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gay-dorito-dust · 9 days

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I wanna kiss HSR men on the forehead and tell them I’m proud of them. May I request some HCs of their reaction?

Aventurine practically melts the moment your hands held his face with a warm tenderness as your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks, causing him to close his eyes and eagerly lean into your touch.

He could feel every ounce of love you had towards him in such a simple touch that he wondered how that could even be possible.

How easy you made it seem to be able to convey all your thoughts and feelings in something small like a touch of a hand, a brush of shoulders, or even a nudging of a foot; something that shouldn’t convey as much heavy emotions but did whenever you were the one performing those small gestures.

Not to mention that most of those small but impactful gestures were directed towards him made Aventurine wonder whatever could he -out of everyone else- have possibly done to even remotely deserving of any of it.

‘I’m proud of you Kakavasha.’ You said as you lifted a hand to push away his bangs and press a loving kiss to his forehead, making him whimper and press further against your lips, silently begging you for more. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ You add as you pressed another kiss to his forehead.

Such simple words and a peck to his forehead shouldn’t have so much effect over Aventurine but it did as his eyes shot open the moment he felt you pull away, looking at you with his pretty eyes with something you’ve never seen before as he muttered under his breath.

‘What was that?’ You then asked as Aventurine sighs, leaning back against the bed. ‘I said I wanted more…please can I have more.’

‘You can have as many as your heart desires.’ You tell him, pressing a third and a fourth kiss to his forehead as he allows himself to properly relax under your seemingly magical touch, letting kiss away his thoughts until only you remained.

Argenti would smile sweetly as he watched you push his bangs back to reveal his forehead, feeling your warm breath fan across his skin as your lips closed the distance between you as you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

‘I’m so proud of you Aregenti.’ You whispered but the cherry haired knight hear you clear as day.

‘Whatever for my beloved rose.’ He’d replied as he kept you close, wishing for nothing more than to commit this tender moment to his memory ever more.

You shrug. ‘Am I not allowed to say that I’m proud of you in general rather than say it after you’ve done something spectacular? Don’t that seem a little redundant?’ You asked as Argenti chuckled, bringing his face close and nudging his nose gently against your own.

‘It does indeed.’ He agrees before posing a question of his own. ‘But wouldn’t the words loose their meaning after a while if we were to say how proud we are of each other after everything?’

‘No.’ You answered without hesitation as you looked into his pretty eyes that you loved to see first thing in the mornings you’ve shared together thus far. ‘Not if they come from your lips they don’t. I don’t think I could ever grow tired if you were to tell me how proud of me you were.’ You admit and Argenti made a face.

‘Do I not do that enough already?’ He asks genuinely curious as you smile, kissing his cheek.

‘You do but at least let me return the favour now and then. I want to praise my beautiful knight more often than not.’ You murmured against his skin.

Argenti hums as he kisses your forehead. ‘You already do so just by smiling lovingly at me. I don’t need words of praise to fall from your lips when your actions speak far louder but if that’s what you wish, then it shall be granted my beloved rose.’

Sunday

His wings would flutter when you kiss his forehead after a long day of preventing The Family from collapsing in on itself.

‘I’m so proud of you.’ You uttered into his ear, making him gasp as his wings would instinctively twitch at the sound of your voice due to their hyper sensitivity.

Then he would regain composure and smile graciously at you. ‘Thank you my beloved. It is truly a relief knowing that I’m doing right by you to earn your love and your praise, I shall not waste them.’

Sunday lives and breaths on your praises as though they were the only things giving him life. So whenever you do give him praise for anything, Sunday feels more and more validated into continuing whatever he was doing in hopes of earning more in the future.

You had a powerful, powerful man who had an innate need to prove himself to you in order to gain your trust, love and respect and won’t stop until he had it in droves.

All this was within him and locked behind a calm, cool and levelheaded facade.

He may not look like he was heavily affected by your actions and sweet words on the outside but internally his need to keep you happy and proud of him outweighed everything else as the happier you were, the less likely you were to attempt to leave him later on.

Boothill

He impatiently waits for the days where you bless his face with kisses and whatnot.

It’s his ultimate weakness and you knew that face very well whenever you watched as his cheeks went all flushed, making this shark teethed man looked about as harmless as a puppy dog, when in actuality he was anything but harmless.

‘I’m so proud of you.’

You had this man weak in the knees from that alone, but the fact that you went out of your way to press a kiss to his forehead oh so sweetly had him practically kneeling before you in worship.

‘Whatever for darling?’ He’d ask.

‘Just for being genuine yourself.’ You would response, kissing his forehead a second time and pulling back to watch as he smiled dopily.

‘If me just being myself is enough to earn me some forehead kisses and sweet praises from someone as sweet as you, then count me in sweetheart.’ He would then say as he practically melted he felt your hands as they held his face still as you kissed his forehead for a third time.

Boothill thrived off of your affection.

It was his personal drug that he could never get enough of.

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crystalflygeo · 3 months

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How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

“I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item.

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

#crys writes #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #fem!reader #I am so happy this is done eeeeeeeee <3 #alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love #dcfgscvgabcjah I love him sm

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cool-as-steel · 2 years

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this is the blog where I get to be smug about understanding french

#ramblings #here at cool as steel dot tumblr dot com we like pictures of the moon with clouds and we know french #it's fucking great actually. truly spectacular. I feel incredibly powerful #people talk french at me and I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SAYING #as the poets say: it slaps! it is a grand thing indeed!#and I'll have you know that I only use my french-knowing powers for evil purposes though. so.

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hemmingsleclerc · 4 months

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Disneyland ┃CL16

summary: where the leclerc family spends a day at disneyland

It was a warm day in Los Angeles and Charles was packing the last of his little daughter's things into her mini-backpack. He had decided to take a break from the busy world of racing to spend quality time with his girlfriend and his energetic 4-year-old daughter, Emma. He had decided to take his girls to Disneyland.

When they entered the huge park, Emma's eyes opened with excitement as she saw the Disney characters, the various games and the other children dressed as their favorite characters. Charles and Y/N exchanged smiles, knowing that this day would be filled with laughter and unforgettable memories.

The first stop was Fantasyland, where they entered classic attractions such as "It's a Small World" and the Mad Hatter's teacups where even though Emma was barely 4 years old, she loved speed and laughingly shouted at her parents to turn the wheel cup faster.

Right there, Emma insisted on dressing up, excusing herself that it was to feel the magic in a better way, so they entered the store where they sold the different costumes and let Emma freely choose what their clothes would be for the rest of the day.

Now, Charles dressed as Prince Charming, Y/N in the beautiful Cinderella dress and Emma dressed as a little Wendy, strolled through Adventureland, where they met pirates and sailed through the mysterious waters of the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction. Charles hugged Emma, while Y/N captured the funny image of them dressed as Disney characters with the pirates.

Emma, now a little ahead of them, was trying to run in the direction of the car ride, eager to ride the cars from one of her favorite movies.

''!Emma Jules don't run so fast!'' Charles shouted trying to reach his little daughter.

As the day progressed, the Leclerc family ran into beloved Disney characters, posed for photos, and enjoyed treats like Mickey-shaped ice cream, among other things. Emma insisted on meeting Peter Pan and Wendy, the characters of her current favorite movie, and Charles and Y/N happily agreed, following her daughter's enthusiasm.

The highlight of their day was a surprise meeting with Mickey Mouse and Minnie themselves. Emma's eyes widened in pure amazement as she hugged the iconic characters. Charles and Y/N exchanged a proud look, grateful for this opportunity to make precious memories for their daughter.

As the sun began to set, the family rushed to see the spectacular fireworks show in the front row. Emma sat on Charles' shoulders, pointing to the sky in wonder as explosions of color lit up the night.

Leaving the park, tired but happy, Charles and Y/N , with their daughter in their arms, headed to their car. The little girl had fallen exhausted after that day.

While Y/N placed Emma in her seat, Charles tried to unbutton the collar of that costume they were still wearing.

''What are you doing Charlie?''

''I've been choking on this costume all day but I didn't want to take it off for Emma. These things are not designed for people with f1 driver necks''

''Let me help you'' his girlfriend laugh

With a little effort they managed to noticeably loosen the collar of the suit and then climbed into their respective seats to reach the comfort of their hotel to rest.

''¿Do you think she had fun?'' charles said in a low voice trying not to wake up his daughter in the back seat.

''I'm sure she had the best time, baby, plus, I got to see you in that cute costume all day. You looked very handsome''

''What can I say? Although you are not far behind, you look beautiful in that dress, did you know that Cinderella is one of my favorite movies?'' he said smiling

''Oh shut up'' Y/N covered her mouth trying to silence her laughter.

They indeed had the best time.

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jpnriikicore · 24 days

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── tan lines and light eyes

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 467, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

he leaned against the doorway of the balcony gazing at the spectacular view with the orange in the sunrise standing in only his boxers with his blond hair disheveled. ocean crashing against the shoreline. seagulls flying in the morning sky.

clothes lying on the floor from the bed to the front door. your faded rogue lipstick on the collar of his white button-up shirt that was discarded on the hardwood floor he wore last night. a diamond ring hidden in a small velvet box in his pant pocket that he wore last night and that he’s carried around since their fifth date waiting for the right moment.

you snap a photograph of him in that moment with an old fuji camera you brought along with you. you bend your knee upwards and lean your head forward to rest your chin against your knee as you admire the view of him in front of you. finally, at the realization that you indeed awake from your deep slumber. he didn’t want to wake you earlier this morning with how cute and peaceful you looked with your cheek squished up against the pillowcase and hair sprawled out. he walks over towards you tilting your head up to press a chaste kiss on your lips. he’s head dips down to press gentle kisses on the side of your neck. love marks already scattered across your neck that are going to be almost impossible to cover up. a freshly done tattoo of his number '17' on your shoulder blade.

your arm extended out for a piece of bacon on the food tray that was sent up earlier this morning. his hand follows your arm as he clasps your forearm and presses a gentle kiss on your wrist. he eyes flickering up to gaze at you as you feel him smile against your skin.

“morning, kallis." ( dear )

his accent was sleepy and thicker, as it always was in the morning, his watercolor eyes looked down at you as he lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed settling himself next to you.

“morning.”

you’re both still young and full of ambition to get to your dream. you’ve worked too damn hard to give it up now. a future red bull and mercedes driver. a secret little rendezvous that is hidden in the shadows. nobody else knows about your relationship besides your teammates.

after, finishing your piece of bacon. a giggle escaped from you as he pulled you down on top of him laying on the plush mattress. your cuddled up by his side sharing a chaste kiss. his dominant hand gently grazing her spine underneath one of his shirts. his nondominant hand tangled in your unruly hair. your head resting on his chest intently focusing on the patter of his heartbeat.

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mysteryshoptls · 5 days

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SSR Vil Schoenheit - Luxe Couture Vignette

"My orders are absolute"

[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]

Announcer: The curtain rises on this year's Fairest City's International Film Festival. And today... Please take a gander around me!

Announcer: Queen's Palace is completely flooded with the press and movie fans. Enthusiasm is in full force!

Announcer: With so many filmmakers and actors present, this is the event of the season. Let's chat with a few of them.

Announcer: Hello! Which production are you most excited to see during this film fest?

Movie Fan A: WELL, OF COURSE, THE LIVE-ACTION BEAUTIFUL QUEEN MOVIE!!

Movie Fan A: Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved the animated movie on the Fairest Queen and her spirit of tenacity.

Movie Fan A: I'm really looking forward to the live-action remake! Can't wait to see what other info they drop during the film fest.

Announcer: The anticipation is immense! Alright, next… Hey, you over there! And why have you come to Queen's Palace?

Movie Fan B: There's someone I really really need to see…! You know how there's going to be a screening for the Beautiful Queen?

Movie Fan B: I was hoping maybe, just maybe, my most beautiful bias would make a surprise appearance, so I came here!

Announcer: Oho, I see. And who is it you're such a fan of?

Movie Fans: LOOK, IT'S VIL SHOENHEIT!!

Movie Fan B: Yeah, my fave is Vil… HUH!?

Announcer: Everyone, please take a look! Vil Schoenheit has arrived here at Queen's Palace!!

Movie Fans: KYAAAAAAA, VIL-SAMAAAAA!!

Ace: Woah, this is crazy! There's so much screaming for Vil-senpai that I can feel it vibrating my whole body!!

Jamil: Don't lose focus. Our job here is to protect Vil-senpai from his enthused fans and the media.

Azul: Indeed. As recompense for these Luxe couture garments, we must put forth our labor as compensation.

Vil: That's right. [Yuu], Ace, Grim. I expect the three of you to properly carry out your roles as well.

[Yuu nods]

Ace: I mean, I've got on this Luxe couture fit on, so. I gotta make sure I keep lookin' cool, don't I?

Vil: Absolutely. I need you to look your best so you can be of the utmost use for me.

[click! snap!!]

Cameraman: It's Vil Schoenheit!! I gotta snap as many pictures as I can from all angles!

Vil: Hello, everyone, are you all enjoying this very special day?

Movie Fan B: KYAAAAAAA! VIL-SAMAAAA!! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET YOUUUUU!!!!!

[Vil waves hand with a sparkle]

Movie Fan B: Ooahh, he waved at me! Now I can… die without regrets…

[faints with a thud]

Movie Fan C: PLEASE SPARE ME A GLANCE TOO, VIL-SAMA!

[Vil looks over with a sparkle]

Movie Fan C: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFEEEE!

[faints with a thud]

Azul: Amazing… Fans are dropping like flies just from meeting Vil-san's eyes…

Jamil: Even when we find erratic people in the crowd, they're instantly affected by Vil-senpai's beauty.

Ace: And this guy's just as stoic as ever even seeing the crowd act like this… Vil Schoenheit is way too incredible!

1. He's so enchanting… 2. I can't stop taking pictures…!

Vil: Don't be content just yet. We're just getting started.

Vil: We'll make sure that no one ever forgets my momentous walk down the tapis rouge.

Vil: Jamil, bring that to me.

Jamil: Of course, I have it right here.

Announcer: Vil Schoenheit has stopped on the tapis rouge and has been handed a box.

Announcer: What could possibly be in the box? …It's an apple! Vil Schoenheit is now holding an apple!

[green smoke starts to surround Vil]

Announcer: Oh? And now he's surrounded by smoke… I can't see Vil Schoenheit at all.

Announcer: What is happening…? Huh!?

Vil: NOW, EVERYONE KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, THE FAIREST ONE OF ALL!

Fans: WOOOOOOOOOOAH! / KYAAAAA!!!!

Announcer: B-B-B-Beautiful!!! He's so beautiful… More beautiful than I could possibly imagine!!!

Grim: That guy with the mic can't say nothin' other than beautiful anymore.

Ace: Haha, he's even stolen the announcer's vocab away. I'd expect nothing less from Vil-senpai.

Cameraman: Look at his spectacular attire, and his flawless posing…! This is out best chance to snag all the photos!!

[click! snap, snap!!]

Vil: Heh. Just as I expected, the reception is fantastic.

Azul: Indeed. Your design was a grand success. This was a fantastically gorgeous idea fit for this stage.

Vil: It's much too early to be complacent. All of you, make sure you follow me closely.

Jamil/Azul/Grim/Ace: Yes, sir! / Got it!

[Yuu nods]

[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]

[Vil talking to others]

Ace: Hey, hey, [Yuu]! That person Vil-senpai is talking to right now…

1. They're definitely that one recently popular singer. 2. I feel like I've seen them on TV…

Ace: Right? Celebrities are chatting him up left and right… You can really feel just how much of a super celeb Vil-senpai really is.

Ace: Maybe we can slip into the convo at the right time! Think we could get an autograph!?

Grim: Oh hey, they're passin' out drinks over there! I'm gonna go get… Myah!?

[Vil grabs Grim]

Grim: Hey, don't grab me by the scruff!

Vil: Silence! Just because we made it safely inside the Queen's Palace does not mean you can do as you please.

Vil: You are to stay calm and refined, and carry yourself beautifully during the film festival as well. Or do you intend on humiliating me?

Azul: Quite right. The energy of these first years can be quite troublesome.

Vil: If you think so, I would rather you watch those little spudlings instead of passing out your business cards.

Vil: Especially while you tell them you're my schoolmate… Really, I give you an inch and you take a mile.

Jamil: I've confirmed our seating arrangements for the screening. The theater is just past here.

Vil: Wonderful. We should make our way there before the aisles get too crowded.

Grim: Movie's finally over. That was super long… Hey, why's everyone standin' up all a sudden?

[APPLAUSE]

Azul: Well, well… What a magnificent standing ovation.

Vil: The Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity was fully explored throughout the whole Beautiful Queen movie.

Vil: She was never complacent with the status quo, and spent her entire life attempting to improve herself further…

Vil: It's only natural to be deeply moved by how she pursued her life goals, especially as a performer, myself.

Jamil: I agree. It was a fantastic film. We should join the rest of the audience in applause.

[APPLAUSE]

Vil: Ah… The entire venue has nothing but praise for this film. A spectacular sight to behold. I'm sure Dad is just as elated right now.

Ace: The live-action Beautiful Queen movie rocked. Based on that showing, it'll definitely be a huge hit!

Azul: Well, the film fest has concluded… Vil-san, what are our plans afterward?

Vil: Our plans? Well, that would be…

Vil: We head home.

Ace/Grim/Azul: HUH!?

1. That sucks… 2. No way…

Jamil: It'll get dark soon. If we want to make tomorrow's classes, we should probably head back to campus soon.

Vil: That's right. The main role of a student is to learn. That's why even I have put my career on hold.

Vil: When I received my admissions letter from Night Raven College, I have to admit I did hesitate.

Vil: Was there even any reason to place my acting career on hold just to attend a school…? Or so I thought.

Vil: However, I'm sure that the knowledge, studying and experience that comes from school life will undoubtedly be a boon.

Vil: Once I decided that, I chose to reduce my work commitments and instead devote myself to my studies.

Vil: By spending my days simply being Vil Schoenheit and a member of the Pomefiore Dormitory...

Vil: My understanding of the Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity deepened, which in turn led to this successful promotion.

Vil: My daily life as a student has absolutely been a boon for my career, just as I expected it would be back before I enrolled… No, I suppose it would be correct to say even more than I had expected.

Vil: This little venture has proved to me that my decision had been the correct one.

Vil: And thus, I am also determined to spend the rest of the time I have left as a student to my fullest, with no regrets.

Ace: Vil-senpai…

Ace: Okay, you can say all that, but you do realize that this is probably the only time the rest of us get the chance to go to a film festival, right!?

Azul: Ace-san is completely correct. It would be an absolute pity to squander this opportunity to network with all these celebrities!

Vil: Oh, is that so. Then do as you please. That is, if you are willing to violate your contract.

Ace: Violate what contract? We played your lackeys already.

Azul: Actually… The conditions set by Vil-san were to "walk the red carpet"…

Azul: If he intends on walking the same path we took to get here, we must escort him during his return, as well…!

Vil: Correct. I see you fully understand the terms of your agreement.

Ace: Ehhhh～!? I thought we were only here for the grand entrance…

Vil: So I'll ask you one more time. I will be returning to campus, what will you do?

Ace/Azul: Return alongside you…

Jamil: Considering the role we were undertaking today, it's only natural.

Vil: Excellent. Then we should make haste to leave the venue.

[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]

[snap! snap snap snap!!]

Grim: Myah, the flashes are way too bright!!

Azul: I had anticipated the crowd would be more settled than when we had entered the venue...

Ace: Doesn't feel like they've petered out at all… And we even tried slipping out mid-fest.

Announcer: Vil Schoenheit-san! Please elaborate on your promotion work for this event!

Newspaper Reporter: WE WOULD BE HONORED TO HEAR YOUR COMMENTS ON THE LIVE-ACTION BEAUTIFUL QUEEN MOVIE!

Cameraman: Vil-SAN!! LOOK THIS WAY!!

Jamil: The press are coming at us in full force…! Ace, Azul, hold them back!!

Ace/Azul: RIGHT!!

Vil: Now, now, how frantic everyone is. There's no need to worry, I won't run from you.

Vil: I will gladly answer your questions, at least until I finish walking the tapis rouge.

Newspaper Reporter: Whew, that draped train flutters so beautifully… …Ack! I shouldn't be standing around enraptured.

Newspaper Reporter: Ahem. Then, I'll start. How did it come to be that you would do this promotion?

Vil: Eric Venue personally requested me. Must mean no one was better suited for the promotion than I.

Magazine Reporter: Your whole outfit coordination today is so stunning! Can you tell us some highlights about this look?

Vil: I call this "Black of Night" ―

Vil: It came about by utilizing the iconic Luxe brand color that originates in the Fairest Queen legends.

Vil: Instead of accessorizing with magnificent jewelry, I simply used myself as the adornment…

Vil: Which allowed my beauty to be accentuated even further.

Announcer: SPECTACULAR! YOU ARE TRULY BEAUTIFUL!!

Announcer: Speaking of which… Your companions here all look fabulous as well. Are you all models as well?

Ace: Ooh, is that how we look? I mean, we all look pretty rad, can't fault you for thinking so～

Azul: I'm grateful that you thought to cast your eyes on me as well. Thank you so much for you kind words.

Jamil: Guess it's not too terrible to be thought of as one of Vil-senpai's colleagues.

Grim: Myahaha! This guy knows what they're talkin' about!

1. Wow, I can't believe we were mistaken for models!

Vil: Calm down… Don't get all riled up. Obviously, it's because of the Luxe attire you're wearing.

2. I feel like I've never been noticed like this before…

Vil: Heh, you seem pretty composed. At least you can tell it's obviously because of the Luxe attire you're wearing.

Vil: Although, I suppose if you are basking in my glow, it wouldn't be surprising for others to notice you lot as well.

Vil: These fellows aren't models, but are merely my dutiful manservants. And they obey every order I give them.

Vil: Isn't that right?

Grim/Ace/Jamil/Azul: Yes, sir... Vil Schoenheit-sama.

Vil: …It seems the tapis rouge has come to an end. I'm sorry, but this is the end of the interview.

Vil: I do hope you all have a wonderful evening.

Announcer: Vil-san, please wait a moment!!

Newspaper Reporter: I still have another question for you…!

Vil: Here we go, boys. Get to work and secure a path!

Grim/Ace/Jamil/Azul: YESSIR!!

[Fairest City – Crystal Galleria]

Ace: Wheeew, we finally escaped. The press was pretty intense, but that was an ambush of fans!

Azul: Gasp, whew… Truly an ordeal…

Azul: With how Vil-san made such a grand appearance in front of the media like this despite recently taking a break from his acting work...

Azul: I can fully understand why anyone would want to take as many photos as possible in that scenario…

Vil: It's been sometime since I've had such an ardent reception. It's not something that I get to deal with while on Sage's Island.

Jamil: Good thing we were able to give them all the slip. It was a great plan to confirm possible back roads to escape to last night.

Ace: Is that what you were all doing!? I just thought you guys all snuck out of the hotel to have a bit of fun…

Vil: I don't think Azul or Jamil would let a single thing slip by them. You both have earned my praise just this once.

Vil: There were a few close calls, but… I would say you all just barely succeeded in the job I entrusted you with.

Azul: Your kind words fill me with joy. And once again… Thank you for allowing us to accompany you.

Vil: Of course. This was a fairly wonderful two days, was it not? Not only we were able to relax here in the Fairest City…

Vil: But we were also able to watch an early showing of the live-action Beautiful Queen.

Azul: Yes, indeed. The movie was utterly beautiful from start to finish… I could even feel the dedication in the tableware and cutlery chosen for the film.

Jamil: I understand the tenacious spirit of the Fairest Queen even better now. I feel like I need to put forth even more effort in my own life now.

Vil: Excellent thoughts.

Vil: Next. How about we hear the thoughts from the youngest spudlings here, who seem to be trying to avoid eye contact, hm?

Ace: It was super real-looking, and super fab, and the Fairest Queen was suuuper pretty… Basically, it was just super awesome all around!

1. I agree! 2. It was impressive!

Vil: Sigh, how appalling. How could you watch that masterpiece and only have such boring impressions?

Vil: It seems you still don't have a full understanding on the spirit of tenacity.

Vil: Once the movie is available to the public, you are to go watch it in theaters. Understand? My orders are absolute.

Vil: …And if the mood strikes, perhaps I'll join you.

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'Primordial.' (5.2k) dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader

warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.

author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.

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Sparking embers.

Black ash dashed across the ground.

The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.

Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.

The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.

Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.

His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.

Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.

The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.

A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.

Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.

There was something in the air.

Then it snapped.

With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.

Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.

This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.

Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.

Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.

The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.

The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.

Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.

And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.

"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."

Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."

And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.

Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.

He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.

His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.

"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."

He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.

Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.

Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.

That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.

The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.

"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."

Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.

"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."

You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.

"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.

Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.

You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.

But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.

He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.

Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.

Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.

It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.

He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.

Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.

"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.

But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.

You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.

However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.

"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.

Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.

A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.

Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.

"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.

Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.

"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.

His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.

Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.

His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.

Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.

The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.

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Catalan internship

Michael was overjoyed. He would never have dreamed that he would be accepted as an intern at the renowned architecture firm in Barcelona. Normally, world-class offices only accepted seniors as interns. And Michael was a sophomore. And he barely spoke a word of Spanish. To be honest, he had lied a bit on his CV. But the internship didn't start for another three months. Until then, he would learn Spanish and learn so much that it wouldn't even be noticeable that he had only just started his studies.

When he was on the plane to Barcelona three months later, Michael didn't speak a word of Spanish and had gained a lot of experience in frat house parties over the past few weeks. The internship was going to be a debacle… And indeed, he didn't understand a word on his first day. And even if he had spoken the language, he would have had no idea what they wanted him to do. Michael cursed the decision to apply for this position. He was only happy when he was finally in the office. He googled "Spanish now". A list of language schools and language apps came up… Boring stuff… That didn't help him now either… And then, already on page 2, came "Become Spanish in just a few moments". Chronivac… Never heard of it… "In-app purchases possible." Never mind, Michael had his dad's credit card….

"Spanish architecture student in his final year". That was all the effort Michael put into his prompt. That was enough work for today. Michael spent the rest of the day looking for trendy bars for tonight.

Miguel wasn't overly punctual when he came into the office the next day. Why the hell didn't he understand anyone here? The language sounded like a gibberish of Spanish, French and a few more languages. Fortunately, everyone here actually understood Spanish. And for a reason Miguel couldn't quite explain to himself, Miguel spoke fluent English. This made it easier to flirt with the other interns from Germany, Poland and the USA. Unfortunately, Miguel quickly realized that everyone else here was far superior to him professionally. Despite his advanced studies, Miguel was a complete layman compared to his colleagues when it came to creativity, structural engineering and building technology.

"A young Spanish architect". And "Enter".

Miguel hated his small apartment in the suburb of Barcelona. He designed the most beautiful houses, the most spectacular skyscrapers. And he lived in this shoebox. Okay, to be fair, Miguel didn't actually design anything. Miguel drew staircases. Staircases for the most beautiful houses, the most spectacular skyscrapers. Buildings that someone else in the office had designed. One of the big bosses who were in the limelight, who were celebrated in the press. The stars of the Catalan architecture scene. Miguel could puke. In itself, he could have been satisfied. He wasn't earning too badly. He was a good-looking man. But he spent ten to twelve hours a day in the office. He had never seen one of his construction sites. He left his home at 06:00, he came home at 19:00 or not until 20:00. Sport? Going out? Meeting friends? He was already happy if he managed to finish a ready meal in the microwave. Didn't he have this app? He felt like he had last used it years ago. "One of the big boys in the office," he wrote. Tomorrow he wanted to be one of the bosses.

As a Spaniard, Miguel was used to having to earn respect. The cursed Catalans always thought they were better than everyone else. That was one of the reasons why Miguel almost lived in the gym. Sleep, gym, office, gym, sleep, gym… Getting his muscles to burn was more important to him than being successful here in the office. And with the muscles, success somehow came automatically. In meetings, he was always looked at when a question was open. Miguel knew that he wasn't actually the most talented architect in the office. But thanks to his impressive physique, he had managed to carve out a reasonably decent career. He earned good money, he had a summer house in Mallorca, he fucked the interns. And he was sometimes allowed to suck off one of the gods, the bosses of the office. No more. No less. His career had come to a natural end. He was just 42 years old. Damn it, it had to go on somehow. But as a Spaniard in Catalonia? Not a chance! He searched for this app… What was it called again? Chronivac. What should he enter as a prompt…? "My own master. And Catalan"

Miquel got up at 05:00 and immediately started lifting weights in his carpentry workshop. As a self-employed man, he didn't have a minute to lose. His apprentice and his two fellow carpenters arrived between 06:00 and 06:30. Most of his neighbors could set the clock so that the circular saw would start howling at 06:30. This did not necessarily make Miquel and his workshop popular. But his father and grandfather had already built cupboards and tables here for the neighborhood. The family had made a small fortune. And Miquel was a celebrity in his neighborhood. They called him "the Catalonian Arnold". And indeed, he was not much less imposing than his great role model. When customers came to his workshop, he always went out of his way to flex his muscles. Many of his customers attached great importance to him personally installing the furniture. And it was not uncommon for customers to have the air conditioning turned off. No matter. As a rule, he worked bare-chested whenever possible anyway.

Miquel was a good craftsman and not a bad self-promoter. But as a businessman, he was a failure. His accounts were constantly empty, the demands of social security and the tax authorities constantly hovered over him like a sword of Damocles. How he would love to simply chisel iron and work with wood. His two passions. In fact, he felt like an accountant. He wrote "Be free" in this strange app.

It had been a few years since Miquel had sold his workshop and the house in Barcelona. He had never been back since. But he had heard that Japanese-Chilean tapas were served where he had once assembled cabinets. Although he had received an indecent amount of money for the property by his own admission, he would be able to eat there for maybe a year and then he would be broke. But the last thing he dreamed of was eating Japanese-Chilean tapas in Barcelona.

He no longer worked for money in the village where he had bought an abandoned carpenter's workshop. He worked when he felt like it. Or when someone asked him to. Of course, after just a few hours, his muscular body made him a household name. But first and foremost, the few remaining inhabitants were happy that there was a carpenter in the village again. And what a carpenter. Good with the plane. And good with the tail. Miquel had nailed everything there was to nail in the village. His cock was in a jockstrap encrusted with cum and precum. He stank of sweat and musk. If it bothered anyone, Miquel would press their face into his armpit. Either he was rid of the annoying troublemaker afterwards. Or he had a new victim to fuck. Everything was actually perfect… But something was missing.

Miquel hadn't had a cell phone for years. Anyone who wanted to reach him could reach him. He wasn't a hermit. He had internet in the former sheepfold that he converted into his last home. His supposed last home. Who would know that?

He still remembered the moment when he switched off his last phone for the last time. He had used Chronivac for the last time shortly before that. "A contented man in his prime". Damn, that was him.

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