#technically he's a half-dragon!

[wolfwarrior142]

Aaravos with his first child: *loves her so deeply, profoundly devastated for a century after she's unfairly killed, causes chaos for centuries after*

Aaravos with his second child: Fuck this little freak lol

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[the-nothing-maker]

Home is where the heart is

(Alastiel is a vampire lord NPC from @luposlipaphobya's D&D campaign, Une Cour de Chair et de Charme!)

[puppypresident]

just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine

[dreadfutures]

Sara | Spencer | Ifan

Sara is a dragon tamer and racer who can see magic with her draconic eyes. Evan is the most powerful spellsinger alive, able to hear and weave his spells into the Harmony all around them.

And Spencer is a college drop out with anxiety :)

[anabetel35]

Guys hear me out -- Ninjago DR AU where Morro manages to leave the Departed realm (or the space that used to be the Departed realm but is now in the merged lands) and kind of. appears on the ninja's doorstep. He's held on to a bit of his power as a way of defying destiny. The ninja absolutely hate the idea of keeping him around but he's the only one who can properly teach Euphrasia and also knows what's going on in the Departed realm.

And because he's still technically only like fifteen, not having aged since he died, he's now actually more similar in age to Sora, Arin, Wyldfire and Euphrasia than the OG ninja. Even Lloyd is/acts older than him.

He's the designated gay emo cousin of the monastery. People would definetly use that plant mister that Lloyd has on him when he's being annoying if it wouldn't kill him.

[candleeyed]

fuck it. unnamed semi-amnesiac mercenary on main.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Feel like the one pro of thinking up Companions AU, aka OC's if they were in Doctor Who, is knowing this is the one AU where Malachi and Hyacinth interact with each other one point.

[foxieflower]

Of Angels and Demons

[mistfallengw2]

Okay so *takes a deep breath* @commanderhorncleaver

Aurelia was born to two members of the Slash warband, Rheya Fangslash and Vallus Smokeslash. She took her physique and strength from her dam, who was a model Blood soldier and held the highest kill count of the warband and company, and while they weren't very affectionate parents by non-charr standards, they were both proud of her and took great care to make sure Aurelia started play-training as soon as she was able to. Even the rest of the Slash warband liked having her around, and those first months of her life are a warm memory for her.

Aurelia entered the fahrar before she was one year old due to her parents' warband being deployed for a mission in enemy territory, but she felt ready and was eager to make friends with cubs her age. Just as she was left in the "playground" by the Primus, she saw a little group in a corner, and as she moved closer she noticed they were harassing the scrawniest cubs she'd ever seen, calling them freaks for being so small and the fact one of them was albino. Wanting to imitate her dam, who she had seen end many arguments one way or the other, Aurelia went and put herself in between to stop the bullies from being needlessly mean. It didn't take long for the other cubs to get rowdy with the newcomer, and it took just as long for them to realize that she could throw her weight and claws around better than them. While they all got reprimanded for it and she was promptly taken to a healer to fix her broken nose (which left her with a slight bump on the top of her muzzle), she and Obsius became best friends immediately, while Odhran was mostly dragged around by them, his flashy personality still caged in a shy browbeaten demeanor until they managed to crack it. Aurelia's bold introduction and rapidly increasing size made it unlikely for other cubs to pick on her group directly, with only a few of the bullies laughing at them from afar and avoiding direct confrontation. Annoyed by it, she took on a habit of breaking up fights whenever she could, so that she could still land a hit or two on the most annoying bullies, and Obsius and even Odhran joined in once they got more confident and swift on their paws. Not long afterwards, Ardea arrived to join her older sister in the fahrar. While Sidonia was a quiet cub who preferred staying by herself, Ardea wanted to make friends, yet struggled to fit in with others due to having Flame-born dam and not being shy about her fire magic. Even though the little elementalist showed she was perfectly capable of setting fire to her bullies' whiskers and tails, Aurelia decided to intervene anyway, and in no time Ardea openly declared them friends.

The biggest formative moment for Aurelia came after a few months into her education. Her sire arrived at the fahrar one day, bruised and with no light in his eyes, and he took her on a stroll, away from any onlookers, to tell her that her dam had died along with the rest of the Slash warband. At the cub's restrained and "proper soldier" reaction to losing people she loved, Vallus broke down and explicitly told her that, no matter how much he and his dam had wanted her to be the best soldier possible, she should never let the Legion's orders be more important than those who are there at her side. Unknown to either of them, Ardea had accidentally overheard Vallus's talk with the Primus, and she had followed them and heard everything. Later that night, to comfort her friend who kept trying to pretend to not be shaken and sad, Ardea came clean about having eavesdropped and immediately pledged that, when one day she would become Legionnaire, she wouldn't let anything happen to their future warband (de facto forming it).

The twins wanted to be part of the warband immediately, while Sidonia took a minute to convince (wasn't friends with anyone and only accepted because her sister directly asked), and they were all miffed that the adults wouldn't take the bunch yearlings seriously about wanting to be a warband already. As it happened, they stuck together through the years, and four other members joined their ranks at different points in time. Kouran was brought into the warband shortly after its formation. He had just arrived in the fahrar, quite late compared to the average due to her dam's warband's most recent assignment (they got sidetracked escorting merchants after a mission in Lion's Arch, so he spent his first year and a half of life traveling and meeting people from all over Tyria), and being the softest-mannered cub didn't do him any favors, so Aurelia quite literally dragged him into the group on his third day (not first or second because he made excuses, being rightfully afraid of the big cub who hovered around him menacingly). Reeva was initially part of the bullies' group due to her insecurities, and she picked on Kouran a lot, often extending mean jokes to the rest of his warband when they defended him. Eventually Ardea confronted her and clocked her issues to her face, quite harsh yet offering an understanding paw at the same time, so Reeva slowly made the effort to be nicer to them all and even awkwardly apologized to Kouran (they became best buddies and even dated for a while in their teen years), switching to their group when they offered her to be in the warband. Lupita and Rorick were happily doing their own thing for a few years, quiet and mostly sticking to their own company as they were not particularly social: she was wild and rarely verbal with anyone but him and her pet, while he was a bookworm who creeped others out with his necromancy. At some point Lupita became friendly with Reeva and Kouran because they gave treats to her pet, but she only started clicking with the others when the twins followed and helped her out during one of her nighttime kitchen raids, which became a non-infrequent occurrence with their help. Rorick was asked to join another fledgling warband, but decided to follow Lupita and accept the offer of the new friends she'd made, in due time opening up to them as well.

Their teen years were fairly standard and uneventful, other than the annoyance of their more rigid instructors whenever during training they opted for "creative solutions" to a given assignment yet still got results. Aurelia and Ardea got together at some point, to no one's surprise. Being such a long-standing and tightly-knit warband with a near perfect record, they picked the name "Dragon" for themselves as the overhyped teens that they were, basing it on the fact that no beast stood a chance against them during training and that their Legionnaire's fire magic was "as strong as a dragon's breath".

Their initial years of active duty were marked by an immaculate streak of successes with no casualties of their own, continuing their trend of creatively reinterpreting any orders they found debatable, all in the spirit of leaving no charr behind. While their superiors were irked by their frequent disobedience, they still got excellent results no matter the kind of mission, and their peers liked working alongside them because, well, they liked the higher chances of keeping their hide intact.

Three years into service, however, their streak was broken during a huge operation. The Legions had decided to work together against Flame in an attempt to push into their territory and secure a hold on the region, and the primary objectives went well, but then the enemy fiercely struck back and the plans shifted, between large casualties and the loss of dangerous artifact they had recovered. During all that, Dragon had done their usual shenanigans in order to rescue three warbands that had gotten stuck behind enemy lines, and a Centurion got mad enough at the loss of two tanks that he sent them to a minor outpost near the backlines. There they would act as useless backup to one of the many small operations in that area, which in practice meant waiting for a specialized team to infiltrate an enemy base and watch it explode from afar. Needless to say, they ignored the orders to stay put the moment they sensed something wasn't right, and that small insubordination ended up saving the mission, killing off a particularly powerful shaman that was hiding in that area and retrieving one of those dangerous artifacts that had empowered him. While they were ultimately proud of what they had accomplished in their own way, the cost of it harshly sobered them up: most of the warband only suffered mild injuries, but Kouran was maimed and nearly died in the heroic sacrifice that killed the shaman, while Ardea got severely wounded and miscarried the cub she had wanted so much yet didn't even know she was carrying at the time. In a cruel twist of irony, Aurelia discovered she was pregnant at the same time, and Ardea begged her to keep the cub, as she was likely not able to have them anymore.

That blasted mission granted them quite the share of recognition (the team they saved had quite a reputation) and they were awarded a long leave to recover from their injuries. They all struggled to adjust to what happened, their youthful bravado shattered by how close they got to losing more than one of their own. Due to an amputated foot and crippling nerve damage, Kouran soon told them that he'd be retiring from the warband, and it was a blow so hard that they decided to change their name from Dragon to Wing, only strengthening their resolve to keep "winging it" in order to lessen that kind of cost for anyone. Aurelia had Adamas a few months later, and while she found it hard to be "motherly" for a number of reasons (feeling like she had "taken" what her mate had wanted so bad, on top of awkward physical changes and overall thinking herself unfit for the role), Ardea doted on him for both of them. By the time their little diamond was ready to join the fahrar, Kouran's "All-Legions" experimental fahrar project was approved (as one of the failed attempts of a certain ruinous imperator, who at that point wanted to secure the warband's favor for his own schemes). While Wing was already back to active duty, they still visited the fahrar whenever possible to make sure their old bandmate was doing fine, and so that Ardea and Aurelia could make extra sure that Adamas was doing his best (and so that he could get properly pampered by the first).

In the following years, albeit with more wisdom and weathered competence than they used to have, Wing kept at it with their shenanigans, always making superiors too mad to consider promoting them. Help on that front came from the newly befriended Burst warband, whose Legionnaire became Ardea's pupil and climbed to the rank of Centurion in order to more freely enact their creative methods, and Aurelia found the best drinking-and-bar-brawling buddy in Daunte. Wing slowly but surely made a name for themselves across the Legions as an elite warband capable of handling difficult missions with minimal casualties, and while they weren't "famous" in the real sense (most charr knew Ardea at most), troops knew of their exploits well enough that even superiors who disliked them admitted their presence was good for raising morale.

By all means, Aurelia thought her life was as good as it could be.

Then, one day, Kralkatorrik awoke.

[rakkikuroba]

Okay but imagine being Durge’s kid and one of your uncle is a dragon?

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[azaisya]

Picking outfits is hard when you're a werewolf in a monster-hunting empire and also you're fuzzy and your House is known for wearing clothes that cover as little as possible.

(this is from an au of my campaign! the werewolf is not mine, and the entire premise of the au is that she gets raised as a noble in the arcane noble House instead of as a farmer, and the monster-obsessed heir to the House gets to bother her. he also has opinions about fashion.)

[starlit-mansion]

Even tho i have been unable to put pen to tablet and draw them lately, i am still always thinking about my precious ocs

The current thing that is amusing me is the idea after their adventuring days are over and neil is uncursed and they've settled down in port emmerledge, gideon sometimes refers to neil as a """"sorcerer"""" in a snotty tone of voice, which people who aren't in the know think is just the standard wizardly opinion that sorcerers are nepo babies, and it never actually tips neil's hand of being a whole ass dragon who spends 95% of his time as a humanoid

[thejesterconcept]

Cannot stress enough how awkward it is pulling up to the first campaign with the besties, only to discover I'm the ONLY ONE that invested in dragons as to read and scower through everything for them. Thought it was universal

[missdynamighttt]

happy birthday to the love of my life, katsuki bakugo. hope he enjoys his gift for his easter birthday: his favorite little bunny.

it had started with a birthday plan. well—technically a birthday easter plan. the odds of katsuki bakugo’s birthday landing on easter sunday weren’t high, but fate had a sense of humor. and you? you had a sense of drama.

you’d already given him gifts for his birthday. his letter—handwritten, sealed with a kiss, full of sharp sarcasm wrapped around soft, sappy sentiment you’d never admit out loud.

he read it quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, thumb brushing over your kiss mark at the bottom. his brows furrowed in that way they always did when he was feeling too much but didn’t want to show it.

“you’re such a damn brat,” he muttered, voice thick, eyes refusing to meet yours. “but… you write good shit.”

“don’t cry, tough guy.”

he didn’t look up, just folded the letter carefully—too carefully—and tucked it into his nightstand drawer like it was something fragile. precious.

“shut up,” he said, voice rough. “you’re lucky i like your dumb handwriting. even if it looks like a drunk squirrel tried to learn cursive and gave up halfway.”

“aww. that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“don’t push it.”

he reached out, grabbed the front of your shirt, and yanked you into a rough, lingering kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“best fuckin’ letter i’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, low and soft like a secret.

a few small gifts were scattered on the dresser: limited edition all might merch, a new hoodie he’d been eyeing for a while (that he absolutely knew you were going to steal), and that spicy snack mix he always hoarded like a dragon with gold.

he stood there, arms crossed, doing his best to look unimpressed, but the way his ears turned a little red gave him away.

he eyed the merch first, holding the figure up with a raised brow. “…you been stalkin’ my browser history or somethin’?”

you grinned. “nah. just love you enough to pay attention.”

he shot you a look—equal parts flustered and fond. “tch. hoodie’s mine. you’re just gonna steal this in two days.”

“i give it one,” you said sweetly.

he looked at you, eyes soft but unreadable. “still wearin’ it anyway.” then he found the snack mix. “you didn’t eat any, right?”

you gasped, mock offended. “i would never.”

still, he leaned down and kissed your cheek before grabbing the snack mix and tearing it open immediately.

the cake? well, it was slightly lopsided, the frosting uneven, but it was made with love—and caramel with cinnamon. he didn’t say much when he ate it, just grunted, grabbed a fork, and took a second slice without a word.

you hovered awkwardly nearby. “so… good?”

he chewed slowly, gave you a deadpan look. “tastes like love and poor frosting skills.”

“rude.”

he grinned, leaned over, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. “still the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in years.”

“you say that every time.”

“yeah,” he said, mouth full. “and i fuckin’ mean it every time.”

now, though, it was time for the real present.

so when he walked into your shared bedroom after a long morning of birthday messages and half-assed hero paperwork, the last thing he expected was you, perched pretty on the bed.

pink bunny ears twitching with every little movement you made. a tight, pastel one-piece hugging your every curve. sheer stockings accentuating your thighs, and a fluffy little tail pinned to your lower back like a gift-wrapped tease.

katsuki stood by the edge of the bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he took you in.

you sat perched on the bed, legs crossed, every bit the picture of flirty confidence. your gaze was locked on his, unapologetic.

“happy birthday, katsuki,” you purred, lips curling into a sly smile.

his crimson eyes dragged over you slowly, deliberately, his tongue running over his teeth before he finally spoke. “the fuck is this?”

“what’s it look like, hm?” you stretched out, back arching just enough to show off your curves. “figured i’d... hop into something special for you.”

his jaw ticked. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“a little,” you admitted, shifting onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him at the edge of the bed.

his eyes darkened as you closed the distance, your hands sliding up his chest when you reached for him, kneeling in front of him. “thought you’d like a cute little bunny to play with, birthday boy."

katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, grabbing your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies who tease too much?”

you swallowed, trying to keep your confidence, even as the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine. “they get spoiled rotten?”

“wrong. they get fucked.”

a thrill shot through you, heat pooling in your stomach as he crowded closer, his other hand slipping down to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“bet you thought you were bein’ cute, puttin’ this on. bet you thought i’d let you bounce around and tease me all night.”

you let out a breathless giggle. “bunnies do like to bounce…

his fingers trailed down your back, playing with the delicate ribbon lacing up your tail before giving it a sharp tug. you gasped, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.

“that so?” his lips brushed against your ear. “then let’s see how long you last when i really make you bounce.”

he took you in—your ridiculously boner-inducing ensemble, the way your chest rose and fell a little faster, the anticipation in your eyes. then, with slow precision, he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

"come here," he ordered, voice thick with authority.

you swallowed, your body already thrumming with heat as you climbed onto his lap. his hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin through the sheer fabric of your stockings. he let you hover there, deliberately drawing out the moment, making you feel the power shift between you.

"go on," katsuki murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he guided your hips to settle against him. the heat of him pressed against you, even through the layers between you.

your breath hitched as he held you there, letting you feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted you. his grip was firm, unwavering, making it clear that he was in control even as he let you take the lead.

he shifted, leaning back to watch you straddling his lap. his hands slid down, gripping your hips, guiding you to grind against him—slow, deliberate, teasing. the heat between you was undeniable, the layers of fabric doing little to hide just how affected you both were.

you whimpered, trying to tug your bodysuit aside, reaching for the bulge pressing up against your core. but his hands stopped you, fingers curling around your wrist.

“uh-uh,” he hummed. “not yet. little bunnies gotta hump first.”

you whined softly, frustration bubbling to the surface as you squirmed in his lap. “katsuki, please—”

“please, what?” he cut you off, voice sharp, mocking. “please fuck you already?”

you nodded desperately, biting your lip.

he scoffed, his expression darkening as his hand shot up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.

“i said hump,” he growled. “that needy little cunt doesn’t get filled until you earn it.”

you tried to slow, to catch your breath, but his hands were relentless, grinding your hips against the hard line of his cock beneath you.

his fingers dig in as he helped you move. every time you tried to slow down, his hands tightened, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take it.

you barely had time to catch your breath before katsuki pulled you forward, burying his face between your tits.

“fuck, you’re soft,” he groaned, tugging the fabric away before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard.

you gasped, back arching as heat shot straight between your legs. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin before his tongue soothed over it, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast.

you tried to keep moving, to keep bouncing, but between his hands gripping you and his mouth marking you up, your body was giving out, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, hands tangling in his hair, tugging.

he growled against your skin, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips glistening. his smirk was feral, eyes burning with satisfaction.

“hm? thought you liked to bounce?” his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, a warning. “or do i gotta fuck you like the greedy little thing you are?”

you whimpered, hips bucking desperately along with a nod. he laughed, licking a stripe up your chest before capturing your nipple between his teeth again.

“that’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “knew you’d look so fuckin’ good like this.”

you sobbed, rolling your hips, desperate for more, and he grinned like he’d won. you weren’t sure how long he made you keep going, but by the time he finally took the reins, you knew you were fucked.

“aww, poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, pressing a hot kiss to your throat before nipping at your skin. “tired already? guess i better take over before my little bunny gets too worn out, huh?"

before you could respond, he shifted, one arm wrapping tight around your waist as the other yanked your bodysuit to the side, finally giving you what you’d been aching for.

the thick head of his cock pressed against your dripping entrance, teasing, pushing just enough to make your breath catch.

nails digging into his shoulders, your legs trembling as he eased inside—slow and torturous, filling you inch by inch until your walls clenched around him.

katsuki groaned through gritted teeth, holding you still for a second, letting the stretch overwhelm you. then his eyes flicked up to your face, and that familiar, dark grin curved his lips.

“you wanted to be a cute little bunny, huh?” katsuki grunted, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. “bunnies fuck like crazy, y’know that? they go at it all night long.”

you could barely respond, your moans breaking into gasps as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper, harder, forcing you to take him to the hilt every time.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he taunted, voice thick with amusement. his fingers dug in as he guided you, making sure you didn’t slow down. “thought bunnies were supposed to be full of energy.”

you whined, gripping onto his shoulders for support, trying to keep up with the brutal pace he was setting.

each bounce forced his cock deeper, the obscene sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you whimpered, legs shaking as he controlled your pace, refusing to let you fall back into lazy movements.

he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear. “put on the ears, shake your ass, act like a toy—and now you’re surprised i’m treatin’ you like one?”

you sobbed, clutching at him, body trembling from the overwhelming mix of pain, pleasure, and the pure, filthy thrill of being used exactly how you wanted.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasped, slamming up into you harder.

your moans were broken, breathless, every movement sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. your hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as he thrust up to meet you, filling you so deep it made your head spin.

your head fell against his shoulder, body shuddering as pleasure built higher, hotter. his arms wrapped around you, keeping you flush against him as he took control, lifting you just to slam you back down, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

every time your pace faltered, he’d lift his hips, thrusting up into you so deep it stole the breath from your lungs. a whimper slipped from your lips, fingers digging into his chest as you tried to keep up, but he wasn’t making it easy.

“what if i fill you up, huh? make sure this bunny knows her fuckin’ place?”

he suddenly slammed you down onto him, making you cry out, and he groaned low in his throat. your nails raked down his back as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, but he wasn’t letting up—not when you looked so fucked-out and desperate.

“gotta train you better,” he muttered against your skin, his smirk widening when you clenched around him. “bunnies are supposed to breed, aren’t they?”

you let out a broken moan, body shuddering, and he laughed breathlessly, one hand slipping down between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

he was gripping your waist before flipping you in one fluid motion, pressing you down into the sheets. his breath was hot against your ear as he settled behind you, caging you in.

“aww, don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already?” he cooed, tilting his head. “and here i was thinkin’ i’d finally get to see you breed like a proper bunny.”

heat shot through you at his words, making you clench around him, and katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening.

“oh? you like that?” his grin widened. “shit, maybe you are just a dumb little bunny in heat.”

you gasped, nails dragging down his back, and his hips suddenly snapping up to meet yours, driving deeper, harder—sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

katsuki didn’t give you a second to breathe. toes curling against the sheets, your vision blurring as he fucked into you harder. the slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by your gasps and his low, hungry groans.

“that needy little pussy’s fuckin’ leaking,” he growled, dragging his fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit in tight, punishing circles. “soaked through that slutty little costume, too.”

you choked on another moan, face buried in his chest as your body shuddered, everything building—tight, unbearable, right on the edge.

“gonna cum like a dumb bunny while i fuck you full? huh?” he taunted, pulling your head closer by the ears on your head and forcing your back to arch deeper.

“yes, yes, katsuki, please—” you sobbed.

“beg for it. tell me what you fuckin’ want.”

“i want you to—want you to cum inside, need it, need it so bad, katsu—”

“yeah?” his thrusts faltered for only a second, a low, wicked groan slipping from his throat. “wanna be bred, huh? wanna be my filthy little bunny full of cum?”

you cried out, so close it hurt. “yes! please—please, fill me up—”

his grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you one final time, deep, brutal, until you screamed his name. your body convulsed, pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him, falling apart.

“take it. every fuckin’ drop.”

katsuki growled low, and then he was spilling inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with each pulse. he buried his cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled hot, thick spurts into your clenching walls.

you whimpered as you felt it, the heat of him flooding you, dripping out before he’d even pulled out.

katsuki didn’t let go right away. he held you there, impaled and filled, his breath ragged against your shoulder. he stayed pressed against your chest, panting, one hand stroking slowly down your side as the other cradled your hip with surprising gentleness.

“shit,” he muttered against your skin, lips brushing your shoulder as his breath slowed. “fuckin’ hell..”

you snorted, too tired to do more than flop your face into the sheets. “that what you wished for when you blew out the candles?”

he chuckled—an honest-to-god laugh rumbling from his chest as he finally eased out of you, warm stickiness following in the wake.

“didn’t know i could wish for somethin’ i already had.”

“wow. look at you. getting soft in your old age.”

“twenty-six is not old,” he grumbled, but the faint blush on his ears betrayed him.

you hummed teasingly. “sure, grandpa.”

katsuki shot you a warning look, but instead of snapping back, his hand came up to card through your hair, bunny ears askew and all, his fingers surprisingly gentle.

“so... did the costume make the top ten birthday presents list, or…?”

katsuki huffed out something between a laugh and a groan, finally pulling out of you slowly, both of you flinching a little at the oversensitivity.

you felt the mess between your thighs instantly—sticky and warm, dripping down your skin—and you shivered at the loss of him.

his hands never left your body as he shifted you gently onto your back, reaching for the nearby towel he’d tossed on the nightstand earlier—because of course he was prepared, even if he pretended not to be.

“top three,” he muttered, wiping you down carefully. “right after the cake and that dumbass letter that made me feel shit.”

you flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “didn’t think birthday boys had to do cleanup.”

he shot you a look as he gently dabbed between your thighs, taking his time, making sure you were comfortable. “birthday boy’s the one who ruined you, so yeah—he fuckin’ does.”

you smiled, soft and real this time. “you’re getting sappy in your old age.”

he tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling beside you, pulling you into his chest like it was instinct. “yeah, well, turns out its not too bad when i’ve got a stubborn, sexy weirdo wearin’ bunny ears for me.”

you laughed against his collarbone. “you’re lucky i love you.”

katsuki kissed the top of your head, nose brushing against your ear. “nah. i’m lucky you’re mine.”

“and i’m lucky you’re easy to distract with cake and tits. y’know, i was actually gonna jump out of a giant egg and yell ‘surprise!’ but i figured you’d actually murder me.”

“you’re not wrong,” he said, arm tightening around you. “and you look better in that stupid bunny suit anyway.”

“careful, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

“say that again and you’re spendin’ next year’s birthday with a vibrator and a guilt trip.”

“worth it.”

he glared at you before he stripped you, hands moving with familiar precision as he pulled off the bunny ears, the one-piece, and the stockings that had barely survived his earlier onslaught.

without a word, he grabbed one of his old t-shirts and slid it over your head, the fabric swallowing you up, before he joined you under the blankets.

you felt his gaze on you, warm and intense, and you looked up at him, brow arched. “what?”

he stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he took in every detail of you—maybe still a little in awe, maybe still a little surprised at the way you fit against him. his fingers lightly brushed your hair away from your face.

"god, i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”

your heart did somersaults. but you nuzzled in closer to him.

“i love you too, old man.”

“tch. shut up and go to sleep,” he grumbled, brushing a kiss over your cheek.

but as you started to drift, wrapped in his warmth and the lingering high of everything, he murmured, barely audible:

“best fuckin’ birthday ever.”

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ AHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN 💗💗 omgomg i apologize for the blogs i couldnt tag, blog name wouldnt come up for some reason😭😭 I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THO 😝😝 please consider this my 4k special lmao (its only fitting sinces it 4/20 and shi), instead breeding kink with katsuki is 5k special!! would like to thank this request (one of the few first requests i had when i started this account), hope this fulfilled your request somehow!! 💗💗

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