#dragon bakugou

[doumadono]

Once again, congratulations, my dear ♥ I'd like to order a mint-vanilla cone topped with M&Ms and maple syrup, please. Could I get a fantasy AU with Dragon!Kirishima and Dragon!Bakugo? Something really sweet would be perfect!

A/N: Thank you very much for all your support over the years, my dear! I hope you'll enjoy these headcanons I prepared for you ♥

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Kirishima

Kirishima lifts his head, his crimson scales shimmering in the fading light. His crimson eyes light up with affection as he sees you entering his den, and a rumble of contentment escapes his throat. "Hey, Y/N," he greets you warmly, unfurling his wings to welcome you. "I've been waiting for you."

You chuckle softly, running your fingers along his snout affectionately. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Kirishima's tail swishes excitedly as he leans in closer, nudging you gently with his massive head. "I was hoping you could help me with something," he says, his voice filled with anticipation. "My mane is getting a bit unruly, and my claws could use a polish. Would you mind lending me a hand?"

You grin at his request, feeling a surge of affection for the gentle giant before you. "Of course, Kirishima. I'd be happy to help you out."

He eagerly lowers his massive head, allowing you to run the bristles through his vibrant red mane. With each stroke, he emits a pleased rumble, basking in the sensation of your gentle touch. "Feels good," he purrs, his voice a deep, resonant melody that fills the cavern. As you delicately brush through the thick strands, he leans more into your touch, closing his eyes in bliss. "Your hands are like magic," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of contentment. "Your touch always soothes me," he murmurs softly as you run your fingers through his mane, untangling any knots with gentle precision. "I'm grateful to have you by my side."

As you tenderly attend to him, Kirishima emits deep, rumbling purrs akin to a contented feline. It's his way of expressing gratitude and affection, a sign that your presence brings him immense joy. When you're finished with his mane, you move to work on his claws.

Being a dragon means relying a lot on the sharp claws. With all the activities dragons engage in, these claws are prone to damage. The best way to prevent further cracking and maintain them is by attending to them regularly. That's why dragon!Kirishima allows you to help him polish them.

Despite his formidable claws capable of tearing through stone, Kirishima allows you to polish them with the utmost gentleness, being careful to not hurt you during the process. He extends his massive paw with claws, allowing you to polish them to a dazzling shine. He watches you work with fascination, marveling at your skill and dedication. He watches with fascination as you buff away any imperfections. "You have such a delicate touch," he observes, admiration evident in his tone.

"I brought you some special polish today," you say with a smile, holding up a bottle of shimmering liquid. "It's a special oil, made of herbs that helps to strengthen nails, so I hope it'll work just fine with you. Let's make those claws shine like diamonds, shall we?"

He enjoys it when you rub herbal oils into his claws, massaging them slowly. He believes strongly it's the most comforting sensation he experiences as a dragon (aside from making love with you!)

Despite his imposing stature, Kirishima isn't above indulging in playful behavior with his human mate. He'll nuzzle you gently, nudging you with his snout to coax a laugh from your lips. "You're so adorable when you laugh," he rumbles, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

You're always amazed by the strength and power Kirishima possesses as a dragon, but you're even more enamored by his gentle and caring nature.

The act of grooming becomes a sacred ritual between dragon!Kirishima and you, a time for you to connect on a deeper level. As you tend to his mane and claws, he basks in your presence, cherishing the intimacy of your shared moments. "I feel so lucky to have you," he confesses, his eyes shining with affection.

Bakugo

Upon reaching the den, you found Bakugo resting on a bed of soft moss, his scaled form coiled comfortably. He raised his head, crimson eyes gleaming in the fading light as he greeted you with a rumbling purr. "What took you so long, idiot?" Bakugo grumbled, though the affection in his voice was evident.

"Hey there, you big brute," you chuckled, not paying attention to his wry remark, brushing a hand against his sleek scales. "Sorry, got caught up with something. How was the hunt?"

Bakugo's expression shifted, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Successful, as always, woman! What were you thinking?! Brought back enough for a feast."

Your stomach twisted at the thought of the raw, blooded meat he had to bring to his den, but before you could discuss it, you noticed something that made you pause. "Bakugo, your scales," you said, furrowing your brow. "They're covered in dirt and grime. You need to clean them."

Bakugo's gaze narrowed, a growl rumbling in his throat. "I don't need to do anything. I'm fine. I bathed in the lake."

You shook your head, undeterred. "Come on, Katsuki. You know how important it is to keep your scales clean."

He scoffed, clearly not amused by your suggestion. "I can take care of myself just fine. I don't need you nagging me about it, idiot. I don't need to be pampered like some weakling," he grumbled.

You knew how to approach his offended, grumpy ass. A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as you crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? Because I seem to recall you bragging about how you're the mightiest dragon around. Surely, the mightiest dragon can handle a little cleaning."

Bakugo's jaw clenched, irritation flashing across his features. "Fine, woman. If it'll shut you up, I'll let you clean my scales. Goddammit! I can't have a quiet moment, even in my own fucking den!"

You grinned triumphantly, knowing you had won this round. "Great! Let's get started then." As you set to work with a cloth you carried in your woolen bag, gently scrubbing away the dirt and grime from Bakugo's scales, you couldn't help but notice the way his tense muscles gradually relaxed beneath your touch. You marvel at his scales texture, smooth yet with a slight roughness. You feel the dirt and grime loosen under your touch. His scales are warm to the touch, radiating heat like the sun itself. With each stroke, you're careful not to apply too much pressure, mindful of his sensitive skin beneath.

Bakugo grumbles impatiently at first, shifting restlessly as you work.

You take your time, working methodically from one section to the next, ensuring that every inch of Bakugo's scales is cleaned to perfection. As you climb him to reach his back, you encounter a particularly stubborn patch of dirt, embedded deep between the ridges of his scales. With a determined frown, you scrub harder, eliciting a growl of discomfort from Bakugo.

"Watch it, human," he warns, his voice tinged with irritation. Yet, his initial reluctance faded, replaced by a quiet contentment as he leaned into your ministrations. "You know," Bakugo grumbled, his voice softer now, his crimson eyes closed, "this isn't as awful as I thought it would be."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you step back to admire your handiwork. Bakugo's orange-red scales gleam like polished emeralds in the sunlight, their vibrant hues shimmering with newfound brilliance.

Bakugo snorts in approval, a rare smile gracing his snout. "Not bad, for a human, I guess," he concedes, his tone grudgingly admiring. "Well, I guess you're not completely useless." The dragon nuzzles his snout against you affectionately.

As you curl up together in the warmth of the den, surrounded by the comforting scent of the forest and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, you can't help but feel grateful for moments like these. "I love you, my Great Explosion Murder Dragon Bakugo."

A deep rumble echoes in his chest. "I love you too, my little human."

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[bakubunny]

Dragon hybrid Bakugou. Everyone thinks he’s keeping reader held captive until one day vigilante hero Deku tries to save them because no one else is willing to face the dreaded dragon… and he finds out quickly that’s not the case.

i love me a damsel in distress trope 😭 even if the damsel is not really in distress 😳

but the thought of izu walking in on dragon!kats fucking the shit out of reader and just standing there frozen while he watches bc kats doesn’t give a shit, he’s not gonna stop making you cry for some puny little muscle boy standing there thinking he’s gonna be a hero or some shit kinda makes me laugh a little inside.

#asks #vigilante deku #dragon bakugou #tw hybrids #🐺 #aged up characters #smut hcs

[jeminy3]

i love burger king and donkey kong

(i had the dragon baku idea at work and had to draw it. my hand hurts now but its worth it)

#bkdk #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #dragon bakugou #jeminy3 art

[bkgrl]

Lucky little witch.

Dragonhybrid!Bakugou x Witch!reader

• Summary: As you, the little witch that lived down the mountains of a territorial dragon, one day decided to enter the woods of said dragon alone, and during springtime, Katsuki Bakugou can only take it as an invitation to take you to his dean to help him during the pain that will be his upcoming rut...

•Fantasy au / Setting.

•Aged-up characters ( bk 19 you 18)

•Tw: none for this part [ little suggestive at the end ] but possible angst, smut, and other triggers like blood, etc in the upcoming parts. There will always be warnings at the beginning of every one so don't worry :)

•Part 1.

Just my luck! You thought as you tried to find a way out of this maze of a forest. At first, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale with big oak trees, and beautiful, colorful groves of flowers, filled with the sound of nature rustling leaves, water running, the plip plop of little droplets, the chirping of birds. However, as you made your way to the heart of it you could feel, or rather sense, the magic of someone or something that roamed this woods, and the best thing is; it was fire energy, making it a hundred times more dangerous for you, being an earth witch and all...

But it was okay, your magic gave you an advantage here! Or so you thought... It was as if the trails changed every time!

Plus it was going to be dark real soon...

"Just my luck ! " you said out loud in a long exasperated sigh that echoed throughout the woods and bounced on the trunks of the not-so-enchanting trees anymore. After all, their foliage seemed so dense that you couldn't fly past them even if you wanted to, plus the ritual needed for that was too long and difficult for you to make in the middle of nowhere and at the mercy of whatever beast that roamed these mountains and from the sound that you heard earlier, the ones that made you do a run-for-it to exit this woods as soon as possible and preferably before dusk, surely didn't belong to any kind of bear or mountain lion but to other kinds of beasts; mythic ones such as chimeras and dragons. Yes, you truly had no luck or the worst one in this world...

Having to run away from fire-breathing monsters while you only were on an errand to retrieve some plants that you were short on, and since you were too lazy to go to the city to buy some, you decided to directly go fetch them at the source. What a wonderful idea!

Now you'd tell me: but isn't having to climb a mountain and search for them in an endless forest more tiring, than just going to the city? Yes, it would be better if it wasn't one week of travel on horseback from your home, and for the fact that you weren't even sure they would have some of them as they were not common, and since you wanted to spare your rear the utter torture that was traveling on a horse's back for days you climbed the nearest mountain and gave that suffering to your feet that now were sore from all this walking.

So here you are by a lake considering the possibility of staying the night. After all, you were a witch so lighting a fire and building a shelter wasn't that difficult with the right spells... As you're torn apart between your laziness and your survival instinct- that was begging you to run as fast as possible from this place and away from this bone-chilling roar that you heard earlier- you don't notice said beast behind the trees watching your every move and wondering if he should pounce on you and shred you to pieces or find a better way of using you and that pretty body of yours...

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #dragon bakugou #witch reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #x you

[abeitriz]

Rise my king.

Welp, that was a good writing, well, its not that big because i'm still thinking about what more i can add to the storie.

Warnings: mentions about killing, mentions about wounds, dom reader, kinda sub bakugou?, Reader is an Goddess, SMUUT, not really explicit smut but really simbolyc,

english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistake

Minors do not Interact.

Have a good time ☕✨

Darkness.

It was the only thing he could see ahead, the metallic taste of blood was flooding on his mouth, the excruciating pain on his back that burned with every little movement, The screams and howls of the crowd arround him filled his eardrums, he could hear the cries of dispair of the people, HIS people was being tortured and killed by those that call themselfs "the purifiers" commanded by who they called "Dabi" who was the first-born of the king Enji Todoroki, Prince Toya

The darkness seemed to be closing in on him, suffocating him with its weight. He knew that he had to keep moving forward, to keep fighting for his people, but the pain was too much to bear. As he stumbled through the darkness, he could feel his strength fading away. But then, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance, and he knew that he had to conquer it. With every ounce of strength left in him, he pushed himself forward, determined to reach the light and find a way to save his people from the purifiers' grasp.

As he reaches for the light and held onto it with all his might, he experienced a sudden disappearance of all pain and a cessation of every scream, howl, and cry. When he opened his eyes once more, he was certain that he saw Macha, the goddess of wisdom, war, and death, shining in all her divine glory right before him.

He was dead, for sure.

As he surveyed his surroundings, he came to the realization that he had transcended the mortal realm. He found himself in a place that exceeded his wildest dreams, lying on a bed adorned with the finest silk he could fathom. This was a place that he had only heard of in tales and legends. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of tranquility and peace, and he felt a warmth that was entirely new to him. The skies were ablaze with the most stunning and vibrant northern lights. He glanced back at Macha, who was still cradling his head in her lap, and he knew that she had brought him to this place.

The goddess whispered praises and words sweetly to her beloved barbarian, Katsuki, as she caressed his ash blonde hair, expressing how long she had been eagerly anticipating his arrival." Your disdain for those repulsive individuals is palpable, and I am aware that you, my beloved, seek retribution. And because I cherish my creation deeply, I will bestow upon you a small present." said the divinty as she smiled sweetly to Katsuki

Katsuki was about to utter her name when she cut him off to reveal her true name, which she reserved for him alone. As he spoke her name, it flowed effortlessly from his lips, earning her praise. She urged him to rise and accept her gift, taking hold of his hands and reciting an ancient language. Suddenly, he felt a fiery sensation as rune tattoos materialized on his arms and hands, imbuing him with a newfound strength unlike anything he had ever experienced before

"To receive this gift, you must make a vow to me, my beloved, that you will remain faithful solely to me and I will do the same for you. We will stay together until the end of time, and my love for you will never falter. You must also promise to give your eternal love exclusively to me." He nodded in agreement to her demands, but appended a condition to the agreement. "You'll be accompanying me on the earthly plane, won't you?"

She declared that she would fulfill any wish of her king's, then proceeded to kiss him tenderly. He responded by embracing her and silently urging her to shed her golden armor, so that he could explore her body as her king, lover, and mate

As the battle-weary warrior removed her armor, her lover's eyes were drawn to the curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her lips. He couldn't resist the urge to touch her to feel her warmth against his skin, and to taste the sweetness of her mouth.

As they parted for air, she began to explore his neck and collarbone with her lips, leaving a trail of kisses and marks that sent shivers down his spine. He reciprocated by exploring her breasts and holding onto her hips, reveling in the feel of her body against his. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain as she bit him, marking him as hers in the tradition of the dragons. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as his body grew hot and feverish, and she exposed her own neck for him to mark.

As the temperature rose, so did the passion between them, igniting a fire that burned hotter than any battle they had ever fought. They were lost in each other, consumed by the heat of their desire, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the two of them and the bond they shared.

The atmosphere was charged with an intense longing that had been building between them for centuries. They had tried to ignore it, but it was impossible to resist any longer. As they stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, they both knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for.

Without a word, they began to shed their clothing, each layer falling away like a barrier between them. As they stood there, naked and vulnerable, they were consumed by a raw, primal desire that left them breathless. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers down their spines, and they were lost in the heat of the moment. She ran her hands over his body, exploring every inch of him, while he traced his fingers along her curves, marveling at her beauty.

As they moved together their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion, they were transported to another world, a world where nothing else existed except for the two of them. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment that they would never forget. And as they lay there, they knew that they had finally found what they had been searching For all along. They were two bodies, two souls, coming together in a moment of pure ecstasy.

The intimacy they shared was electric, and it was as if time had stood still in that moment. The vulnerability of being naked with someone else was a new feeling for him. He let her take control, as he sat there, trying to remain as silent as possible, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

He knew that any sound he made could give him away, but the pressure was mounting. Katsuki was caught off guard when the goddess demanded that he make more beautiful sounds for her. He had never been asked to do such a thing before and was unsure of what she meant. As he pondered over her request, a high pitched whine escaped his plump lips, causing him to immediately cover his mouth with both hands out of embarrassment, however, his attempt to hide his embarrassment was futile as the goddess took his hands out of his mouth and leaned down to whisper in his ear. She wanted him to moan, whine, and scream her name to the skies above, claiming him as her own. Katsuki was confused and unsure of how to proceed, but he knew that he wanted to please the goddess. He began to experiment with different sounds, trying to find the perfect combination that would satisfy her desires. As he continued to make "beautiful sounds" for her, he felt a sense of liberation and freedom, as if he was finally able to express himself in a way that he never had before, even though what he spoke had no sence in normal conversations, he moaned words like "my Goddess" or "my Love" and even "more" but he still wasn't sure why he kept screaming that, he knew his body couldn't take more.

But proved wrong as the two bodies intertwined, Katsuki's senses were heightened by the tight, warm, and slippery sensation of her cunt enveloping his member. The pleasure was so intense that his moans grew higher and whinier, his face contorted in ecstasy. The frenetic pace of their movements only added to the pleasure, until finally, the tight knot in his abdomen broke and he screamed with pleasure. Collapsing onto the bed, he felt a sense of release as he filled her womb with his seed. The intensity of his orgasm caused her to climax moments later, both of them left breathless and satisfied.

This moment was the culmination of their desire for each other, a physical manifestation of the love and passion they shared. It was a moment that would be etched in their memories forever, a moment of pure pleasure and connection. The intensity of their passion left them both breathless and satisfied, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a union of two souls that transcended time and space.

The scene was one of pure happiness as the goddess and the barbarian intertwined in each other's embrace, their bodies wrapped in a passionate hug. The warmth of their love enveloped them and they lost themselves in the moment. Suddenly, the goddess pulled away and looked deeply into her lover's eyes. With a gentle smile on her lips, she whispered to him that she eagerly awaited his arrival at the Sanctuary of Cebtar her sacred temple, it was there that she would officially declare him as her husband to her people and crown him as the sole king of the dragons. She conveyed all the necessary information for him to find the temple hidden deep in the mountains, ensuring that he would not get lost on his journey As their time together came to an end, the goddess gave her lover one last kiss before uttering his name: "Wake up Katsuki"

As Katsuki slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in the center of a mysterious ring of stones. The snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. However, the air was thick with the scent of snow, fire, and blood, which made him feel uneasy. He took a deep breath and stood up, feeling the coldness of the snow beneath his feet. He knew that he had to find his beloved goddess, who was waiting for him in the Northlands, beyond the mountains. With each step he took, the snow became deeper and the wind grew stranger, but Katsuki was determined to reach his destination. He imagined his goddess waiting for him, her beauty and grace inspiring him to keep moving forward.

He knew that he had to be strong and brave for the journey ahead was treacherous and full of danger As he walked, Katsuki noticed the snow-covered landscape around him. The trees were adorned with icicles, and the snowflakes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, Finally, after weeks of walking, Katsuki reached the foot of the mountains. He looked up at the towering peaks seeing the temple, feeling a sense of both fear and excitement. He knew that he had to go deeper in the woods, where his goddess was waiting for him. With a deep breath he began his ascent, determined to reach his beloved and fulfill his destiny

To be continued if you guys like It ♥️

Byebye

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[ssplague]

Benighted Beloved

Chapter two

Masterlist

Warnings: Some Katsuki-esque violence this chapter, that’s all.

Honorable mentions 💌

@lalachanya  @mrsmelaninhood 

@whatdidshesayyy @faemagic88

@viridianhero  @alishii @rv19 

@maggiecc 

✨ 🌙 ✨

“There sat a Crescent Moon on her forehead”

“Here you go, it’s rosehip tea, make sure you drink it while it’s hot, that way you won’t end up with a cold” the man you now know as Midoryia Izuku hands over a steaming mug.

“Thank you so much for your help, I’m new around here…I…well I wasn’t sure where to go…I hope I’m not causing you too much trouble” your voice is quiet compared to the storm beating against the walls outside. The change of clothes he’d given you were soft on your skin, the well worn fabric held a fading lilac scent, as did the quilt set beside you. The hot tea goes down easily, a soothing warmth spreads from your fingers to the tips of your toes. “You aren’t causing me any trouble at all I promise, I had planned on returning to the capital city for the celebration, but I’m sure it was postponed due to this sudden change of weather” the green haired man replied as he adds a couple more logs to the fire burning in the grate.

“Celebration?” You ask, intrigued despite the sleepiness washing over you. Izuku nods as he prods the newly added logs with a poker, “One of my most treasured friends has finally found the one he wants to share his life with, to be honest with you a majority of people never thought he’d marry someone because of his harsh personality but…the few of us that know him well knew that was a lie” he’s smiling again as firelight danced in reflection of his emerald eyes. You had set your now empty cup off to the side, silently stretching out across the couch and snuggling up beneath the warm blanket. Content to sit in silence as your host got caught up in cherished memories, you were sleeping soundly in minutes. Eventually when Midoryia did resurface from memory lane, his face burned red with embarrassment as he realized he’d forgotten you were here with him! “I’m sorry y/n! I spaced out, how rude of me! I was going to tell you that you could rest in the bedroom if you like, I’m fine with the couch-“ Izuku abruptly shuts up when he notices you were asleep.

“She must have been exhausted…poor thing”

Quietly, he tip toes over to grab your empty mug, deciding to fill it with water incase you woke up thirsty. While kneeling down to pick it up, the firelight sparkles across something that draws his eye immediately. 

A crescent moon.

A golden crescent moon, on your forehead…a shaky finger briefly runs across it, that was real, no make up to smudge away.

With wide eyes, the now startled man bolts from his den and into the kitchen.

You! But how?!

Why?!

Oh goddess!

How could you have found your way here?! Weren’t you supposed to be with Kaachan?! Oh no what if you had run away?!

Scarred hands tangled themselves in green curls as he tired to wrap his now frazzled mind around this discovery; Kaachan’s runaway bride being found here in that damn Deku’s study!

I’m a dead man walking!

“It’s gotta be a mistake, it can’t really be her…yeah of course it isn’t her…she’s miles away from here, back in the capital where she’s supposed to be” a chuckle escapes  between his manic muttering as the deflating man lowers himself to the floor. Izuku’s shoulders sag with relief after convincing himself it was a simple case of mistaken identity. Leaning back against the cabinets, his eyes momentarily close and a relieved sigh blows across his chapped lips. Only for them to fly open once more as a loud knock suddenly echoed from the front door of the cabin, making the alchemist yelp in response.

Getting to his now shaking legs, he peeks down the hall and listens for any sign you had woken up.

Silence follows, only to be disturbed by the now continuous knocking.

Forcing one foot infront of the other until he stands at the door, the terrified man forces himself to open it. The happy face of Kirishima greets him, “Hey there Midoryia! Sorry to just drop in on ya like this, thank goodness you weren’t back at the capital already”.

“Are you gonna let us in? It’s fucking pouring out here dammit!”

Bakugou’s snarling voice puts the fear of god into Izuku as he jumps aside to let the two soaked men in.

“Oh uh hey there Kaachan, Kirishima…what brings you two out here? Thought you’d be back at the castle, you know…to celebrate-“

“Ain’t nothing to fucking celebrate”

Yep, he’s most definitely a dead man.

Katsuki wrings out his cape on the doorstep before slamming the door shut, just as he does so, Izuku returns with a couple towels he’d grabbed from the linen closet.

“Thanks man” says Ejiro, flashing fangs with a smile “That storm hit outta nowhere as we were flying back, his majesty over here insisted we keep flying through it, until he almost got his wing zapped that is”.

The aforementioned male didn’t reply to the jab taken at him as he dried his hair off. The other two men looked at each other, the green haired male looking at the red head with evident confusion on his face. “He’s pretty upset”mouthed Kirishima and Midoryia gulps silently before nodding.

“I wanna hang my cape up in front of the fire” the blonde mumbles, noticing the lack there of in the front room’s grate.

“Sure! Let me just grab some of the wood I have in my den!” Izuku exclaims a little too excitedly as he spins on his heel.

“Nah man you don’t gotta do all that, we can just use the one you have going already, right Bakugou?”.

“Oh no it’s okay, I don’t m-“

Deku’s panicked response is drowned out by a gruff “Sure, what the fuck ever, I just want to warm up”. 

The angry Royal starts moving towards the short hallway, and immediately finds his way blocked by the much smaller man, “Really Kaachan, it’s no trouble! We can make a much bigger fire out here, the one in the den can only be small because of all my flammable materials-“.

“Oh shut it would you!” Growls the already frustrated monarch, “Otherwise there will be a far greater threat to your stupid materials than a goddamn fireplace”. After the threat had been made, Katsuki makes to move past the annoying bastard blocking his path. Only for said bastard to side step, effectively blocking his way again. Izuku internally cringes at the sudden ire that lights up in the hellfire eyes glaring daggers at him. Even Kirishima fights off the urge to shudder as the energy inside the cabin shifts drastically.

“Get.out.of.my.way.Deku” the bigger man’s intimidating voice starts off quietly.

“Listen Kaachan-“ the smaller man at least tries to reason with the other, but is cut off.

“You’re acting real fucking brazen nerd, too bad that today really was the wrong day for you to grow a pair” taking a step closer Bakugou puffs out his chest as he sneers down at Deku.

“Look it was an accident really, I didn’t know! I-“ a startled cry escapes the green haired man as a sparking fist takes hold of his shirt collar.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You don’t know shit! Oh I get it…You think its funny don’t you? Funny that she ran away afraid of me?! Go ahead and laugh! GO AHEAD AND LAUGH I FUCKING DARE YOU!” Snarls shifted into screams as the dragon shifter lifts his prey off it’s feet. The tight fisted grip singed the fabric of the shirt it held. Just as Kirishima springs into action to separate his friends, fast footsteps come racing from down the hall. They were immediately followed by a frightened, but still demanding, feminine sounding shriek, “STOP!!!”.  

All three men froze, each set of their respective eyes moving to locate the source of the shout. It didn’t take long for them to all locate you, half your body still hidden in shadow of the dark hallway.

A/N: I know this was short, but I still have two full chapters already finished (& much longer) and one partially completed 🥰 All the praise I received over the story this far is incredible & always deeply appreciated ❤️‍🔥

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And the Dragon Wept

Bakugou Katsuki/Reader

This is a high fantasy au! Some characters may appear ooc because it’s written in the time of royals and magic beings. Bear with me and this world building lol.

Reader and Bakugou are over 21. M/C uses female pronouns.

Content Warnings: Violence, arranged marriage, verbal abuse, slow burn, fated mates trope, protective Bakugou, eventual smut

word count: 3.4k~

Chapter One

A deep silence — sharp as a blade and stiff as the gargoyles perched atop your family’s estate — follows you throughout the halls of Castle Lakemire. What once was a comfortable quiet in the early morning hours has turned sour, wicked despite the rays of warm light cascading from the intricately designed windows. The glow they cast upon the snow and deep blue tapestries shimmers, a result of the golden accents. And in the middle, a lone swan rests with its head angled as if it’s staring at the ground. Your father and his court would like to believe it’s an example of the animal looking down upon its enemies in disdain, but you see something different. There’s a sadness in its expression, as if the swan has been trapped and forced to submit. Though, if you ever admitted it to your parents, they’d call you sensitive. They’d tell you to fall back to reality where you’re meant to rule proudly.

Of all things, your family values pride the most. It’s evident in your father with his enormous silver throne, gleaming with sapphires and aquamarine. The gems were a new addition when he inherited the throne, long sought after from a neighboring court of non-magical humans. They had been peaceful, ruling in silence until your father’s army ambushed them. And they had no other choice except to relent to the magic of your kind: powerful wielders of the elements.

Pride is there in your mother’s cold, clouded eyes, a shadow wielder and great accompaniment to your father’s ice abilities. Too often, she traipses through the snowy maze next to your castle, a gown far too elegant dragging across the powdery white landscape. If it’s ruined, no matter. She can easily buy hundreds more. Forget the hard working lower class or knights of their court, who have broken themselves to pay for your family’s well being. Their lives are insignificant to your parents.

It doesn’t surprise you, then, that your parents have all but forsaken you. The only child born to them, gifted with both shadow and ice powers who refuses to use them cruelly. A daughter who cares for others passionately, fiercely. One who has been caught taking care of servants more than once, and suffered greatly for it. Not because you hope to gain anything from it but simply because it’s the right thing to do, and you’ll be damned if you allow your parents to corrupt you.

It’s peaceful in this self-inflicted solitude, you think as you descend the staircase next to your wing of the castle. Everything, everyone around you is quiet. The snow has stopped for a brief moment, though the landscape remains as wintry and grand as ever. The maze, absent of your mother’s presence, glitters beautifully in the morning sun. And oh how you crave its warmth. To stand in its rays and soak up every breath of heat it has to offer. Even as your boots track through the snow to the front of the castle where the sun has claimed the courtyard entirely, you can’t get enough. 

“You think such attire is appropriate for a morning walk?” A teasing voice questions loudly from the main entrance of Castle Lakemire. “Some may think you have a death wish!” 

You turn your head, an amused glare cast towards the source of the voice. Blonde hair sways in the wind, a single black streak decorating the strands, unobstructed by his usual knight’s helmet. He must have a free day, something you’re surprised at with your father’s strict regiment.

The man’s eyes are alight with mischief as he practically skips down the steps to join you, snow flying in every direction when he jumps to the spot next to you. Brushing a few flakes off your maroon dress — no doubt much too thin to hold any warmth — in mock annoyance, you narrow your eyes at your new company. 

“And what of you, Denki?” You draw out the syllables of his name teasingly. “What will people think if they see the king’s newest guard conversing with his daughter?” 

Denki tilts his head back with a roar of laughter. “I’ve suffered worse, Princess. And I doubt he would mind seeing as how we’ve all been instructed to keep a close eye on you.”

“Any closer,” you begin, glaring at the guards posted atop the many balconies of the castle. They have their gaze set on the landscape reaching out from your position. The tree line in the distance is quiet, limbs swaying and shadows cast from the sun. But you know, their gaze adjusts to your figure every five minutes as instructed. “And he might as well attach their eyes to my dress.” 

Denki snickers once more, a hand over his mouth. “Don’t give him any ideas.” 

True. You’re sure if she had the capability, your mother would have commanded your shadow to report all unusual activity to her. Her inability to manipulate shadows around you has been a source of her irritation since your powers manifested twenty years ago. At the age of four, you had already become a problem for her. 

“What brings you to Castle Lakemire on what appears to be your day off?” You ask in an attempt to change the subject. 

Denki is quiet for some time, a rare stillness falling over the normally vibrant man. His eyes close as he takes in a calming breath, and you prepare yourself to hear his story. Whatever it is must be terrible to bring this sudden dread into his atmosphere. 

“Lord Tomura is scheduled for a visit today. He should be arriving any moment, actually.” 

Your heart stills at his reveal. Had you known of this, you would have stayed in bed, feigned an illness or requested an outing to a neighboring city. You would do anything to prevent an encounter with the cruel lord. To prevent an evening with your soon-to-be betrothed. 

“You don’t have to hold my hand on his account,” you say as jokingly as you can manage. Because really, what else are you to say? He can’t stop your engagement any more than you can, and he certainly can’t change Lord Tomura’s demeanor. Your future has been decided, claimed by a man who has promised your family a deadly power and ally. His treatment of you is wholly unimportant. 

Denki steps closer to you, shielding your faces from the guards as he lowers his voice. “I am your father’s guard second. I will always be your friend first.” 

If you could bottle those words and place them in your heart, you would. Make a potion or a wine out of them and drink them every day until you begin to believe you’re worthy of such devotion. You’d recite them like poetry to yourself in the mirror or under a frosted tree, savoring the simple but powerful intentions behind them. You would, if you were someone else. If you weren’t the dreaded princes drowning in Castle Lakemire. 

Instead, you grant him a genuine smile. Your arm stretches in front of you, a pinky finger held out. Denki mimics your actions and curls his own pinky around yours, offering a playful grin. Both of your lips turn down as soon as your sights land on a carriage approaching from the west. And from its ebony and crimson accents, you know it belongs to Lord Tomura. 

“Better find a bottle of whiskey, friend,” you mumble, gathering your skirts to walk to the entrance. If you must meet Tomura, you’d rather it be in the warmth of the castle. His presence alone is chilling enough. “This is sure to be an interesting night.” 

-

Denki, dressed in his finest pale gray tunic, has been given approval to join your family for dinner. Although your father can’t be bothered to pretend to be happy about it. He’s sat in his great chair at the head of the table, your mother at his left and Lord Tomura at his right. His own guard sits next to him, a black haired man with the ability to wield blue flames. Dabi, you’ve been told to call him. And while you’re thankful you haven’t been forced to sit next to the white-haired man or his comrade, they’re still too close for your liking. And the sultry gaze Dabi directs at you certainly isn’t helping. 

It’s a relatively small gathering. The oak table extends by several more rows than is occupied, but you suppose it’s purposeful. Truthfully, you’re shocked Kaminari is allowed to be present. Any time Tomura visits, your engagement or alignment is discussed, and your parents have granted you the courtesy of keeping those matters between yourselves. For now. 

“You look lovely, tonight, my rose.” Tomura’s compliment is laced with malice. His eyes are cold and hard, focused on you even as he sticks his fork into a cut piece of roast duck. The way his thin lips wrap around the greasy meat has you curling in on yourself, though you’re sure he means to allure you. It doesn’t. If anything, it urges you to vomit whatever dinner you’ve consumed across the table. 

“Am I not lovely every day?” You ask cheekily. Your smile is innocent along with your lifted tone. If he can play games, then so can you. 

Denki offers his fist below the table, which you hit with your own. His smile never falters as he enjoys his meal beside you, observing the drama before him. He might not be able to stand up for you here, but he’s proud to see you use your supposed innocence in your favor. If your parents want you to be their naïve, sweet daughter, then they’ll have to assume the best of you in front of guests. 

Across the table, Tomura’s jaw clenches while his fingers form a fist around his fork. Your demeanor doesn’t fool him. Not for a second. He can see the fire behind your mask of innocence, a lie put on to ridicule him and satiate your parents. But he’s endured worse.

“Of course you are,” he answers. “And you grow lovelier each time we meet.” His words sound forced, rehearsed until he adds, “Though I think I’d prefer to see you wearing colors from my land.” 

“I’ll inform the seamstress,” your mother assures him. She has her own practiced smile on display, though it’s more refined than yours. With her hair tied back into an elegant knot behind her golden crown and an emerald velvet dress tapered close to her body, she’s the embodiment of divine beauty. And though her expression would seem warm to most, you sense the coolness behind her stare. Behind both of your parents. 

Your father grunts in approval, offers a curt nod in Tomura’s direction. The room falls silent after that, silverware tapping lightly against porcelain and wine-filled goblets raising periodically. Dabi, the black haired man in a fitted, similarly colored tunic, has emptied three goblets already, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t concern you somewhat. More than once, you’ve noticed his chilling blue eyes focused on you in a less than formal glance. If his Lord notices, he doesn’t seem to care or correct his guard. If anything Tomura appears happy that he doesn’t have to play the role of seductive suitor. 

“How long will you be staying?” You chime in, partly to interrupt the tense silence but mostly to prepare yourself for however long you’ll have to deal with your betrothed. 

“I hope to stay for one week if that is agreeable.” 

“You’re welcome as long as you’d like,” your father answers before you have the chance to argue. “Your quarters are still set up and cleaned to your liking.” 

“Don’t worry,” Dabi suddenly interjects with a smirk. Despite the many glasses of wine he’s consumed, his tone is steady, raspy and sensual. “I’ll make sure the lovebirds don’t cause too much trouble while we’re here.” 

The table erupts with soft, polite laughter, although you’ve taken to skewering your roast duck as if it might still fly away. Dabi’s humor doesn’t sit well with you. There’s something hidden behind his structured jokes that leaves you uneasy, has you carefully watching the shadows when he’s around. Never mind the fact that you can’t trust Tomura to stop him should he act out. Your fiancé shows more genuine love for battle than for you. 

Your father is the one who speaks through the laughter first, his hardened gaze focused on you. “If you can get my daughter to do anything besides act like a ghost or a lost puppy, I’ll be surprised.” 

You ignore your father’s glare, shrugging your shoulders with an innocent smile the way your mother taught you. It isn’t until the others have begun a new conversation that you lean over to whisper to Denki.

“Do you think it would startle anyone if I threw an icicle at Dabi’s head?”

The blonde haired man barely covers his mouth before a muted chuckle slips out. He covers his actions well, dabbing a dinner towel against his chin as if he’d spilled something. His movements are quiet, easily looked over as he leans in as well. 

“Only if it made him toss his wine in Lord Tomura’s face, my rose,” he answers, mocking the lord’s nickname for you. 

Perhaps it’s the wine making your head fuzzy. Perhaps it’s because it’s the first interesting interaction you’ve had during this dreadful meal. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that you’ve been holding yourself back so long that you just can’t take it anymore, and you erupt in a fit of giggles. 

Your breathing is erratic as you attempt to cover your mouth with your own dinner towel, though it quickly falls in your lap thanks to your shaking hands. You should be embarrassed by your unmannerly actions, but it feels so good to laugh. You’re so elated you don’t even notice when your mother scolds you or tries to explain it to the others as if you’ve had too much to drink. It’s so easy to just pretend they’re not there, that you’re enjoying a casual meal with a friend. At least, until your father calls your name in a manner not unlike the booming of thunder. 

When your laughter quiets, the first face you see is Denki’s. He offers you a soft smile, reaching under the table to pat your leg in a comforting manner. It gives you enough courage to turn your gaze upon your father, whose brows are downturned along with his lips. His shoulders have begun to rise and fall with the effort of his calming breaths, and your mother has placed her palm atop his shoulder. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you quickly stammer. You try to conjure an excuse for your outburst, something, anything that will point the blame towards yourself or anyone except Denki. Nobody else could have heard what each of you said, you’re sure of it. By now, you and Denki have mastered the art of mischievous whispering, but the look Tomura and Dabi shoot at you gives you cause for concern. 

Nobody responds for a long while, each person evaluating the situation for an appropriate reaction. In another instance, it might not have been such a great ordeal. If you had shared an innocent laugh with a friend at a tavern, nobody would have given you a second glance. But here, in your father’s hall, Denki isn’t just a friend. He’s a guard, and you’re sitting opposite your fiancé, giggling and speaking to another man while ignoring him. It’s improper for someone in your position. You know this, but you’re so tired of pretending. 

“Well,” Tomura breaks the silence mercifully. “I think our rose has had enough to drink.”

“I agree,” your father says roughly. “As for you, Kaminari, I think it’s time for you to leave. I’ll deal with you later.” 

“Yes, my King.” Denki hurriedly pushes his chair back, the wooden legs scraping against the polished floor. He graces you with one more smile, a hopeful look despite the tense situation. For a moment, you believe in his humorous optimism. Everything will be alright, just like he says. Except, when he leaves, you’re left feeling cold again. Drained. Terrified of what’s to come in his absence. And while you’d like to run away behind him, you know you have to stay until you’ve been dismissed. 

“Perhaps we should disperse for the time being,” Tomura suggests, another act of mercy on his part. “I think I should see my betrothed to her room, just in case the wine takes hold again.” 

“Yes,” your mother agrees. “I think that would be wise.” 

Nobody says another word as Tomura mumbles a few orders to Dabi, who looks on with a satisfied smirk. You don’t have it in you to respond to his hatefulness, though, and you barely object when Tomura holds out his gloved hand. If it gets you away from this scene, you’ll take it happily. 

The walk through the corridors is quiet, your footsteps echoing around the empty halls. The tapestries of your household display no signs of glittering gold, the moonlight now showing off its silver flecks similar to snow. And that same lonely swan. You rip your eyes away from the animal, too pent up from dinner to stare at it any longer. Another reminder of the frozen desert you’ve found yourself in will be your ending, so you keep your gaze ahead, focused on matching your steps to Tomura’s.

He still hasn’t spoken to you, even when you’ve reached your chambers. His silence isn’t an all surprising factor, though. You’ve learned through his visits that Tomura rarely speaks to you unless your parents are around or unless you speak first. He’s kind enough in public to uphold his image and quiet enough in private to allow your privacy to remain intact. Whether it’s an admittance of his indifference towards you is yet to be determined, but you’d place money on him harboring minimal emotions for you. His interest in you is monetary, power hungry. He’s no different than your parents in that way, you suppose. It’s better this way, easier than trying to force a relationship that holds no meaning. So you’re more than a little surprised when his hand shoots out to hinder you from entering your room. 

Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to reach up and force his hand out of the way. It would be easy despite his strength. Denki has spent more than one night training you to defend yourself, and you’ve spent countless more honing your elemental abilities. You’re not sure what keeps you from reacting, keeps you quiet and compliant as Tomura grabs the back of your neck and squeezes. 

“I don’t care what you do in private,” he begins in a hushed whisper. His tone is harsh, vicious even when paired with his fingertips digging into the sides of your neck. “I don’t even care if you’re fucking your father’s guards. But you will not make a mockery of us in public. Drawing too much attention to us like that makes me look weak, and I didn’t pay your parents bags of gold for this. Do I make myself clear?” 

Who am I to argue? You think. He’s far too powerful for you to take on your own. His abilities have been talked about for years. It’s been said he can make a man decay in front of your very eyes if he chooses to do so. It’s one of the many reasons your parents had been so excited when he showed interest in you. 

Think of the powerful offspring! They had said. Think of the lands he will conquer in your name! They bragged.

Be obedient. Be silent. Be good. And just as easily as every other time, you froze. You shifted into a statue, a shell of your true self, and you simply nodded. 

“Good.” Tomura sneers, but his hand falls away from your neck. And like the true gentleman he is, he drops his hand onto the door handle and turns it for you. “Now get some rest, little rose. You’ll need it.” 

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Conseggquences Part 2 (Kinktober Day 31)

Dragon Bakugou x Reader

CW: Smut, Not SFW, Egg Laying, Adult Situations, Mild Hypnosis/Mind Control, Dub Con due to altered mental state.

Greetings on this very, very, very late kinktober post. It was supposed to be done first in October, then for Easter, but well, now here it is. Some have asked for it, and I hope you enjoy!

It’s been a learning experience, you thought moodily as you rubbed your swollen belly.  You’d been trapped in the dragon, Bakugou’s lair for a month now.  It’s not like you could leave anyways.  Even without how the amulet had altered your body, there was no way you could escape with the heavy clutch of eggs currently residing in your womb.  You had wondered if removing the amulet would reverse its effects on you, but you didn’t dare find out until these eggs were out of you.  You tried not to think about that too hard.  Partly because you didn’t want to guess the number or size of the eggs that resided within you, and partly because you didn’t want the amulet to react.

It had taken a week after your capture for you to begin to figure out the pattern.  Every time you felt extreme negative emotions, the amulet warmed, and your thoughts became calm and fuzzy.  Unnerved about your new tail and wings?  Warmth from the amulet that seemed to invade your brain.  Your thoughts had gone from frustration to calm.  Being a dragon was natural.  It was easy to control your tail and wings.  They were a part of you after all, and it felt so good.

Yeah, it had taken longer than you’d like to admit to figure out that the amulet could affect your mindset as well as your body, though unlike the physical changes, the fuzzy feeling of the forced mental calm didn’t last long, thankfully.  So it was just a matter of staying relatively relaxed and trying to figure out what to do about your situation.

Honestly, things weren’t that bad.  Yes, you had been changed into a dragon.  Yes, you apparently were going to be mother to some hatchlings.  And yes, for now you were still trapped in this cavern.  But you were surrounded by more comforts and opulence than you had ever dreamed of before.  Your nest was lined with finer fabrics than you’d find in palaces.  You had been concerned that Bakugou would expect you to eat raw rabbits whole, but had been pleasantly surprised when he had served you delicate, deliciously cooked meals.  You had asked him where he had gotten it, and he had beamed with pride before sweeping you into his arms and carrying you to the kitchen to show off one of his favorite parts of his hoard.  He had put you down in a comfortable chair while he walked around the room, pulling out small containers of exotic spices and explaining which were his favorite. That was another thing you were coming to terms with.  This dragon, this Bakugou was… not entirely what you expected.  He could change his size at will, but often remained smaller and with more human features.  You asked him why and he had answered “Because my mate prefers it.”  He had a foul temper.  When he was in a mood he would snarl and huff, smoke billowing from his nostrils.  Yet, he never took his temper out on you.  At most he would snap at you a little that he wasn’t in the mood for your questions.  He would huff his way out of the cavern, navigating the maze of passages you hadn’t had the chance to explore yet.  But when he would return hours later, he would come and curl himself around you, murmuring an apology.  He was arrogant and boastful, but generous.  Proud, but clingy.  He seemed to always want to touch you.  Not just for pleasure, but you would pull you into his lap and simply hold you, eyes closed and his nose in your hair.  He seemed… Very lonely.  You really didn’t know how to feel about him.

Well, you thought as you watched him approach you with a tray of food to nibble on, you supposed you had some time to figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke from your slumber to discomfort.  You couldn’t quite put your finger on it until a second contraction rippled through you.  Oh.

“Oh fuck.”

You hadn’t thought you had spoken that last bit aloud until you felt stirring behind you.  “Treasure?”  Bakugou’s sleep rough voice asked, as he tried to wrap an arm around you.  You hissed a breath, batting him away.  He sat up more with a grumble, ready to scold you until he got a good look at you.  His eyes darted from your pained face, to your awkward position, to your belly and back again.  His eyes widened.  “Oh.”  He whispered, sitting up to rest on his heels.  You whimpered at him.  “I’m not ready for this.”

“I don’t think the eggs care, Precious.”  He murmured as he brushed a stay hair from your face.  “It will be alright.  I’m right here.  Let me and the amulet help.”

You hardly hesitated before nodding.

Bakugou helped you sit while he rearranged the cushions and blankets of the nest.  “They’ll get ruined.”  You protest weakly.

“They’re just things.”  He replied curtly.  “They can be replaced.  My mate’s comfort is more important.”  Your heart fluttered, but the next wave of pain didn’t give you time to dwell on it.  Soon, Bakugou was easing you back onto the pillows.  You only half paid attention to him gently encouraging to get in whatever position felt right.  You started to disrobe and he quickly helped you until you were bare.  The contractions were coming faster, but with them was also coming the warm fuzzy brained feeling of the amulet working to calm you.  For once you welcomed the feeling.  The pain became a background noise to the rest of the sensations you were experiencing.  Yes, your thoughts whispered to you.  This was good.  You finally got to lay the clutch you and your mate had been waiting for.  You made a noise that was more moan than groan as another contraction pulsed through you.  Bakugou smirked, rubbing your leg in a soothing manner.

“There, Treasure.  That’s my good girl.  Don’t fight it.”

You nodded, slightly dazed.  You absolutely weren’t going to fight this.  You weren’t scared anymore.  And the pain, while still there, was being overshadowed by how good and right this felt.  You keened and held your arms out for your mate.  He chuckled softly before leaning down to kiss you.  The kiss started heated, a desperate meeting of tongues, teeth bumping until you found a rhythm.  Slowly Bakugou gentled the kiss, moving slower, and more tenderly.  He eased and nipped at your lip before pulling away.  You tried to chase his lips, but he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Let me check how you’re doing, Precious.  I need to take care of you.”

You whined, too gone for words, but nodded.  He ran a hand down you, tweaking a nipple and causing your whole body to jerk.  His hands continued down, down, until he reached your most sensitive area.  He stroked the area around your clit and you gasped, hips shuddering.  It had never felt so intense.  So intense it burned.  So good, but also much too much.  You wanted to lean into it and hump his hand like a shameless whore, but you wanted to pull away for his touch that was too intense and too much.  It was so hot and and tense and painful and so fucking amazing.  His large, firm hand on your hip stilled your movements.  You stared at him with wide eyes and begged.  

“Please!  Please, I need…” “Shhhh.  It’s okay.  I’ll take care of you.”

He looked at you as he carefully brushed his fingers over your sex.  

“You’ll be ready soon, Treasure.  And then our eggs will be here, isn’t that wonderful?”

You nodded, panting.  It was wonderful.  Your fuzzy mind couldn’t think of anything more wonderful at the moment.  He smiled down at you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before turning back to the task at hand.

His fingers stroked your puffy lips, each touch almost burning with intensity.  “Gonna make this good for you, Precious,” he murmured as he ran a single finger over your clit.  You gasped, jolting.  He stroked again with a smirk as you whimpered.  “Have a few more minutes, so let’s get you nice and relaxed.”  You moaned as he got to work, gently rubbing your opening while tweaking your nipples.  It was too much and not enough.  All you could do was moan and croon at your mate, such a good mate, taking such good care of you.  Your mind felt warm and fuzzy and you were happy to give into the feelings and emotions.  You raised your hips to rub more firmly against Bakugou’s hand, and he let you, increasing his own pace and pressure until you were shaking and panting.  He kept his pace steady. Your hand shot out to grab his free hand, and he intertwined your fingers.  “That’s it, Precious.  Let go.”  And so you did, with a gasp and a shudder.  Bakugou’s touch stayed steady through your orgasm, his fingers not leaving you until you collapsed back into the nest, panting.  He brushed his mouth to yours before he pulled back and maneuvered you into spreading your legs.

He touched gently and you sucked in a breath with a hiss.  The pain was more intense now, mixing with the pleasurable feelings equally.  Bakugou kissed your knee.  “It’s time for our eggs.  You need to start pushing, Treasure.  You can do it.”

You weren’t half as confident as he seemed to be, but the tightening of your abdomen rather clearly indicated that you weren’t going to get much choice in the matter.  You groaned as you felt the eggs shift inside you.  It was so strange, but at the same time felt right.  Your belly squeezed, and as it did you pushed.  You gasped and moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.  You had never been stretched like this before, and you had only just begun.  Your hands gripped the blankets underneath you, as you pushed again with a whine.  The fuzziness in your brain helped cut the pain, but it did nothing to ease the pure intensity.  Your nerves were singing.  All it would take is just one touch…

And Bakugou was more than happy to provide that touch.  He thumbed over your clit and you saw stars.  You screamed as you came, the tightening of your muscles pushing the egg down further.  There was no relief, the curve of the egg nudging against your g spot.  You moaned as you tried to gather more energy to push again.  Your mate wasn’t helping matters, as his hands roamed your body.  The touch was meant to comfort, and it did, but it was also arousing you more by the second.  You squirmed, not sure if you wanted to lean into the sensation or pull away.  You couldn’t focus enough to make up your mind as you were once again consumed with the need to push.  And so push again you did, the egg sliding further down.

“I can see it, Treasure.  Just a few more pushes and it will be out.  You’re doing so well for me.  Such a good mate.”  Bakugou crooned, stroking over your opening where the egg was just starting to peek out.  You whined, blood rushing to your cheeks as you nodded weakly.  Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you tried to collect yourself for the last few pushes.  Your next push rang another orgasm out of you as the largest part of the egg slid past your g spot.  Your opening was stretched tighter than it ever had been.  Bakugou crooned encouragement.  And then with one more push, there it was.  In a daze you marveled at the egg your mate cradled in his hands.  Orange and gold, larger than you had anticipated.  Bakugou gently tucked it into the other side of the nest.

“You did so well, Precious.  Look at what you made.”

“What we made.”  You murmured back.  You were rewarded by seeing a flush creep up your mate’s neck until his ears were bright red.  He nodded, keeping his eyes on the egg a few minutes more before turning back towards you.  “We’re not done yet, Treasure.  Need to get the rest of that clutch out of you.”

You groaned, staring down at your still large belly, feeling as eggs continued to shift inside you, making their way down.  It was going to be a long night.  But as you gazed at your mate, you didn’t think it was just the amulet that was making you feel like everything would be alright.

The second egg came quicker than the first, and the third quicker than the second.  You were grateful, because even though the last few were easier, you still were exhausted and covered with sweat by the end.  Though some of that might have also been the orgasms that had continuously been rung from your overstimulated body.  The warm fuzzy feeling of the amulet was starting to fade, and you were rapidly becoming aware of just how tired and sore you were.  You turned your head to watch as Bakugou gathered and tended to the eggs.  There were five total, all similar, with just enough variation in color to tell them apart.  He had moved them to a new area, building up a nest with sand.  You could tell he was telling you why, but you were too tired to pay attention to the words he was saying.  Instead you let the drone of his low voice lull you to sleep.

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The following days had been… strange.  Or maybe strange in how they weren’t strange.  Bakugou had cared for you and the eggs while you healed, which had only taken a few days.  He spent much more time in his full dragon form, curled protectively around you and the nest of eggs.  He hardly let you get up, so you spent a lot of time talking.  He explained what he knew about what the eggs needed.  The warmth of a dragon’s body, the occasional flames of the fire, gentle turning, and so much more.  You asked how he knew so much, and he told you about how things used to be.  How the area used to be home to a large flight of dragons that had protected the land and its inhabitants.  He talked about his mother, who was larger and fiercer than himself, his father who was calmer but could grumble like the thunder in the sky when he chose.  He told stories about the trouble he and his friends used to get into, and how the older dragons used to chew them out.  For the most part, you simply listened, but eventually one question had to be asked.

“Then… What happened?”  You asked quietly.  “Why were you here alone?”

Bakugou was silent for a time.  Just when you thought he wasn’t going to answer, he spoke again.

“There were some dragons who were… destructive.  We didn’t take the treat seriously until it was too late.  The humans had been turned against dragonkind.  Though they were smaller, they were clever.  They came after us with weapons and magic in great force.  They weren’t interested in anything we tried to tell them.  For a while we tried to hold our ground, to keep our land.  It didn’t work.  I was injured badly in the fights and fled into the caverns to recover.  By the time I was healed, everyone was gone.  Humans, dragons, everyone.  Nothing left but scorched earth.  I chose to wait here, to see if anyone would return, but no one ever has.  Now, there’s only me.”

Your heart ached for him and the weary loneliness in his voice.  You curled up against him and for the first time while clear headed, pressed a few soft kisses to the parts of him you could reach.  He gave a surprised huff before nuzzling you with his large head.  The two of you were quiet the rest of the evening, just taking comfort in each other’s presence.  

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You had a problem.

You had found the way out.

You hadn’t even been looking for it.  Not really.  You had been walking the caverns while Bakugou had slept, curled around your eggs.  There wasn’t much else to do.  You had read his small collection of books, and you knew better than to set foot in his kitchen without him.  So, you had crept out to explore a bit.  You had wandered aimlessly, mentally keeping track of your turns.  A smell you couldn’t quite place had wafted through the air, and you had followed the scent, not really thinking.  You weren’t expecting to round a corner and suddenly be greeted with sunshine, rustling grass, tall trees, and delicate wildflowers.

You were out.  For the first time in months, you were out.  A laugh escaped you before you clamped a hand over your mouth to prevent making more noise.  You were out!  And the dragon who had kept you here was still slumbering, unaware that you were out.  You looked around wildly.  The area wasn’t anything you had seen before.  But that didn’t matter much.  If you could just figure out what direction was what, you could…  You could…

Your thoughts stalled and you reached up to fiddle with the comfortable weight of the amulet around your neck.  For the first time, you reached up and slipped the leather strap over your head.  It dangled from your fingers heavily.  You wanted to be absolutely certain that your next few thoughts were your own.

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Bakugou awoke slowly, with a small inkling that something wasn’t right.  He blinked slowly, looking around before he began stretching.  He didn’t want to injure his mate or their eggs, after all.  His mate was not in their nest, which wasn’t unusual.  He nosed the eggs, rumbling out a low pleased sound.  His eggs.  If his friends could only see him now…

He blew out a low stream of fire, making sure each egg was nice and toasty warm before he stretched and shifted into his smaller and more human form.  He glanced around the cavern, frowning when he could not immediately spot his mate.  He had grown used to finding her reading.  He made a mental note to see if he could sneak into the city and procure more books for her.  His mate deserved spoiling after all.  And right now, he was going to spoil her with some food.  If he could figure out where she had gotten to, that is.

Bakugou poked his head into the kitchen, nothing.  He checked the bathing chambers, without success.  His brow furrowed as he went and poked around the silks and furs or the hoard, checking to see if she had curled up somewhere.  “Treasure?” he called quietly at first.  He raised his volume as his search continued to be fruitless, his panic rising.  “Y/N?  ANSWER ME!”  He was met only with his own echo.

Surely she couldn’t have…  Not after all this time.  He thought they were…  He thought…

With a roar, he surged out of the cavern, growing as he raced forward.  He guts twisted as his thoughts swirled.  Not again.  He couldn’t be alone again.  Please, he…  Bakugou violently shoved those thoughts down, trying his best to only focus on his rage.  He was going to find her.  He was going to drag her back and chain her to the fucking wall if he had to.  She is HIS and she would damn well learn that!

Bakugou burst out into the sunlight, growling as he took ragged breaths.  He needed to catch her scent, to find the little fool before some humans did.  He swung his enormous head from side to side and suddenly stilled.

There you were.  You were sprawled out, asleep on a rock.  You were laying on your stomach, your wings stretched out, soaking up the sun.  The amulet lay on the rock beside you.  Bakugou cautiously moved closer.

The tremors of the ground caused you to stir, and you fluttered your wings before you stretched, sitting up with a yawn.  You blinked up at the massive dragon towering over you and smiled softly.

“Hello, Love.  I’m sorry I worried you, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

You reached out your arms to him, making grabbing motions.  Bakugou didn’t hesitate a second before shrinking and changing just enough so that he could swing you into his arms, holding you tightly enough that it was just on the edge of being painful.  You hugged him in return, nuzzling his neck and pressing kisses there.  The two of you would need to have a long conversation later, curled against each other.  But for now, it was time for your mate to take you home.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #katsuki x you #dragon bakugou #reader insert #not sfw #bakugou katsuki #reader is female #female reader #egg preg #egg laying #dragon reader

[kleem-o]

bro i know you posted the dragon bakugou part 2 only yesterday but im begging for part 3 and 4 already

im so invested

thanks anon! this really means a lot to me 🥹 ill be posting part 3 soon i already got it finished!

^^ dragon bakugou whenever you do something confusing like doing a little silly dance or blowing bubbles on his face

#thank you all for the support! #bakugou katsuki #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #dragon bakugou #dragon hybrid

[s0nia246]

I'm obsessed with: Dragon Bakugou taking kidnapping Donkey Reader to his castle to mate and have his dronkeys.

I've been thinking about this every night since 2020. I'm blaming @miggiisdumb

#bnha #bnha smut #bnha hybrid #bakugou katsuki #dragon bakugou #Shrek #I'm honry... sorry #2am thoughts #brain rotting #brainrot

[thesoffgengar]

"this is my fiance, Kacchan!"

Izuku and dragon Katsuki travel the world together! Izuku loves cooking giant meals for his draak-kin beloved 💕

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my art #fanart #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #ktdk #fantasy au #dragon bakugou

[pixeldemonia]

Swear to protect and love you

I love how big he is compared to tiny me

(Fantasy au! but we're dragons, also, i didn't noticed that the wings are making a heart saped figure until i ended the drawing haha)

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[mhathotfic]

Alright time to pretend I’m not upset now

Kinda just wanna talk about amphibious dragon king Bakugou trying to wage war over territory with some lake-dwelling merfolk but whoops, he fell into their princess’s bed during an attempt at a peace negotiations.

Too hungry to think straight so I’m gonna go eat first though

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #fantasy au bakugou #dragon bakugou #pretty petra

[abeitriz]

In my last post i did a little ask for every katsuki lover, and since lots of people liked It.

i started writing

So.. a sneaky peaky

Darkness.

It was the only thing he could see ahead, the metallic taste of blood was flooding on his mouth, the excruciating pain on his back that burned with every little movement, The screams and howls of the crowd arround him filled his eardrums, he could hear the cries of dispair of the people, HIS people was being tortured and killed by those that call themselfs "the purifiers" commanded by who they called "Dabi

The darkness seemed to be closing in on him, suffocating him with its weight. He knew that he had to keep moving forward, to keep fighting for his people, but the pain was too much to bear. As he stumbled through the darkness, he could feel his strength fading away. But then, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance, and he knew that he had to conquer it. With every ounce of strength left in him, he pushed himself forward, determined to reach the light and find a way to save his people from the purifiers' grasp.

As he reaches for the light and held onto it with all his might, he experienced a sudden disappearance of all pain and a cessation of every scream, howl, and cry. When he opened his eyes once more, he was certain that he saw Macha, the goddess of wisdom, war, and death, shining in all her divine glory right before him.

He was dead, for sure.

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[summerinthecloudsx]

And the Dragon Wept

Bakugou Katsuki/Reader

Reader and Bakugou are over 21. M/C uses female pronouns.

Content Warnings: Violence, arranged marriage, verbal abuse, slow burn, fated mates trope, protective Bakugou, eventual smut

word count: 2.8k~

Chapter Two: 

Sleep doesn't come easily. For the first several hours, you toss and turn not because of the state of your bed, dressed with the finest ivory cotton and heaps of thick wool blankets, but because of the threat Tomura had made. Each time your eyes close, images of his outstretched hand greet you, an ominous chuckle echoing in all directions. His face is hidden aside from his eyes, the small irises gleaming blood red. You’d like to hide them in the shadows or avert your gaze from the malicious stare, but no matter how much you will them to leave, nothing happens. Your shadows stay swarming near you, coiling around your arms and legs in a way that feels more self destructive than comforting. They hold you stationary for Tomura’s desire, until the only thing you can do is scream and demand he keep his hands to himself. Your pleas are disregarded as he continues to advance on you, and you can almost feel the dryness of his hands as they reach to wrap around your throat. That is, until a low rumbling overpowers Tomura’s wicked laughter. 

The sound falls over your body in small waves of comfort, a shield of sorts to protect you from your betrothed, who appears as perplexed as you. His tiny red hues dart to every part of his surroundings, unable to find the source of the growling. It isn’t until warm steam begins to cascade over your body that Tomura’s eyes widen. And as if someone has lit a candle, his entire body comes into focus. You’ve never seen the dark mage so shaken, appearing small despite his muscled figure. His hand, trembling violently, remains in front of your throat even as a reptilian tale swishes and whips behind you. It’s a warning move, one that confuses and amazes you. Where the owner of the tale resides is no mystery, though you can’t bring yourself to turn and see the figure. Large, crimson wings unfold from the person behind you and curl around you protectively. They shield your eyes from Tomura at last, and then a great wave of heat surrounds you. It doesn’t take long for the screams of the dark mage to follow, his scratchy yelps the last thing you hear before you startle awake. 

The vivid dream replays during morning tea, which you’ve been instructed to attend with Lord Tomura. Perhaps it should scare you or make you feel ashamed for subconsciously imagining such a dreadful fate for the man, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any sort of sympathy. Instead, you’re left with a content smile, recalling the tenor of the dragon’s rumble behind you and the warmth of his fire. Where your mind conjured a dragon, you’re not sure. You’ve never seen one or heard one, only knowing stories your father used to tell you before his mind turned wicked. 

“You seem to be in a much better mood,” Tomura observes with a skeptical glance. He’s barely touched his food, though his tea is long gone. He’d scooped up the cup gratefully as soon as it appeared, tossing cubes of sugar and cream into it before slurping it like a starved man. 

“Pleasant dreams will do that, I suppose.” You don’t hide the dreamy stretch of your lips as you wrap your hands around the warmth of the porcelain.

The tea within is a staple of your kingdom, cool mint with notes of dark licorice and berries. It’s an acquired taste for most, one you hated when you first experienced it but grew to love over the years. The treats beside the beverage though are unusual. They’re rich, cream filled pastries with chocolate glaze and a dark red drizzle you assume is raspberry from the tartness. It’s not a treat your kingdom offers or a combination of flavors you prefer, the pastry too buttery and additives too sweet. You’d take the chef’s standard fire roasted pears, the tops caramelized and stuffed with various spices, over this heavy treat any day. 

“Once we’re married,” Tomura begins, a strange brightness in his eyes. “We’ll be able to have these treats more often. You’ll find my kingdom has far more delicacies and richness to be enjoyed.” 

His words leave a sour taste in your mouth despite the sweetness of the pastry. Your parents' arrogant pride has angered you for the longest, but you do still have love for Lolarys, your kingdom. For the light cast upon the fresh snow, shimmering like jewels and then offering a cool calmness once the moon rises. For the warmth of your foods to stave off the chill during the coldest months and the many festivities during the winter solstice. You crave the afternoons spent with Denki in the town square just a few miles south of Castle Lakemire. To hear the joyous yells of children tossing snow at one another or enjoying frozen treats while their parents set up their shops. Your kingdom is beautiful, hardworking and resilient. Near constant winter is hard to live in, and yet, your people flourish time and time again. You’ll not let a crude man disrespect them as such. 

“I hate to think of it,” you respond, the innocent, compliant woman long gone. “I greatly prefer the food of my own kingdom, and if I am to spend the rest of my days in yours, I will expect you to fetch my favorite treats often.” 

Tomura’s eyes narrow, jaw obviously clenched no matter the steps he’s taken to appear unbothered. It’s apparent he isn’t used to people bossing him around. He’s been left to his own devices, making decisions as he sees fit and forcing his kingdom to go along with them or suffer the consequences. You can’t do much against him, against this marriage, but you can become a thorn in his side. And if that’s what you must resort to, then so be it. 

“That cold switch of yours is becoming rather bothersome.” He manages to spit the words between clenched teeth. “I can only hope it will fade once we enter Astradius.” 

It won’t, you want to tell him as he scoots his chair back and stands upright. If anything, it will grow stronger. Perhaps it’s the stubbornness you inherited from your father, but the darkness looming around Tomura’s lands has already turned your blood to ice. An evilness lives there, not the dormant restrained kind one would expect but a very real, malevolent presence. And you’re determined to never let it subdue you. 

“I suppose you’ll find out, won’t you?” Your smile is anything but kind, shadows wrapping around your arms in smoky tendrils. There is a viciousness, a cunning predator inside you as well, and it will do Tomura well to be reminded of it. 

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You’ve been granted some freedom from your betrothed after morning tea. Not long after he excused himself, your trusted advisors informed you that your father would be speaking with Tomura about the details of their alliance, and monetary gains, for the remainder of the day. 

With a contented sigh and a fur coat draped over your figure, you hurry out of your room. Your feet carry you swiftly through the halls of the castle, down the steps of the entrance and to the stables where you’re sure Denki is working. It’s a frequent punishment your father hands out even to his top guards. Anger him or anyone he deems worthy enough, and you’ll land yourself on stable duties for at least a week. 

It isn’t all bad, though. Hard work of course, but the stables are heated with a constant flow of magic from the elementals working there, taking shifts so that none of them grow too tired. You usually only ever see the fire wielders who work the day shift, though there have been a few nights where you found yourself sneaking into the stables. The men and women there had only greeted you with a skeptical glance, quiet as the snow outside until Denki poked his head out of one of the stalls and assured them you were a friend. It didn’t take long before they offered you a warm ale and a spot at their cards table. They were kind, even when some of them became too drunk to remember exactly who you were, perhaps especially then. You craved the familiarity of humanity without a royal title strung around your throat like a noose. To simply be and laugh and drink as one of the stable members, who by all accounts weren’t without their fair share of troubles as well. And yet, they had welcomed you as one of their own thanks to Denki, though you’d like to think they kept you around due to your own personality. 

Today though, you’re greeted by the day shift. Not unfriendly exactly but definitely not as willing to engage in conversation with the king's daughter.

As you enter the large wood and iron building, you shrug off your heavy coat, a deep violet wool dress that ends at your ankles rustling from the movement. The workers greet you with a curt nod of their heads, your only interaction before they resume their work bustling around the stables with stacks of hay or lanterns filled with their beautiful flames. Warmth spreads from the source to your chilled cheeks and exposed hands, the gray and black engagement band suddenly feeling more like a painful brand than a sign of unity. You’d like to rip the thing off and toss it far out of view. As it is, you settle for hiding it beneath your coat. 

“Is Denki here today?” You ask one of the men working, his dark hair shaggy and falling in his eyes.

He’s older, though not much older than your father, and he grunts in response. His pale green eyes take in your form, softening when he notices the way you’re hiding your hand. His brows knit together despite his soft gaze, and his lips fall just slightly.

“He’s in the stall with your mother’s horse,” he says quietly. “Your father and Tomura will be down in a few hours to take a trip to the town square, though.” 

You nod appreciatively at his warning. You’d rather not make things worse for Denki by showing yourself alone with him again, so you’ll be sure to leave before the other two arrive. 

A large black mare greets you with a soft huff when you approach the stall near the back of the stables. The beast isn’t aggressive exactly, though she tends to shy away from unfamiliar guests. You haven’t seen her in quite some time, so you’re not surprised to see her inch back a bit. As you’ve been taught, you lower your head in a bow and wait for Denki to calm her before you move any further. 

“Show her your shadows,” Denki suggests, his large hand gently petting her side. He gives a short chuckle at your widened eyes and adds, “She likes when your mom reveals her shadows. It calms her down for some reason.” 

You do as he instructs. Tendrils of black smoke glide across your skin like silk, floating in the direction you’ve pointed your right arm. They dance across the short distance, swirling intricately until they rest upon the mare. She lets out another huff, this one more excited than the last and whinnies prettily. A pleased smile from Denki tells you it’s safe to fully enter the stall. 

“I’m sorry my father put you on stable duty,” you sigh. With the mare nosing at your shadows, you take your place on the other side of her, hand raising to pet her soft coat. 

Denki snorts. “Between the three of us, this is a nice change.”

There’s something cold in his words despite his usual airy tenor. Something haunted. You try not to pry, knowing as a guard he’s seen his fair share of battle and death. And who are you to attempt to empathize with that? You know how selfish it would seem, a sheltered princess apologizing on behalf of her power hungry father. There’s no imagining how many comrades have fallen in Denki’s presence all for the sake of expanding your kingdom. It’s the only wedge you think might divide your friendship with the energetic blonde, so you dare not approach it. 

“How was it after I left?” He asks, maneuvering around the horse to stand beside you. 

You wish he’d stayed on the other side. You’d like to shield your face, knowing it often betrays you. Whatever emotion you feel is so easily displayed on your features despite whatever cool tone you choose to use. It’s no wonder then, that Denki responds with a roll of his eyes when you mumble a quick, “It was fine.” 

“You were fine walking through the dark halls with Lord Tomura?” He asks, protectiveness hiding beneath his teasing lilt. “I mean, he seemed pretty put off.” 

You will not make a mockery of us… Do I make myself clear?

The threat echoes within your mind once more. His cold finger tips squeezing the back of your neck and itching for a reason to tarnish the flesh. What would he think if he realized you’d told Denki? More importantly, what would Denki do? 

“He was…a little upset.” You don’t elaborate, at least not immediately. It’s quiet for a moment before you let out a sigh. Denki won’t take such an explanation by itself. “He told me I embarrassed him,” you finally admit, pulling your hand away from the mare while your shadows scratch at the spot between her ears. “And warned me to not do it again.” 

Denki reaches out then, gloved hands turning your cheek to face him. Yellow hues examine your skin, every inch he can see at least, and you’re smart enough to understand what it means. To see it for the brotherly attention that it is rather than that of someone wanting to court you. “Did he hurt you?” He finally asks when his eyes can’t seem to find a single inflicted bruise or blemish on your skin. 

Not yet. You know he has it in him. Can see the way his crimson eyes narrow when you do something he finds distasteful or annoying. He’s kept himself in check so far, has been well-behaved save for the previous night. And if your instincts are correct, the encounter was but a glimpse of what waits for you when you enter his kingdom. When you’re no longer under the safety of Denki or your parents. After you’ve given him a powerful heir. What use will you be to him then? 

“I can’t marry him,” you whisper, unable to stop the few tears that have taken solace in the corners of your eyes. They spill over, leaving wet tracks down your cheeks as reality sets in once more. 

“Did he hurt you?” Denki repeats, firmer this time. All light has left his face, no more of the cheerful, mischievous man you’ve grown to admire. 

“He will,” you say quietly, surely. Because you know it. Deep in your soul, you understand what you are to Lord Tomura. And if the looks his advisor has given you are any clue, you understand how easily he’ll toss you to the blue flame wielder once you’ve served your purpose. 

“He won’t get the chance.” Denki’s response is absolute with no room for argument or doubt. 

“But I can’t dishonor my parents,” you argue despite his confidence. “They’ve already made the agreement and when he takes me to–.” 

“He isn’t taking you anywhere,” Denki whispers, blonde locks swaying as he glances at your surroundings. “Listen, do you trust me?” 

Your heart thuds fiercely behind your chest as the loaded question sinks in. Do you? Of course. You trust him with your life, but you’re not sure you trust his own nonchalance for his own life. Your fate is decided. You can’t go against your parents, even with your friend’s help. 

“Trust can’t help in this situation.” 

Denki lets out an amused laugh along with another roll of his eyes. “Well, Princess,” he begins in a teasing tone. “Meet me at the stables at midnight, and we’ll see how much trust can help, okay?” 

“Midnight?” You all but gasp, careful not to spook the mare. “You can’t possibly come up with a secure plan in these few hours!” 

His brow lifts, lips curling in his mischievous grin you’ve grown to love. “What makes you think I haven’t been working on this since the engagement was announced? Do you really think I’d let my best friend force herself into such a dreadful fate?” 

Your skin feels hot, prickly despite the chill lurking outside the stable walls. This is dangerous. It could end with both of you imprisoned or worse. Still, Denki seems confident, and having risen in rank so quickly at a young age, you feel almost obliged to listen to him. 

“Midnight,” you mumble after a long while of silence.

Denki nods. “Midnight behind the stables.”

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[redpandaramblings]

the dragon bakugou fic was so sweet!!! :( <333 i love the way yu describe his transformations!!! also the way he’s so soft & rough around the edges is just <3 i love the way you write him! dragon bakugou being the best dad to his kids will forever be in my mind now <333

You ever seen a video of a male lion letting his cubs pounce his tail, chew on his ears, and climb all over him? That is 100% Dragon Dad Bakugou with his hatchlings. Would very literally bite the head off of anyone who would try to harm them.

I tend to see and write Bakugou in general as a mix of soft and rough. His feelings for his partner run extremely tender, but he's not always proficient in expressing that, which frustrates him, which makes him act grumpy... Vicious cycle that is disrupted by partner kisses. When y/n calls him any sort of endearment or pet name? Absolutely short circuits the man.

#pan speaks #answering asks #dragon bakugou