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fiendishfables · 3 months

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Hello! Can I plz request Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x reader where he meets the reader and is attracted to her but after he sees her transform into a beautiful Light Fury dragon (How To Train Your Dragon) he's like: they have to be mine.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Female! Lightfury Shifter! Reader

summary: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ…

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff, Lucifer + reader are secretly in love and are complete dorks about it

words: 6k+

a/n: I saw this request and immediately got to work; I love HTTYD, so I hope you enjoy its inclusion in this fanfic. I was thinking about adding 1-2 more parts to this; just let me know in the replies if you guys even want a second part to this; wanna give y'all what you want. Thanks again, anon, for requesting this! ^_____^

A Dragon's Vow

(Part 1?)

Lucifer had been standing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, speaking with his daughter, Charlie, when he first met you. He had come by the morning after extermination to check on her, as well as the other residents of her hotel (for whom he didn't particularly care for, in all honesty; especially not that Alastor fellow).

They had been speaking about renovations to the hotel after the events that took place prior and during the extermination. The hotel had suffered many damages to both its interior and exterior; damages that normally would take one a while to fix if they weren't in Hell. He promised Charlie his help with fixing whatever needed fixing.

And that's when he first saw you.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, residents and all. His eyes had begun scanning around all the potential bodies that would be helping with the reconstruction of his daughter's life-long dream of a project, when he had spotted a head of pure white hair in the group's mass. He squinted his eyes, as he couldn't remember seeing such a color that stood out as much as it did, but when he saw your face it was all over for him.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your hair had to have been a result of your transformation into the afterlife. He had never known any being to have such a pure color for hair while still being alive. At least, not naturally.

Your body, from what he could see, appeared to be dusted with white glitter markings, highlighting your already beautiful skin. The light coming through the broken windows of the hotel seemed to gravitate towards your figure, as if sensing the need to accentuate how unique your presence actually was.

In Lucifer's mind, it was almost like looking straight at an angel.

Only was he shaken from his thoughts when he finally noticed the pair of snapping fingers that had been in-front of his face for who knows how long. They belonged to his daughter.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed, continuing the snap of her fingers in-front of his eyes until he finally gathered his bearings with a blink, turning to look at her.

"Huh- oh, did you need something dear?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly, like a toad who'd been sitting on a log all day without interaction. Charlie gave a sigh and put her hands together as she then tried again to reach her father with words.

"I said," She began, a smile creeping its way up onto her face, "Dad, I would like you to meet our newest resident to the Hotel! Her name is Y/N! And, Y/N, this is my dad, Lucifer!"

Then, "I just wanted to introduce you both since we will all be spending lots of time together, trying to rebuild the hotel! I want everyone to get along!"

It was just then that he had realized that you were now also standing in-front of him, alongside his daughter. Your beautifully colored eyes were pinning him under their gaze. Your sparkling skin looked even more enticing up close. It really made him wonder what sort of hybrid you must've been to be able to adorn such a naturally beautiful look. Your eyes had looked at Charlie with such a softness, before turning their now piercing daggers onto him.

Wait...did his daughter say...Y/N?

That had to be a coincidence, he was sure. Such a familiar name, it was just making him think of those he used to know.

Yet, the leap of his heart in his ribcage didn't fail to go unnoticed.

He wasn't given much time to delve deeper into his confused thoughts, because he was already being pushed slightly closer towards you, as a means to encourage him to introduce himself instead of just standing there like an oaf, he assumed was Charlie's idea behind it all.

A goofy grin overtook his face as he took a step forward on his own accord, without any help from his daughter. He was going to nail this 'introduction'. Or so he thought.

As he began the simple motion of extending his arm for a polite handshake, he was surprised to see that, once he re-opened his eyes after a blink, you were no longer standing in-front of him.

Rather, in your place now stood a white, glittery colored dragon, lips pulled back in a snarl, baring your teeth, snout wrinkling with the motion.

Lucifer hardly had any time to react, let alone back up, before you let out an earth-rumbling roar; the sound caused him to instinctively reach a hand up to steady his top hat atop his head, to make sure it wasn't blown off by the force of your bellowing sound. He shut his eyes against the harsh gust of wind that suddenly swept past his face following the noise; the complaints and confused murmurs of the other hotel residents were barely audible as he was the one experiencing this head-on. More to the face than head, but same thing for him.

Once the whirlwind of noise had stopped, he opened his eyes just in time to see you turn tail and flee, going up the main stairs and off to one side of the staircase, disappearing deeper into the hotel. No one went after you. He supposed from that reaction he got just from trying to shake your hand, that was what you most preferred.

In that moment, he realized that Charlie was once again trying to tell him something, but his eyes were still trained on the last spot you'd been.

"Heh...sorry, Dad." Charlie said, rubbing the back of her neck with her big, awkward smile that he knew so well; she got it from him. "I-I forgot to mention that she's still a bit skittish. She was pretty banged up when we first found her during extermination. I've noticed that she doesn't seem to want to be touched or even remotely looked at for too long, for that matter. I shouldn't have pushed her or you, I'm so sor-"

"Charlie, it's fine." Lucifer assured, finally turning his body towards his daughter as they talked, leaning on his cane nonchalantly. "New sinners always need time to warm up to things down here! I can...always say 'hi' later." He assured, giving her a big grin of his own.

His eyes found themselves instinctually looking back over at the stairs and railing, then down the dark hallway where you had disappeared deeper into the hotel. A soft glimmer lit his eyes.

So it was true. He had thought you looked a little familiar...maybe a bit too familiar when he first laid eyes on you. The white hair might have been what threw him off to start, but there was no mistaking it now. The Lightfury form was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew you personally.

It was you.

Y/N. His acquaintance; the person who had tried to help him rebel against God, prior to his falling. Always he had wondered what had happened to you, being his helper in his schemes, after he fell. What had God done to you? Were you punished as well? He had never known and still didn't, for that matter.

At the time he had hoped, even though it was selfish to wish and he knew it, that you too, would be cast from the clouds and bound to join him in the afterlife down in the various cities of Hell.

What he had gathered from your sudden appearance here, at his daughter's Hotel, told him that you were most likely still living in Heaven, and probably against your will. Whether you were still an angel or not, he didn't know.

All he knew was that you weren't where you were supposed to be.

But he was determined to find out why you were here, and how on Earth you were still managing to be as beautiful as the last day he laid eyes on you.

Whilst everyone else was out helping with fixing hotel damages, Lucifer had snuck back into the hotel; he was searching for you, to put it plainly. You had caught his interest earlier, and he just wanted to apologize to you for being so forward and making you uncomfortable enough to scurry away like you had. He was also terrified that he had already made a horrible impression on such a beautiful woman, which whom used to work right alongside him back when they both spent their days in Heaven. He had lost you once; he couldn't afford for that to happen again, especially not when he could help it.

He practically skipped up the stairs two at a time to the second floor of the hotel, as that was where he had watched you disappear an hour or so ago. He assumed that meant your room was somewhere nearby.

It surely didn't take him too long to find your room. The side of the door exposed to the hallway had some unique-looking, luminescent vines hanging down from the top of it; some tiny glowing crystal shards were embedded into the wood of the doorframe.

Lucifer stood outside that door for a good five minutes. He swallowed many times, as if trying to physically push the nerves back into his body.

What was he supposed to say? What should he do? How should he act? Would you even let him near you? Did you remember him at all? Did you...hate him?

He remembered receiving some pretty angry sounding letters from you when he fell from Heaven. Claiming to him about how the angels, as your side of the punishment, had started using you for tests to try and better understand your hybrid anatomy; forcing you into executing angels who refused to follow the rules with your plasma blasts. He had then sent a letter back, asking why they didn't cast you out like they did him. You told him it was because the angels deemed you 'too valuable' to just be thrown down into 'that wasteland', as they put it.

Lucifer shook his head. He was still stalling. You were just on the other side of this door, someone who he used to call his partner in crime; his friend. He sighed, straightened his outfit whilst taking a deep breath, then knocked a total of three times.

He waited patiently, tapping his foot outside the door silently, mentally willing for you to open the door and possibly (hopefully) greet him with open arms.

But like all the other things pertaining to your complicated relationship status, he knew that was amongst the many things that was very unlikely.

He raised his fist to knock again but there was no need. The door opened a crack. He stiffened in surprise, moving his head to peer into the small crack the sudden opening provided. A soft glow could be seen within the room but besides that, the interior was shrouded in darkness. Although you yourself had not physically come to the door to let him in, he took this as an invitation rather than a deterrent. Stepping inside, wincing at the small creak of the door on its hinges, he shut it behind him without so much as a sound.

Lucifer looked around, taking in the interior design of your room. The half shrouded in blacks and greys looked like any of the other hotel rooms. It held a fancy, well-kept king sized bed; a nicely crafted wooden desk with a chair, a small carpet under it additionally to avoid scratching the floors; a large dresser; a decent sized standing mirror beside the bed; a small nightstand on either side of said bed.

The other half of your room was a totally different story completely.

And he had to admit, it was pretty amazing.

The second half was an expanse of forest-like figures. It held high rocks that seemed to stretch to the endless ceiling of the room, while the original half of your room had a short-stopped ceiling just high enough for five-star comfort. Said rocks held many various colored crystals on them, each which glowed a slightly different color than its neighbor, each bearing that welcoming yet cautioning signal to any beholder.

The wooden floor gave way to a grassy texture; the grass was glowing lightly, looking more like an expansive patch of algae rather than everyday grass. He could tell it was most likely very soft though, as it swayed lightly, subtly, as if a draft were coming through from somewhere not visible to the naked eye. There was even a little pond in the distance he could see!

As he thought to himself more and more, he realized that he did know what this stuff was. Landscape one would see in The Hidden World. In your Heaven days, the both of you would sit around for hours and swap stories with one another, going all the way back to the times when you were alive and what life was like for you. You always spoke to him about The Hidden World; the homeland and birthplace of all the dragons of your kind. From what you had told him about it, he had deemed it pretty amazing in his mind. He remembered you speaking about the glowing necessities, the luminescent markings on dragons, the crystals you sometimes liked to collect, and the overall peaceful atmosphere. He was able to get a general image in his mind of all the things pertaining to the homeland that you mentioned; looking at this area of your room now, he told himself it was probably safe to assume that this whole area was a resemblance of where you come from. He felt as if he could almost puff his chest out in pride for remembering something so important to you. Of course, he had to stay humble now if he wanted any chance of getting you to talk with him once again; maybe not like old times, but a greeting would be nice, surely.

You had said that The Hidden World was truly a place that you felt peace for the first time in your life whilst you were alive. Then you had proceeded to tell him after that, that he now provided that same feeling for you. That sense of safety. Security. Belonging.

As he made his way across the normal part of the room to get to the additional beauty, that's when he noticed you there. You were, hanging from a bare tree by the tail, it looked like. Your beautiful, white wings were wrapped around yourself except for a tiny crack in their merging.

And in this crack between your wings, was a thin-slitted pupiled eye staring straight at him.

The sight caused him to freeze in his tracks, with one foot now in the glowing, algae-like grass. He gave a nervous smile your way, which only caused you to narrow said eye further and uncurl your wings. Like the most skilled acrobatic, he watched as you unfurled your long, slender dragon body; walking along the branch, you then jumped down to the grass below.

Your eyes were still slits as you approached him now, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if he were the prey and you the predator. Honestly, that's how Lucifer felt right now.

But then, instead of pouncing, you just stopped and stared at him. Your long, elegant tail lashed slowly, barley touching the grass as it swayed freely, yet with a controlled fashion. Eyes still narrowed, you let out a snort of annoyance, rolling your eyes, before tossing your head in an irritated gesture and finally coming to sit on the grass, still a ways away from him.

"...You're ruining my grass..." You huffed, narrowed eyes taking him in, raking over him as if you could pick him up and toss him out of your proximity with just a gaze.

He blinked at your dragon form, confused. Then he looked down, seeing how one of his shoes was sunken slightly into the delicate, glowing grass. He gave a sheepish smile, quickly removing his foot and placing it back on the hardwood, rubbing his neck with a nervous chuckle. Although he knew there was a human soul beneath the dragon you were currently transformed into, he also knew that you could probably reach him in a faster time than he could scream. So, he wanted to try and keep you happy, especially if it meant you would keep talking to him, even if in a condescending tone. And especially since he didn't know your current feelings towards him.

"Sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses, Lucifer. Don't you think you've given enough of those already these past hundred years?"

He looked up at you, eyes shining with a little bit of hurt. That might be the first time you had ever used his full name since he first met you. He was so used to you calling him Luci.

Lucifer just...didn't sound right. Not coming from you.

"I-"

"Then, you come in here and trample my grass; the same grass of my homeland; the grass my ancestors before me walked on!"

"I-its just grass, darling-"

Your head snapped in his direction quite violently due to the nickname and his response. Your body stood up on its own accord and began slowly stalking over to him.

"Just...grass? Just GRASS?! I was born on said grass-"

You continued walking towards him, pupils back to those dangerous slits that signaled your current emotional state; upset and angry. You kept rambling to him about the grass and its importance to your true home. You got so close to him to the point that he had to start taking steps backward, until there was no room left to do so. He was at the door to your room, back pressed roughly to it as your dragon form prowled closer to him, flat snout right in-front of his face; he could practically feel the hot air being emitted from your nostrils. By this time, you were nearing the end of your rant.

"and at the end of the day-" You let out a hiss, baring your teeth. "...it really is just grass."

Your face relaxed almost immediately. Your wrinkled snout became smooth again, the luminescent glows from the vines on the door making it sparkle lightly. Your bared teeth dropped their snarl, turning your dragon lips into a sly smirk. You turned tail and lazily sauntered back to the grassy expanse of glowing vegetation. Doing a few circles in one spot you then decided to lay down on your side, eyes never leaving his. Almost as if you were taunting him to draw nearer.

"I- oh. Wait, what? W-What-"

Lucifer sighed and awkwardly leaned on his cane, rubbing his temples. He knew you to be intimidating back then but holy shit, now? Now thinking about it, he never really had experienced your fury head on before. He hoped he never had to.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, you sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Lucifer. I was kidding. You of all people should know how dramatic I like to be."

Seeing as he still didn't move a muscle, as if wanting to respect your personal space and not get any closer if you really didn't want him to, your cylinder-shaped ears flattened against your head, an almost worried look overtaking your features.

As if he didn't believe you were real.

"Am I really that scary?"

As soon as that question left your lips, he was by your side. Having teleported, it made you jump a little when he so suddenly appeared by your side on the grass, sitting cross-legged.

You let your muscles relax once again, letting out a silent breath. You offered him a toothy, cute dragon smile. He gave you his big, signature grin right back.

"No, no, no. You're one of the most beautiful dragons I have ever seen! Absolutely no one can compare to your beauty, light one!"

With the way he spoke, as if he was presenting a speech, it made you let out a huff and a snort, which was also the dragon equivalent of a laugh in most cases. It also made your heart thump rapidly in your chest, hearing him use the nickname he often used for you back when you both resided above the clouds together.

Light one.

You figured it was only fair to change back into your human body, since it had been so long since you had seen one another in person, that he deserved to talk with you face-to-face and not to the face of a dragon, no matter how much he claimed you were beautiful both ways.

In a span of seconds, there was no longer a large dragon sitting beside Lucifer in the grass, but rather another individual, just as himself. Your legs were crossed just as his were, mimicking his body language. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, although throughout it all you could feel his eyes on you. With how quick he was to reassure you of your beauty, you knew he must be dying to ask you a bunch of questions; catch up on all that you had missed of one another's life since his falling and sparse letters in between.

You sighed and folded your hands in your lap, looking at your soft, glitter-dusted skin. It was hard to think of things to say when you really need not say anything at all. The silence, for you at least, said all that words could not and so much more beyond that limitation.

"Look, Luci, I-"

A sudden force knocked you onto your side, arms wrapping around you in the span of a second, squeezing you tightly. You yelped in surprise, although it was quite obvious the only person it could be.

"Oh my goodness, it really is you!" Lucifer exclaimed happily, eyes shut tight as he buried his face into your neck as your hug proceeded. "I knew it! Oh, I knew it as soon as you transformed back in the lobby- when you called me Luci just now. Oh my gosh, it really is you!"

He sounded exactly like a little kid might on Christmas, just getting their first train set, with many more to come after that within the following years. Alongside that excitement usually followed laughter, and oh was that universal sound flowing in the room at this moment.

You were both hugging and laughing to your hearts content after you had gotten over the initial shock of him bowling you over. For a little man, he surely had strength, that was for certain. Yet you knew best that he was not to be underestimated.

"Shit- yes, yes, it's me, I promise! I know the looks a bit new, but its me!" You said, trying to speak coherently through his own rambling and excitement of having finally found his friend after so long. The person who had been by his side through all his rights and wrongs whilst in Heaven. His wingwoman. His ride or die.

The person whom he had loved since first glance, but was too much of a coward to ever admit it. He always knew you deserved better.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe you're really here! After...after all this time. Oh, Y/N...how I've missed you..."

Lucifers voice had dropped to a whisper at this point. You had to strain your ears to hear him, but made sure you did. You always heard him, whether he thought so or not.

"I've missed you too, Luci...really. I'm so sorry we got separated. I should've fought harder for your safety, I should've tried harder to convince the council, I-"

A finger found its way to your lips, shushing you with one, quick motion.

"Stop. Just...stop." Lucifer said, brows furrowed, a sad look overtaking his features as he sighed, eyes closed. "It was my fault for even convincing you to help me in the first place. I should've just kept you out of it."

He sniffled softly, turning his body away from yours a bit, not wanting you to see how emotional he was getting. He could still remember the way you cried his name as you got a front-row seat to watching him fall, courtesy of Adam.

Adam. That son of a bitch. He could only imagine the cruel and unusual punishments the sadistic man had thrown at you in return for helping the Devil himself (although he hadn't had that role back then just yet).

"What have they done to you...you know, since I left? They knew we had a good connection. I can only imagine the things they did to you as a result of helping me. I know you said they refuse to kill you or cast you out..." He muttered, now having his knees up to his chest, his chin resting on top of them.

You frowned, mainly in pity for him, watching him seem to curl up into himself like this. You had been thinking about all the ways the separation had been hurting you all these years, but now you had come to realize that you hadn't done much thinking about how it was affecting Lucifer. You figured that, since his fall, he had been doing just dandy down in Hell with his wife, Lilith. God, you hated that woman, or at least you had when they had decided to cast Lilith down into Hell with Lucifer instead of you. Many nights you had cried yourself to sleep, wishing so desperately that you could be down in this wasteland with him, comforting him about the recent events. You knew Lilith most likely wasn't doing it, and even if she was, you knew you could do better. He was your truest friend. You knew him both inside and out. Better than anyone.

"Its not of importance what they did and still do to me, Luci-"

"Yes it is! It's very important!" He burst out, making you raise an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be my job to protect you from any harm that came our way, remember? Remember what I said? I-I promised to always protect you from danger, to keep you safe, and I couldn't even do that without messing up!"

He threw his hands up, exasperated, using a gloved hand to cover his eyes and rub them. You gave him a soft, sad smile, one you were not sure if he saw, but knew he could sense. He was being way too hard on himself, you knew.

You had made the choice to help him, and wouldn't change a thing about that decision.

"Lucifer..." You spoke lightly, as if speaking to a scared animal. In a way, you were. "None of what happened to me is your fault. None of what is still happening to me is your fault. If someone has to take the fault, it should be me. I knew what I was potentially getting myself into when I agreed to help you. Those possible consequences never mattered to me."

You had to look away from him for a split second, some tears falling from your eyes as you blinked, then onto the lush grass beneath both your bodies. A deep breath inflated your chest before you allowed yourself to continue talking.

"All that ever mattered to me..." You began again, voice shaky as you maintained your composure, "...was the fact that I was getting to help my closest friend. The first person in Heaven who welcomed me, took me in with open wings. The first person to ever hug me. The first person to show me how unique and special I was, as well as my abilities and hybrid form. The first person who...didn't look at me like I was some sort of monster, due to the fact that I could transform into a dragon."

This seemed to shock him, for he raised his head to stare at you once again, cheeks lightly tear stained.

"People thought you a monster?" He asked, eyes wide and confused. "Why? H-How-"

You shrugged and picked at the grass beneath you with a finger.

"People tend to be scared of the things they don't understand, Luci. Things they've never seen before, such as a hybrid like myself. Even angels get scared sometimes, believe it or not."

Lucifer was at a loss for words. The angels had seen you as a monster when you first appeared at their gates? Someone as beautiful, majestic, and powerful as you? He truly couldn't believe that. He made a silent promise to himself in that very moment to give Adam a little extra punch for treating you like that upon your first visit to Heaven. You had never told him, either. Or, at least you hadn't had the time to before he fell.

"Apparently." Lucifer grumbled, whilst rolling his eyes. "Damn idiots never know what the hell they're talking about..."

At this, you raised both your eyebrows, and couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips at his protective nature. After all of this time not seeing one another, he was still as protective over you as the first day you met. It was refreshing to see that some things really never did change when it came to the King of Hell. Since the day he became so.

He perked up as you began to giggle, a shot of red flashing across his features from embarrassment. Then, despite himself, he too began to chuckle.

The steady rhythm of his heart made itself well known in his ears as the two of you continued to laugh together, just like old times in the clouds.

Although when you were together it felt like no time had passed at all, you both were aware that that was far from the truth.

You had some catching up to do.

The hellish sun beat down on the Hazbin Hotel. All the other residents, including Charlie, were outside helping to rebuild and design a new look for the previously destroyed hotel.

You and Lucifer had finally come out from your room after chatting it up for what had to have been over an hour. It was nice, now knowing the truth behind some of the things that had happened to him, and you were sure he felt the same about the things pertaining to you. He had promised you he would deliver quite the ruthless punch to Adam's groin when he saw him next, due to the things he had put you through after his falling. This had made you roll your eyes, but the idea wasn't dismissed. You'd allow it. Maybe even a couple times. Especially if it meant you got to see Lucifer happy.

Now, both of you were currently outside with everyone else, helping to rebuild the structure of his daughters hotel. You were in the form of your Lightfury, whilst Lucifer was standing proudly on your back as you flew laps around the perimeter of the hotel, giving him range to shoot blasts of magic, where building parts would then materialize before ones eyes.

You craned your neck around to look at the little man on your back, who was already looking down at you, smiling like the dork you knew him to be. This was almost like the perfect moment, especially after the deep conversation you both had back in the hotel room-

"DAD! No riding my residents, please! I'm glad you're making friends though! Proud of you! I just don't think we have the insurance to cover an injury yet!"

Charlie's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, causing both of you to startle and look down at her. She had a finger pointed up at you both, an adoring smile on her face; following it were the rest of the residents eyes. You both were now the spotlight of attention.

Your smooth-skinned dragon face had a bit of a red tint to it now because of the princess's words, and you didn't even have to look at Lucifer to be able to say that he looked the same. His daughter didn't even know how deep the history went between you both; she didn't even know you two knew one another prior to this. Nor did she really need to know. It could be you and Lucifers little secret. Something just for the two of you.

You snorted at her words, managing to screw your face into an extremely unamused expression quick enough to hide the blush, making sure to keep flapping your wings so you wouldn't falter in your hovering.

"Dear, you may just find yourself jealous because I have a dragon and you lack one! You see this beauty? Extraordinary! Such a great species too, infact-"

You managed to look even more annoyed than you felt, as Lucifer continued to take it upon himself to deliver a little speech on your back whilst you were just hovering there, explaining his good fortune to have found a friend in you once again and now being able to get free rides. But, no one seemed to tell him that you were the one steering this ship.

In the span of a millisecond, you had tipped your body to the side, sending him sliding off your back and plummeting towards the ground, following with him yelping in both surprise and momentary fear. You snorted in amusement and instantly tucked your wings and went into a dive, following right after him.

The wind whistled past your sensitive ears as you were now falling right beside him. You looked at him with your wide, cat-like eyes, a curious coo escaping your throat as he just smirked at you, putting his hands behind his head as you both fell through the air, as if in some sort of movie. You then narrowed your sharp eyes and struck him playfully in the chest with a paw, sending him spinning off balance and crashing into some nearby bushes.

Quick to steady yourself, you quickly turned around midair and swooped just low enough to snag Charlie from off the ground, holding her in your arms, before letting her climb onto your back and sitting comfortably. Her smile was wide and cheerful, making you laugh as you shot back up into the air.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlie hollered, holding onto your neck by wrapping both her arms around its thick expanse as you warbled in response, showing off your toothy dragon grin as you flapped your wings vigorously, taking both you and the daughter of Hell off into the surrounding city.

Lucifer sat up in the mas of bushes, spitting out some leaves and rubbing the side of his head. He could've used his wings to slow his fall but he figured if it made you smile, he would get a little banged up. He still had that same grin plastered to his face.

He couldn't even be annoyed as he picked off thorns from his suit and top hat, watching with a soft sparkle in his eyes as his two favorite girls flew away together into the sunset.

Upon Charlie finding and helping you on extermination day, which had been only yesterday, you had now become an official resident of the Hotel. You kept telling yourself it was temporary until you were able to go back up to Heaven, but the more time you spent under the clouds and the feet of those still alive and walking, the more you came to realize that this place felt more like a home than the one you came from originally.

Lucifer had promised to wait for you in Hell after he fell, even for all eternity if that's how long it took for your pure soul to deserve damnation.

In return, you had promised never to truly leave him. To never abandon. To never relinquish your connection. And you would hold that promise, through and through.

It was your vow.

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𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH | "PLAYING WITH FIRE" 𖤐

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♱ — 𝐖𝐂: 6.4ᴋ

♱ — 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ᴇᴇᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ!! ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇꜱ!! ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!♡

𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖌𝖔,

𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙.

The taste of ash weights heavy on your tongue when you descend through the clouds towards the glare of fire below. The heat from the smoke prickling at your skin causes you to tighten your grip around the black spikes on Kirishima's back where you sat atop the crimson dragon as he rushes towards the commotion below, massive leathery wings tucking close to his large body - far too large for a juvenile like himself as his shadow swallows the night sky behind him when you emerge from the sea of smoke revealing the magnitude of destruction the town has suffered in mere moments. Streets that were once booming with vendors and some of the finest establishments you could find this far south of the kingdom, now nothing but ruins that further crumble under the weight of the wind from the red dragon’s wings as you continue to hurry towards the source that caused such calamity.

You'd traveled from the west with Bakugou, the dragon prince, and his dragon Kirishima, the Crimson Dread, under the orders of the king to deal with the issue of a fiery dragon that's been rumored to have gone rogue and has been terrorizing the southern towns at night. Upon your arrival the immensity of the situation was evident when the ancient bridges that connected to the neighboring towns were demolished for the river below to swallow, something only the great scaled beasts could manage, leaving the southerners to result in new measures and travel by boat.

It was only your second night in the town when you were setting up the fire place in your inn with Kirishima whilst you waited for Bakugou who ventured into the other side of town in search of something to cook for the three of you for the night, when the thunderous sound of an explosion in the distance alerted you. Rushing to the open area of the plaza where Kirishima could shift without causing damages to the housing nearby as you quickly mounted the dragon and headed towards the commotion. The orange glow of fire blazing in the horizon only feeding the worry that sat heavy on your chests knowing Bakugou was near that area of town, and now as you fly through the core of where the beast continues to wreak havoc, you could only pray to the gods above that he was okay.

A piercing roar ahead pulls you from your thoughts as it collides with the crackling sounds of Bakugou’s explosive magic followed by the clashing of steel from his dual swords. The silhouette of the onyx dragon comes into view amidst a pit of fire, your eyes frantically searching for your prince as you spot him beneath one of the beast's hind legs trying to wriggle out from between its three prehensile talon-tipped toes that hold him captive as the chest of the dragon begins to glow a deep orange hue, preparing to spew a stream of deadly fire upon him that was sure to leave a flaming crater in its wake from the force - one that not even Bakugou’s fire resistance could survive.

Swallowing the vile lump that builds in your throat at the thought, you lean forward against Kirishima’s back, the rough scales of the dragon’s armor brushing along your palm when you reach for the large spikes of his torso. The ones that prepare him to attack once you give him the command, but just as you take a sharp inhale to give him the order you're interrupted by the rumbling of snake-like hisses building up a thunderous roar as Kirishima leaps towards his opponent.

Catching the attention of the onyx dragon as he directs his fire towards you, but the Crimson Dread is not only known for his size, but also for his abnormal speed and agility that was rare for a beast of such calamity as he quickly rises to flash his hind legs. Sharp claws locking onto the beast’s neck, pinning him down as the horrid screeching of both dragons clashes together - one from anguish in a desperate attempt to be released and the other from a raging hunger for blood as Kirishima's claws pierce through the black scales, slashing the dragon’s throat open causing it to wriggle beneath him as it chokes in its fiery blood. But the red beast remains unsatisfied as he leans down to grasp the head of his victim in between his dreadful maw before tearing it from its body and tossing it into the fiery pits of its own creation followed by a victorious roar that seems to further agitate the flames that surround you.

You press your palm to his scales in an attempt to calm him despite how taken aback you were from his actions for he has never acted on his own without his rider’s orders regardless of the ravenous creature he was. Gently caressing his heated scales whilst you coo down at him as his snarls slowly shift into low rumbles under your touch when your soft voice reaches his ears between haggard breaths. Shaking his head with a final blow of smoke through his nostrils as his scales shudder from head to tail until he returns your pets with a content purr, letting you know he's calmed down before directing your attention towards Bakugou who was already climbing up the dragon’s side to join you on his back. Unharmed, lest a few scratches that oozed with blood yet nothing you couldn't heal later with your magic.

“All good?”, bare chest pressing against your back as he leans forward to press his palm to the crimson scales alongside yours as you look over to your side where his head rests on your shoulder. Only answering with a nod when your eyes meet his vermilion ones, not all there as he looks lost in thought before your gently nudge him with your elbow as they focus on you again, sharing the same concern for your dragon but nothing to fret about right now considering the long night you've all had as you feel him relax against you before signaling Kirishima again. Taking to the skies once more as you fly back into town for the night since you couldn't do anything else for now until the fires die out with morning come.

The ache in your muscles melts away as you sink deeper into the hot springs, the warmth enveloping your body when you rest against the edge to peer up at the night sky where remnants of the smoke from the fires obstructing your view of the stars as the faint orange hue of the horizon begins to fade, letting the sound of the water around you prevent your mind from thinking back on the prior events.

Once a dragon bonds with one rider, no other person can bond nor ride them throughout their life for they will remain loyal to their mount until they are parted by death, but Kirishima is the first ever dragon to bond with two riders. Claiming both Bakugou and you as his mates, a rare case in history that not even the wisest of maesters could decipher, tossing it up to be a result of his shifter abilities. But being a mate to the great fiery beasts of this era was not for the faint of heart as dragons undergo different stages in their lifetime that could be overwhelming for some, and your dragon’s recent stubborn behavior could only mean the beginning of one thing.

You lean over the edge towards the tray that rested on the rocks near the natural basin, reaching for the bowl of hot water to pour it over the previously strained matcha before taking the chasen and begin whisking. Too distracted to notice the water rippling behind you but your ears prick at the sound of low purrs approaching, hearing him before you feel him as sharp claws circle around your thighs. Curving along the plush skin of your hips to trail up your sides causing the hairs on your spine to rise towards your nape as he presses his nose above your rear before following the prickled skin up towards your shoulders in a slow calculated pace that causes your toes to curl against the hot stone below until his nose finds the crook of your neck - inhaling deeply as he savors your scent, the smell unlike any other causing his tail to slowly sway from side to side through the water whilst the purring amplifies. Feeling the vibrations against your back when he presses his hot chest to your skin as you lean into his frame, claws circling your abdomen when scaled arms hold you close causing you to hum at his touch as you settle back into the water.

The heat that radiates from him rivals the one around you as hot puffs of air fan across your skin, feeling the tips of his forked tongue ghost along the back of your ear where his nose is nestled into your hair. An occurrence that wasn't foreign to you since the three of you often slept wrapped around each other and Kirishima would find solace in sleeping with the smell of his mates right under his nose, but there was something different in his current demeanor.

When a dragon's heat is near, there are often visible warning signs to heed to avoid falling in their grasps when overcome with lust. The scales along their skin tend to darken in color, one of the more elusive signs to notice considering the change is very minimal but easily spotted for those that are in constant contact with the scaled giants. Their breathing patterns as well as their purring shift from long and passive inhales to heavy huffs followed by exhales of higher temperatures to their regular hot breaths. Every dragon's purrs are slightly different in melody but it's often deeper while in heat, emitting from somewhere further down their chest and at a much quicker pace than normal. The most identifiable of the signs are their behavioral changes, although already territorial, dragons tend to be more aggressive and jealous towards others lurking around their den and mates as well as seek out physical touch more often and show higher levels of affection. All signs that usually begin to manifest weeks in advance.

But Kirishima’s changes only began hours prior. Even though it wasn't the first time his heat had started abruptly, another unknown factor that the maesters could only assume as a product from his shifter abilities, it was the first time you've been in battle when it happened. Which justifies your worry while seizing the onyx dragon earlier.

The air around you felt heavy and the tension was almost palpable with the way he was holding you, like prey caught in the jaws of a predator as his claws travel along your skin, occasionally gripping at your flesh while his hold on you tightens. Moments like these remind you of the danger that he kept hidden from you most of the time until he had you in his grasp - so pliant and at his absolute mercy, he could do anything he wanted and you’d let him.

A sharp dark claw travels across your abdomen in slow back and forth motions beneath the water before trailing up the exposed skin of your chest. Circling your tits in a teasing matter that has your nipples hardening at the threat knowing it wouldn’t take much effort for those claws to rip into your skin. Kirishima smiles against your neck when he feels the way your heartbeat increases under his touch, how the rise and fall of your chest quickens the more he greedily explores your body. Savoring the way your smooth skin feels against his calloused one, the sweet scent of you downright intoxicating as he feels his teeth ache at the thought of you on his tongue. Moving his mouth to rest at the juncture of your neck at the temptation to feel your skin give under the force of his fearful maw, tearing into your flesh and watching you bleed for him as his purring deepens at the thought knowing how pretty you’d look covered in crimson to match that of his scales.

His tail curls around your ankle as it slowly travels up your leg until it’s wrapped around your plump thigh, squeezing the fat of it while scales drag against the curve of your rear. The scaled pointed tip ghosting along your inner thigh as it occasionally brushes through the tuft of hairs above your cunt at slow, almost ticklish pace that had you suppressing your moans against the edge of your cup as you bring the warm tea to your lips, enjoying it while you can knowing that it will soon be forgotten with the way Kirishima’s scorching breath was fanning over your skin alerting you of how close he was to your vital spots.

“Fuck, my love”, the searing touch of his tongue licking along your skin makes you gasp as thick drips of drool burn onto your skin, “I need you”.

“Your heat becoming too much, baby?”, you hum against him before drinking the last of your tea as you reach forward to return the cup onto its tray.

“I could just devour you right now”, he purrs close to your ear as he takes a deep inhale of your skin, continuing to let your scent invade his senses. “Will you let me, love?”

“Go ahead”, you tilt your head further giving him access as your voice falls into a breathless whisper at the feel of sharp teeth grazing against your skin. “Tell me how I taste”.

A guttural growl ripples from his chest at your words as his tongue laps at your skin again, more drool dribbles against you before his lips press to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder sucking on that spot as you arch your back with a sigh, the feel of his teeth digging ever so slightly into your skin behind closed lips sends a whirlpool of emotions to your gut. The moans you suppressed earlier ripping from you when his fangs finally break through your flesh as a rush of warmth spreads across your skin where he eagerly drinks from you, letting your blood quench his thirst before he sucks bruising kisses higher up your neck making you squirm against him.

Tightening his grasp as he slowly moves your bodies towards the edge of the natural basin where claws circle your waist to spin you around as he looms over you, caging you between the warm stone that digs against your back and his large body as he presses himself against you. Gently nuzzling his nose into the top of your head before slowly trailing down the center of your forehead to meet your nose as your eyes lock with deep pools of scarlet staring back at you. Your hands reach for his biceps, feeling the scales shift under your touch as you continue to trail upwards towards his nape where your fingers brush through the crimson strands of his hair whilst your other hand reaches for a stray strand on his forehead, securing it behind the dark, curved, and angled horns that protrude on either sides of his head that would demand submission from even the most endowed elks that roamed the enchanted forests, a grin spreading across his lips when you do before he leans down to press his lips to yours.

Hot breaths melding with each other as claws curl around your throat pressing his purlicue beneath your chin causing your head to tilt further, giving him more access as his lips move frantically against yours - messy and wet as spit smothers against your skin while your tongue tangles with his long one until the need for air becomes inescapable. Leaning back to catch your breath as far as his firm hold around your neck allows you but he can't help but chase your lips with his sharp teeth, keeping his intentions gentle against the delicate skin but still so, so hungry for you as he nibbles on your bottom lip until it splits for him. The sting makes you hiss as lustful eyes meet your equally lewd ones when he slowly pulls back, sucking the small dribble of blood into his greedy maw until your lip slips from his own. Not giving you enough time to recover as the warm pads of his digits digging into the sides of your neck twitch as they pull you back in to meet his lips - mouths bruised and swollen as his tongue swipes against you to lick into the small cut.

Parting from your lips to press kisses on your jaw and down your neck as his hands reach down to grip your waist and hoist you up onto the edge. Stopping when he reaches the valley of your breast as he leans back to look at your body now fully on display for him, mesmerized at the sight like the first time he saw you like this and he can’t help the shudder that ripples through his scales and settles at his pelvis where his cock twitches beneath the water.

Fiery pupils dilate when they rake along the curve of your breasts and settle on your nipples, wet and glistening and so inviting as he dips his head down to capture the erect bud in his mouth. The feel of sharp teeth scraping against your skin threatening to pierce through your flesh sends shivers down your spine followed by the smooth contrast of his warm tongue alternating between fast flicks and tight curls against you that causes your hips to slightly grind forward as arousal begins to gather at your core. The faint smell of it hitting his nose only riles him further as he suckles on your tit harder while roughly kneading the other as he pulls and twists the bud between his clawed digits.

Only stopping to sink his teeth into the flesh of your chest again and again with low mumbles of ‘mine’ whispered into each nibble as he continues to trail them down your abdomen. Drowning in the increasing scent of your arousal the closer he gets to the source, his mouth unable to stay away from you other than to quickly move to another unmarked spot on your skin as his breaths become haggard at the mouth watering aroma of your drooling cunt leaking onto the stones below. Calloused hands curve beneath your thighs as he spreads you open for him, ankles resting on his broad and scaled shoulders while his mouth never leaves your skin as it reaches your pubes. Inhaling deeply into the tuft of hair as he feels the way your body twitches against his touch when he slowly pulls the hairs between his lips, his warm breaths feels almost ticklish but the sensation is quickly replaced by the slight sting from his tugging before he releases the hairs from his lips.

Diving forward again to run his nose through them, his head dipping lower and lower until the slick feel of your pussy lips meets with his own, savoring you a little longer as he trails his nose through your swollen slit causing it to part as he does. Eyes fluttering at the feel of your arousal coating his skin before finally surging forward into your heat making you arch in your spot as your arms stretch behind you to support you further from the intensity of his mouth against you. Tongue pressed flat on your pussy as he wriggles it from side to side while thick globs of saliva drip from his thirsty mouth onto you - creamy slick and viscous spit mixing together as both of you become more and more lost in pleasure.

Moans falling from your lips without a care if others residing within the inn could hear you for you’re unable to hold them with the way his tongue laps up towards your clit, circling it with just the tip before his lips wrap around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up to meet yours causing something to ripple in your stomach the closer you get to your release. Watching how they darken when he feels your fingers skim across his pointed ears, ghosting along the wet strands of hair before wrapping around one of his horns knowing it would get a reaction out of him with how sensitive they were, especially during his heat and you can't help the grin that breaks through your features when you see his lip curl with the nastiest growl you've heard resonate from his chest thus far. Strong enough to make the water around him shake causing it to ripple at the same thundering cadence while his hands pinch and knead at your thighs, feeling how the muscles clench and tremble under his touch when you feel the vibrations of his snarls against your pussy.

Causing your features to morph into a whine as you let your head roll back onto your shoulders to release a moan up towards the sky while briefly closing your eyes before your entire body jolts when Kirishima slots his hot mouth onto the length of your puffy slit. Demanding your attention as your eyes meet again, a newfound hunger in his fiery orbs as your clench around his imposing figure when the tips of his forked tongue tease along your entrance before wriggling it’s way inside - velvety walls tightening around the incredibly long and thick muscle as it spreads you open, greedily slurping every last drop of creamy arousal that pours from your messy pussy.

Both of your hands now wrapped firmly around his horns to pull him closer and the snarl that follows causes his sharp teeth to scrape dangerously against your swollen clit, sending you over the edge as static rings in your ears making the world around you spin as your release gushes into his awaiting tongue. Claws dragging up and down along your thighs leaving red, throbbing marks in their wake before they press into your hips, threatening to pierce the skin as he holds you down when your hips continue to jerk and twitch. Overstimulated as he continues to drink every last drop of your sweet nectar, not stopping until he gets his fill as your cries clash with the loud and wet squelch of your pussy ravished by his hungry maw.

Slowing his movements to ease you down from your high as his tongue slithers out of your warmth, running it through the red and swollen folds of your sopping wet pussy before leaning back to watch the pretty mess he created - thin threads of syrupy slick and viscid spit clinging to his skin causing it to glisten under the faint moonlight emerging from the smokey clouds as the distant fires begin to die down. Whimpering at the empty feeling as you fall back onto the stones breathless, your hands slipping from his horns in exhaustion only for scaled ones to catch them as he brings them towards his face, nuzzling into your palm to lay kisses onto your wrists - soft and tender unlike the previous ones as he repeats the actions on the other one before trailing up the length of your arm while slowly rising from the water to slot his body above your own.

Warm droplets of water dripping onto your skin where he continues to lay gentle kisses as his lips press against your stomach to travel up onto your breasts, briefly nibbling on the plush skin before dipping towards your collarbones; feeling how he follows the outline of your protruding bones with the tip of his nose to settle at the small hollow at the center where his searing exhales fan over your skin causing you to lean your head back to allow him more access as he wanders up the length of your throat where he slows down to feel it contract against his lips when you swallow, eliciting his purrs to return as they vibrate into your jaw until he curves along your chin to finally capture your lips in his. Tasting yourself on his tongue when it tangles with yours as it freely explores every inch of your mouth before he pulls away to peer down at your pretty face, noticing your eyes glossy with tears as he smiles down at the sight before leaning in for a kiss once more.

So enthralled with each other that you don't hear the distant call of your names when the wooden door of your room slides open. Only the feel of something hot dripping against your thigh capturing your attention, making your breath hitch into him as he pulls back to press his forehead onto yours for the both of you to peer between your bodies to reveal his large cock.

A mass of dark pubes trailing from his belly button towards the base where thick veins throb with need around a swelling knot as they fork out onto the ribbed crimson ridges that matched those of his scales leading up to a tapered tip that dripped molten globs of creamy white onto your skin where it hanged heavy causing it to curve downwards from the weight and size as it twitched the more his knot continued to grow with the overwhelming and carnal desire to empty load after load of the sticky cum that resided within the hefty balls that rested hulking between his muscular thighs inside your heat.

The same thighs that slide closer to press behind yours as a clawed hand slides along the side to grip the back of your knees and guide one leg around his waist, mirroring the action with your other leg as they lock at the dip of his back where his long tail sways languidly from side to side. Securing your bodies together as he lowers his hips to meet yours, slotting his cock between your thighs to slide his pulsing length through your weeping slit. Gasping in unison when he grinds his hips harder through the slickness as your hands snake around his broad shoulders to bring him closer, his lips already chasing yours as claws tangle in the hairs at your nape where he cups your head to deepen the kiss. His thumb smearing away the stray tears that stain your cheeks at the feel of every ridge and curve of his cock rubbing through your slick pussy, getting caught against your clit with each thrust making you mewl into his mouth as he swallows every sound.

Groans and purrs vibrating softly against you when he feels your hips roll up and fall into rhythm with his. Smiling against him when your actions elicit a broken whine to rip from his chest, amused at how such a feared beast could be reduced to such a needy thing when it came to moments like this, entangled with each other in such ways that it's uncertain where one begins and the other ends.

The growl that festers deep in his chest pulls you from your thoughts as a heated sting spreads across your bottom lip when he draws the sensitive flesh between his teeth to get your attention once more, prying your mouth open for him as he chases your bloodied lips with a carnivorous hunger that elicits another growl to crawl up his throat as clawed digits wrap around your wrists to capture your hands in his and stretch your arms above your head, pinning you beneath him and rutting his hips desperately against you until the bulbous head of his leaky cock finally presses against your entrance. Both of you falling silent as you peer down between your bodies, watching how your pussy splits open and swells around each girthy bump of his cock until it reaches the curve of his knot as it presses against your slit; ceasing his movements to relish the feel of your heat wrapped around him while you bask in the way it stretches your pussy so good you could almost feel him in your throat as you lips part around a silent moan.

Heavy knot throbbing against your entrance, not quite ready to slip inside just yet as he rolls his hips back - your pussy molding perfectly to each ridge as the friction makes you arch your back so beautifully into him. Both of your hands restrained under one of his while the other curls around your center to hold you close as his lips press along your jawline, whispering sweet praises in his mother’s tongue as he falls into a steady pace that has the telltale coil winding tightly inside you sooner than expected as white spots cloud your vision when you sink into sweet ecstasy. Soft kisses and nibbles morphing into feral bites as he grows wretched with need at the taste of your blood mixed with the tight clench of your silken walls gripping his cock so deliciously he feels he could devour you whole.

Slowing his thrusts to a gentle rock as his lips find yours again in a sloppy and panting mess - the sound from your heaving chests echoing through the area loud enough to quiet the heavy patting of feet against the damp stone floor approaching your position until a shadow obstructs the dim light of the candles that surrounded the hot springs, looming over you as it waits for the two of you to notice its presence.

“‘M gone a few minutes and you two can't keep yer’ hands off of each other that long, eh?”, both of you peer up to meet vermilion irises staring down at you with amusement. Grin spreading across his features when your eyes simultaneously trail down to look at his cock fully displayed before you, the thick vein beneath his shaft throbbing all the way up his leaking tip where milky beads of white coat his skin.

Meeting his gaze again, your sultry smile matching his own as you feel lips press to your jaw followed by the slight tickle from Kirishima’s hot breath fanning over your skin as he speaks.

“You're just in time, my prince - our little princess is just about ready to take me whole”, a dark claw brushes through the stray hairs that cling to the damp skin of your forehead as he tucks them behind your ear to press his nose to your own, voice falling into a whisper. “Aren't you, baby?”, nodding into his touch while he beckons Bakugou closer.

“Come ‘er, Katsuki… I want to watch you both as she takes my knot”, to which he complies as Bakugou lays down beside you. Pulling you towards him when Kirishima leans back from his position as you straddle the blonde, his eyes wandering down your skin as his fingers trace along the wounds that adorn your body - bruised and bloodied.

Digits stained with red as he brings them towards his lips for a quick taste, eyes fluttering when he does before he reaches for your skin again to collect more of the blood that dribbles from the bites left by the dragon, bringing them up to your lips this time where it mixes with the drooly blood from your bottom lip as you wrap them around his fingers to languidly suck on them.

Clawed thumbs dig into the fat of your hips as Kirishima positions himself behind you, curling along your spine to press his chest against you. His large physique overpowering the both of you when he stretches his wings, briefly casting a daunting shadow that consumes you before he tucks them back into place. Leaning in close to nuzzle his face into your neck as Bakugou mimics his actions to your other side, their warmth encompasses you entirely like a heavy cloth draped over you on a cruel winter. Bakugou’s lips press tender kisses along your mangled skin while a long, wet and hot tongue laps a stripe all the way to your ear where he nuzzles into you once again.

“Hold still for me, my love”, arching into Bakugou’s chest when the tip of Kirishima’s cock presses against your cunt, dripping heavy glops of precum that seared against your skin - so impossibly hot like it was made from the molten steel used to make the finest of swords. Spreading it through your slit as he strokes it up and down causing syrupy strands of arousal to leak onto Bakugou’s thighs before his cockhead catches your entrance.

Immediately feeling the stretch of every ridge and curve again as your lips part around a loud whine, both men reacting instantly as hands roam every inch of your body in a mixture of soothing touches and hungry kneads from sharp nails that twitch at the urge to tear at your skin to elicit more of those sweet noises to rip from your body. Kirishima doesn't waste time to settle on a fast pace that knocked the wind from your lungs, lost in the way your pussy sucked him further - squeezing him so tightly he couldn't help but to nibble on the skin of your neck again, fangs piercing anywhere they could reach causing his purring to morph into wet gurgles from your blood while Bakugou leaned back to ogle at the sight.

In all your years together, nothing riled him up more than moments like these. The both of you look ethereal above him - recalling all the times he had the same thoughts and he fears they might fall short to the sight before him. The first time he laid eyes on Kirishima when the crimson hybrid shifted into a fierce dragon for him to ride after many had failed to mount the fiery beast; the same beast that never allowed anyone to get too close to him, yet there you were mounted on his back treating a tear to his wing while cooing down sweetly at the scaled giant while all his rider could do was just stare at the two of you in awe in that field of freshly bloomed blue irises all those springs ago. He never thought that just winters later he would find himself by a ditchfire and a chalice filled of your joined blood, a scar on each of your left palms to prove it - wed by fire and blood to be sealed by a long night of mating.

And now, as the hard stone cushioned by a the thin bedding of moss forming on the rocks dug into his back as he stared up at the two of you above him, your skin riddled with bites and blood with Kirishima still latched onto your neck as you cried out into the night to soon take his knot, the sight before him rivals all the others for he thinks he's never seen the two of you so beautiful as this very moment.

His heart skipping a beat when both of your eyes meet his own, reaching for him as your hands curl around his shoulders while claws press against the dip of his skull to bring him closer to your bodies. Your lips pressed against his while Kirishima nuzzles the crook of his neck, smiling against Bakugou when you feel his breath hitch at the dragon’s fangs piercing into his flesh. The taste of both of his mates blood mixing on his tongue turn his thrust violent, extremely so you can't contain the overstimulated squeals that ripped from your chest and before you can register it he thrusts forward in a hard roll of his hips until you feel it - a wet pop as you're stuffed to the brim with his knot. Your eyes rolling while you feel lightheaded at the mixture of his thick, knotted cock grinding deep inside of you along with the heat that radiates from their bodies engulfing you completely.

Claws suddenly digging into your flesh as Kirishima yanks your bodies closer to him, switching from marking Bakugou’s neck to yours back and forth while lips brushed against skin in a mantra growled in the old draconic tongue.

Mine mine mine

“You're mine, yeah? My blood?”, each question is followed by a pull of his lips against your skin and all you can do is desperately nod against him as salty tears stain your cheeks while your cunt spasms around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper as he grinds rapidly into you.

“Both of you were made for me”, he snarls as his lips chase Bakugou’s next, piercing his bottom lip in a much more hurried manner than he did yours causing a groan to vibrate loudly from the blondes chest as the redhead devours him.

“You were born bound to me, right?”, your bodies were dripping in sweat and your brains were fogging with the overstimulation of both pleasure and pain, as the dragon reminded you who you belonged to while switching between your bodies; licked, sucked, and bitten into the skin of the familiar things pinned beneath him. Chasing your sweat with teeth and tongue, drunk on the scent of home - of mate. Many would call the love Kirishima felt for the two of you an obsession, but that pales in comparison to the unwavering hunger and passion he felt for you.

His thrusts turn vicious, borderline animalistic as he rolls his hips forward once, twice, three times until you finally feel it. The rush of cum pouring in hot, always so impossibly hot, heavy globs against your velvety walls as he ruts his hips close to bury himself deep in your pussy to ensure you were plugged up and stuffed full with his seed that continued to pour inside of you in a never ending river that had the both of you falling depleted against the blonde making him groan at the sudden weight pressed against him. All three of you panting as your bodies relax against each other, hearts beating as one while you let the soothing sounds of the water splashing behind you ease you down from your highs.

But the Crimson Dread was nothing if not insatiable, leaning back as clawed digits captured Bakugou’s chin between them to bring him closer, pulling him into a kiss while you trailed kisses along the blonde’s jawline. Your ear pricking when you hear the redhead speak into the kiss and you can’t help the grins that follow at his words.

“Your turn, my prince”, he whispers while maneuvering your bodies into the warm water to soothe your wounds and prepare you for the long night ahead.

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kaciidubs · 7 months

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Precious Jewel | Spooktober 2023

@goblinracha asked: Dragon!changbin using his long, thick tongue for "hole inspections" but he likes to call it "polishing his favorite jewels" 🫡

❣ Summary: You were his precious jewel, and as his jewel, you were to be treated with the same care as the other jewels in his collection - even if the process was slightly different. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 1.5k ❣ Warnings: Shifter! AU, Dragon Shifter! Changbin, Dom! Changbin, Sub! Reader, smut, oral, fingering, pussy inspections, long tongue, subtle possessiveness, slight rimming, slight vagina anatomy lesson, multiple orgasms implied ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Changbin is referred to as Binnie, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Bunny, My Jewel, My Treasure ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

You were his precious jewel, he’d always say - his precious jewel that was worth more than all of the treasure in his horde; he could lose all of those precious gemstones and gold without batting an eye, but if he lost you he would burn the world to the ground with no hesitation.

“Show me.”

Your face burned as you laid before him on a sea of pillows and blankets, the thin silk of your nightgown covering your form like wrapping paper over a gift. “Binnie, really?”

“You know how this goes, bunny,” his voice was low, fiery eyes boring into your own, “don’t play shy, we’ve done this before.”

It was in his nature to make sure his treasures were kept as clean as possible; polished and shined to reflect their value in the most obvious of ways, and as his jewel, this nature applied to you, too.

As his jewel, you were to be treated with the same care as the other jewels in his collection - even if the process was slightly different.

You shifted, watching as his sharp gaze dropped to the spaghetti strap of your gown as it slid down the curve of your shoulder - undoubtedly making you look more like helpless prey trapped in the dragon’s den.

“Either you do it,” he knelt at your feet, shirtless, hands crawling up to wrap around your ankles, “or I do it for you.”

That small touch was enough to elicit a whimper from the back of your throat, your head moving in a weak nod as your hands slid to the hem of your nightgown.

Taking the cream colored silk into your hands, you slid it up the expanse of your thighs slowly, eyes intent on watching his own as more skin was revealed to him. You shifted your hips to help the rest of the fabric pass from underneath your ass before stopping at your waist.

Changbin loosened his grip on your ankles as you shuffled your feet outward - your knees remaining knocked together much to his dismay, but he held his composure to let you move at your own teasing pace.

Chest rising in a small breath, you let your knees slowly part, goosebumps rising along your skin as the cool air mingled with the warmth of your now exposed pussy - pantiless and free for his viewing pleasure.

“There she is.”

He wasted no time in pushing your legs further apart to allow more room for his muscular shoulders, lips making quick work in pressing light kisses down the inside of your right thigh before mirroring the same to your left - the intensity growing the closer he got to where he craved the most.

“Changbin!” The whine of embarrassment in your voice wasn’t lost upon him, judging from the way he squeezed the outside of your thighs before sliding them to the insides.

“Look at you,” he sighed softly, awe settling in his tone as he looked at your cunt as if it were the first time he’d ever seen you - it never got old to him, and it never would.

His thumbs went to your outer labia, gently spreading them to reveal your vagina fully; cute clit begging for his lips to wrap around it, while your inner labia glistened with arousal from your opening.

“So messy already - don’t worry, Binnie will get you all cleaned up.”

You barely had a chance to register his words - as if he was actually regarding you in this moment - before his head dove between your legs, warm tongue eagerly dipping past your walls for a taste of your arousal before journeying up to trace circles around your clit.

Your body jolted against the soft pillows, his forwardness sending your mind into a spiral as your fingers tightened around the bunched up gown. “Oh- Oh my god-”

He pulled away with a lewd slurp, panting lightly against your cunt, “So fucking delicious, as always,” teasing the tip of his tongue along your walls, he hummed, “tight… Is Binnie gonna have to teach you how to stretch on his cock again? Surely it hasn’t been that long since I’ve had you, my jewel.”

It hasn't - It’s barely been three full nights, but to him, that’s three nights too many.

Your opportunity to speak was stolen from you yet again at the feeling of his right hand dipping down to where his tongue was currently teasing you open, your arousal catching onto the pads while he laved spit along his middle and ring fingers in preparation.

“This should help you remember, bunny - can never be too thorough with these inspections, gotta make sure you’ve been taken care of inside and out.”

With no further delay, he slowly pushed his thick fingers inside of you to the first knuckle, reveling in the shivering moan that floated past your lips as your hips lifted in efforts of getting him to give you more.

“Binnie…”

He chuckled lowly, your cunt attempting to suck his fingers in further, admiring the flutter of your walls as he curled them upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion before pulling them out to spread your arousal over your clit, “So shiny, don’t even need a polish, hm?”

His fingers traveled south once more, slipping into your cunt and spreading ever so slightly to expose more of your entrance to him before he dipped his head - a sharp gasp catching in your throat.

If there was one thing you quickly learned about dragon shifters, it was the point that their tongues were something of a marvel; long, thick, and easily maneuverable inside of someone - and one thing you learned about Changbin, was the point that he loved fucking you with his tongue, almost as much as his cock.

His free arm draped across your abdomen to hold you in place as his tongue explored the far reaches of your pussy, writhing and sliding against you in ways that made your eyes roll back - slack jawed and officially ruined.

“O-Oh- C-Changbin- Binnie, fuck!”

Your hands abandoned their death grip on your nightgown in favor of tangling themselves in the thick black curls on top of his head - both in an effort to hold on for dear life, and to keep him flush against your cunt, as if he would ever dare to leave it.

He moaned against you, each ragged inhale bringing more of your musk into his senses as his tongue collected every drop of you - sweet, savory, heady, he often wondered how he was able to live his life without your taste before.

It wasn’t long before he could feel the telltale pulsing of your walls around his tongue, the grip on his head getting tighter as your legs began to tremble.

“C-Close- Binnie, ‘m close!”

A swell of pride bloomed in his chest as he brought his hand up to rub quick, tight circles around your clit with his thumb, eager to have you coming undone around his tongue in record time.

Your thighs shook around his head, broken moans splitting your bated pants as your climax coiled in your abdomen before snapping with a well timed flick of his tongue deep inside of you.

You came with a cry of his name - at least, you hoped the sound you made resembled his name as your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you rode his tongue through each earth shattering wave.

The way his tongue slid out of you before you had the chance to fully come down had you tugging at his roots, trying in vain to get him back where you needed him - trying to gain control over the situation.

That is, until the large hand that was pressing at your lower stomach slid down to easily wrap around both wrists, wrenching your fingers free from his hair with a barely hidden snarl.

Two seconds, one inhale - that’s all you had before the warmth of his body was torn from between your legs, and a strong pressure gripped your hips before you were unceremoniously flipped onto your stomach in one go; your hips hiked up and your nightgown slipping toward your shoulder blades.

“Ah- shit! Baby, a warning-”

The words died on your tongue, giving birth to a moan instead as he spread your ass cheeks; his blazing eyes focusing in on the way your cum dripped toward your clit with the change of angle.

“So… So shiny,” he breathed, basking in the aftershocks of your pussy fluttering around nothing, “shiny, and pretty, and mine - my treasure, my jewel, all mine.”

Changbin used the tip of his tongue to spread your cum around your puffy clit, circling in a figure eight to make a trail up your entrance, across your perineum, and slicking up the tight rim of your asshole.

You gasped hotly, fisting an extremely soft blanket as you propped your cheek against a pillow, “C-Changbin?”

“Gonna make you shinier,” his breath was warm against the curve of your ass, your pussy clenching as if you weren’t just given a mind numbing orgasm already, “just for me - only for me, my jewel.”

His jewel, his precious treasure - he loved you more than all the gold in the mines, all the gems in the earth, and he would make sure you shined as evidence of his burning love.

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foxyanon · 17 days

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Convincingly Human: Part 1

Summary: Sihtric moves to Coocham and meets an interesting woman with a secret. Takes place between Season 2 and Season 3.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: creature death by fire

Word Count: 2208

Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

He had moved to Coocham with Uhtred and the rest of the men, finally settling down after all the events following Beamfleot. Even though his lord had denied his request to marry so he may start a family, after everything that happened, he was just a bit relieved. He wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t until after the battle when he realized he wasn’t quite ready for that chapter of his life. At least, that is what he thought until he met her many moons after he settled into his own home.

The first time he had seen her, he was completely taken back by her beauty. Stunning would be an understatement of a word to describe her, a sentiment shared by many of the men in Coocham. She only ever visited the market once a week, purchasing supplies before leaving Coocham once more to wherever she went. Sihtric was enamored immediately, not letting the teasing and jests of his friends stop him from attempting to pursue her. He learned she didn’t live in town from the baker’s wife, apparently choosing to remain separated from society but for what reason no one could say. The day he finally gathered up the courage to approach her was one he’ll remember fondly, the way she spoke to him with genuine kindness and the way she said his name after introducing herself had his palms sweating from the nerves. It wasn’t until she practically floated away at the end of their brief interaction that he realized there was far more to her than meets the eye.

After that day, he started watching her far more closely, noting the way she carried herself with a confidence even Uhtred could not match and moved unnaturally gracefully. Her skin was flawless, not such much as even a freckle on her face. Her teeth were pearly white and straight, something he had never seen before. There were no scars or calluses on her hands, no dirty nails or even dirt on her. She was easily the cleanest woman he had ever seen, no dirt or dust on her clothes and not a hair out of place from her simple styles. In truth, she was perfect. Too perfect.

He tried bringing it up to Finan and Osferth a week later, but they brushed him off and said he shouldn’t look too far into it, both of them more concerned with enjoying the relative peace they were afforded for the time. He didn’t wish to bother Uhtred with his concerns, since he was busy with his own duties and his family. No one else was willing to hear his words on the matter and instead, he figured that he was the only one who noticed that there was something off about this woman.

It took a few months of observing and getting nowhere, so he finally decided to ask her to join him for a drink at the ale house. Perhaps if she had a little alcohol in her system, she would slip up and Sihtric would see beyond the illusion that surrounded her. Was it the proper thing to do? No, but he was too scared to ask her outright in the event he offended her and something in her demeanor warned him not to do that. When she agreed to join him that evening, he won’t deny the sheer joy he felt at the possibility of spending more than just a few moments in her presence made him forget the whole reason he asked in the first place.

The evening passed by smoothly, ale flowing and conversation moving at just the right pace, but she didn’t show any signs of being affected at all. Sihtric was dumbfounded, she had matched him mug for mug and didn’t so much as even slur a single word. The ale house was warm from all the bodies occupying the hall, and even though he was starting to sweat from heat, she seemed completely unphased by it. Gods, her face wasn’t even flushed, but no one else noticed since they were too deep in their cups or focused on their lovers.

At one point, the ale house was so loud he leaned closer to her he could say something to her only for the most potent and intoxicating scent radiating off her skin to overwhelm his senses. It was rich and smoky, slightly sweet and altogether not entirely unpleasant. He groaned softly before catching himself, his eyes locking with hers as she gave him a knowing grin. Sihtric flushed with embarrassment, clearing his throat and downing the rest of his drink and forgetting what he was doing, once again. Every time he spoke, she gave him her undivided attention and when the torch light flickered against her eyes, he swore they appeared almost serpentine and glowed with an inner fire, but when he blinked they were normal once more. He thought maybe his ale addled mind was playing tricks on him, but something in the way she smiled at him told him otherwise.

That night, after having said goodbye and parting ways, Sihtric didn’t sleep a wink as he mulled over every interaction with her. He thought himself to exhaustion, thinking how she remained a mystery even after an entire evening spent with her. She looked and acted human, but only on the surface. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, refusing to believe she was something more on just blind faith. Maybe Finan and Osferth were right, he shouldn’t look too far into it, lest he find an answer he isn’t ready for. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was that he should just accept this was something he was not meant to know.

Rumors from traveling merchants had the whole of Coocham abuzz, stories of some beasts lurking within the woods and preying on the unsuspecting along the roads setting Sihtric on edge. He wasn’t completely oblivious to the rumors that unnatural creatures lurked within the forests at night, but his fear was less for himself and more for his pretty lady. He knew she lived out there alone and even if she was more than a little strange, he worried for her safety against those monsters. When he saw her next, he pulled her off to the side, wanting her to stay in town with him for the time but she refused.

”Please, my lady. It is not safe for you to be alone out there, the stories from travelers worsen everyday. Is there nothing I can say to convince you to stay in town?” He all but pleaded with her, staring into her enchanting eyes and hoping she would see reason.

“I promise you Sihtric, I will be fine. There is nothing out there that will harm me, trust me. Your concern for me is touching and I do appreciate it, but it is wholly unnecessary,” was her response before she glided off once more, leaving him at a loss for words.

He ran his hand down his face after she had left, thinking of how he could ensure her safety before deciding to do something impulsive. If she wouldn’t stay with him, then maybe he could keep an eye on her out there. Which is exactly what he would do, loading his horse with supplies for a day or two after informing Uhtred he was going to look into the rumors of these beasts. It wasn’t a complete lie, but he knew his lord wouldn’t just let him leave if he said he wanted to check in on a random woman. Finan gave him a knowing look, but he knew better than to try and stop the Dane when he had that determined look in his eye.

So, here he was, riding out towards where he guessed his mysterious lady lived as the sun began its descent in the early afternoon. It was foolish and reckless, but he was a warrior and had no fear facing that which goes bump in the night. He set up camp in a clearing after having wandered for some time, the sky varying shades of purple and blue as the sun sank low on the horizon, having not had luck finding where she might live. Normally, the sounds of the night didn’t bother him but this night was different. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and he was consciously aware that he was alone out here, the moonlight casting its pale glow on the wildflowers that grew among the grass. He fell into an uneasy sleep in his bedroll, the fire dying down and the chill of the night slowly creeping into his furs.

A low growl woke him from his fitful sleep, his eyes snapping open as he saw the unmistakable yellow eyes of a werewolf staring back at him. The large beast was on all fours, saliva dripping from its open mouth and teeth gleaming in the moonlight. The two stared at each other, Sihtric cursing himself internally for not having packed a silver blade in his haste to leave Coocham as he wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword, preparing for a fight he may not win. He knew the only way to land even a blow would come from the element of surprise and well timed dodging, as there was no way he would move faster or be stronger than werewolf. For a beat, they merely looked at each other before the wolf launched himself at Sihtric, the latter dodging at the last moment and bringing his blade down to slash at the torso. He managed to slice a shallow cut, only serving to anger the creature much to his chagrin. The feral and now pissed werewolf backhanded Sihtric in the stomach, effectively throwing him several feet away from the small camp and knocking the wind out of him as his sword was flung from his grasp.

Just as Sihtric’s vision cleared slightly, the beast was on him, pinning him down with its large paws and snarling in his face. His hands came up to push against the creature's chest, pouring every ounce of his strength into fighting it off. Before the wolf could make the final kill, a loud roar filled the air before the ground shook and a massive dragon landed harshly not far from the fighting pair. The wolf seemed to be distracted by the newest arrival, giving Sihtric the opportunity to wiggle out from under it as the dragon slowly advanced on them, a deep rumble escaping its maw. He stared at the mythical creature, feeling light headed from both the fight and the realization that such a being existed. Sure he had heard stories, but they were supposed to be just that, stories.

The two supernatural entities growled and snarled at each other, the werewolf clearly not wanting to fight but angered its meal was interrupted. Sihtric tried to slowly make his way to his blade, giving the creatures a wide berth while keeping his eyes on them. He was breathing heavy and moving slow, the adrenaline beginning to wear off and the pain of his injuries making themselves known. No sooner than he had his sword in hand did the dragon roar lowly once more, a warning for the wolf to leave or else. Seeming to consider its options, its yellowed gaze switching between Sihtric and the scaled beast before deciding to try its luck at getting Sihtric. A foolish choice, and its last.

Before the werewolf made a bound in his direction, scorching hot fire poured from the mouth of the dragon and engulfed the werewolf. The smell of burning flush and the sound of crying wolf overwhelmed Sihtric’s already sensitive senses, and his vision blurred at the edges as he turned away and proceeded to hurl the contents of his stomach onto the barely lit ground. He used his sword as a makeshift cane as he dropped to his knees, the familiar feeling of the hilt grounding him in his rapidly shifting reality. He turned his head and looked at the dragon, who was already watching him closely. He may have imagined it, but he could swear the damned thing looked concerned for him. He had no fight left in him, a look of acceptance for his inevitable death crossing his face as he hoped the dragon would make it quick.

Naturally, this night would only get weirder for him as the beast walked a bit closer before its scales started to twist and fold in on itself, shrinking in size until the unmistakable look of human legs and arms appeared as it shifted into its mortal form. The wings wrapped around the now human, scales disappearing beneath skin as it walked closer, the face of the dragon morphing into a face Sihtric knew all too well. Horns slowly shrank into her skull and as leathery wings forced their way back into her skin between her shoulder blades. Sihtric’s vision blurred once more as the blood rushed to his head, the last thing he saw before fainting entirely being the face of the woman he had been out here for, her bare arms catching him before his head hit the ground.

Tagging: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama @mrsarnasdelicious @synintheraven

@zaldritzosrose @alexagirlie @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @fallingintoyourlilaceyes

#sihtric kjartansson #sihtric x reader #dragon shifter!reader #sihtric

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otakugoddes · 3 months

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Barbarian Prince Katsuki and Dragon Shifter Ejiro on a quest to prove that he's ready to become king to his parents by searching for a sacred treasure of the ultimate Dragon. In comes famous Adventurer Reader with massive experience in finding rare objects, who tries to swipe the last tidbit of a map to finding this treasure.

They are quite adept at holding off Katsuki who catches them, until sweetie pie wizard Ochaco binds them together with a spell that can only fade after they find it together.

Cue unwilling Reader and Katsuki along with Ejiro trekking through the woods together to find said sacred treasure. Feelings ensure, a dash of angst, danger and dragons.

#barbarian bakugo x reader #barbarian katsuki bakugo x reader #Barbarian Bakugo Katsuki #Bakugo Katsuki x reader #Mha x reader #Bnha x reader #Dragon shifter Ejiro Kirishima

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m-jelly · 7 months

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OH MY GOODNESS

The dragon hybrid Levi was sooooo good I read it like 20 times, and I was wondering if you can make one we’re the reader is very pregnant and dragon Levi is soooooo protective, and maybe they would live in a nest or a cave of some sort, and pregnant reader decides to take a bath in the water fall near there nest and some wild animal or men who are like scavengers of something try to kidnap her or eat her and dragon Levi swoops in

I’m so sorry that was sooo much lmao, you don’t have to write I just thought it was a good idea

Just changing this a little bit anon, hope you don't mind.

@ladycheesington <3

Most precious treasures

Levi x fem reader

Hybrid Levi, dragon Levi, pregnant reader, romance, fluff, married, drama, reader is attacked, Levi to the rescue, mentions of blood.

You leave Levi to sleep in your large bed in the castle on the mountain to go to a little shop. Your maid and a knight join you to keep you safe while making the trip to the town, but your carriage is attacked. You try to fight back, but you have to be careful because you're pregnant. When you think it is too late, your husband comes swooping in and saves you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

You placed a few loving kisses on Levi's face as he lightly slept in your massive bed. The two of you had explored each other's bodies all night, so Levi was a little tired and so were you but you wanted to go shopping to get him a gift. The deep sleepy growl that came from Levi was electrifying to you.

He lifted his head a little and gazed at you. "My precious gem, good morning."

"Morning."

He reached over and massaged your thigh. "I thought I exhausted you."

You hummed a laugh. "You did, but I have pregnant lady energy."

He kissed your six month belly. "You're incredible."

"Thank you. Anyway, I'm off out now."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "You're leaving me?"

You slipped out of bed before he dragged you back in. "I'm just going shopping for a bit, that's all. I will take my maid and a knight with me."

He pouted a little. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

He reached over and touched your necklace. "Good, you have this still."

You blushed. "Of course."

He nodded and kissed you. "If anything happens, just bite down on this."

"Promise!" You hurried to the door and waved. "Love you!"

"I love you too. I'll keep the bed warm for us."

You blew him a kiss. "Perfect."

The castle was lively with the staff moving around and preparing it for a baby. It was sweet how excited the staff were to welcome a little life into the castle and so they were babyproofing everything. A lot of people were scared of Levi's castle on the mountain, but after you entered his life people softened to him and asked him for help and let him help.

You climbed into your carriage and sat opposite your maid. "What a lovely day. The winter air is crisp and the fog is so light."

Cali, your maid, looked out the carriage with a gentle smile. "It's so lovely."

You rubbed your belly as your baby moved. "Mm."

"Everything okay?"

You nodded. "They're moving a lot." You looked at Cali. "I'll be okay. I think they're just excited." You fell off the seat when something slammed into the carriage. "Ow."

Cali helped you to sit on the floor before leaning out the window. "Sir George?" She gasped when she saw him fighting bandits. "Sir George!"

You grabbed Cali and yanked her inside just as a sword slammed against the window. "Careful!"

The carriage filled with Cali's screams and the smell of blood and mud. Hearts raced as the carriage moved faster down the path until it felt like no one was in control and the horses were just blindly running. A loud thud from boots was heard on the carriage followed by walking and another thud.

The carriage came to a stop and the only thing you could hear was boots moving in mud and your racing heart. With a shaky hand, you reached up and grabbed your necklace. You raised the stone and went to bite down, but the door was yanked open and a bandit with a scar-covered face grinned at you.

The man grabbed you and yanked you out of the carriage as Cali screamed for you. "This one will be worth a lot of money fellas! She's pregnant too." He threw you to the ground. "Seeing the markings on her carriage, it seems she's fucking a dragon man. Her baby is a mix! We're fucking rich!"

You glared at him. "You're all fucked."

He laughed. "What you gonna do? You're weak."

You lifted your necklace and smirked. "My husband will rip you to pieces." You bit down on the stone causing a burst of magic.

The bandit stumbled backwards. "Shit. You stupid bitch!"

You crawled backwards as he stormed towards you. "He'll rip you apart! My husband is the dragon lord Levi Ackerman."

He raised his sword in the air. "You're lying! He would never love another!" His eyes widened when the top of his arm holding the sword dropped to the floor in front of him. He lowered his arm down to see it'd been cut clean off. He held the end near the cut before screaming. "My arm!"

Levi flew past and sliced the bandit's neck clean open. He landed and snarled at the bandits left as blood flowed out of the leader's neck. "My precious gem? Close your eyes for me."

You covered your eyes. "Yes, Levi." You focused on your baby moving in you instead of the screams and cries of your husband killing people. A gentle touch on your hands covering your eyes made you flinch a little, but you then recognised the tough. "Levi."

Levi pulled your hands away and grinned. "Hello, my precious gem. Shall we go home?"

"Yes, please. Are Sir George and Cali okay?"

He cupped your face and kissed you. "Yes, they're okay and I will take them to the castle. I must take you first." He scooped you up into his arms. "Hold on tightly."

You squealed as Levi flew fast to the castle. "So fast."

He flew onto the balcony of your room and carried you inside. He sat you on the bed and kissed your forehead. "I'll be right back, my love."

"Okay." You waited for him to fly off before removing your clothes and climbing into the always full and hot pool bath. "Mm." You scrubbed the dirt, blood and aches away. "Better."

"Love?" Levi hurried around the bedroom. "Loooove?"

"In the bath!"

He raced into the bathroom and sighed. "I was worried."

You leaned on the side of the pool. "Sorry, but I needed to clean. Did you get Cali and Sir George?"

He stripped fully and climbed into the water. "They are here and being tended to." He wrapped his arms around you. "I'm so sorry you were attacked on my lands."

"It's okay." You reached up and gripped his arm. "You can't get rid of all bad people. Plus, I'm sure they were ventured into your land because they heard there were dragons taking lovers here."

He kissed your neck. "Possibly. Our love story is well known."

You hummed a laugh. "It is."

"Are you and the baby safe? Are you both well?"

"Yes." You closed your eyes and relaxed against Levi. "I'm perfectly fine thanks to you." You turned your head. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed you and purred against your lips. "I'll always protect you and come running."

You smirked. "You're gonna keep my locked up here for a few days, aren't you?"

He smirked a little. "Maybe."

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Not the Only One (Fantasy AU)- Pt2

Dragon Kirishima x Dragon Reader

Context: After freeing you from dragon hunters, you and Kirishima grow closer and he finally decides that it's time to make you his.

Warning: SMUT! AFAB reader, fingering (f receiving), breeding kink, language, FLUFF

Your eyes opened slowly as you adjusted to your surroundings. You slowly lifted your head up from the bed of soft pelts and furs you were sleeping on. A heavy fur blanket was over you. You looked around as you sat up slowly. You were in a large tent that was currently unoccupied other than you. It had many things around it, you were in a more secluded side of the tent, angled away from everything.

You were going to go and investigate when something drew your attention away. Entering the tent was Kirishima. He held two bowls in hand. The large male dragon shifter rolled his shoulders as he walked. He had to bend his head to get inside due to the horns that sat on his head. He moved deeper into the tent when his eyes strayed over to you. His figure perked up once he saw you awake. He smiled broadly. “Hey!” He moved towards you slowly.

You were going to back away from him but then you halted your movements. You remembered him. The dragon male that saved you. Kirishima stopped in his tracks. By reading your movements and your facial expression, he could tell you were still hesitant, and he couldn't blame you. He bent down, his pupils expanding slowly as he moved closer towards you. He walked slowly, crouching down to your level. You watched him carefully. You could tell that he meant no harm at all to you. He handed you a bowl with a spoon carefully into your hands. You sat up properly and looked down at the bowl. It was soup, still very warm by the steam that rose from it.

Kirishima carefully sat down outside the array of soft material that made his bed that you were currently sleeping in, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You had slept through the whole day and with it finally being dinner, he was glad you woke up on your own so that you could eat something.

He crossed his legs as he watched you sniff at the bowl. He chuckled. He let out a gruff to catch your attention. He took the spoon in his hand, showing you what to do. He took a scoop and lifted it to his mouth. He motioned for you to try. You followed what he did, lifting the hot substance to your lips and not caring for the temperature. Dragons preferred their food burning anyways. You ate it and your eyes grew at the taste of cooked seasoned food. You started to viciously eat the soup. Not caring about how messy you were eating.

Kirishima laughed. “I’m glad you like it. The cooks would be glad to find someone who likes their cooking so much.” He ate alongside you, not as excited as you however but he was always hungry. “I guess you haven’t been in your human form for a long time, huh…” He spoke as he spectated you. Most of your body was still wrapped in fur blankets as to hide your naked form underneath. Kirishima looked down at his bowl. “I can remember a time where I was just like you.” He voiced out, not entirely meaning to tell you a story. He wasn’t even sure if you could understand the language he was speaking in but he kept talking anyways. Unbeknownst to him, you had slowed down your practical inhalation of food to listen to him. “I was being hunted in my hybrid form. Hunters had been tracking me for days and I was practically on death’s door. That’s when the king found me, and he saved me. He helped me get back to my full strength even when I could barely communicate with him, still trying to regain my speech back. I owe him my life.” He looked up to find you leaned forward, listening to his story intently. Your eyes locked onto his form as you listened as best as you could. His eyes widened. He pointed a finger towards himself. “Can you understand me?” He asked.

For a moment you didn’t give him an answer but then you slowly nodded your head. You pointed a finger towards him. “Ei… Eiji… Eijiro.” You tried to pronounce his name. It was a bit slurred, but it was undoubtedly his.

Kirishima’s eyes lit up at that. He moved closer to you. He nodded his head. “Yes!” He exclaimed. He gave you a happy dragon chuft to communicate to you on a deeper level. “Yes, that’s me.” He put down his bowl and took your free hand. He placed it against his chest, where his heart was. He didn’t get cold fast so his opened sleeveless denim jacket suited him just fine. You could feel his beating heart under your palm. His chest ran hot under your hands, the thick warm skin of a dragon. You could almost feel the flames that resided in his heart. He stared down at you intently, pupils wide. “Eijiro. Eijiro Kirishima.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes. Their warm and expansive colour of a deep ruby red, more magenta than that of blood made you almost feel the pure strength and unhindered flames that he carried. You pulled your hand, but just when he thought you were going to return it back to your lap, you snatched his hand that was previously holding yours. You pulled his big hand closer to you roughly, making him bend slightly to get closer to you. You moved the blankets a bit on your chest and placed his hand right over your own heart. You stared at him with the same big-eyed stare he gave you. “Y/N.” You stuttered out your name. You tried pressing his hand closer. “Y/N.” You reiterated for him.

“T-that’s… that’s your name? Y/N?” He asked shocked. Even though he had told you his name before, you had sort of passed out before he could ask you yours.

You nodded your head adamantly. “Y/N.”

Kirishima let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. He took the bowl out of your hand making you frown. Before you could growl at him in anger, you were tackled back down onto your back. You let out a surprised yelp at the affection. Kirishima nuzzled your neck, a dragon purr moving through his body. The action made you laugh at how ticklish it was, as the soft locks of his hair brushed against your skin. He held your body close to his, overwhelmed with excitement and joy. Once he was satisfied, he looked down at you with those bright red eyes of his. You looked up at him with a tilt of your head. You understood his affection and excitement. You rubbed your nose against his, reciprocating. Kirishima was stunned for a moment, he scoffed but his smile broadened. “My beautiful draikana.” He rumbled out of his chest. “We’re together now. It’s me and you. Y/N and Eijiro.”

Kirishima was safely enamoured by you. Everything you did, everything about you, had him grinning like a lovesick idiot and looking at you with hearts in his eyes. Once you had found your barring, Kirishima introduced you to the Bakusquad. They were all very excited to meet you, especially Mina who had some dragon blood in her too, she wasn’t a full blood like you and Kirishima but enough for you to recognise her as one of you.

Bakugou found the two of you like two excited puppies. Just when he thought he had to look after one, now there were two of you. But with the way Kirishima was so happy, Bakugou couldn’t dislike you even if he wanted to. Besides it was like training Kirishima all over again. They had to teach you how to speak again, how not to attack the chickens whenever they passed by you (Kirishima once placed a chick in his mouth whole, Bakugou had to wrench the poor baby chicken out of his jaws). Also, how to interact with people and not just sniff at them. It was a rather fun experience for the Bakusquad again.

What really made Bakugou approve of you was when Deku was visiting the Barbarian camp and you lit Deku’s cape on fire when you sneezed. The demigod was thoroughly freaked out for a second, but you all quickly helped him to get the fire off his cape. Albeit you setting his cape on fire was accidental, but Bakugou wouldn’t stop boasting about it. It made Kirishima glad that his best friend took a liking to you too.

After a few short months, you easily found your own place in the tribe of barbarians. You often stayed in their camp while the squad went out on their missions with Bakugou and other warriors. You didn’t like all the fighting and just wanted to enjoy life now in peace. Kirishima was, although he didn’t want to admit it, extremely glad for that. He had just found you and he didn’t want to put you in anymore danger.

The two of you were as close as any couple there, although you weren’t actually a couple just yet. You were patiently waiting for the redhead to start courting you. You had given him all the signs that you were interested in him. All the tale-old draikana signs to show a drake that you were willing to court. You gave brought kills for him (much to some of the non-barbarians in the tribe’s horror but Kirishima was in awe of your hunting skills), you stuck close to him, rubbing your scent on him whenever he left or commenting on how nice of a home he has and how nice it was for him to let you stay. You did everything you could remember and everything your instincts told of you, but the thick-headed himbo drake that Kirishima was…

he didn’t know how to reciprocate it.

“I’m hopeless!” Kirishima exclaimed as he dropped his head onto the table. The squad was all at Bakugou’s place (much to the blond’s distaste). Kirishima wallowed in sadness an upset whine going through him.

Sero sat next to him and rubbed his friend’s back in sympathy. “It’s okay man, how about you just talk to her?” He suggested.

Mina shook her head. “Nah, he can’t do that.” She sat near the fire, leaned back in her chair. Her hands joined supporting her behind her head. “Dragons court in a specific manner. She could find it rather offensive if he doesn’t court her properly.” She pointed out. Kirishima grumbled as he slumped deeper into his hole of despair. “Worst part is mating season is coming up.” She pointed out. “She might be more sensitive to courting manners right now.”

Bakugou groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He brought his hands over his eyes with a sigh. “My dragon is going to be out of commission for a whole two weeks!” He pointed out annoyed. Barbarians, even though being extremely close to dragonkin, didn’t have enough fire in their hearts and blood in their veins to be considered dragons. However, most of barbarians if not all of them, praised and worshiped the dragons and their sovereignty over man and all beasts. Bakugou, however, was always a bit… different compared to his kind. Having ‘tamed’ Kirishima, the last one of the dragonkin known before there was you. Bakugou sat back up straight with a glare. “Fuck it. Eijiro, stop sulking!” He pointed to the redhead. Kirishima raised his head, his big candy apple eyes looking at the blond with a sad puppy dog look. “Go get that draikana the prettiest gem in your hoard, and court her, before I cut your damn fucking tail off!”

“Yah Eij!” Denki chirped in supportively. Denki threw his arm over his bulky part reptilian friend. “Who’s the man?” He asked.

Kirishima looked over at the electric blond. “I’m the man?” He asked still sounding sad.

“Yes, you are!” Denki affirmed. “What are you going to do?”

“Get a gem.”

“Then what?”

“Court her?”

“Yes! Then what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re going to fuck her into next week Tuesday, that’s what!”

“KATSUKI!” Everyone shouted at the vulgar blond.

Mina shook her head in dismay at the blond. “Barbarians.” She rolled her eyes.

“What?” Bakugou looked at them all confused on what he had said wrong. “It works with barbarian women.”

Denki opened his mouth to object but he couldn’t find the other blond male to be wrong. He shrugged. “He’s got a point.” Denki said. Denki placed his hands on Kirishima’s shoulders and shook him gently. “Now wipe that sad look off your face and go get your draikana! How hard can courting a dragon be?” Kirishima, Mina and Bakugou looked at him with a raised eyebrow each.

“Eijiro.” You giggled. “Where are we going?” You asked him.

Kirishima had your eyes covered with his big hands as he led you away from the village. The two of you walked through the forestry moving up the landscape. You wondered where he was taking you and why, but he wouldn’t budge, no matter how much begging and bargaining you did. He shook his head, despite knowing you couldn’t see it. “We’re almost there, darling. Just wait a few more moments.” He told you. You frowned at still being withheld information but complied.

To say that Kirishima was nervous would be an understatement. He was so scared that what he had for you wouldn’t be enough, that maybe you would hate it but as soon as those thoughts entered his head, he made them disappear. He couldn’t think that way. He knew you and if he knew anything about you, it was that you liked him too.

Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Finally, the two of you stopped at the designated location he had. He moved his hands off your eyes, but you still had them closed. He temporarily let go of you to stand in front of you. “Okay... Now... Open.” You opened your eyes.

Your eyes widened in wonder at the place you were in. You were in a cave, the deepest part of it, by the looks of it but it wasn’t just any cave. It was a dragon’s den. You felt the feeling of nostalgia and memories flood you. Memories of being a hatchling and being in a den similar to this one, your hoard living together in the safety of a den, always returning to it. Warm bodies piled onto one another with expansive wings protecting you and all the younger ones.

Tears sprung to your eyes unintentionally as you looked around. There was a warm fire near the huge expansive area of soft pillows blankets furs and more. Close to the back was a pile of treasure, all shiny and glinting from the fire. Although what really struck you were the walls. The walls were marked with drakonic words only you would understand as more than just scratches. Stories of your people and all their expansive glory put on the walls. Drawings of dragons high in the sky with fires so hot they could melt mountains and tales of a time were baby dragons trampled and ran on the earth carefreely with no worry nor fear of danger. You were stunned speechless. In your eyes, it was the most beautiful thing you could see.

When you were finally ready, you looked to Kirishima. He had a soft smile on his face, his hands joined together as he fiddled with his fingers. “Do you like it?” He asked.

Did you like it?

You found that to be a stupid question. You scoffed in disbelief. You nodded your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Of course, I like it.” You told him honestly. Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief. “But,” You sniffed as you looked around. “Who lives here?” You asked. You couldn’t smell anyone other than Kirishima. You didn’t want to be trespassing on others dens and territories.

“Well, I was hoping...” Kirishima walked closer to you, he gently took your wrist into his big palm. He pulled out a beautiful sparkling ruby bracelet, making you gasp in surprise. He slipped it carefully around your wrist. Smaller clear jewels surrounding each red stone. Your eyes widened at how shiny it was. “I was hoping that you would live here with me.” Kirishima continued. He tilted your head to look up at him. “You have become my everything Y/N, and I couldn’t think of ever living my life without you by my side. You came into my life by unexpected chance and lit me up from the inside.” He professed to you, his words holding raw emotion and truth in everything he was saying. “I feel as though I am not just living for myself anymore. So... What I’m trying to ask is... will you be mine?” He asked softly, his eyes showing vulnerability to you as he awaited your response.

You smiled up at him, your heart filled with love and adoration for the handsome drake in front of you. From the tips of his red horns to the end of his toes. You placed your hand on his cheek tenderly. “I was, am and forever will be yours, Kirishima Eijiro.” You tell him, your voice coming out quieter than you wanted it to. You stretched up towards his face, pulling him down, your eyes went to his lips. “Now and forever.”

The kiss was soft and tender. It made your thoughts halt and your body start to hum. Kirishima couldn’t think now that he had you up against him. He didn’t want to. Then when his mind finally caught up with his body, you were lowering yourself away from him. Your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at him wanting.

His red soft ruby eyes went dark in desire for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body. His fingers digging into your skin in want. Both your hearts thumped loudly against one another. His head dipped down to your neck, his lips against a tender spot for you. You gripped onto him tighter, hoping, praying he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. “May I...” He breathlessly whispered. “May we...”

You nodded your head with a breathless, “Yes.”

Not needing anything more, Kirishima once again pulled you to kiss him again, now filled with passion and need. His hands on you turned harsh and possessive as they held onto you. He needed you, wanted you, had to have you, in every way. You melted into his hold letting him take the lead as he held onto you. Your bodies trying to get impossibly closer to one another. You released a whine from the back of your throat, wanting more. Kirishima chuckled in a reply.

He led the two of you down into the soft blankets and pillows. Your body on top of his. You backed away from his lips needing air. Your body was starting to feel hot and your rationality and thoughts slipping away from you. Instinctively you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. Your body was moving on its own according, moving out of instinct and what felt good. What felt right. Kirishima’s large hands took purchase on your hips, moving your hips down against him. The moment you felt the pressure you gasped. You both hissed at the friction but craving more. He brought his mouth to your neck and started to suck and lick, leaving marks.

There was something driving you that you couldn’t expresses. A deep and innate desire to be close to him. One with him. Something more primal and animalistic than you could ever truly understand in the moment and heat of it all. Heat. That’s what you were feeling. The bubbling burning fire of hope and the need to mate that was thriving inside of you. You had never felt it this intense out of mating season.

Your hands threaded through his bright crimson hair, being careful of his horns, earning a groan from the male as he held your hips tighter. Your hips ground down against him, craving more friction and pressure. You tightened your thighs around him. A whine escaped you as you tried to focus on moving your hips faster. Fire coursed through your veins as you keened, trying to bring him closer to you. His skin against yours burned and yet gave you solace like no other.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you ground against him, your sex aching. You were already wet for him, dripping for him. You wanted him so badly. You whined. “Eijiro.” You brought your head to the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against sensitive scales. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. “I need you. Please.” You begged.

In a fluid motion, Kirishima had you on your stomach. You gasped as you were brought to present before him. Your ass up in the air and your chest down in the soft blankets. You turned your head back to look at him. The dragon was on his knees behind you. He tore at your bottoms finding them annoying and in his way. Finally, he could see your aching and twitching sex in all its glory. He hadn’t done anything truly and yet here you were already waiting for him.

Kirishima growled, his pupils expanding more. You could see him start to lose rationality and give way to the beast that was chained behind his eyes. “Wet.” He stuck a finger inside of you causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. You gripped the blankets under you and braced yourself. His thick finger moved in and out of you, slowly but surely.

You tensed at the feeling but soon relaxed. Relief washed over your body slightly at the feeling of finally having something inside you. It calmed your racing heart for now, and made you mewl in delight. You moaned as you arched your back some more for him to ease his finger into you. He let out a chuft in approval of your actions.

With that he added another finger. He had to make sure you would be able to take him. He didn’t want to hurt you after all, and yet, there was something so forbidden and primal about him wanting to just shove his beastly cock into your entrance. To feel you stretch and forcefully accommodate him in your insides. He knew you were made to take dragon cock, that much was certain, but yet he selfishly wanted to break you on his own. Adding a third finger he focused on the squelching of your sex and the slick dribbling down your thighs.

Oh he would take care of you so nicely. He would hold you so close to him and care for you in everyway possible. Your every need, want and desire would be fulfilled as much as he could satiate them. The two of you were made for each other. You were for each other. And just for such an honour, for such an honour that you have given him for being his mate, Kirishima wants to worship you. Worship your mind, body and soul. Touch you in such a way that together, your hearts would sync and he would hold you like no one will ever hold you.

“Eijiro.” You let out with a mewl. Your pupils blown out in lust and half lidded with desire. His fingers, although caused you an immense amount of pleasure, they weren’t enough. You needed more. You needed so much more. You needed his cock inside you. That’s what you needed. You whined as you tried pushing back against him to get his fingers deeper inside you. “Take me. Breed me. Make me yours.” You begged him as you wiggled your ass to tempt him. The pressure at the bottom of your abdomen becoming too much to bare anymore. It was so uncomfortable, you could almost cry.

He chuckled at your lack of patience. “My draikana can’t wait, it seems.” He teased as he slowly took off his own clothing. “I can’t leave her unsatisfied, can I?” He grinned, his eyes seeming to grow darker by the second.

You nodded your head. You shrug off your own shirt leaving you both naked.

Kirishima flipped you over so that he could properly look at you. He was simply in awe. Everything about you, every roll, voluptuous, flat, or soft part of you, all for him to see. You looked up at him bashfully, with a soft smile on your face. He smiled as he ran his fingers up your thighs and pushed them up so that you could hold them for him. His large hands dug into your flesh and muscle instantly making you release a breath at the tension he dispelled from your legs. You let out a soft whine. His warm body made of warm muscle and glowing sturdy scales caged you under him. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, placing his forehead against yours.

“We’re going to become one, my darling. You and I.” He spoke softly to you.

You nodded your head. You brought one hand to rest at the back of his head to keep him close towards you. You purred at the affection. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

His face broke into a smile. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

With that, you felt the head of his fat cock push against your folds. You tensed slightly but soon relaxed knowing it best. You held him tighter as Kirishima slowly sank down into you making the two of you groan. Your thighs tensing as you greedily accepted him into you. Your head thrown back as you cried out at the stretch. Everything felt so warm yet so right. His thick cock pushing and bullying his way into you, slowly dissipating that aching feeling you had.

Kirishima finally was fully inside you and you released a sigh at the feeling. The beautiful and overwhelming feeling of you having and holding onto him. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned at the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsating and greedily squeezing his cock. You felt so good to him. Perfect for him. It was no surprise to him at all and yet he felt as though he couldn’t even dream of such a feeling. He kept a hand down in the blankets under you and the other holding your hips. With a growl, he shifted out of you, the whites of his eyes turned black.

He moved his hips back before pushing back into you. You moaned gripping some of his red hair at the base of his neck. You whined for more as he slowly moved in and out of you. You were overwhelmed by him. Every sense and every spec of attention, you wanted to give to him and only him. As much as Kirishima wanted to enjoy every second inside of you, he lost way to the dragon inside him. A dragon who finally had a draikana in his arms and would not waste a second at not breeding her. His pace increased making you cry out at the sudden battering feeling of him.

Kirishima let out growls and groans. His pace became merciless as he pounded inside you with need. You cried out your nails scrapping down his back. “Fuck! Eijiro!” You cried out only spurring his movements. His grip on your hip was bruising and unforgiving. He was like an animal in rut, insatiable and consumed by that innate hunger to breed you. You felt the tension in your abdomen start to build. Your legs tightening around him as you felt your oncoming release. “Eijiro! Eijiro! I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” He growled out, and your orgasm wrecked through you. It was harsh and intense, your body stuttering and squeezing him hard.

You arched your back, squeezing your eyes shut as you cried out to the heavens. You held your breath at the comforting warm feeling that spread throughout your body. You finally felt your lungs get air again after the intense mind-numbing feeling. Your body started to jolt and shiver as you realized that the drake over you hadn’t slowed down or stopped in the slightest. You whined but continued to hold him close. His cock head bullied your cervix, making you cry out in overstimulation.

“Eijiro! Inside. Inside, please.” You begged out with tears.

The moans coming from the man above you were like heaven to your ears. His hips snapping to meet yours, his grip on you and on the furs underneath you were harsh and almost tearing. His hair falling at either side of his head as he focused on his own pent-up release. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate. Sweat dripped of his body and gleaming scales of a hungry beast. His mouth gleamed with saliva as he growled down at you. “Mine, all mine. I’m going to breed you so fucking good.” He growled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With one last harsh thrust and his body shuddered as he released inside you. A loud rumble coming from him as he finally had you underneath him, hot copious amounts of cum inside you that only he could give you.

You both stayed put, not wanting to separate in the slightest. You threaded your hands through his hair with a hum. You then noticed that through it all he had conjured his wings. They wrapped around the two of you gently, keeping you safe under him. You chuckled at the sweet gesture. You hummed. “Eijiro.” You whispered. He let out a grunt showing that he was listening. His mind still felt cloudy, and his body still set on keeping you on his cock. “We’re mates.” You said with a happy tone.

That took his attention. He lifted his head to look down at you. You were positively glowing with sweat glinting off of you and a smile on your face. You looked up at him like he gave you everything. He smiled softly and sweetly. He nodded. “We are.” He put a hand to your cheek. You leaned against it and smiled. His sweet candy apple eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in this whole world. Which was true. You were. “We are mates till the great fires of the world spread and consume the world and even after that.”

“After that?”

He nodded. “Even after that.” He placed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears came to his eyes as he felt emotional. “I’m not alone anymore.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt yourself become emotional too. You placed a kiss to his head. “Not anymore.”

-Glitch1d

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colddelusionsheep · 1 year

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Being a dragon rider was your dream. To ride above the clouds like the kings of old. The history books tells of such creatures. Such magnificent creatures that are so large that they block out the moon.

So when the opportunity to reach that dream presented itself. You had no choice but to take it. Yet, you never knew it would feel you with so much regret.

You never knew that it would lead to you being a bird in a golden cage. That the same dragon you claimed would claim you. How was you supposed to know that he was a dragon shifter?

#yandere x reader #yandere dragon #yandere dragon shifter #yandere dragonshifter #yandere monster #yandere idea #yandere writing #yandere story #dragon x reader

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 1 year

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{Dragon shifters au: Kamado sends I-S/o on another dangerous mission that results in her being missing assumed dead, Seeing Kamado’s indifference to his wife’s disappearance causes Ingo to snap he shifts to full Zekrom and starts rampaging, the sky turns an inky black and blue lighting strikes down everything in his path as Ingo’s storm ravages the entirety of Hisui, Everyone gather’s in Galaxy hall to try and figure out a way to stop Ingo’s rampage. Of course Kamado doesn’t believe he’s at fault for anything that’s happening much to everyone’s disgust.]

Kamado: There's got be an explanation for all this!

Lucas, enraged grabs Kamado by the front of his kimono: You want an explanation old man?

Lucas, as he smacks Kamado: {Smack] INGO... [smack] IS... {Smack] PISSED! [smack]

{Luckily Lady Sneasler and Akari find I-S/o alive but unconscious in a cave after an avalanche, they get her out and manage to wake her up and tell her what’s happened while she was gone, they help her get to Ingo and put an end to his rampage.]

#S: family guy #pokemon incorrect quotes #dragon shifter au #dragon submas #warden ingo #zekrom #zekrom! Ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #fem reader #pokemon lucas #pokemon akari #commander kamado #lady sneasler

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missrosegold · 9 months

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Okay, but here me out:

Scorned dragon prince Touya who's been burned before and wants to be left alone.

Unwilling princess reader who has some fire of her own.

I'll leave this here. (I'll be coming back to this later...)

#rose rambles #this idea hit me late last night #i've been thinking about doing a story where dabi is a dragon shifter #and i think i've finally thought of a plot #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x y/n #touya x reader

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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 2 years

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Submas Dragon Shifter au: How he acts when his rut is near.

Mature themes ahead, MINORS DNI

Reshiram! Emmet:

[Afab/Drag king! reader.]

{His rut starts mid to late winter.]

*Emmet gets very hot, and not in a attractive sense. I mean his body give off heat like a furnace and it can get to the point where plastic can start melting if he's nearby! He takes ice baths, hoards fans; keeps the AC cranked up to the highest setting! and it's still not enough to cool Emmet down! Luckily for Y/n (cos thanks to Emmet's boon) they're mostly immune to his temperature rise. He also gets very snappy due to his hormones being wonky!

*Gets veeeery clingy and lays the PDA on thick, when he and Y/n are out in public there will be holding hands hugs from behind, or Emmet will have them sit on his lap while he kisses their neck.

*Leaves hickeys everywhere! He wants people to know Y/n is his and only his to love, This little shit smirks as he watches Y/n fumble and stammer trying to explain the marks to their coworkers.

*Senses are jacked up. He will get a stiffy if Y/n so much as pokes him, he can also smell if their aroused or ovulating... So, good luck! He'd melt an iron door to get to them.

*Gets jealous, very protective, and competitive. Emmet won't care if it's his own brother. Anyone who even thinks they've got a chance with his Y/n is getting their ass charred!

*Veeery horny! as his rut gets closer, Emmet can't control his urges he'll start jacking off almost every ten minutes, but if Y/n is around he'll hug them while rutting against one of their legs crying and begging to be fucked.

{When his rut does come Emmet takes Y/n far out into mountains. (Him and Ingo have a cabin out there.) so they can be alone.]

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Zekrom! Ingo:

{Fem/ Bi reader!}

{His rut starts Early to mid Summer.]

*Ingo gets more...Animated when his rut is approaching his excitement is also coupled with a light static field, he will unintentionally shock people or Pokémon; or overload anything electric. He tends to stay home during this time as he doesn't want to fry the trains or cause a station-wide black out. (Luckily thanks to his boon Y/n is immune to his static charge.) Ingo also tends to over heat during this time, he has the AC in his room running high and shoves ice-packs down his pants and in his shirt in an attempt to cool down.

*Gets clingy and handsy, Usually Ingo tends to shy away from PDA aside from hand-holding or a shy kiss on the cheek. But with him currently thinking with his other head, He's dropped all reservations, he pulls Y/n into tight hugs, kisses her neck or have her sit on his lap, he doesn't care who sees he want's Y/n close to him as possible.

*Ingo is also obsessed with marking Y/n up with hickeys, he's rather proud when he sees Y/n all marked up and flustered, trying to explain what happened to her neck.

*Senses are jacked: He gets hard very easily if Y/n’s hand accidentally brushes against his arm, Than all rationality is thrown out the window! and if it smells like she's turned on or ovulating, oh you better believe Ingo will break through a brick wall to get to her.

*Also gets very Jealous, protective and competitive. He doesn't care who it is, anyone who even looks like their going to try their luck with Y/n, is asking for a zapping! Not even Emmet is safe!

Very horny: Same as his brother, the closer his rut gets. The more Ingo can't control his urges and he will start wanking it to try and quench his thirst, but the second he smells or sees Y/n, Ingo is on her in a second begging her to fuck him.

{When his rut finally comes Ingo will take Y/n out of Nimbasa city, and head out to the twin's cabin in the mountains for two weeks, until his rut is over.]

#pokemon x reader #submas #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #emmet x reader #mature themes #dragon shifter #fem reader #afab s/o #monster x human #dragon x human

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kaidabakugou · 8 months

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♱ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 ♱

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞?

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.

𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH | "PLAYING WITH FIRE" 𖤐

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

♱ — ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪᴢɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟꜱ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴇᴡɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏꜱᴇꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 14TH | "PRIMORDIAL CHAOS" 𖤐

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌! 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

♱ — ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ. ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴍᴀᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴜᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀʟᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 21ST | "DEVIL'S PLAYTHING" 𖤐

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

♱ — ꜱɪɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀꜱᴘʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʟᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 28TH | "THRILL OF THE HUNT" 𖤐

𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔

♱ — ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀʏɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜʟʏ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 31ST | "LUST AT FIRST BITE" 𖤐

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

♱ — ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ’ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛ.

#🕸️—𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑’23 #dragon shifter! kirishima #trueform! sukuna #demon king! bakugou #werewolves! kiribaku #vampire! nanami #kirishima x reader smut #bakugou x reader smut #kiribaku x reader smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #sukuna x reader smut #nanami x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #kinktober #kinktober’23 masterlist #kinktober 2023

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sipsteainanxiety · 1 year

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i was thinking abt how i portray reader & her feelings in holding out and tbh she isnt rly. in love with bkg (yet) LOL. like… he’s a dragon… if anything bkg is the one in love with her 😋 i made her interactions w him v platonic in ch1-2 and things only shifted in ch3 after the basilisk thing bc it made bkg realize how down bad he was heehee. but only for bkg. reader’s still in her own lane. 💪 its the one sided pining okay

but like. she’s still emotionally attached to him. cuz she was the only one who really KNEW knew him—him, a dragon, that has not been seen for centuries in the human realm. it would make anyone feel special, i think. and she still grew close to him over the months they spent together… enough to form a friendship. so its only natural for her to be distraught when he leaves 🥺 and for her to miss him 🥺

#i wanted to clarify a few things but ofc interpret the fic how u want whatev #just some of my heavy ruminating as i try to sleep #i hv to get up in 2 hours to go back to campus 😒#but yea that forehead kiss? platonic ✨#its just like kissing a beloved dog or cat or smthn #not that im equating bkg to a pet LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #hey rmb how the summary says hes cursed…#wink wink nudge nudge #go to sleep shay it's late o'clock #bkg knows hes a shifter… knows hes human…#but reader? 🤭🤭#so she does not have any romantic attraction to him and esp not when hes a dragon #but if things were to change…….. if a certain curse was gone….. 🤔🤔🤔 things would be different #confusing for reader ofc. but different #which ties into the sequel 😌#does that make sense im trying so hard to be vague w out giving much away #jeez i need to finish ch4 already so i can talk more abt it 😒

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Convincingly Human: Part 2

Summary: Tension comes to a head and conversations are had.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!Reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: I don’t think there are any

Word Count: 3450

Note: Look at me dropping fics two days in a row. This ended up being longer than I planned, so I apologize for the lengthy read 😬 also, thank you @legitalicat for your dialogue and helping me get over the snag. Though I fear this became a ton of dialogue in the end 🙃

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

He woke slowly, feeling pain lance through his body as he became aware of himself and his surroundings. After blinking the sleep from his eyes, Sihtric looked around the room and was more than a little confused. He could feel and see that he laid in a well made bed with furs and bedding more luxurious than he’d ever known, the room decorated lavishly and a large fireplace warming the whole room. There were tapestries and murals on the walls, depictions of stories he’d had never been told and furs draped across sturdy chairs that made up the sitting area of the room. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume he was in the richest castle in the land, but the walls looked as though they were carved into the rock itself which meant this was no ordinary place.

Memories of the last night flooded his mind; setting up camp, the werewolf attack and most importantly, a dragon coming to his rescue only to morph into the object of his affections. He tried to sit up, only to wince and groan in pain while falling back into the soft mattress. He heard soft footsteps approaching his room before the door swung open gently, a tray laden with food and drink in your hands as you stepped into the room. You looked completely normal, wearing a simple yet elegant dress and looking nothing like the beast he now knew lived within you. Fear and confusion started to take hold of him, but once your eyes met his, he couldn’t muster the courage to speak. You approached slowly, setting the tray on the nightstand and stepping back, giving him some space to collect himself. His eyes said it even if his mouth didn’t, but that little action meant more to him than you would ever know.

The silence as you two stared at the other was thickening with all the unsaid, neither knowing where to start or what to say. Sihtric tried sitting up again and you quickly came to his aid, only for him to flinch at your outstretched hands which caused you to stop and step back, palms up and out to show you mean no harm. It was only after managing to sit up did he realize he wasn’t wearing a tunic and his torso was wrapped tightly, a series of bruises scattered across his skin and likely beneath the bandage. He gave you a questioning look as you avoided his gaze and picked at the sleeves of your dress.

”Your injuries were less extensive than I anticipated, and nothing life threatening. Small cuts and scrapes, a couple broken ribs and mostly bruising. All in all, you are quite lucky to have walked away with the minor injuries you did. I promise I was respectful of your…person while tending to you,” you answered his unasked question, clasping your hands together in a show of nervous energy Sihtric had not come to expect from you.

“How long was I out?” He asked hoarsely, feeling suddenly parched and starving. He looked over at the tray, his stomach grumbling and further driving home this point.

“A little less than a day,” you slowly picked up the tray and set it next to him on the bed, careful not to startle him again.

Sihtric watched you warily until you stepped back once more, then dug into the food eagerly. He kept an eye on you, watching as you stood at the foot of the bed, your posture perfect and hands placed in your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“I know you have questions, and I promise to answer them. For now, eat your dinner and I will return later to check on your injuries,” you said with a nod of your head before swiftly leaving him alone once more.

You returned later as promised with a poultice, more ale and additional cloth in case you needed to change his bandage. He moved to the edge of the bed, allowing you to position him where needed. The pain was dull until he tried to move or breathed too deep, causing him to groan every time you so much as brushed against him. You worked silently and slowly, making sure not to cause any more discomfort for the Dane in front of you.

“Is this your…lair?” He asked in an attempt to break the silence as you rubbed some poultice on the cuts on his back, your hands unnaturally warm compared to the warmth of the room. He flinched a couple times, but made no attempt to stop your work. Frankly, he didn't have the energy to fight right this moment.

You chuckled at that, some of the tension easing from the room and both of you as you answered him. “This is my home, yes. Despite what you may think, I live a relatively normal life.”

He didn’t know what to think if he was being honest. He had a lot of questions, mostly on how it all worked. He vaguely recalls fainting and you catching him, but he isn’t sure how he got here and where here actually is. Not to mention, he’s been out cold for nearly a day and he is worried that during the fight, his horse ran back to Coocham and Uhtred sent out a search party. He rubs his eyes with his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of what he knows and not knowing where to start with the questions.

You sense his conflicting emotions and decide to start telling him everything that happened over the course of the last 18 hours as you continue your work. “I brought you back here after you fainted and bandaged you up. Through sheer luck and the favor of your gods, you were not brutally maimed. After ensuring you were well, I went back and packed up your things from camp. They are all in the chest just over there,” you pointed to a large chest along the wall, the archway to a dressing room not far from it. “Your horse fled and made it back to Coocham, spooked but unharmed. I sent a letter to Uhtred, telling him you were injured in an attack and recovering with me for now. I did not tell all the details of that night, both for your sake and mine.”

A small consolation, considering Sihtric wasn’t sure he believed what all he saw that night. At least that covered all the basic questions, which brought him to the dreaded supernatural ones. “How long have you been…?” He trailed off, not sure how to finish that question without sounding like an ass.

”My entire life,” you answered simply, wiping your hands on a rag before gently running your hands along his side, making sure the bandage was tight enough to hold the broken bones in place and loose enough to not restrict his breathing too much. Sihtric flinched again, though whether it was from just the pain or the sudden feeling of your warm fingers slipping beneath the top of the wrap, he would not say.

Silence stretched between you two once more as Sihtric thought over your answer. He felt a multitude of emotions; embarrassment at his predicament and overwhelmed because he could smell your intoxicating scent again when you were this close to him. He clenched his jaw and tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, only for him to groan when the pain sharpened once more. Eventually you finished checking him over, cleaning up your mess before you looked at him once more.

”I will come back in the morning with more food and ale. For now, you should rest some more,” you words said one thing, but your eyes said another. It was obvious to both of you that there was more to be said, but neither of you knew how to say what you wanted to say. He nodded at you and you left, softly closing the door to his chambers as your footsteps disappeared down the hall. Sihtric fell back against the mattress with a huff, cursing himself for not putting a voice to his thoughts.

You returned the next morning, a tray balanced carefully in your hands as you entered his chambers. He was already up, sitting in a chair by the fire with a fur draped over his shoulders, his eyes following your movements. After setting the tray on the small table beside him, you took the chair beside his, your eyes on the flames in the hearth as he picked at his meal. The crackling fire and the occasional sound of the mug sliding across the silver tray filled the uneasy silence, neither of you wanting to break it but knowing someone had to.

”Why were you out there alone, Sihtric?” You asked, eyes moving from the fire to stare at him questioningly. You had a guess why he might’ve done something so impulsive, but you wanted to believe he wasn’t so dense.

Sihtric swallowed his bite and took a sip of ale before looking into the mug like it held all the answers. He cleared his throat before meeting your gaze, shrugging off the question with a half truth. “I told Uhtred I would look into the rumors of the beasts tormenting travelers along this stretch of road.”

”Do not lie to me, Sihtric Kjartansson. It is unbecoming of you. I ask again; what were you doing alone in the forest?” Your intense gaze pinned him to his seat, and he knew he would cave and spill every secret he ever had if he didn’t look away. Unfortunately, he was never one to back down from a challenge.

“I do not need to answer you, my lady,” he said plainly, not willing to budge just yet.

”You are in my home and I saved your life. I have earned some answers myself,” you challenged back, forearms resting casually on the arms of the chair as you turned in your seat to face him. You felt your eyes wander towards his partially exposed chest, seeing old scars and fresh bruises which brought back your own intense feelings whenever you were around him, especially after that night at the tavern.

Sihtric clenched his jaw, looking away in frustration as you continued to pry, but answered you nonetheless. “I was worried for your safety so I came to check in on you.”

“I told you I would be fine and that nothing out here would harm me,” you retorted.

”Would you truly deny me the peace of mind of ensuring your safety? I did not know about your…condition,” he gestured towards you, the movement causing minor pain but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

”And what about my peace of mind, hmm? How do you think I felt seeing you attempt to fight off a werewolf of all things and by yourself no less? You could have died, Sihtric! Do you value your life so little that you were willing to do something so foolish and reckless with it?” You snapped back, eyes locked on his own as your own anger rose, the dragon within beginning to stir.

That caused him to pause, because he truly never thought about it that way. Sure he was scared that night, but he never imagined how it would’ve appeared from your point of view. The tension was palpable between you two as he chewed on his response, but nothing came to him. He heard you sigh heavily before you stood, clasping your hands in front of you and looking at him with disappointment and resignation in your eyes.

”Finish your meal and I shall return to check on you later. Should you need anything, I have staff you may ring for,” you turned on your heel and swiftly exited the rooms, leaving a speechless Dane behind.

Later that day, after having managed to put on a tunic and getting lost in the labyrinth of hallways, Sihtric found you in a chamber that he could only call a proper library. There were shelves carved into the stone, lined with books and scrolls, some looking older than anything he’d ever seen before. He was in awe, looking around with wide eyes and his jaw dropped. He heard you chuckle when he stumbled after bumping into a table, some weird painted vase thing nearly falling over before he caught it and placed it gently back in its place.

”I told you I would come check on you. You should be resting, not up and walking around,” you said as you leaned back against the desk on the far side of the wall with an easy smile on your face. The friction from earlier had only lessened slightly, the uneasiness hanging between you two.

”I should return to Coocham and Lord Uhtred,” Sihtric stated flatly, speaking the words he had practiced after you left his chambers. He rubbed his palms against the linen tunic he wore, looking anywhere but you.

Your brows furrowed and smile dropped, arms hanging by your side as you straightened up. “Do not be foolish, you were badly injured and still need to heal. You are in no state to travel, especially right now,” you spoke as you took a few steps towards him, feeling blindsided by his change in demeanor.

”I can handle myself, my lady,” he said, attempting to convince both you and himself.

”You could not fight off a rabbit, let alone any brigand that may be lurking in the trees. It will be months before you have fully recovered, or have you forgotten you broke two rib bones?”

Sihtric grimaces at the mention of his injuries before looking at the ground. “I cannot stay here…”

You clench your jaw and breathe harshly through your nose, before crossing your arms and fixing the stubborn man with an intense gaze. “And why not? I am perfectly capable of ensuring you recover and remain safe. Uhtred is aware of the basic details of that night and has no need of you at this moment. So why could you not stay here?”

He struggles to make eye contact with you, instead looking at the desk and picking at his fingers. “…because of you.”

You have an idea what he means, but you want to give him a chance to explain. “Because of me? Speak plainly, Sihtric.”

”You know what I mean,” he says as he faces you, his eyes showing the conflicting emotions he’s feeling. On one hand, he still has some feelings for you and on the other, he now knows the truth about you and it is a lot.

”Say it. Say what you are thinking. You cannot stay here because of what I am, is that it? Forget that I saved your life, because I am a monster to you. Are you afraid of me now that you know the truth?” You spat out, fists clenched tightly at your sides as you reigned in the fury boiling in your blood.

Sihtric takes a moment to breathe before nodding sharply, confirming your suspicions. “I appreciate that you saved my life, I really do. But I cannot remain here knowing that you are…other than human.”

You laugh mirthlessly, looking at the man incredulously. “And yet that did not stop you from pining for me all these months. Did you think I was blind to your affections? That night at the ale house, I know you caught a whiff of my scent and you craved it. Or did you think I did not hear that little groan of yours?”

He flushes bright red, clenching his hands as the anger burns away any pain he might have felt in this moment. Sihtric doesn’t deny your claims, but he sneers at you all the same. “Whatever my intentions may have been or not have been are irrelevant. When it comes down to it, you are a beast.”

You growl lowly, eyes slowly flitting between slit pupils and your own natural ones as the dragon stirs within once more. “You act as if I have done some horrible thing to you. I brought you into my home, cared for your wounds and fed you. Yet you insult me and for what?”

Sihtric doesn’t flinch at your shifting appearance, instead meeting your gaze despite the little voice in the back of his mind telling him he should just leave. “You hid something from me. I spent months getting to know you and never had the slightest inclination that you were anything but human. You should have told me,” he spoke, thought admittedly he had his own suspicions, but he had brushed them off.

You scoff, crossing your arms and taking a deep breath. “I am bound by the laws of my kind to never share our existence with humans. Even if I had not been, would you have believed me?”

”I would have, my lady. We spent all that time becoming familiar with each other and I thought I knew you. Yet you kept this from me, something that is crucial to who you are. It is unacceptable and you know it.”

”As I said, I am bound by the laws of my kind to never speak of it. I gave an oath, Sihtric, a magical one that I cannot just break. Would you truly have me branded as an oathbreaker just for your sake? You are a Dane and a pagan, you know that a person's vow holds meaning and going back on it is dishonorable,” you said with a heavy sigh, hoping he would understand this from your point of view.

He frowned and crossed his arms gently, starting to feel the exhaustion of this heavy conversation weighing on his injured body. He couldn’t deny the merit of your words, and you were right to keep your word. He sighed and looked down briefly before meeting your gaze once more. “You are right, I had not considered there may be a reason for not telling me. But, could you not have hinted at it?”

You give him a knowing look, your brow raised as you tilted your head. “I think you did know, Sihtric. I know you asked around Coocham about me and we both know what you saw in the ale house. Whether or not you believe me, you know what you have seen.”

”I will not deny it, there were signs. Perhaps I deluded myself into believing you were human…because I wanted you to be,” he said with a sigh of his own, slowly sitting down in a chair across from your desk, feeling drained and the pain slowly making its way back to the surface.

You lean against your desk, hands on either side of you gripping the wooden edge. “Does my being a dragon change everything for you? I am still the same woman you know, there is just a bit more you did not have the opportunity to learn about until now.”

Sihtric looks at you, really looks at you and thinks for a moment. He decides to be honest with you since you have been honest with him thus far. “In truth, my lady, I do not know. This is…a lot to take in.”

“I understand, and I am not expecting you to have an answer right now and I know it will take time for you to come to terms with this. For now, I ask you to sleep on all of this. I was not lying when I said your injuries were severe, Sihtric. It will be months before you are recovered and trying to sit in a saddle for the journey back to Coocham will worsen the injury. I will have a wagon fetched and take you back myself, but I would rather you take advantage of the safety my home provides for a few more days,” you say soothingly, your gaze softening as you see the weariness in his own eyes.

He nods in agreement, standing slowly and allowing you to help him back to his chambers. The walk back is silent, both of you thinking over all that has been said and what hasn’t. Sihtric nearly falls asleep instantly as you help him into bed, tucking the sheets and furs around him, as you fuss over him. He smiles at the act, a part of him realizing that maybe he could accept you as you are and that his feelings ran deeper than he would admit right now. He watched you leave after saying your goodnights, wondering what the future holds in store for the both of you.

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