on something before letting you go. “For a long time,”  

He doesn’t need to explain. You already know.  

“Me too,” 

He calms down when you get it..  

“Really?” He follows up. He doesn’t look at you as he goes on. “How long?”  

You think on it.  

“Since we were fifteen?”  

“Same as me, then.” He’s clumsy with the follow-up. “That’s…”  

“Dumb? Ridiculous? Too long?” You say, filling in the words for him. “I know.”  

The extent of your own longing comes to you in waves. Love, like the sea trapped behind ice - so easily shattered. You’re drowning, your lungs aching trying to get adjusted to what is finally yours. The shock of it comes and goes, but you’re surrounded by it all the same. Iwaizumi stares at you and you stare back and nothing in the world exists except this desire you’ve kept to yourself for years.  

His name comes out like a whimper on your lips. “Iwaizumi,”  

“Hajime,” He corrects, so tender. So sweet to you. “Please,”  

“Hajime,” You test the name out on your tongue. It’s sweet.  

He doesn’t say anything after that.  

Your breath hitches as Hajime crowds into your space again. His hands are firm on your hips as he kisses you again. It’s different from before, lingers longer - his tongue pressing along the seam of your lips until you open them and allow him in deeper.The taste of alcohol is clearer on your tongue, bitter remnants of malt making you drool at the corners of your mouth. You kiss hungrily, your hands carding through the short, black hair with a longing sigh. Hajime groans a little when you tug at the root and the only thing you can think to do is try to sink into him further. .  

The hear raises without warning. Your skin under your clothes feels like it’s on fire. It feels different too suddenly for you to adjust and keep completely calm. Lust that borders cosmic engraves into your bones. Crumbling under the weight of it, you kiss Hajime like your life would end without it. In the moment, it feels like it would. Exchanged breaths are the only source of air for that space and time. You feel frantic, hazy - and Hajime who you know to be so steady, proves to be in the same place as you. 

His hands are so big. You can feel how tight he grabs you, his thumb pressing into your hipbones - itching to go lower. You don’t want to pull away but you want more. In the second you take a breath you tell him as much. Your own delirium might bring you shame if you were in any place to really feel it. “You can touch me. However you want.”  

“Fuck. Don’t say that.”  

“Hajime, please.”  

You mutter something but you don’t catch what it really. Your head is swimming with unrepentant ardor and your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth. Hajime kisses you again and takes the lead. The pleasure echoes in how you sigh, your hips rutting against his lap as his hands squeeze your ass. His hands are so fucking big - strong and kind and hold you with no uncertainty. The groping goes straight to your cunt, stomach starting to twist with familiar arousal. You push your hips against him again.  

You’re hardly thinking about it. Hardly thinking at all - no coherency or sense thrumming through your brain except his name. Hajime, Hajime, Hajime. An incantation of destiny. A love song.  

You feel his fingers inch up to go underneath your shirt - all of a sudden feeling burdened by all the layers between you. You can’t calm down. 

He pulls away from you first in that instance. Before you can ask, he nudges himself close to your neck, kissing along your jaw. You feel the fabric of your shirt tug. “Can I take this off?”  

You nod rapidly, then mimic him wanting him to do the same. His laugh is raspy in the follow through - your shirt and bra discarded somewhere on the floor. He stops suddenly, flicking his gaze up to you like he’s asking permission again. You just nod, not knowing how else to convey your desires.  

Your nipples pebble in response to the arousal and cool air. Hajime’s tongue flicks from his lips.  

His gaze makes you feel ticklish. He runs his palms over your tits with an appreciative noise. His eyes linger long enough to make your skin go hot all over, your spine prickling with heat.  

“Staring,”  

He looks up at your face, amused by your pout then kisses you as he feels you up, calloused palms brushing against your nipples, tits fitting perfectly in his hands. He smiles a little against your mouth. “Guess I am.”  

“Take yours off,” You plea. 

He obliges you, peeling the tight shirt away from his body and leaving his bare torso in full view. The proximity makes your lungs tighten like they can’t get enough air - heat radiating from his skin. His physique is toned, layers of muscle soft and comfortable He’s structured and gorgeous like a statue. You’re greeted by his broad chest and the corded muscles of his biceps. All sinew and strength, down his core. Strong and stable and big everywhere you could possibly look. You feel awestruck, mouth-watering at the sight - clit throbbing. Objectively attractive, you’re sure anyone in your place would feel the same. But this is your Hajime and the body he’s worked so hard on, full grown and yours. The trail of hairs down his stomach, getting coarse. The v-line of his waist makes you clench. 

 Too much.  

 The words tumble out of you before you can stop them, like water spilling from a broken dam. “I want you to fuck me so bad,”  

His brows raise. You can feel something twitch hard against your clothed pussy. At full mast underneath the confines of his pants. \Your eyes go wet when you realize what it is. Mind sticky, you draw your lips into a pout and silent protest. Despite your desperation, you almost want to say it again, pleasure thrumming through your body at his reaction. It feels like electricity sparking up from the base of your spine all the way to the top of your head. 

 Hajime presses his face to your neck all over again - hot, open mouth kisses trailing from jaw to chest. You gasp when his mouth closes around your tits, tongue laving over the tender skin and making your back arch.  

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” He mirrors. His voice is scratchy and his grip is tight. “Been wanting to fuck you so bad for so long, you have no idea.”  

There’s something true and well pathetic about the yearning that wells up inside of your gut and settles itself in your sternum. It spreads and grows and tangles in your ribs, curls around the vessels of your heartbeat. The kind of yearning that makes your whole being tremble, makes you want to preen and sing like a canary. It’d be good if time stood still so he could fuck you infintely - never being able to go where you can’t reach.  

You rock against him and Hajime holds you steady like always. His voice drops down to murmur - speaking with alarming clarity. You’re teary from the sound of his voice.  

“Let’s cum together,” He offers as reprieve, so sweet despite the harsh grip on your hips as he draws your weight down closer to him. You’re suddenly conscious of your choice in clothes - how thin the fabric of your shorts really as as the rough outline of his cock presses against the seam. You’re glad you didn’t wear underwear “And then I’ll make you cum again. I’ll take care of you,”  

“You always take care of me,” You say with no awareness of your surroundings. He laughs breathlessly. ‘ 

“Yeah..since it’s you, it’s easy.”  

You go wide-eyed but don’t get a minute to dissect. Not bothering to unbutton his jeans, you gape at the hard outline of his cock confined in black boxers. his  He picks you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as your spine touches the carpet of your living room floor. You make a surprised noise as you’re let down gently. He doesn’t unfurl you from him. You spark back to life as his lips meet yours again chastely. The complaint you had dies on your lips when he trails down your jaw again. His voice is next to your ear, sinfully rough - warm breath tickling your skin. His teeth tug on your ear lobe and you shiver.  

“Tell me if it’s too much,”  

You don’t get a chance to ask about it.  

The sudden motion of his hard cock rutting and humping against your sticky, wet cunt punches the air of out of your lungs.  

There’s only a single layer of wet fabric keeping him from fucking you.  The very idea makes your pussy throb unhelpfully. You understand all of a sudden that this was what he meant about wanting to make you cum. But it’s Hajime, your Hajime - so making you do any work wouldn’t cut it. Humping you in missionary of all things like he’s already inside you.  

The thought overwhelms and you gasp.  

You don’t recognize the sound of your own voice, so high and pitchy with need. Pure pornography. But there’s no camera for you perform for, nothing but Hajime above with with a heavy gaze. Your spine arches at the sensation once it hits its stride, the angle of friction just right. The indirect touches makes your core throb. Your clit has been achingly sensitive for so long, and the release of tension in a single thrust is enough to make you shudder each time. It feels like you’ve been holding the feeling in your entire life. You wheeze his name out brokenly as he does it again - a sharp thrust, precise enough to be perfect like he already knows you that well.  

Your lower body feels week as the arousal starts to climb to a steady chorus. You pant for him like a bitch in heat.  

He’s not inside you but the smack of his hips against yours makes you feel like you’re getting fucked anyways. You imagine how it’ll feel when he really fucks you and can’t see straight after the fact. Each little movement spreads precum along your shorts, already wet with your own arousal. The friction of the damp fabric makes you cry out from pleasure,  animalistic with need. Your nails dig into his biceps as he kisses you all over, wherever he can possible reach. Along your neck, shoulders, collarbones chest. Any place he has accsess.  

You want him so fucking deep it’s frustrating, want him up to your throat - but the lack of direct touch makes you want him more desperately. And it makes it feel so, so good. The kind of pleasure that’s dull and throbbing but makes something in your spine go alight, like shoving your thumb into a bruise. You want Hajime to press himself into you hard enough to make the healed dull yellows vibrant purple and red all over again.  

You gasp helplessly each time he rocks his hips into you. He’s whispering such filth against your ear, into your mouth each time you kiss and you can’t reply with anything but his name. He praises you each time anyway, goads you into saying it again. Again and again and again until you can’t find your own voice.  

“Say it again,” Hoarse, punctuated by another thrust that nearly drives you over the edge and makes your eyes go wide. “Say my name again, baby”  

“Hajime.” So you say it- can’t think of any substitute since you’re not sure god would suffice. Locked between you in the warm sticky air is just Hajime, all yours.  

Every muscle in your body starts to lock up as you hit the final stride to your orgasm. You want to cum so badly for him and only him. All over his cock in any way he’ll light you. The thought pushes you over the edge. Over and over and over until you hang over the precipice of your own orgasm. When it hits, it hits like a crash of thunder on open plain. Like suddenly everything in you that’s every been grounded in Earth is scattered with sparks, skating and careening across your body. You feel him in the fiber of your being. Your toes curl at the sudden release, not able to voice a warning that isn’t just a soft gargle in the back of your throat. He doesn’t stop or stutter in his motion, instead gripping your hips tight as he can while lets you run through your high - nothing but praise and affection.  

You can feel him more than you can see him cum along with you. Sticky, hot seed flowing in spurts as his dick twitches for you - his ragged breathing covering your skin in goosebumps. You moan at the warm sensation drenching your poor, covered pussy and find the load to be wasted though you feel contented anyway. 

 You’re barely sane enough to catch your breath, but he eventually lets you down - though you can’t keep from hugging him. You pull back to look at each other.  

You brush the sweat matted hair away from his forehead with a lovesick sigh and giggle. He looks down at you with a grin, pressing his forehead to yours with.  

“Can’t believe I came in my pants like a teenager,” He says through a laugh.  

“It’s like making up for lost time,” You say warmly, all floaty. “Plus, the way you were fucking me but not fucking me…definitely a man. It was really hot, you know?”  

He groans. “I’ll get riled up again.”  

You smile at him. “Let’s fuck lots for your birthday, Hajime.”  

“Is that the present you mentioned earlier?”  

You pretend to think on it. “Mm..no. Not just the sex, anyway.” 

He looks at you confused as you lean in closer to him. “It’s safe so there’s no condoms anywhere in this apartment, unless you wanna go stop to get some.”  

He gives you a blown out look of lust with a soft breath, voice bordering a growl. “As if I’d make it through the door now.”  

You laugh helplessly happy and kiss him. “Happy birthday.” And then a little quieter. “I love you.”  

He softens visibly but doesn’t say anything else. You don’t need to hear him to know.  

You think the spare copy of your keys might make him cry. So you decide you’ll give it to him later. 

 The clock hasn’t hit midnight yet, anyhow. You have plenty of time.  

Now and always.  

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His expression turns into a challenging smirk, that finger that was pointing at himself motioning for you to come closer.

Bring your ass then. I’ll make sure you end the night without a shadow of a doubt.

ㅡ Bakugou ㅡ

*passes out*

[strawbxrryneptune]

I forgot to add text omg THIS WAS DELICIOUS OMFG HHQHQHDUAI THE LAST OART WHERE HE WAS TRYING NOT TO CUM IM SCREAMINGGG

conversations with the devil

bakugou katsuki x reader

dynamic // (dirtbag) stepbro!bakugou x fem!reader (ft. his nasty frat bros)

aged up characters (21+) - nsfw + dc heavy, minors do not interact

word count // 19.2k

warnings // dark content. blackmail, coercion + manipulation, noncon (breeding, creampie, fantasies, recording), power imbalance, stepcest.  ass play, breath play, cum eating, cum play, degradation, (very) dubcon, edging, fingering, humiliation, impact play, masturbation (m + f), multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), objectification, overstimulation, panty theft/sniffing, size kink, somno (referenced), spit kink, squirting, teasing/fantasizing, voyeurism

notes

this takes place in the same au as initiation :>

a/n // a huge thank u to @eikatslut​ for inspiring my stepbro fantasies and to @katonshoko​ + my other besties in the bubble pop server for giving me so many ideas for this and thirsting for him w me every day!!

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You’re staring up at him indignantly. Furiously. He’s so nonchalant — as if he didn’t just imply that you wanted to fuck him. Him! Of all people. Your own stepbrother. You’re speechless, just glaring at him, without the faintest idea of how to respond.

He laughs, reaches across the counter to squish up your cheeks with his massive, rough hand.

“Relax, kiddo,” he chides — condescending. Sarcastic. “This isn’t a cheap porno. I’m your big brother. Nothing weird’s gonna happen just because we’re all alone.”

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Thanks for the tag!! I took off the reblogs to make it shorter :)

Her Majesty Dragin hybrids Kirishima x Bakugou x Peincess Reader

This one is my second favorite, I love hybrid anything tbh and it was really fun writing this.

CEO!Bakugou

I'm surprised this one has over a thousand tbh it's one of my simplest works

Southerner Bakugou

This is the second southern Bakugou I did I believe, another of my favs.

My favorite: Killshot

This one was just so fun to write and my favorite trope is enemies to lovers so it was pretty easy to generate!!

Since it’s coming up to the end of the year I wanted to play a little game~ Post your top 3 fanfics/art/content with the most notes (you can use this link it’s way better than the Tumblr one) and then your favourite thing you created this year. It doesn’t have to be the thing with the highest notes, just the one you enjoyed creating the most!

Here’s mine:

1: Gloryholes - Bakugou Katsuki x Reader. I genuinely never expected this one to be my most popular kinktober fic, never mind my most popular Bakugou fic. I get overly emotional whenever I check the notes and comments on this one. 2: Serendipity - Bakugou Katsuki x Reader. This is my longest single fic to date and I honestly had so much fun writing it. I could literally write for this AU over and over. 3: On Call - Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Reader. The way my top 3 is all Bakugou fics for once! This was a collab I did with the amazingly talented @/cupajoart and it was so nice bouncing ideas off each other and seeing the amazing art she made to go with it.  My favourite: Adoration - Bakugou Katsuki x Reader. You know I rarely like my Bakugou writing, but this was such a self-indulgent fic where I put all the things I enjoy into it. It was one of those fics that you don’t even realise you’re at 5k+ because you’re just so into writing it? I think I actually did it in one sitting, and I just love subby Bakugou.

Tagging: @katsukikitten, @bakugotrashpanda, @spellboundspectre, @arcanumbras, @itsleese, @cyancherub, @autumnalsteahouse, @sendhelpimstupid​, @reinawritesbnha​, @cupajoart, @bakugous-trauma, @bakuroo-writings, @whumperooni, @lemonlordleah and anyone else that might wanna play!!

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Thinking abt this again

I was so mad cause Tumblr deleted this when I was about to post it but I'm glad it did cause I have an even better idea

May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

@miggiisdumb this is for you bby

Masterlist

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

[strawbxrryneptune]

This was so beautiful. The way you wrote the dreams and then when we realized what had happened oh my God 😭 and the smut scene was so intricately written. I'm speechless this was amazing

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 [𝐦]

↳ reincarnation au | dragon au | arranged marriage au

rating » M for 18+ [crossposted ao3]

warnings » aged up characters, foul language, plot angst, a lil bit of character death, soulmates, biting, hard+soft dom undertones, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, stomach bulge, overstimulation, choking, breeding, and also waxing poetic about red eyes.

word count » 14.945

summary » the depraved and filthy dragon race are second only to devils for the crimes they've allegedly committed against humanity and due to your stupid, conniving brother, you are being sent to the cruelest of them all. the one they say breathes fire. the one that has your heart bleeding at his feet.

Sometimes fairytales did not start with stars and naïveté but rather with blood and ichor.

And sometimes the greatest thing one could do for themself was to understand the simple fact that although some were born with gold and treasures, others were born from fire and ash.

You took confident, measured steps upwards on the grand stairwell that led to what would soon be your beast. The late Queen – your mother – had not been physic when she had been alive, but she did know a thing or two about the world and the beings that walked amongst it. Your chest constricted as you remembered what your late mother had told you.

You had never quite envisioned yourself on your way to your betrothed for the first time with a debt to your family name and with terror swaying in your veins. Flanked on both sides by a legion of soldiers and maids that you knew will not spend the night in this seemingly grotesque yet coldly beautiful castle.

After all, it was only you – the third princess in line for the crown, that was being sent in a flurry of admonishments and forgotten promises to an unknown land for a chest of gold bars. A land that was fabled for its unscalable fortress of a palace as it was for the creature that dwelt in it.

The kingdom of Dragons wasn’t so much as a land with an abundance of dragons living in a semblance of harmony as much as it was a land ruled by them.

There was only a handful of dragons to begin with and with their shape-shifting properties, it was easy for them to live amongst humans… until it wasn’t.

And when that time came, they migrated in droves away from the bustling cities in the south and west and created their own place far from the prying eyes of humans.

A domain that was carved from the very scales off their back and protected by them, for them. The humans that serve under them submit their unyielding loyalty in exchange for the warmth that only a dragon can provide in the harsh, desolate climate of the northern regions.

The castle that your intended to resided in was one of ice and valor. A château encroached between a cavern of sprawling mountains. It was as imposing as it had looked drawn in the books of old that you’d read years ago. A tall, large, and dark thing. It had acres on acres of land that were blanketed over by thick sheets of snow.

It was amazing, you thought, how different this castle was from the abode your family called home. Over here the warmth from the sun barely left a sheen on your skin and all you felt was a deep, sickening feeling of an icy storm in your stomach.

You cursed your family under your breath all the way to the seven seas and back. Who cares about treason when your stepbrother, the current King, decided to squander most of the royal budget and treasury on filth, mistresses, and redundant banquets? Heavens forbid, but you truly just might asphyxiate on these polished black marble stairs if you thought about him even a second longer.

Although you were absolutely livid at your brother for forcing your hand into this arrangement due to his utter incompetence, you did love him and the people of your country. If the only way for them all to survive the bitter winter and the years to come was for you to go through with a marriage proposal… then so be it. Even if the marriage proposal had been sent to an unspecified daughter of the crown centuries before you were even born…

To put it simply, the dragons had money. Lots of it. And your family needed it. Lots of it.

You’d gone against your younger sister accepting this farce of a marriage. She was far too young, too naïve and, most importantly she was the type of person to bend her back to accommodate the wills of others. You’d rather get skewered than send her into a dragon’s den. No matter how civilized they now claimed to be.

On the other hand, your elder twin sisters were too busy doing great things in the empire.

For goodness’ sake, one was the vice-captain of the royal guard. While the other was a junior scholar at the magic tower, not to mention her engagement with her childhood sweetheart had already been approved by your late Queen Mother. And your brother, although a fool, was not foolish enough to break that promise.

Quite literally, you were the only option. Not the best one. Not even the preferred one. Just barely acceptable.

You gripped the sides of your maroon long-sleeved dress with the strength of an angry god. The dress had been painstakingly tailored to perfection by an army of seamstresses at the capital and anyone could tell. The quality was like that of fine silk that shimmered through your fingers with the softest of touches and yet it provided the warmth of a snug bear. There must be magic woven through it. Perhaps it was a parting gift from your sister.

Though the weather of the land was harsh and cold, your dress came within it a relief that made you steel your heart. Because although you loved your people and your hometown with everything you had, you were oh so terrified.

When the wrought iron gates to the estate had creaked open upon your entourage’s arrival several moments ago, you had almost asked the carriage to turn around and plan an elaborate faux death on your behalf. Even that would have to be better than whatever laid ahead in this doom of a castle.

It was one thing to read about dragons. Another beast entirely, to be on the precipice of meeting one.

In fact, one could almost convince themselves that dragons did not exist and were nothing but fabled literature if one tried hard enough. And tried hard you did.

However, there were reasons why humans migrated to the north of the continent where the five dragon clans lived and ruled carefully. Even though the north was a wild land that was callous and cruel, it was also the richest and had the densest saturated area for the mining of magical cores and gems. And in this world, magical ability ruled supreme.

You’d read somewhere that in the days of old, humans and dragons were never meant to copulate. Against some form of ancient laws. But that must have been meaningless gossip since here you were.

The guard in front of you stopped ahead of a large brass door with intricate carvings of wolves and dragons in comradery. You didn’t stare at the illustrations for long, mesmerized instead by the height of the latched door. Was it giants that lived here instead?

Recalling the purpose behind your agreement to this political marriage was not enough to calm the nerves littering across your skin in a gradient of goosebumps and clutching to your heart like a vice grip, making it increasingly harder to breathe. It was by sheer will only that you managed not to throw up on your heeled shoes.

You could feel the tension brimming between your country’s knights and maids. They were petrified shitless as well even though they would not be allowed into the room along with you.

Maybe they were scared for you?

And perhaps because of that fact, you found your spine straightening and your neck arching high. Your fingers flattening out the wrinkles in your dress as obscurely as possible.

You were a princess… for whatever that was worth. And although you had no special qualities to speak of, you were very adept in the art of faking it. You’d done it for years since your coming-of-age ceremony.

The guard finally pushed open the door and a chandelier so bright almost burnt the retinas clean off your eyeballs. And when he announced your arrival with all the gusto of a lamb being catered to a slaughterhouse, it was not fear about your future or the uncertainty of it that was written on your face.

No.

It was not even shock.

But rather, inexpressible, hypnotic enthrallment.

In all your dignified years, you’d never seen a person that exuded opulence as much as he. He radiated confidence and arrogance entwined together into a snarky tango that adorned his lips like the red of the wine that graced the edge of his wanton smirk.

It was one thing to be beautiful, but it was an absolutely different thing altogether, you suddenly realized, to be beguiling.

Somewhere behind your ribs hurt. A bubbling feeling that made you raise a hand to soothe the ache in your chest as you looked at him. Maybe heartburn? You couldn’t tell, except that for some reason, your eyelids burned with the need to cry. What kind of dangerous, uncontrollable feeling was this?

From the very throne that he sat on that had been carved from the darkest and strongest of all magical ores, Veronite. To the sheer grandness of it. How could a throne be so ridiculously large and yet be nothing at the same time when compared to the man that sat on it? You would never know.

The wide throne room was another thing to behold. It was stunning, the room truly was. With dark reds – the color of burning fire, accenting the room that was black and gold with high, arched ceilings. Large windows outlined the walls but did not let in much light since the weather was so overcast.

There must be a storm coming, you thought. But then how did a man shine so bright in a room full of darkness?

It seemed as though everything was inconsequential when put next to him.

With light hair so strikingly profound that it resembled sandstone. But alas, it was his eyes – you decided, that spoke volumes and yet zero all at once. His eyes were a shade so deep, so red, that you could swear they were infernos if you hadn’t known any better. His eyes screamed violence and calm and all the intricate emotions in between.

Try as you might, you could not take your eyes off him.

Not even as you realized that the palace guards had prevented your entourage from entering this room. Not even as you recognized the bone-chilling cold that seemed to permeate throughout the entire palace was nonexistent in this room alone. It was like a fire had slithered under your skin and made your palms sweaty.

Perhaps that was the moment it dawned on you that you were no longer just the third princess of your humble country, but now also the betrothed of the elite fire dragon, Katsuki Bakugou.

Even though you were somewhat sure that dragons could not smell fear nor taste it in the air, this dragon was different. He was different. You knew nothing about him and that made him dangerous.

The devil-may-care grin on his face only grew wider and wider with more derision as you made the long walk across the dark carpet to him. You were certain that he who sat on his black throne was the king of this castle, if not for the look on his face, then the manner of his dressing let it be known

He was the only person in the castle that wore such thin clothing that someone could be mistaken to think this palace sat on the port of a sea rather than the bed of icy mountains.

His black satin shirt that looked almost transparent against the backdrop of his ivory skin contrasted against the dark gloves you wore on your hands to keep the frigid air at bay. If there were such a thing as polar opposites, the two of you were it.

And not to mention how you absolutely despised the expression on his face. Almost as if he’d been waiting for your arrival like a child awaits gifts on their birthday.

You did not think of yourself as a gift. However, as you lowered yourself into a proper courtesy, you thought he possibly believed you were and that burned spitefully in your lungs.

“May the blessings of a Thousand Suns be with you, Your Majesty.”

It was the common greeting of your land. A phrase that was meant to impart a kind grace and amiable favor unto the receiver. This time though, the words fell like ash from your mouth.

What use was a blessing in front of something akin to a god himself?

“Hmm,” he leaned forward from his throne, eyes brimming with snark and barely restrained cynicism. “You sound as though you would like to curse me to hell instead.”

“I would never do such a brazen thing, Your Majesty.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from spewing out words so unroyal-like that you’d be packaged back to your hometown with a big red burning flag declaring war rather than marriage.

“Is that so?”

You had to tighten your hold on your dress to abstain from scoffing. “Are you insinuating that I – the third princess, the Dahlia of the crown, am being caustic against you? The great dragon that breathes fire?” Your courtesy went even lower. “If there were any such thing as a mockery of a dragon, Your Majesty, this simple princess wouldn’t dare.”

The laughter that bellowed out of him startled you so much that you broke your courtesy as your gaze stumbled up to look at him.

His amusement made him look younger, and you suspected that he didn’t do it often. His face looked more like it was a marble statue and less like an affable jokester. The burning sensation in your chest only tripled at the action.

“You’ve still got a mouth on you,” he noted as he rose from his throne. You frowned at him. Still? You didn’t know him. But instead, you wondered how a man could be so towering. He was not only tall, but he was large. Larger than the world itself… being a dragon came with perks it seemed, because the suitors back home never looked like this. “Is this how you treat your King?”

“Thank you.” You snapped to bow your head. “And fortunately, Your Majesty, we have yet to be married.”

He was not your king. Although, you truly didn’t see your stepbrother as your king either… but that was semantics.

“Ah, yes… that.” He sighed as if he couldn’t be less bothered by it all. “If your brother were to have any say in this, we wouldn’t even need a ceremony to be wedded. Your family needs what I can provide, am I wrong?”

God, you could strangle your brother right this second. Such a desperate man he must have acted that even this dragon was beginning to take you for a fool.

“My family is grateful for your kindness, Your Majesty.” You were going to write a letter to your brother and hex him to an eternal rest for this humiliation.

You had not one inkling of magic in your body, but whatever.

“You are pulling teeth to address me with honorifics… Katsuki is fine, you are my wife after all.”

Your pulse spiked and struggled to keep down the thwacking in your chest as your heart slammed against its ribcage. You’d never dreamed of referring to him so naturally except from when you cursed at him in your mind. But you were not going to argue with him about it.

Katsuki was fine, he said. And you quickly found that you enjoyed his name on your lips. Like it belonged there.

“Okay, Katsuki. We are not married. I am not your wife.”

“Yet," he said with an almost devil-like satisfaction.

A threat and a promise.

Nodding as if you understood, you turned your gaze away from his face and kept it pointed at a window. Anywhere but his face. “And I assume I will need to perform companionship duties once we are wedded?”

Why you were asking this was beyond you. It appeared that with the barrier of esteemed honorifics lifted, your most inner thoughts were spilling forth unto the tiled floor. You were becoming quite tempted to dig yourself a grave and jump into it.

Katsuki scoffed out a laugh. “If you wish to ask if I will fuck you then the answer is that I will do my part as a proper husband.”

Your neck whipped around to look at him.

Fuck. He was going to fuck you.

It wasn’t a question of if but rather when. And you’d already known from the start to expect this. And it wasn’t like you were a virgin, though you’d been discreet during your endeavors. And yet… and yet even as you felt a sting of aversion at the prospect, you could not stop the finger of excitement that treaded across your spine.

You had to force yourself to remember again that Katsuki Bakugou was not a human. He was something other. A supernatural being that was not to be trifled with.

But you had to admit that your mind debauched a little at how different he was from you as you entertained dark fantasies of his body pressed against yours in the cold of the night.

Fuck, you were going to hyperventilate to a fast death.

He cocked an eyebrow and for a sliver of a second, you believed that he could read your thoughts. Impossible. But his eyes were all-knowing. And the smirk on his face never abated. Was it glued on?

“Do not expect much from me, little princess. After all, I am sure you’ve been warned about how utterly filthy and depraved we dragons are.”

For the first time in your life, you truly knew fear. You breathed it. It migrated across your skin and made a cleft in your chest.

You’d never cowered in sweat in front of a man before. But he wasn’t just some hick from the outskirts. This man was imposing. He was daunting. And you realized then just how much he must have despised this sham of a marriage.

But then again, if he was oh so dreadful and oh so powerful, why did he accept it? He certainly would not have lost any sleep over your country’s finances.

“Are you really even a dragon? A dragon hasn’t been sighted in years.”

“True,” Katsuki inched treacherously closer to you and only then did the thrum in your chest subside. “Most humans are not worthy to see even our talons.”

He was a breath away. If you reached out, you would probably meet the steel of his corded chest. You clenched your fists and gulped. “Am I worthy?”

You felt his finger dance across the scar on your throat as he lifted your face towards him. Impeccably close. You could taste the burn of his breath.

“Well, you are whatever I want you to be, wife.”

Death by a thousand suns. No one could’ve prepared you for the weight of that word. It knocked your knees together, stole the breath out of your lungs, and inflamed your cheeks.

Wife. He wielded that word like it was natural while you were losing balance at the mere thought.

You managed to stay upright and not by your own will but rather because of the vice grip he had on your chin. You scowled at that. Had you always been so weak? Susceptible to tiny words said in unbelievably coarse voices?

Suddenly, he let you go, and you shuddered as you finally gasped in air. But he was still too close that all you inhaled was his scent.

And like an animal in heat, your eyes closed. It was heady. You understood that now. Katsuki Bakugou was a special brand of medication. Maybe it was the violence that you were sure lingered in his blood that made him lethal, but it turned you on all the same.

Fuck. This was going to be one long sham of a marriage.

You took several steps back until you were sure whatever juju he possessed could not infect you again. How were you already drooling over this man that you’d just met? Not man, beast. How were you already losing all fibers of sense?

A deceptively soft smile splintered Katsuki’s lips. It made him look prettier than you wanted. “Does it trouble you?”

He was beautiful and he knew it. That troubled you. “Huh?”

“Does it worry you that you are not so unlike the beasts you claim to deride? With the same debauched thoughts as the beasts of the forests.”

“I, I..."

“Go on, __.” He said as he folded his arms across his broad chest and your eyes dropped to his pectorals as if a chain connected you to it. “You have many thoughts and I see them over your face.”

You could not believe you’d even thought for a moment that he did not know your name, or care to remember it. Your name wasn’t spat out neither was it caressed. Instead, he said your name like it had power. Power to take. Power to destroy. And he was taking and destroying much more than you were willing to give.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

The dragon hummed. “You still have your humor, I see. You better keep it well for there will come a day when you will be able to lie no longer, wife.”

Before you could even ask him what the hell, he even meant by any of this — his words, his actions — he was gone. Like a cloud up in smoke. He simply was no longer in front of you. You blinked and poof. Gone.

You swiveled your body around to find where he’d vanished to but all you saw was the grand throne room in spinning angles. How could someone with his frame just disappear? Teleportation magic? Maybe it was a dragon thing?

If there was anything you grasped then, it was that you weren’t brought here to be a silent prisoner that he acquired, but as something else in this grand, reticent castle. Something like trouble.

You were not going to be saved from your impending fate because alas… who could ever slay a dragon that was also supposed to be the prince? The fairytales had never prepared you for that and sadly, you doubted your humor, as Katsuki Bakugou had aptly called it, could burn him. Or save you.

He was fire after all.

But now that he was away from the room, you realized that the tingling – almost painful sensation that had flooded your body in his presence was gone as well. You didn’t think much about it. Perhaps it was fear that had caused the reaction. Better to blame it on that than think on it any harder when your future was uncertain.

The huge brass doors that led into the throne room pushed open but when no one stepped inside, you figured that was your cue to leave.

Was this how your stay in this place was going to be? Obeying cryptic orders from a dragon that was strumming with savagery in your presence? If he told you to jump… the only question you would be able to ask would be how high?

You fisted your dress even harder as you stomped to the exit. If not for your brother, you would not be here. It was all for the family. Family was everything supposedly. No sacrifice too great for blood – is what you’d been taught… but you sure as hell weren’t buying it. And it was especially hard right now.

What was blood in the face of Fear? In the eyes of Lust?

Once you stepped out into the hall you realized again how the throne room seemed to emit a heat that rivaled a thousand burning suns while the temperature of the rest of the castle was steeply glacial.

One of your personal maids, an older woman with red hair cropped too short to her head, stepped forward and bowed. Your envoy was about to leave and then you truly would be all alone in this grand place.

“Be safe, Dahlia.”

She didn’t even wait to hear your response before she and the rest of your entourage led themselves out from the way they came. You truly weren’t the most beloved princess of the empire especially when compared to your other sisters and it had never truly bothered you… really, it hadn’t. But at that moment you’d never felt so alone in your life.

Not knowing what else to do, you flicked your eyes around until you noticed one of the palace’s guards.

A man with brittle red hair. You approached him because you figured he must have been distinguished as much as he was handsome with the array of medals he had adorned on his chest. It also didn’t help that he was the only one you could see in the hallway.

He smiled and you thought perhaps he trapped the sun within his teeth.

You blinked up at him, frowning. “Is something the matter?”

“I have been instructed to take the miss to her quarters for the night.” His chest seemed to puff up even as he made a polite bow. But you couldn’t help yourself from correcting him.

“Princess is fine. Not miss.”

It wasn’t his fault, not really. But you were royalty and no matter how much you joked that you were the forgotten princess, in the end, you still were one.

Or maybe it was because you still felt a smidgen of a grudge at your maids’ lack of care and at Bakugou for calling you little princess. And the way he’d just left. Oh gods, how he irked you.

You cleared your throat and hastily added. “Or you may refer to me using my given name, it’s not like I’m back home anyway. I have no idea how the customs here work.”

“Well, if you are giving me the right. You may also call me Kirishima or Eijirou. Vice-Captain of the Palace Knights and from today onwards, your assigned bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” You slanted an eyebrow. “What do you need to protect me from? Shards of ice?” You let him lead you one step ahead through the grand hallway.

“You never know, Princess. You are a very long way from home and the world works differently ‘round these parts.”

Home… whatever that was now.

You wondered if the dragon that ruled this place would allow you to visit your hometown after the wedding. You already missed your younger sister and weirdly, your elder sisters’ nagging. You’d once longed to run away from home but now that you’d left, you felt empty. Both alone and lonely.

Kirishima was an affable man. He made jests as he pointed out important aspects of the castle. Who died where, who poisoned who and he also let slip that Katsuki Bakugou had been in this Ice Castle for a long time but not long enough.

Dragons had impossibly prolonged lives that humans found incomprehensible, hence the myth that dragons were immortal ran rampant. Apparently, Katsuki was young in dragon terms, but you doubted the two of you could compare life expectancy.

You wondered how he would look like when he was older, more mature, and maybe with more fire in his veins than he knew what to do with. You thought he’d look quite delectable, albeit a bit too smug, but you bit your tongue to help rein in your thoughts.

This marriage was fake. You weren’t really going to grow old with him. Not that your lifespan could ever rival that of a mystical being and you had to remember that before you fell flat on your ass.

The room Kirishima pointed out as yours was situated somewhere in the west wing and as you stared at the wooden doors apprehensively, you just had to ask.

“Where exactly is Katsuki’s room?”

You vowed to avoid it at all costs until your wedding day. It wasn’t that you outright hated him, after all, you’d only just met him. But there was something simply unnerving about him. Like he wasn’t real, and your life might be in the balance when it came to him.

It also didn’t help to notice how your breasts perked up like offerings awaiting his embrace when in his company.

Bah, whatever, you’ll blame that on the cold.

“The Young Master?” Kirishima scrunched up his nose. And instead of answering you verbally, he used his finger to point at the black door right next to yours. “It is customary to have rooms close to each other before the ceremony. Were you not told?”

Well, fucking damn it all to hell and back.

You could already imagine the snickering laughter falling from his beautiful lips as you glared at his door. He could have given you any room in this too-big-of-a-castle and yet… and YET. You seethed.

“It seems I wasn’t told anything. Pray tell, how long must we be in this…” you fumbled for the right word. “Predicament?”

Kirishima caught wind of your temperamental tone and did well to not mention it. Instead, another sunbeam peeked out from his open mouth as he grinned. You flinched.

“Well, if the rumors around the guards are to be worth their salt, then the Young Master –”

Like a devil being called, the door next to yours swung open, and standing there was your fiancé, betrothed, or whatever he was.

“Gossiping about me behind my back? How very human of you.”

You jeered. “I would have said it to your face if you had not vanished from my eyes before I could.”

“I did not vanish.” Katsuki leaned against his door’s edge as he mocked you. “I simply walked.”

Of-fucking-course he did. If cows could talk, you bet even they would call him a liar, but you bit your tongue and hmphed, crossing your hands across your torso.

He must have thought you were amusing since he chuckled – barely perceptible – but you heard it all the same and that made the difference.

“We stay in different rooms because you are human, I am not.”

“So, what? You’re afraid you’ll devour me or something? Obviously, since you are a dragon, and I am a human.”

The look in his eyes consumed you more than his words ever could. Katsuki was intense. You’d noticed before but now it paralyzed you. He could see deep into your bones, your soul. You were more or less a mouse trapped within his sharpened teeth… that made you nervous.

In this hallway, there was only him, you, and no one else. You gulped a shaky breath. Maybe your joking around was coming to bite you in the ass. For you always seemed to speak faster than your brain could compute.

Whatever it was that tethered you to him made it difficult to not perceive the want in his gaze. Now, that baffled you. There were probably hundreds if not thousands of women to pick from in his kingdom alone, but he stared at you like you were the very origin of hunger… of desire.

Lust, you noted, was a perilous thing.

Katsuki ran a hand through his hair and if it were possible his voice dropped even lower and more guttural than before. “Have sweet dreams, little princess.”

This time he did not vanish. He simply walked back into his room and closed the door for the night. That was it. But instead of it being an end, it felt like this was the beginning. Beginning of what? You did not know. But something was starting all the same.

You wanted to scream at his door but feared the servants of his castle might spread rumors that you were going insane. You weren’t even sure if Kirishima heard your apology as you retreated into your room to hide for the day, hoping to the seven seas that the ache under your sternum finally eased as the night went on.

Katsuki was infuriating but he was also alluring, and you had no idea what to make of that.

Sweet dreams, he’d said.

Fuck, you hope he hadn’t cursed you.

That night you dreamed of ashy skies and embers that cracked open the ground.

You were running, heart pumping frantically in your chest as you desperately evaded being caught. Being captured by whom? By what? Everywhere was madness and you could barely make out your skin as you tore through the darkness. The weight in your hands was heavy and when you looked down you saw the most exquisite thing in your life.

It was a gemstone. A white pearl larger than your head and so bright against the contrast of night. There was a siren in your mind begging you to protect this treasure with all you had until you had nothing left to give. You hugged it closer to your chest.

In the midst of all the chaos, you dared a chance to look behind you. You saw the end of days flash right there.

A beast like no other. Bigger than the sky and as dark as the night itself with lustrous, crimson eyes. Wings that spanned the whole width of your sight. It was chasing you with a snarl trapped between its teeth. Your step faltered and you stumbled, scared that if you fell you would never get back up.

Could you ever outrun a dragon?

Before you could find out, your body shook itself awake.

The temperature must have dropped even colder as you slept, despite the litany of candles the maids had ushered in last night to keep the cold at bay.

You sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had no idea how the day was going to go but you at least had to look ready for it. Because just as you’d thought, Katsuki had invaded your dreams. He was like a curse waiting to happen.

You had no doubt that the dragon you saw was him. You sensed it everywhere in your bones.

The maids came in soon after that. Rushing around you; trying to get things done. The one thing you were staunch about, however, was that you will not be wearing a dress.

This castle was cold as fuck, and you doubted you'll be able to handle it without properly covering up. The head maid sulked at your request but didn't say anything.

It was so much freer to move around in the green fitted pants you were given and laced boots. The black shirt you wore was thicker than a coat, so you decided to forgo gloves. Today, you were going to look around this castle and hope for yourself that you would not die from boredom in the years to come.

As you groomed, you wondered if Katsuki would allow you to wear trousers for the wedding. You snorted at the thought. He'd probably claim that it hindered access to performing marital duties...

Not that you would fuck him on an altar even if he threatened you. But you had no idea what to expect. And clearly, he did not shy away from the topic of sex, like you'd been taught to. And although he might think otherwise, you were not some beast caged by your carnal desires.

In fact, you wondered who'd taught the king of this castle anything about marriage. Perhaps he was winging it like you were. That thought made you a bit unsettled. The blind leading the blind was never a good case scenario.

And by the time you'd reached the hall for breakfast, you had lied convinced yourself that perhaps this marriage could work. Even after the ceremony. You will keep to yourself and not engage with Katsuki. He'll do whatever he wanted to do, and you didn't care. Or at least you hoped you wouldn’t care.

If all you had to do was share your bed at night, then fine. Splendid even. It was your heart, your soul, that you wouldn't give. Your body? Well, you didn't mind selling that.

The food spread out was fancier than you expected. You guessed even the king of a cold, isolated castle was still a king. And something told you that Katsuki Bakugou was someone that always demanded excellence and expected it.

You had almost finished your plate of incredibly fluffy pancakes when the door pushed open and in came a sweating, hulking and shirtless, Katsuki. You swore under your breath at his physique.

He was going to kill you, you knew it. Not a bloody, violent death. But one of immense thirst.

"Where the hell is your shirt?" You blurted out as your eyes bounced around the room to look anywhere but him. You didn't even notice that your bodyguard, Kirishima, had come in along with him. You were too flustered, too hot, too everything really.

The corner of Katsuki's lips turned upward as he sat albeit too elegantly into the dining chair opposite yours. He eyed the spread of food as he inquired, "No good morning, dear husband, or how was your night, dear husband?"

You blew out a breath. "Future husband."

"You seem determined to remind me."

He plucked a piece of the decadently soft bread from a plate and bit into it. You watched a little foolishly at his fingers that seemed thicker than a bread knife. He noticed and obnoxiously flexed the digits, and you cleared your throat, embarrassed.

"You are sweaty and half-naked walking around—"

"In my own home," Katsuki interrupted, "you can be sweaty and naked as well if you want. This is your home too. I don't mind."

The grip you had on your utensils only intensified as your thoughts descended straight into the pits of hell. But it was the look on his face, so haughty like he knew his effect on you and he was milking it dry. The red of his eyes appeared to flash happily the more you glared at him.

You were beginning to suspect that he loved getting a rise out of you. And you were beginning to hate yourself for always stepping up to the challenge.

This time, in lieu of responding, you looked over at Kirishima who stood to your side, watching the exchange with hardly veiled enjoyment.

"Good morning, Kirishima. How was your night? I hope it was not as cold as mine?"

You could feel the sudden blast of heat that engulfed the room, and you knew it was Katsuki before you even spared him a tiny glance.

He sure was a dragon. Cool to touch and yet so quick to anger. You rolled your eyes at him. He had it coming.

If Kirishima was afraid of Katsuki, you didn't know because instead of cowering from the heat, he barely restrained a laugh. "Good morning, Princess. I'll see what the maids can do to make your room warmer. The temperature up here does get a bit out of control during this time of year."

It was summer everywhere else, but you didn't mention that. Rather, you smiled even brighter at him. "Really? Then maybe—"

"Then maybe you could sleep with me. In my fucking bed. Isn't that right, princess?" Katsuki spat the word out with venom. And you strained to hear him over the tight growl invading his voice.

You blinked at him. Was he seriously getting dicey over your title? He was the one that had called you a little princess a mere day ago. It had irritated you then. But what about this irritated him?

"Why would I want to sleep with you? You’re a dragon, remember?” You threw his words from the other night back at him.

“Hah.” Katsuki sounded exasperated. “If you are cold at night, who better to warm you up than me, princess?”

You faltered. You didn’t want to. And you fought against it with everything you had, but when he called you princess it wasn’t a meager designation, it was a promise.

Kirishima’s eyes bounced between the two of you like the both of you were his new source of entertainment. Perhaps you were in the grand scheme of things. You didn’t really care; you were too focused on the way Katsuki seemed elated by your stunned silence. What was he? Five?

When you didn’t respond, Katsuki concluded. “You sleep in my room then.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll wait till we are wed. Thank you, Katsuki, but no.” You shook your head vehemently.

“If you think I need some damn ceremony to tie me to you, then you might be dumber than I thought.”

You coughed. “I am not dumb –”

“So, you say, and I’ll leave it at that.” Gods, you were going to stab him with a butter knife. “But you are already mine. The wedding is for your benefit, not mine.”

You had no idea what he meant but you refused to look clueless in front of him as he lounged back into his chair. You’d almost forgotten that he was shirtless until you noticed the ripple across his chest as his muscles stretched.

You fought a brave fight to keep your eyes above his neck.

You lost.

As you rose up from your seat, you cut him a glare. “I. am. not. yours.”

“And I am very selfish.” He continued as if you hadn’t spoken. Or maybe in spite of it. “Half your soul? Mine. Half your heart? Mine. Do you understand?”

No, actually. You did not, but all you could do was breathe harsh and fast.

“If all these things are already yours then what the hell are you even waiting for?”

He smiled then and it was not a dark one nor was it soft in any manner. He didn’t look thrilled at all actually. Matter of fact, he seemed a bit sad and lost. Was it possible that he too had no idea what any of this meant either? But that could not be for he was the only one that knew why you were here.

“You. I’ve been waiting for you.”

And maybe there was something wrong within the crevice of your soul because it was then that you felt water dripping from your eyes.

His words had undone a cord in your chest.

It was instant; the tears that freely flowed down your cheeks. It was unbearable, the déjà vu sensation of a knife to your heart. You had never experienced mourning like this. Because that was what this felt like. Mourning and yearning knotted into one ghastly battle in your chest.

You stormed out the dining hall like there was a fire burning the soles of your feet. All but flinging yourself into the hall to get away from him.

There was something about Katsuki that you couldn’t wrap your head around. How the hell could he invoke such despair within you and yet you were none the wiser as to why?

You pretended not to hear Kirishima trudging silently behind you, a ghost at your back trying not to frighten you like you were a wounded animal.

Everything in your body was splintering apart and the thin scar that marred your throat throbbed with a force you’d never known. It was a scar you’d been born with, but it had never hurt as much as it did that day. The ghost of Katsuki’s fingers as he’d dared to touch it yesterday only heightened the feeling.

You didn’t even realize you were falling until you felt Kirishima’s hands strongly grip your arm. You could not tell the difference between the ground and the ceiling for everything was spinning. Twisting and turning as tears blinded your vision. You were so dizzy. And your whole body was weeping. Longing for something that you could not reach.

What was happening to you?

And more importantly, could you gouge it out?

You did not see Katsuki again after that.

Which was fine by you. When he wasn’t next to you, the space in your chest neither burned nor cooled. It was simply pacifist.

You could handle loneliness; it wasn’t the first time you’d ever felt the emotion and you doubted it would be your last. What you had no idea to handle were emotions that eroded all common sense.

You knew he was still somewhere in the castle during the day. Training with his guards most likely. Sometimes you heard whispers about him painting all day and night from the maids, but you never saw him.

Not even as you crawled into his spacious poster bed at night to sleep.

The very first night you’d refused to go to his room but that tune quickly changed once you realized that your own bedroom had been locked. Not to mention that Kirishima had told you that Katsuki’s room had the best view in the estate… he’d been right. But still, it was the principle of things.

The dragon bastard that he was, even in his absence he still managed to have the upper hand.

His bed was so warm though. It smelled like him day in day out and for some reason you found comfort in that scent. You’d rather swallow a sword on fire than admit it aloud, but that didn’t matter since you weren’t that stupid to ever tell him that.

The only time Katsuki coexisted in the same vicinity as you happened at night. When he climbed into bed behind you. He only ever did when you were already in the deep throes of sleep. And you only knew this because you felt him somewhere in your chest whenever he came. He never moved too close to you and by the time you woke up, he was gone.

But sometimes you swore you heard him cry.

You had no idea why Katsuki would ever cry though, so you told yourself he was probably battling allergies. You made it a point to not think about it. You could be delusional or something.

And you blamed the constant tight feeling in your chest on heartburn and cocked the whole teary-eyed situation to stress.

Obviously, you must have missed your family and hometown so much, and to such a heightened degree that tears simply sprung out from your eyes at the most inconvenient of times. Yeah, that was it.

Probably because of the conclusion you arrived at, you ended up sending handfuls of letters to your sisters back at home writing about whatever mundane thing happened in the castle. It wasn’t the best thing to be doing, but at least it was something.

It was easy to convince yourself that by doing all this, the little dam that opened in your chest would close in on itself. But that was a lie that you were struggling to justify to yourself after two weeks passed and only one letter from your sisters had made it back to you.

It was a letter from your eldest twin sister, the knight.

Sister, I see you have continued to survive in the dragon’s domain and wish you all the best in your marriage. We hope you do your best to not perish at his hands anytime soon.

You scratched your head at that but kept reading as if the letter would get any better.

She went on to say that everyone at the empire was very busy preparing for her twin’s wedding so there’d be no time to communicate with you after this. But of course, she thanked you for agreeing to marry out in order to help the family because that made everything alright.

Right?

You tore the letter to pieces and then dumped the remnants into a burning firepit.

Suddenly, you did not regret leaving your home and vowed to never send another letter to your family again. Even your little sister – the one you practically raised – did not deign you worthy enough to even send an empty envelope.

That night you’d crawled into Katsuki’s large bed with scorned, dried tears glittering on your face, feeling the loneliest you had ever felt in your life.

But you dreamed about the dragon once more and this time instead of running away you watched as it set the whole world ablaze.

And instead of fear, you felt peace in the fire.

This had been happening frequently; dreaming about dragons. Well, a dragon. The black one with red eyes. The one you swore was Katsuki.

You’d spent weeks trying to understand him and what he’d meant when he said he’d been waiting for you. You were already here. And in a bid to forget your sisters’ and brother’s lack of care towards you, you threw yourself into unraveling this more pressing mystery.

It was better to forget your family than deal with the pain that resided in your throat when you thought about them. You’d already taken the stab wound when you opted to come out here to the north, there wasn’t much else you could do about them not loving you enough.

You did realize that you had yet to officially marry Katsuki… kind of impossible to do with the both of you avoiding each other.

However, you were tied to him. You had nowhere to go. Even if you were to run, what use would that be when you’d freeze to death outside these walls? And you were beginning to doubt that your family would take you in open arms.

After all, they were lavishing in the riches Katsuki had sent over in exchange for your hand.

So, that was how you found yourself intruding on the guards that protected not only the castle but also the sprawling cold land that Katsuki, ruled over. You learned later on that this land was called Fangsbone and it was the coldest out of all the regions that the dragons reigned over.

“I’m telling you, he’s angrier than usual these days.”

Sero, a pretty dark-haired knight announced as he exited the training grounds and stepped into the quad with a limp. He took his time walking over to where you and some of the other knights that Kirishima had introduced to you were lounging.

In your old life, you would have never entertained the thought of making conversation with the guards of the palace. Your mother had instilled in you that it was beneath you, but it wasn’t like you were truly a princess anymore. And you were tired of being lonely. If befriending a group of knights was what kept you going, then who were you to complain?

“He is?” Kirishima asked, toying with a sword as he faux sparred with Mina, the Captain of the guard.

You’d thought that the captain would be more… stoic, but she was probably the most easy-going person you’d met in your life. And that was refreshing.

In fact, talking with these people every day was the most you’d ever been listened to. And you found that you liked that a lot. Not the talking part but not being invisible was pretty cool.

Mina snorted, using a foot to knock your personal bodyguard off his balance. “Of course, you wouldn’t notice.”

In the split second that Kirishima stumbled, Mina brought her sword directly to his neck. The scar on the side of your throat throbbed at the action. “He’s in there biting off rookie’s heads at the smallest provocations. Rookies, for dragons’ sake. They know nothing!”

“He fucking burned my arm,” Sero bemoaned as he flopped onto the bench next to yours.

“Language!” Kirishima all but yelled at him.

Sero cleared his throat almost immediately, bowing his head albeit sheepishly towards you. Averting his eyes. “I apologize, Princess.”

Princess… that damn word brought Katsuki back to the front of your mind on instinct.

You smiled at him, shrugging. “I accept your fucking apology.”

He grinned while you and Mina laughed. If there was one thing you wanted to thank Katsuki for it was for having very kind guards. It was a bit liberating to be able to curse aloud without the burden of your title. Or fear of not sounding ladylike.

Kirishima shook his head as he sheathed back his sword. He came back to stand beside you. “Okay, I’ll concede. The Young Master has been a bit scathing.”

A particularly fierce wind blew past, and you were very thankful for fighting your maids to wear a fleece coat and breeches. The snow had eased up a bit, so you’d planned to go bond with some of the horses in the stable, but the weather was still shitty. And you were gradually losing your resolve to walk out even further than the courtyard.

Before anyone else could say anything the wooden doors that led to the training grounds pushed wide open and you finally saw the one person you had not seen in weeks.

If it were possible, he was broader than you remembered. And that wasn’t the only thing you had forgotten. There was a feral type of energy that quivered around him and seemed to you like a real, living thing.

You thought he would ignore your presence, but he was a better man than you thought because he strutted to where you sat.

Your spine snapped straighter, and you willed your heart to stop pounding so impossibly loud. It was embarrassing. Even more, embarrassing it was that your body was heating up at just the thought of hearing his voice.

He was the opposite of poison to you. An aphrodisiac. And like a deer, you simply watched him. Not able to do anything else.

He didn’t say anything to the knights under his command – he didn’t have to. You barely registered the grumbling of Sero as Mina and Kirishima cajoled him away from the quad. Who knew where they were going. Away from the dragon that’s for sure. Anywhere was better than being in the direct line of attack like you were.

You gulped, scanning him from head to toe, pretending to be blasé about it. His blood-colored shirt was snug to his skin. You could see each and every muscle as they strained against the barrier. What was his obsession with tight-fitting clothes in this weather?

“Funny seeing you here," you finally managed to say.

Your eyes trained on the sweat that lined and dripped from his brow and how messy he looked. Even as his hair stuck at odd angles, he reminded you of the paintings that littered the inside of his castle. Regal, imposing, and beautiful. A dangerous kind of attraction.

Katsuki tipped the edge of his lips, resting a hand on his trim waist as he said, “I don’t think it’s that funny. Look, you are not laughing.”

“Ha, ha.”

“Oh, princess, do not tell me you are mocking me.”

Princess, that damned word.

“Maybe I am,” you replied finally looking away from his eyebrows and staring into his eyes. “What would you do about it?”

He sat next to you. So close that if you moved an inch, your thigh would skim against his strong one. This, you decided, was torture. Because some deep, clearly depraved, part of you suddenly wanted it more than the urge to breathe.

With him this close to you, you could see the darkening of his red eyes as he spoke. “So, you no longer fear me?”

“I have never feared you.” A lie.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Hmm… did you not avoid me for days out of fear?”

You sputtered. “Huh? You ignored me!”

“True,” Katsuki whispered. “But I do not fear you.”

It mattered not what he was saying when his rough drawl was pouring over your skin. You had to squeeze your fists amidst the cold to restrain yourself from reaching out and checking if his lips were truly as crude as his voice.

“I am not afraid of you.” You struggled to look away from his face. “Rather I fear the voodoo that you partake in.”

You were a jokester apparently because Katsuki laughed so hard he had to clutch his sides in an effort to contain it. His laughter was a chaotic thing. It had no rhyme as it huffed through the air. You avowed then that perhaps you will play the role of joker a little longer if you could hear him laugh like this again.

“Voodoo?” Katsuki crept ridiculously closer to you, impossible mirth dancing across his intense face.

You said, “what else can explain what you do to me? You’re a dragon; I am sure you are at one with the dark arts.”

“The dark arts?” He sputtered, almost standing up in his amusement. “You dare compare me and my brethren to some… child’s play?”

Instead of responding you huffed and averted your gaze to one of the magically induced burning torches that were not affected by the haggard weather. There were littered around the quad and the outside of the castle to provide warmth for all the humans that lived in it.

It was another reminder that Katsuki Bakugou was odd but not cruel.

And perhaps he really did love indulging you, you thought, as he grabbed ahold of your shoulders and commanded you without words to look back at him. Your body sizzled at the weight of his big hands.

“How must I prove to you that I am above such a wretched thing like shitty black magic?”

You chuckled then. Perhaps it was due to the toxicity swimming in your veins at the proximity of your bodies. Maybe it was because he had finally given you an excuse to capitalize on but before you could debate on it, your hand was releasing your coat and stretching out to grip the harsh hair that laid against the back of his neck.

Proof? If he wanted proof, then it was only right for you to find out for yourself as well.

The world was burning as you brought his head nearer to yours.

“Are you afraid of me now?” You murmured.

Even at this distance, he let out a satisfied smirk as if he knew something you did not. “Never.”

That sealed your fate.

Katsuki had lips like a prayer. Smooth, reverent, and all-powerful – consuming. You had been the one to steer his lips to yours and yet you had no control anymore over it for you were falling. He was not brutal in the way the wind that assaulted your cheeks was. He was utterly commanding not only your body’s needs with the ease of someone that knew you inside out. Like a monarch, he brought about unspoken wishes that lingered at the tip of your tongue.

You could barely think about decency when you felt one of his strong hands reach up and caress the column of your neck. Gripping it ever so gently. A finger pulsing over the scar that was born there. He had questions but they drowned in your mouth as you were occupied with dying in his hands.

His kiss reminded you of stars that burned too bright, too fast, and then died. You were dying but it was a glorious and sweet death.

It was then, in the middle of this courtyard with a breeze so frigid that it numbed your nerves, that you had a reawakening.

On the night you had been betrayed there hadn’t been a single star in the sky.

You remembered that clearly because under a thick, billowing tree, you had made an oath to your dragon that you’ll return back with him. After all, you were the keeper of his pearl. You loved him with every fiber of your being and if that meant that you had to stand up to the council of elders that had banned the fraternizing between interspecies, then so be it.

In that dark night, you had looked up to the sky and prayed to any god that this would not be your last day. You could not abandon him. You had something he needed, and he had something you wanted. For you wanted and yearned for him regardless.

You’d been a mage studying at the magic tower when you’d fallen in love with the enemy.

He was always trying to one-up you at the academy. Always had something to prove and he was damn good at being a magician but that was probably because he was a magical being himself. Being a dragon came with so many perks, but it had meant nothing to you since you were going to whoop his scaly ass.

Or at least that had been the plan.

But then he’d gone and infiltrated your psyche like it was only natural. He was excellent at casting spells and being innovative and a bit arrogant about it too. He was a perfectionist. And although you’d never wanted to admit it, he’d fueled you to be the best mage you could have ever been. You were your happiest when he challenged you and the both of you realized that early on.

Bonding to him, however, neither of you had expected that. That the universe had found something within the two of you worthy enough to be called one. That your very soul knew his name.

You gripped his hand tighter as the two of you climbed up the stone steps that led to the council room, trepidation leaking into your chest.

It was forbidden for humans and dragons to foster anything akin to a romantic relationship. It was against the very ethos of the land, the council declared. And you knew that. You knew that. But what did reasoning have to do when the dragon you loved called you by his name and your soul answered.

He could tell that you were anxious and a little fearful. He knew you just as you knew yourself. You felt the featherlike weight of his kiss against your forehead. He whispered to you that it was going to be fine. The two of you were the greatest mages the empire had ever seen in ages. They wouldn’t risk offending the both of you. If anyone was to be scared it was them, he told you.

You pushed open the wooden doors that creaked. You wondered if you would ever hear that sound again. It wasn’t as though the council would kill you, right?

How could it ever be so wrong to love him in the first place? You just had to prove to the elders that this wasn’t something to be terrified of. That the two of you were not going to cause the end of days.

In front of the elders' probing questions, you found that you could not downplay the feeling in your bones. You burned for him. And if that was not enough, then perhaps nothing ever would be. So, you did not lie. And you did not shake as you told them everything they hated to hear.

Before you could finish, you felt the cold shackles of a mana-depleting handcuff link across your wrists. In your bewilderment, you struggled against your new restraints.

“What are you doing?” It was your dragon that yelled. He too had just been chained. You’d never heard of a device that could imprison a dragon. What the hell was going on?

You tried to extend your magic outward and manipulate anything to your advantage but instead, it rebounded as an attack of pain into your arms. You crumpled to your knees on the floor. It was strange. You were stronger than this.

“Let go of her! I said to fucking release her. Are you deaf?” Even bound, he was a thing of beauty. A fuming god.

It was the head of elders that finally cleared his throat, silencing him. He was an old man that you’d always thought liked you well enough. But now all you could see was the hate that marred his expression like a monster. He was going to kill you; you knew it then.

“You are not only disgusting for consorting with a different kind, but you also have the pride to speak of your despicable acts with glee. You are no better than an animal. You ruin our lineage, and you show no remorse. You have committed unspeakable and unforgivable acts—”

“I have done no such thing.”

You felt the immense spark of constricting pain in your lungs as one of the elders conducted their magic on you, ceasing your breath. You refused to bow your head no matter the agony that ricocheted through your body.

A female elder spat at you. “You have no right to interrupt.”

The head elder resumed as if you hadn’t said anything. “Your crimes are worth death.”

You didn’t dare look at the dragon next to you. Instead, you poured all your energy into staring at the haggish man in front of you. If any of you deserved to die, it was him. You were going to kill him before he killed you. If only you could get these bastard handcuffs off.

“You can’t kill her.” The love of your life snarled in disbelief so potent that you could hear the venom in his voice. “You cannot kill her. Touch a strand on her head I fucking da—”

The head of elders smiled then, it was merciless, again continuing as if the two of you had no voices to be heard. “However, you do not deserve to die by the gift of our magic. We must rid this world of vermin. That is our duty.”

Two arms wrapped underneath your armpits and lifted you up carelessly, callously dragging you towards the center of the circular room. Your knees scratched bloodily against stone as you resisted.

The last of your magic was draining out rapidly but you were not going to cry, and you were not going to deny the feelings you had for him in the face of death. If you died, you vowed to haunt these bastards till their dying breath. It won’t be long till the ancient shrew of an elder quaked his last breath anyway.

You heard the silence of a blade being removed from its scabbard before you sensed the sword rest at the base of your throat. Unwillingly, water slipped down your cheeks.

This was bad, you thought, this was really bad.

You turned your gaze to the mythical beast that you would die for. He looked barely present; the place where the cuffs connected with his skin was on fire. He was burning his own skin and that hurt you even more. That he was fighting to break himself to free you, but you knew the council wouldn’t give him time to do it.

You were going to be a cautionary tale for anyone that ever dared to step out from the discriminatory laws of the empire. Or maybe not. Maybe the elders would cover it up, you didn’t doubt that they had the power and animosity to do it.

The council was going to separate the two of you in this world and you were going to hate them for it.

“I love you, Katsuki Bakugou; the dragon of fire.” Your voice sounded awful but still, it was foolishly unwavering. “I do not fear death because even after that I will come back to you. So, you better wait—”

The sword next to your neck flinched back before it proceeded to whistle through the air as it swung.

Ruthlessly, you pulled apart from Katsuki’s lips.

Maybe it was him that gasped for air, maybe it was you. You had no idea. Either way, it broke you apart. And once again everything was dizzy and you were wheezing so hard that you saw black spots in your vision but his hand on your neck was the only thing that connected you back to the present.

He was the only thing in this moment that let you know you were real.

That had been a nightmare, or rather it had been your past life.

All of a sudden, all the dreams you’d been having for the last few weeks made sense. Katsuki Bakugou had gone mad after you died. He had swooped across the skies like the evil creature everyone said he was and rained hell on the world.

“You,” you breathed out. “You’re the reason dragons left the empires in the south and west.”

You remembered everything now and you ached.

He shook his head and corrected. “You are the reason. Those filthy mages – those dirty humans – tore you away from me. I burned them all and I would do it again. All their cities of fucking greed, I destroyed. Their piece of shit tower, I brought to dust. But it still did not bring me you.

And so, I left. My brothers did not want to stay in a land that despised our kind, therefore they left as well.”

Silent cries were erupting like geysers from your eyes, but you weren’t sure if it was from the memory that had assaulted you or for the fact that he had waited.

Katsuki Bakugou had waited for you.

Your forehead rested against his.

“Why would you wait so long?” You wept. “You must have been so lonely.” You grasped his face between your hands, reveling in the fact that he was the same as you knew him back then and yet more.

He didn’t answer you and he didn’t need to. It did not need to be said since it finally dawned on you that you would have done the same.

This mighty, crude, misjudged dragon. With all the scales on his back, no one would ever know how soft his heart was. How weak he was behind his warily chosen vulgar persona. But you knew. The same way he knew how utterly lonely you were in your past life and in this one and how you hid behind explosions of jests.

If you never treated anything seriously, then perhaps it would never hurt you.

And for him, maybe he thought that if he guarded himself with all the fortresses in the world, he could never be hurt either.

How foolish the two of you were.

Katsuki decided then that the proper husbandly thing to do was to showcase his inborn strength by crouching low and lifting you up in his arms. On impulse, you wrapped your hands around his neck, not because you were afraid but simply because you needed to touch him even more. Your body demanded it, and you were weak.

So, damn weak.

“Haven’t I already told you?” Katsuki asked but did not wait for you to respond. “I am selfish, but I know of one person who is more selfish than me.”

Katsuki was leading you somewhere and it must be due to his dragon that he was able to cross the grounds with ease and quickness. You weighed probably close to nothing in his arms.

That lit another match of desire in you. He was so big, so strong. In your past life, you'd wanted to jump his bones the minute academy classes ended, now you realized you finally had the chance.

“It better be me,” you said, tightening your grip.

He flashed you some sharp teeth stealing the breath from your lungs. “Oh dear wife, of course, it’s fucking you.”

There was no opportunity to say anything more after that. Not that you particularly minded. You were too busy attending to more pressing matters like figuring out how many pecks you could smother across Katsuki's face before he lost his balance.

He didn't stumble once. And you noted that instead of looking displeased, his face crooned even closer to your lips. You laughed as you pressed more firm kisses around his neck and then you bit down hard.

Katsuki whimpered and your head exploded at the sound.

He was going to ruin you.

The second you got to Katsuki's bedroom; the door had barely even slammed shut before he was peeling the coat away from your body at lightning speed. Your dragon didn't give you time to think before your body was being thrown against Katsuki's bed.

The next thing you knew, his body was everywhere. Above you, around you, everywhere. You'd always known that you were smaller than Katsuki, but you felt that and more now. He was massive. He could crush you if you wanted. And want you did.

Using a hand to prop himself up on the bedding, he pushed you firmly back into the mattress as his lips came with the force of a thousand suns to collide with yours once again.

There was nothing kind about the way he handled you this time. In fact, there was a sort of brutality in the way he molded your body into his and swallowed everything you could give from your open mouth.

You purred, like a goddamn cat in heat, when one of his hands snaked up under your shirt and palmed a breast, tweaking the peak to a painfully numbing degree.

"Ah," you cried against his lips. "You better not stop."

He dragged his teeth against your lower lip, you shivered. "Remember what I said?"

You were barely existing as he continued his ministrations with his hand across your chest. Fondling the thing like his life depended on it as he ground his lower half deep into your pelvic region. You moaned aloud instead of answering. He hated and loved that.

"C'mon, be a good princess for me," Katsuki removed his hand from your chest and used two fingers to grip your chin. "Am I your husband or not?"

"You are." You blinked slowly. Why did it sound like you were begging?

"What did I say I would do as your husband?"

You closed your eyes to try and bring the memory back, but you were so far gone. You felt like bursting into tears. Here he was trying to make conversation when all you wanted was his dick inside of you. Wait, you remembered now.

"That you would fuck me... properly."

Katsuki rewarded you by connecting his heated mouth to one of your nipples and when he sucked you through your shirt, by heaven and hell, you ascended.

You weren't one for cursing usually, but Katsuki rendered you a blubbering mess that could only say, "yes, fuck, fuck."

What were clothes when all they served to be was a barrier from what you wanted? And whatever Katsuki Bakugou wanted, he took. And whatever you wanted; he gave. It did not take long for both your breasts to be twin towers of wet and aroused as he bit and suckled and slavered all attention on them.

There was something portentous about the way he looked at you with his head nestled between the valley of your chest, but it was when he spoke that your mind broke.

"You've been with a lot of ungrateful bastards before me, I can smell them in you. But you must know that I will fuck them out of you. Are you alright with that?"

Damn him and his stupid deep voice.

All Katsuki needed to hear was the tiny gasp you let out before he continued, his voice rougher and deeper. "Does that make you feel good? Does the thought of my cock piercing through you make you squirm, princess?"

Princess this, princess that. You were going to prin—fucking-die for the second time in your life if he battered on like this.

If there was anything you noticed it was that Katsuki could not keep his hands off of you. Perhaps for the same reasons you refused to stop touching him either. Because even in the heat of the moment, you were afraid. Afraid that this wasn’t real. That perhaps all of this was one cruel joke.

That maybe you truly were dead already and this was all a mirage.

The only way you could catch your breath was by feeling the heat that Katsuki emitted. He was the anchor tethering you back to the ground. Zero things could do exactly what Kastuki was doing for you.

He must notice that you were falling deeper into your head and less into his body because he suddenly sat up on the bed, grasping one of your hands and lifting your fingers flat to his chest.

"Touch me," he commanded.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Moving your hands across the torso hidden behind his tight shirt, feeling his body tense and hum under your touch.

It was intoxicating, the knowledge that you were the cause of his reactions. That you could do this to him. Reduce him to such a state.

You were about to move your fingers across his broad shoulders when Katsuki practically ripped his shirt away from his body. Unceremonious as it was, all you did was gawk – stunned.

Gods, if not for the fact that you were already lying down, you probably would've fainted at the sight again.

Guiding your hand back to his skin, Katsuki closed his eyes and let you revive him. You inhaled sharply. You brought a finger to one of his nipples and lightly grazed it with your nail. The sound that tumbled out from his lips was perfectly divine. You vowed to make him do it again.

Bit by bit, you learned the points of his body that caused him to groan, sigh and even whimper. You spent your time skimming across his puckered self until he was practically panting. But he did not beg you for more. He clearly was a stronger man than you for you were struggling.

He was the one you were teasing and yet you were the one coming undone.

You removed your hands from him and struggled to get out of your own shirt until you felt two cool hands against your ribcage as Katsuki gently tugged the clothing over your head. Such a contraction to the furious emotion that burned through your skin from his stare.

"You are so beautiful," he rumbled, taking his time to look away from your breasts. "Always have been."

His hands skimmed against your direct skin, and you bit your lip hard. Still, it was so easy for Katsuki to lift your body and guide you to wrap your legs around him. He did not waste any time to return his lips back to your torso. Kissing, sucking, and piercing the skin above your heart with his teeth so hard to the point that it would bruise.

Ugh, the sun, the moon, and the stars. Your heart was going to leap straight out of your chest and land as a bloody mass at his feet at the rate he was going.

Katsuki pushed your back towards the bed before he got up. You stared up at him, confused.

If he was going to leave you all high and dry, you promised that you would hex him. Forget that this body of yours was not a mage, you would sell your soul and curse him if he even thought about leaving you like this.

But then you realized as he bent down and undid the laces of your boots that Katsuki was definitely more forward-thinking than you.

Once that was finished, he rose up and inched closer to the bed, reaching towards your trousers, unhooking your breeches first. You gulped so incredibly loud when he began to drag the pants down because oh fuck. He was going to see how wet you were.

Shit on a pipe. He was going to see it and for some reason that made you so embarrassed… you wanted to hide.

You knew the second that his eyes laid on the exposed apex between your thighs. If not for the sharp stuttering of his breath, then the low, gravelly way he whispered, “fuck,” let you know.

He looked and looked as if he was attempting to burn the image into his retinas for life. You let him even though just watching him watch you caused another surge of wetness to drip onto the bedding.

Could you die from lust and embarrassment? You were on a swift way to finding out.

Your hands found a haven in his hair as your body canted towards him. His breath was wickedness, and you knew at this point that you were drenched. Absolutely soaking.

When you were so faint that you collapsed against him in hopes that he will free you from all this stimulation and finally, finally, give you sweet release, you prayed that he would hear you. This time, Katsuki listened.

Without taking his eyes away from you, he dragged his trousers down his thighs and you in turn did not stop observing as the clothing slid further and further down and holy fuck, had he always been this big?

Wait, big wasn't the word for it. It was enormous. Two swords welded into one, it looked like. A big, throbbing thing that would hurt. Fuck the stars, it was going to split you open.

"It's not going to fit," you smartly pointed out.

Your dragon snorted, kneeling on the bed, and angling himself directly over your sex. He rested it there. "How would you know that? You've never had a cock like mine."

You scoffed, aggravation easily replacing the anxiety you felt. "It's as big as my fist!"

"I'll be gentle as I make love to you, __." If he thought that saying your name would relax you, he was right.

His mouth came down to yours and he breathed fire into you as his tongue dominated the insides of your mouth. His lips did all the talking, lighting a more incessant need to have him inside you no matter the cost. You'll fit him in somehow. You had to.

"How can you be gentle when fucking?" You had to ask, a finger gliding across his lips which were just as crude as you’d hoped.

Katsuki preened at the question. He'd been waiting for it. Lifting your hips up, he spread you open wide. Your whole body ached.

"O wife, fucking and loving... they are both the same thing to me."

And then he thrust into you so hard that your back arched to the skies and you saw comets burst apart behind your eyelids.

No matter how wet you were, your body was still only a little bit prepared for how big he was. You looked down, breathless and weightless to check if he'd fully entered and tears sprung out when you saw that he wasn't even halfway in. And oh gods, your stomach was distended.

He truly was going to crack you open on his dick and you were letting him.

"Please, please, please." You were begging for something you did not know. All you knew was that he must solve it.

How could only the tip be in? What kind of dragon sorcery was this.

Katsuki used a hand to grip your already bruised hips, the strength of it made your eyes roll back. The other snaked its way in between your thighs. He found your clit and rubbed.

That was it.

The next thing you knew you were fighting to take him all in. Bucking up against him. Helplessly crying as you opened yourself, even more, begging him to enter the deepest parts of your soul. To cleave at it, hack it to pieces. Whatever he wanted.

He clearly was not going to deny you, groaning all the way as his dick crept inside of you. It was such a tight fit that even as the heightened feelings of pleasure overwhelmed the pain and your senses, the tears never stopped falling.

Like a man possessed, Katsuki pushed out his tongue and licked a trail of tears from your cheek.

Yes, he truly was not going to spare you at all.

"Please fuck me, Katsuki. Please just fuck me."

He claimed you then with an urgency that rocked your body deeper into the bed, calling out sweet praises as you fought to get closer to him. You’d never heard such worship in your life.

Removing his hand from your clit, he pressed it down on the bulge his dick had created into your stomach, and you could not breathe. You could not think. He plunged harder and faster keeping up with the impossible pace he’d set. The only time he broke rhythm was when you clutched him like a vice.

You brought your hands to his hair and tugged on it but when that wasn’t enough, you gripped his biceps so hard that your nails broke his skin. Still, he pounded into you and still you begged him for more.

Your name fell from his lips incessantly. Sometimes he choked it out, other times it came as barely a whisper. But he would not stop saying it.

Even as he filled up all the lonely crevices in your body. Even as sweat poured forth from his face and dripped. Even as wave after wave of inexplicable torture shivered through your body. He would not stop saying it.

When you came, he consumed all your moans as heat swarmed through your body. But he did not stop. He gyrated and ground his hips deeper, so deep that you felt him in your throat.

His fingers found your clit again even as your body recoiled from the stimulation. He did not care. Or maybe he did but he was choosing to deliver his promise regardless.

“No, you can't.”

You had no idea if that was you speaking for it did not sound like you. You never sobbed like that but, who else could it be?

And then Katsuki said, “I need you to come for me, princess. I know you can do it for me. Will you do it for me?”

That was all it took.

He was groaning and shuddering as the most vicious orgasm ripped through your body and sent you careening over the ledge. Your eyes were open the whole time – barely, so you see the exact moment that Katsuki followed you off the edge.

He called your name out like you were killing him.

He was irate with his irises widely blown out, and his lips an aching red that was twisted into an open breath as he rocked you through it. It embarrasses you to admit that your body was releasing sounds so desperate, so foreign as he plugged you up that it was as if you were haunted.

When you finally stopped crooning into him and released the hold you had on his hair, Katsuki pulled out of you. He watched as his mass flowed out of you, you peered up at him like he was a creature you’d never known before.

Sex had never been like this. But then again, you’d only done it with people that seemed so insignificant. Katsuki on the other hand was different. Different in the way that sang to your heart.

Katsuki Bakugou, the dragon of the ice fortress, surprised you next by walking to the nearest dresser and producing a clean shirt that he used to wipe your sore, messy private parts and thighs. How he still had the energy you knew not. You were too busy reminding yourself to breathe.

Once Katsuki had cleaned you up as best as he could, he came back to lie next to you the same way he had done every night since you had arrived here. He pulled your body close until you could not tell where his body ended and yours began. He chased away the loneliness in your heart.

You loved him a little bit more for that.

“I never got to tell you this before,” he started when you thought he had fallen asleep. He kissed the bolts of your spine. “But I never want you to die for me. You must promise me that you will never do something so stupid again.”

Well, it wasn’t like you wanted to die like that again either. However, you understood what he meant.

“I promise.”

“How did you ever even think you –”

You turned in his arms, interrupting him from nagging you even further.

All that was in the past now. All the elders that had been on that council were dead, you’d never even had the chance to haunt them since Katsuki had burnt them to crisp. And frankly, you did not care about them anymore. The same way you did not think about your family anymore. You refused to.

“So, do you think I can get pregnant?”

Katsuki choked. “What?”

“You do realize that you just let out a whole gallon's worth of spunk in me?” You shrugged. “Like the whole thing. You didn’t even try to pull out.”

The sounds he made almost brought you to tears. He was coughing and choking and bewildered all at the same time. As if it had never occurred to him as he was pounding into you like a demon.

“I mean,” he stammered. “I would make a damn fucktastic father.”

True.

You scratched your head for a moment thinking about it for a bit longer. “Okay… but how do you feel about flying babies?” At the incredulous look on his face, you added. “You are a shape-shifting dragon. What if I give birth to a baby with wings? I really don’t think I have the ability to push it ou—”

You never got to finish that sentence.

a/n » and that's a wrap! pls, do tell me how you feel about this. ive always wanted to write a bakugo that aligns with the gremlin i have conjured up in my head. so, here he is! its my first time posting a public BNHA fic so i got a bit carried away writing it.... as you can probably tell by the wc lol

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[strawbxrryneptune]

Do you have a PayPal or some way we can send you money babes? Maybe open a kofi? I'll support as much as I can!!

I am in such a hard place rn, i never had to restore to this before. But here we go.

My bird, kiwi, is sick, intense diarrhea nd so

There are no vets where i live, only two pet pharmacies , the guy there made kiwi go on two different meds at different times, neither did anything, now he is telling me to give him a human medicine nd i just cant.

I had another bird, ava, who died because the other pharmacy told me to give her a human antifungal cream, so you can understand my reluctance.

Now i would love to go to vets online, but i am broke, have no way to pay, since I have to be 21 to get a credit card here, nd my parents never support me usually, so they wont support me on this.

Please, if there is anything you can do to help, an advise, a website, a guide, or someone qualified to help me, please let me know.

My birds are my world, i spend majority of my day with them, do everything with them around me, i literally feel sad when I am out cause I miss them. I would be devastated if something happens to them. Kiwi has been with me for a long time, five years now. So yeah, I can't imagine anything happening to him.

Thank you.

[strawbxrryneptune]

Thanks for the tag Bae and sorry it took so long

thank you for the tag @spanishmossmagnolia 💚 I think I’ve done this one before, but my tastes have changed since then lol. Also a few I just couldn’t choose ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

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[strawbxrryneptune]

Dead. Dead on the floor HIS FUCKING ACCENT GWTS THICKER WHEN HES TURNED ON HE TOLD ME LAST NIGHT

Him just growling and panting in your ear,

"Where's allat lip from earlier, darlin? Ya like my fucking strap?"

You've long stopped trying to keep up with his savage thrusts, grabbing onto anything you can to stable yourself and that just makes him go harder, baby thinks you're trying to run away from his dick but rlly you're just trying not to go insane.

I was stalking and I stumbled across this and OAKSK Southern gentleman!Bakugou is one of my fav Bakugous I wrote him like twice and I loved it, like imagine him just letting it slide cause he's a fucking gentleman he's not gonna pull his gd dick out and be like "see it's big" 💀 but when you push him too far he just grabs you and pushes you to your knees, shoving your face into his print and asking you if it feels real, and if u decide to be bratty he makes you choke on it

BESTIE. BESTIE.

THE WAY YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT LMAO (IN THE GOOD WAY).

I DEADASS COLLAPSED IN MY CHAIR AND STARTED PUNCHING THE AIR BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY THAT JUST FUCKING KILLED ME.

OMGGGGGG

You’re pissed cus mans got your knees all dusty after pushing you down. You’re glaring up at him, almost not able to believe he was reacting this way because of a joke.

But then he takes it further and is pushing your face into his groin.

You feel what is unmistakably his very real cock, and that anger almost immediately disappears.

You’re flustered but also suddenly feeling horny as hell because you’re realizing that the entire reason you keep piling on this joke was because you wanted him to do something about it.

And then you feel it twitch against your face, your eyes widening.

Southern gentleman Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, affectionately yet condescendingly petting you. Something just felt so right about having you down there. Really it was the perfect visual.

“Haven’t felt a real man quite like this have ya, darlin’?”

He was absolutely fucking right, but you were not about to let him on to that fact.

“‘Course I have! This ain’t nothin’! For all I know you’re wearing a strap to cover up how small it is and make yourself seem like you’re actually big.”

That statement ticked him off for a number of reasons.

That tone of yours wasn’t the most savory on his ears.

The fuck would he need a strap for when he has his dick?

Despite how long you’ve known him, you really think that lowly of him?

You really thought you could get away with disrespecting him like this?

He wasn’t about to take this sitting down. He wasn’t about to take it standing up. Hell, he wasn’t about to take this shit from you, period.

You were gonna throw your manners to the wind? So the fuck was he.

Before long he was pulling your head back by your hair, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, and pull his cock out.

It was beautiful. Big and hard, curved just right, pretty veins wrapping the underside, head nice n red n ready for you.

The way you eyed it hungrily said it all.

You were just toying with him and he let you. Retribution for that was coming.

“Look real enough for you, girlie?”

You were speechless, nothing on your brain except for his pretty cock in your mouth. He starts teasing it against your lips, watching the way your head tilts side to side with his movements as if in a trance.

Your eyes flutter and move to look up at him dreamily.

“Open wide.”

Before long he’s pushing past your supple lips.

“‘Bout to make you choke on your fuckin words.”

[strawbxrryneptune]

So excited !! Can't wait to post and see everyone else's 💕

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[strawbxrryneptune]

Omg him licking up each of your thighs, meeting right between where your cunt lies but instead of licking you there he brushes over it, you can feel his breath along your pussy as he leans up and gives a wet kiss to your lower tummy, licking up to each breast and around the nipple, then licking up your face and leaning back whenever you try to snag a kiss

Omggg jo was thinking imagine bakugou licking just a straight line up your arm and just a straight line up your leg connecting it all on your neck ahhh I just developed a licking body worship kink.

Imagine him licking lines up every inch of your body except the places where you need it most 😳

[strawbxrryneptune]

Stop you're gonna make me cry Dere 💕🥺

Thinking about falling in love with Bakugou, and having those moments where everything else is just a blur to you. All you can see is his dark eyes watching you laugh and cry and scream through life, only thing visible to you is his sweaty palms holding yours as you dance under a million stars, wind whipping his blonde locks back from his forehead, a perfect place to kiss.

The flush of his cheeks when you press your soft lips to the area is so comforting. You wanna drown in everything that is him, and he just wants to sink into the loving softness that is you. He looks at you not like you've hung the moon, but like you are the moon. His eyes light when they see you, he's pulled into you by an invisible force.

He never thought he would be able to feel like this about someone, but he wakes up every morning and thinks of you, his sun, his moon, his stars, his fucking galaxy. He can't go a day without kissing you, touching you, tasting you.

He has to have the sweetness of your sweat on his lips, the stickiness of your lip gloss on his cheek. He needs to feel your arms struggling to wrap around his whole body, the size of him caging you in, but you don't feel trapped. You'd never with him. He's your home, your comfort, your love.

Katsuki Bakugou.

[strawbxrryneptune]

I WILL WRITE SHOTO X READER X KAGEYAMA ✋🏾

okay now who is gonna write gojo x reader x kakashi for my collab. DONT MAKE ME DO IT MYSELF U STINKERS 

[strawbxrryneptune]

PLEASEEE UGH and when he spills down your throat you look him dead in the eye and swallow it with a smirk, then say "Thanks for the treat" and saunter off on shaky legs like a newborn cow and he doesn't know whether he wants to fucking kiss you senseless cause you're so cute?? Even after sucking him off??? Or grab you and give you another treat ✋🏾😩

I was stalking and I stumbled across this and OAKSK Southern gentleman!Bakugou is one of my fav Bakugous I wrote him like twice and I loved it, like imagine him just letting it slide cause he's a fucking gentleman he's not gonna pull his gd dick out and be like "see it's big" 💀 but when you push him too far he just grabs you and pushes you to your knees, shoving your face into his print and asking you if it feels real, and if u decide to be bratty he makes you choke on it

BESTIE. BESTIE.

THE WAY YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT LMAO (IN THE GOOD WAY).

I DEADASS COLLAPSED IN MY CHAIR AND STARTED PUNCHING THE AIR BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY THAT JUST FUCKING KILLED ME.

OMGGGGGG

You’re pissed cus mans got your knees all dusty after pushing you down. You’re glaring up at him, almost not able to believe he was reacting this way because of a joke.

But then he takes it further and is pushing your face into his groin.

You feel what is unmistakably his very real cock, and that anger almost immediately disappears.

You’re flustered but also suddenly feeling horny as hell because you’re realizing that the entire reason you keep piling on this joke was because you wanted him to do something about it.

And then you feel it twitch against your face, your eyes widening.

Southern gentleman Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, affectionately yet condescendingly petting you. Something just felt so right about having you down there. Really it was the perfect visual.

“Haven’t felt a real man quite like this have ya, darlin’?”

He was absolutely fucking right, but you were not about to let him on to that fact.

“‘Course I have! This ain’t nothin’! For all I know you’re wearing a strap to cover up how small it is and make yourself seem like you’re actually big.”

That statement ticked him off for a number of reasons.

That tone of yours wasn’t the most savory on his ears.

The fuck would he need a strap for when he has his dick?

Despite how long you’ve known him, you really think that lowly of him?

You really thought you could get away with disrespecting him like this?

He wasn’t about to take this sitting down. He wasn’t about to take it standing up. Hell, he wasn’t about to take this shit from you, period.

You were gonna throw your manners to the wind? So the fuck was he.

Before long he was pulling your head back by your hair, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, and pull his cock out.

It was beautiful. Big and hard, curved just right, pretty veins wrapping the underside, head nice n red n ready for you.

The way you eyed it hungrily said it all.

You were just toying with him and he let you. Retribution for that was coming.

“Look real enough for you, girlie?”

You were speechless, nothing on your brain except for his pretty cock in your mouth. He starts teasing it against your lips, watching the way your head tilts side to side with his movements as if in a trance.

Your eyes flutter and move to look up at him dreamily.

“Open wide.”

Before long he’s pushing past your supple lips.

“‘Bout to make you choke on your fuckin words.”