#a little fun with series

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: A Little Fun With--- Alfie***

Words: 3.9k

Warning: Mild Cursing, NSFW, Fun, Crude Language, Mild C*m Play, Glove Free Lovin, Kink Talk/Play

Summary: Just a fictional assumption in a few categories of this beautiful man above. Of course, he's with you. So, self-insert. Yaay!

Note: So I am going to try something in sort of a headcanon format and see how it plays out. BTW this is how I write headcanons and it may be wrong. I don't care. I have a few of these for different celebs and characters I write for so look out for others. I've titled this the "A Little Fun With--- Series". Everything is standalone and each addition will be headlining someone new.

Note II: Stop by, tell me what you think. Is there a topic/category you would like me to add? I have a pretty big list already but lemme know I'm curious.

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Sensitivity?

His body isn’t all that sensitive as a whole but there are definitely parts that are.

For instance, his ears are one of his erogenous zones that will begin getting him in the mood.

His neck is also pretty sensitive to little nips of the teeth and sucking.

However when you touch his legs that really gets him going especially rubbing his thigh slowly. Doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is, he is ready to pounce on you.

So of course it’s something you take advantage of every single opportunity you get.

At home watching movies for the night of course your hand misses the popcorn bowl resting on both your thighs and you lay your hand atop his knee. He is focused on the movie, but that Sagittarius brain can focus on a few things at a time and your hand on his knee is one of them.

You’ll keep it there for a few moments to avoid suspicion and just when you think he’s not expecting it you will slide your hand higher along his thigh taking in the lean and tight muscles there.

No matter how interesting the movie is, you have his full attention now and you being the master of seduction know just what to do with said attention.

When you’re with him as his date to the BAFTAs and you’re seated next to him with him paying close attention to the presenters and winners trying to absorb everything he can, again he is a Sag, you place your hand gently on the middle of his thigh. It automatically flexes as he’s so attuned to your touch.

He’ll return the favor and place a strong possessive hand on your thigh under the table making sure his long slender fingers grip your fleshy inner thigh.

You will then inch your hand higher and higher until you feel his eyes beaming a hole into the side of your head because he’s caught on to your plan.

“Be careful, darling, I am not so British that I won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom to have my way with you.” That is his only warning as he squeezes your thigh letting you know he means every word.

Yeah, our cutie is sensitive alright.

Favorite Part Of You?

Oh boy, he is a sucker for your gorgeous face in whatever form you put it.

Little to no makeup? Loves it. He’ll always be leaning into you to whisper in your ear; “You’re so gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

Face beat to perfection? He’s completely heart eyes and refuses to not touch you while out together. Though he is not obsessively possessive, he does like to stake his claim.

If you get too much male attention it doesn’t make him insecure though. He’s pretty secure in the fact that he knows you’re his.

Alfie is also a sucker for a great pair of legs. They don’t have to be long and lean. He just loves nice legs.

Moisturized, glistening, slim, doesn’t matter. However, he thoroughly believes thick thighs save lives.

Just as you know thigh touching turns him on and will do it just for the fuck of it, he will grab your thighs or feel on your legs just for the fuck of it too.

You could be out together in broad daylight in the middle of the park having a picnic and he’ll grab you by your thighs and pull you to him keeping his large hands on them. It’s his world.

Sitting taking a coffee or hot chocolate break while shopping in winter? Your thighs are the best spot for his hands to warm up and he’ll often push them through your crossed legs not caring who sees it.

Hips. Good heavens. The number of times his hands will grip your hips says more about him than you. He loves a set of great hips. He’s practically obsessed.

 You will often watch as his eyes are glued to your hips when you reveal your lingerie for the night. You’ll peel it off torturously slow just to rile him up and make sure your hips are the very last thing you reveal.

“Bloody hell, love. I’m so hard for you. C’mere.” His voice is deep, accent thick, eyes hooded, and mouth half open.

His hands are on your hips before you even take two steps toward him.

The next morning, you wake up with plenty of marks along your thighs and hips, all his tokens of absolute loyalty to you.

This is a man who knows what he likes and takes it without fear. Sag is the Ram after all.

Bottom Or Top?

Depends on what his mood calls for. There are times when he loves and cannot say no to you on top so he can not only sit back and enjoy the sensations but also enjoy the show. Remember Sag is like a sponge they can soak multiple things up at once.

These times he finds himself getting lost in the roll of your body as you rock back and forth on him. He’s been known to get so enthralled with watching you that his pleasure increases tenfold and inevitably he cums sooner than expected.

Don’t fret that doesn’t mean he’s done though. Multiple rounds are a common thing in your house and because you know what buttons to push when you’re on top you like to see how long he’ll last.

“It’s all fun and games until 9 months from now you’re holding someone with my eyes, pretty girl.”

He thinks that’s a threat to you, but it only makes you more brazen and when you get wild like that it only fuels him to be freakier.

A lot of times Alfie likes to be on top, it doesn’t matter the particular position at all. If he’s on top, he’s plowing you raw no in between.

On top with you on your back? Fuck yes, he loves to watch the faces you make as he fills you to the hilt. He particularly loves it when your eyes roll to the back of your head in different directions.

On top with you on your knees? Say less. Backshots give him the chance to grip as tight as he wants to those hips of yours while watching your ass wave with each and every thrust.

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, I can tell by how she squeezes me, love.”

Mans is just super obsessed with every inch of you.

Self-Lovin or No Self Lovin?

When you’re away or he’s away, Alfie is pretty restrained and able to push off the need for physical gratification for a good length of time. He’ll distract himself with other things like work, or reading, exploring, and things of that sort.

Before you he’d been known to go months and months without needing to hook up with anyone, and maybe 2 months without needing to jerk off. Since you, it’s a slightly different story.

If either of you are out of town it’s a nightly occurrence while you’re on video call with one another. It’s never planned or anything, it just always happens because he sees you, hears your voice and he wants you.

In the middle of him asking you about your day and you giving a detailed rundown you’ll notice his hand disappear and when you bring it to his attention he’ll give you that amazing double cheek dimpled grin that screams shy innocent schoolboy who’s just been caught doing something naughty.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t even realize it. I was just listening to your voice, and I wanted you.”

“My voice? So you don’t even need to see any skin anymore?”

Hearing the tease in your voice he’ll begin openly stroking himself drawing your eyes to the motions of his large hand.

“Damn, I wish it was your hand.”

Seeing how tightly he’s gripping himself you take it as your cue to tempt him further. You’ll lower your robe so he sees your bare breasts then cup them so he can imagine his cock right between them.

"Fucking—so beautiful, love.”

It doesn’t take him long from there. His pants and whimpers fill the room as his hand jerks his cock faster and faster. You watch him come undone shooting stream after stream onto his bare abdomen.

If you’re together the only time he is jerking off is if you’re not feeling well enough to please him and if that happens he’ll go to take a shower, come back, and be back in control.

Again, a Sag through and through.

Quick Release or Duracell Battery?

Neither and both, if that makes sense. Remember how he is completely at your disposal because he’s so head over heels? You are his weakness so some nights and some positions he’s done in fifteen minutes but will re-up for round 2 of 10. Better believe that those 15 minutes will leave you hoarse and breathless though.

Alfie taps your ass as your face is down in the pillow still trying to catch your breath. “Come back here.”

“Wait baby, I need a minute.”

“You had two. I’m sure you have at least 4 more in you.” He’s tapping your ass again before he manually rises your hips bringing your ass up to him. Your face remains in the pillow.

“Mmm, such a gorgeous bum!” Alfie drops a heavy hand across it making you whimper and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t whimper love, I’ll give you what you want.”

Seconds later you’re feeling his lips between your legs bringing you back to life and just like that the start bell has rung for round 2.

Usually, you’re the one tapping out long before he’s fully satiated.

Lingerie or Costumes?

Oh, Alfie is all about the lingerie.

He thinks is versatile and can even serve as a costume.

He loves to just watch you walk around the house in loungewear that looks like lingerie. It’s become so normal that you don’t notice the way he watches you, but he notices you every time you are wearing something he likes.

So what does he like? It depends. If you’re lounging around the house he prefers sweet and innocent things with hints of sexiness.

Lace and frill usually always get his attention. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and Sags always using all their senses.

You’ll be cooking dinner in a cute but sexy matching two-piece set that is see-through showing him hints and peeks of your luscious skin and he’ll forget about whatever he’s doing and do it in the kitchen while you cook. He’s not there to keep you company, he’s there to be a perv and watch you lean over, bend over, squat down, reach high, and get splashes of water on yourself.

He thinks you don’t know but you do. Hello, no one needs to bend over to their toes to look inside the dishwasher every 5 or so minutes. No one.

If it’s a night of fun he likes things a lot sexier and more sensual.

Is it tight and fitted across your body? Good.

Does it showcase your killer curves and amazing assets? Thank heavens.

Is it in his favorite color or turquoise? Yes, please.

Is it strappy or has multiple pieces? Send—help!

The second he sees you in any of these you know he’ll control himself until the very last moment but be tortured the entire time.

He likes to watch your body move in it, likes to see you bend over for him. He’s known to snap straps against your skin because he likes the sound it makes.

For Alfie, lingerie is like an hors ‘d oeu vres before the appetizer and he loves to take part.

Quiet or Moaner?

This man is a moan stifler. He wants you to know how good you’re making him feel but in the same breath, he doesn’t want you to know because he knows you’ll just take the opportunity to go berserk on him.

Alfie will moan, pant, whisper your name and even grunt out explicatives letting his accent come through sporadically. Usually, he chooses other ways to let you know that you’re fucking him good.

His hands will roam and grip you never staying in one place too long.

The tighter his grip the more your kitty kat has him at dangerous levels of losing his shit.

However, he can try to remain as tight-lipped as he wants because when you hear him suck in a breath as if he’s just touched a hot pot and feels the instant pain you know you have him.

The sound is his tell and you’ve never told him that you know it.

You’re bouncing on top of him, back and body arched backward, hands planted just atop his knees with your head held back enjoying every sensation of his long shaft hitting you right where you want it.

When you begin grinding your hips that’s when you hear it; the sound is followed by a guttural but half-stifled groan. A mischievous smirk spreads your face as you up the ante and clench around him. That’s when you hear his whimper. The whimper of a man who has just let it slip that he’s begging you for mercy.

However, there is no mercy here. You won’t be satisfied until he’s shouting your name. It doesn’t take long before you finally hear it.

“Aah, yes, yes, baby, yes Y/N.” Each word is slightly higher pitched than the last. Alfie moans ending on a whimper as you milk him dry.

Try as he may, quiet is not an option with you.

Eater or Naw? Eating Style?

Wow, wow, wow! First of all, Sag loves oral pleasure. Receiving! Giving! He loves it and is in it to win it until you scream from it! And scream from it you do—on a daily.

Alfie loves to torture you with it too. He loves to go excruciatingly slow as if he is repainting the Mona Lisa with his tongue on your kat.

Eating you is no quick affair for him. It is not a spread, lick and done. It is an event, thee entire meal and adventure and he treats it like your pleasure is the most important thing to him. Bless his heart.

He’ll torture you with teasing licks, kisses, and nibbles across your inner thighs (the ones he loves so much).

Then he’ll pepper kisses across your cunt being sure to tell you just what he thinks of it.

“Such a pretty little cunt you have love.”

When he starts to use his tongue you’re soaking wet and shaking from anticipation. Just the way he likes you.

He doesn’t go for your clit like you want he traces your lips then frustrates you when he kisses your inner thighs again.

“For fuck’s sake put your lips on my pussy, now!”

Of course, he loves when you go feral, but he isn’t a cruel man. Once you’ve reached that point he shows some mercy and gives you what you want.

However, once you’ve cum all over his mouth he doesn’t stop. It’s his mission to make you cum again and again and get you to the point where you are begging him to fuck you from how sensitive you are.

His response to how much of a mess he’s made you?

“All you had to do was ask, love.”

The man gets a gold medal and an A in the sport.

Any Kinks?

DTF. DTF. DTF. Simply put? The man is down to fuck and explore any kink once. He is a man who likes to read, research and believes you never stop learning and likes to be well-rounded.

Don’t let his innocent face fool you. He can get into some wild stuff given the chance and the right partner. He believes pleasure is a good thing and everyone deserves it.

Since he is spontaneous his kinks can come out of nowhere.

You’re sitting in the park late at night enjoying the skyline view and he’s directing your hand to his crotch.

You’ll protest from shock of course. “We’re in the open.”

“So. No one is even here. Sit on my lap.”

You’ll look next to you a few feet away and see another couple sitting just like you watching the skyline. You’re thinking either he’s blind or insane. That’s when he’ll whisper in your ear.

“I want to make you cum right here, right now.”

You are wide-eyed and unsure of what has come over him. You try to convince him that they’ll hear you if he does that. His slow wicked smirk comes next.

“I know princess. I want them to hear you and know what we’re doing. I want them to know how well I’m fucking you. Now sit on my lap.”

Impossibly possible he’s made you soaking wet just from that sentence alone and sure enough in no time at all he’s making you cum as you screech his name through your clenched jaws and he’s staring right at the couple who has given you their undivided attention.

The man has no shame.

It’s a common practice for Alfie to whip out the cuffs or the rope to tie you to something because he loves being in control and seeing you tied up unable to move while he has free rein over your body and every aspect of your pleasure makes him harder than fire blown glass.

The night he surprised you with a brand-new sex swing was an unforgettable night that left you voiceless for two days.

Then the night he sat back and watched another man shamelessly flirt with you also was in your top unforgettable nights. It ended up with him pulling you into a dark corner and fucking you up against a wall with his hand around your throat. It was the night you realized your kinks aligned.

You went home and played around with a dom and sub scenario that even included him playing the sub once.

His freak flag flies high as well as his kink flag.

Where Does He Put It?

Since the 2nd-ish month of your relationship, you haven’t worn any condoms.

After you’d both been honest with each other about your pasts, been vulnerable with one another to declare your true intentions with one another, and gotten tested then there was really no reason in either of your minds.

You’d always been on BC for better menstrual management and that was now your primary means of protection.

So, Alfie is usually always finishing right where he likes—inside of you.

The first time he did it with your permission you noticed how much he’d cum. Then you noticed how mesmerized he was by it.

He was transfixed with thrusting in and out of you slowly to see his seed slowly seep out as he withdrew.

“Shiiit, that’s so hot.”

He’d continue dipping in and out of you while watching your combined fluids interact.

When he changed up and slammed into you and his cum dribbled out of you he would groan.

“Fuck, you look so good with me dripping out of you, love.”

The moment you realized he had some kink and was probably into cum play was when he pulled out and used his well-lubricated cock to flick across your swollen bud while painting himself all over your mound.

“It’s all mine. I marked it!”

How creative, right?

Piercings/Tats?

The only piercing he has is a small nose one from his younger years.

That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have gotten more if he wasn’t an actor.

You’ve openly discussed something small that the two of you could tattoo as a symbol of your love and loyalty to one another plenty of times and he is the one who shows more and more interest with every conversation.

“Would you put my name—right—there?”

Alfie is kneeling between your thighs with one of your legs arched atop his shoulder and the other relaxed back on the mattress. You are bare for his eyes. It’s a question that comes out of nowhere just as the ‘thwack’ of his long cock on top of your pubis comes out of nowhere.

“Why, you want to tag me up?”

Alfie’s smile is wide. He thrusts his hips forward and back in a slow motion that sends his shaft rubbing against your clit. “Hm, wanna see your name across this pussy, baby?”

That smile only gets wider and more dangerous and again out of nowhere he connects your bodies in one powerful buck of his hips. The stroke sends your head back into the pillow as you press your palm to his defined abs.

“Shit baby. Mmm!”

You quickly get lost in the pleasure he’s giving you and long moments pass before your eyes meet his again. You drop your hand and wrap it around his shift squeezing.

Alfie’s groan is strained but his thrusts remain relentless. Tightening your grip, your hand serves a similar purpose to a cock ring and the increased sensations make his hips stagger.

“You gonna put my name on this long dick babe? Gonna let me tag you up so it’s obvious that you have no future without me?”

A literal growl slips from his lips and in seconds he’s pressed your thighs wide and to the mattress. Beast mode initiated.

Yeah, tattoos could be fun.

Post-Coital Cuddler or Knocked Out?

Definitely into post-sex cuddles.

The usual positioning is you colliding into his side and laying your head on his shoulder.

He’ll instinctively wrap his arms around you cocooning you in his embrace.

It’s a good position because within minutes if the two of you are totally spent you’re fast asleep.

If not it leads to some silly post-sex teasing.

“Tell me again who was whimpering my name telling me to slow down?”

His Sag confidence is always coming out.

“I guess I learned how to whimper from the king of whimpering. Who is it that whimpers the most when they’re inside me?”

The teasing is fun and usually leads to another round where you’re silly together and laugh the entire time.

If on rare occasions there Alfie does knock out it’s when you’re on top and in your ‘finish him’ mood and show the fuck off. Those are the times you drain him ruthlessly without giving him any chance of recovery.

“Y/N, wait. Hang on.”

You’ll put his hands on your hips. “You can hang on to these 'cause I’m not stopping.”

The way he arches back and squeezes your hip you know he’s overstimulated. Still, you continue grinding your hips on him.

Even when you see the veins in his neck pop out you continue. It doesn’t take him long to rise to the occasion again.

After, in under 5 minutes he’ll be knocked out. It always leaves you proud as hell repeating Nicki Minaj’s lyrics. “Pussy put his ass to sleep now he callin’ me Nyquil.”

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[nevesceramics]

intimacy

2019

cone 1 terracotta, glaze

[ellalily]

Soldier, poet, king.

For @cinnacrafts, happy holidays!!! You had an epic list of prompts, and it was a bit of a struggle trying to pick just one idea. (Or, technically, three😅) But I had a lot of fun working on this project, and I hope you like!

For @hermbi-discord's yearly gift exchange:D

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[polekands]

7 artworks for 9 weeks of secret life - I don't know when was the last time something made me create so much art in such a span of time

what a blast!

even more art and doodles under the cut!

[bishopony]

sad rares inspired by a thunderstorm the other night

[paintpanic]

CONCEPT: fucked up evil dimension not unlike the mirror world in which every character is the bizarre fandom-ized version of themselves.

[fantasykiri5]

I’m a little sick of how Lizzie’s death is just being made about Jimmy and the canary curse now so.

How about writing about how it was a freak accident. How much more tragic it was that it was in fact an accident.

She wasn’t expecting it. Nobody else was expecting it. Half the server laughed. Some of them died not 10 minutes later. I’d like to think she got to laugh at them in whatever afterlife they’re stuck in till the end. Or cuss them out a bit. Or both.

She didn’t have any allies. A couple shaky truces, but no real allies. She didn’t get to take revenge on Scar (for the many, many, times he wronged her.) or anyone else really.

She died without turning in her second red task. She’d completed it. She wanted to take out Scott before she turned it in. She died.

Scott was this close to falling off the ledge after her first couple hits. His feet were practically off the edge. If you think hard enough about it you can see the pebbles and dust crumble away as he dances the edge of the cliff, just pixels away from her completing what she set out to do. Something she set out to do largely for fun. It wasn’t in her task to hurt Scott. Scott brought gifts to her party after showing up late, he wronged her but there were many who wronged her tenfold. She was going to kill Scott because her husband asked, and she’d just hit him over the head with rocks so she might as well. She kept doing it for fun. She was red. She might as well. Maybe everyone who didn’t come to her party would fear her a little then.

Maybe you should write about how Lizzie lived in a pumpkin house, had a whole pumpkin patch, was one of the two people who found the pumpkins first with gem, and all it would have taken for her to not die there would have been to wear one?

Maybe you should write about how if she’d looked just a fraction to the left or right she wouldn’t have looked at the enderman? How if she had reacted with the enderpearl a few seconds earlier she could have made it back up? How she only thought to throw it because she started taking damage as she sunk into the bottom of the void? How the only reason she didn’t was because she wasn’t expecting it?

Maybe you should write about how she wasn’t expecting it.

Lizzie wasn’t expecting it.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ chronicle #4 : welcome back ♡

wc : 5338

somehow, you've gotten used to living without your dragon man.

it shouldn't have been that hard to began with, you reason. since you'd only been living with him for a couple of weeks. you'd spent your whole life without this rude, bratty, infuriatingly handsome dragon guy. it really shouldn't have been hard.

you wake up to get ready for work feeling more tired than usual. this had been the case for the last two weeks now. you're lost at work, you've been really close to coming late more than once. you're coworker sachi has also asked if you were sick at least 5 times in one week, so you assume you don't exactly look your best right now.

you grab some leftovers from the fridge, hastily throwing them in the microwave to check up on your coffee. when you're done eating with the only background noise being the tv playing some game show reruns, you put your plate in the sink and remember a little too late that no one's there to clean them up for you anymore. you feel stupid, staring at the dishes like they'll suddenly wash themselves.

you'll wash them when you get back.

work goes by in a blur. you hardly remember what you did, who you'd talked to or what you had for lunch. the trip back home feels unfamiliar, like someone else was controlling your body for you. you don't mind as long as you can go home and sleep.

when you walk through your door, you check your couch reflexively, even though you've reminded yourself multiple times no one would be waiting there for you. the tv's turned off like it was when you'd left, there's nothing cooking on the stove, and there's no one on your couch.

despite reminding yourself.

you really need some sleep.

you order take out and eat while watching your favorite show for the 5000th time. it feels boring instead of comforting like it usually is, so you end up skipping a bunch of episodes straight to your favorite.

sometimes, you feel like it was all one big dream. falling in love with a dragon only for him to leave you seemed like something you could really only see in your own fantasy. but you know it isn't, because if it were you'd be able to forget about it. about him. but you can't.

it isn't painful, it doesn't feel like your heart is about to burst. it just feels so lonely. you feel like a part of you is missing, like a piece of your heart was filled to the brim with warmth only for that part to be taken away from you and leaving you cold and hollow. you don't like feeling like this. you shouldn't feel like this over someone you'd technically just met.

but it wasn't like that with him, it didn't feel like you'd just met. despite only living with him for a few weeks, you felt like you'd known him all your life. it was like you were catching up with an old friend the more you spoke to him. everything in you felt good with him. everything felt so right with him.

before you know it there are tears clouding your vision, you will yourself not to let them overflow. you hadn't cried since the day he left, you'd been distracting yourself with work not to. your favorite part of the episode comes up yet all you can do is focus on not bursting into tears. you can't go to bed feeling like shit since you've got work tomorrow. you decide to head to bed early tonight.

you'd like to think you can fool yourself into believing you've gotten used to living without katsuki. but unfortunately, you have to admit you aren't that good at lying to yourself when the first teardrop hits your pillow.

katsuki feels incredibly wrong.

it's way past the time he's usually asleep, but despite tossing and turning he can't keep his eyes shut because every time he does he sees you.

you, with your stupid bright smile. you with your stupid puffed out cheeks and pout when you'd caught him nabbing your food too late. you with your bright eyes when you come back from work to see he's made your favorite.

and you, with your glossy wet eyes when he told you he was leaving.

he really needs some fuckin' sleep.

for the last two weeks, he's been telling himself that this was better for you—for you both. he knows he could never truly be good for you. no matter how well he'd learn to cook your favorite meal. no matter how many movies and tv shows you watch together. no matter how good it feels to be with you, you'll always be a human and he, a dragon.

you're different beings made for different lives. he wasn't raised for battle, but it is a primary part of the dragon code, especially in his faction. survival of the fittest and whatnot. you were made for office jobs and midnight take out and romance movies, not for anything he was.

his friends were more than happy to see he'd finally come back home. they had basically choke-slammed him to the ground to hug him, and he can't deny he felt really a little bit happy to see them again.

he'd expected his mom to nag his ear off like she usually does but he was more than shocked to feel her wrap her arms around him tightly. she had told him she was happy to see he hadn't caused any trouble for himself and he could hear the quiver in her voice and feel the slight shakiness in her tightly strung limbs. he hadn't said anything and simply quietly held her back. his father had joined the group hug soon after and katsuki closed his eyes, indulging in the warmth of his parents' love.

this is good. this feels nice. this is where he's supposed to be.

it felt nice at the time, he recalls. but it didn't feel right.

for the last two weeks, he's been trying to tell himself that despite how much he aches, how much he yearns for you, you aren't made for him.

unfortunately, besides admitedly being a horrible liar, katsuki will forever be a selfish dragon. he only focuses on what he wants, and he wants you more than anything. he needs you more than anything.

" fuck this.." he mutters, throwing and arm over his eyes. he starts absentmindedly rubbing at his hair, like you used to. but it doesn't feel as comforting, so he huffs again.

he'd been told he unfortunately couldn't do anything about the tournament, but on a better note the guy he faced off again would be disqualified from participating since he did end up getting something from a witch, like katsuki thought. kirishima had wrapped an arm around his shoulder and told him it was a good thing. but to be honest, katsuki had almost fully forgotten about that shitty tournament. his father told him there would always be a next one. the next one in ten years. the thought of not seeing you in that time crosses his mind at makes him feel like he swallowed something sour. there's a bitter taste in his mouth at the thought but he can do nothing but try to ignore it.

just as he's about to turn to the other side of his bed when a knock his door startles him. his mom walks in shortly after, opening the door halfway before walking in when she sees him awake.

" i didn't say you could come in." he grumbles half heartedly, sleep riddled voice slightly groggy. mitsuki simply sits on his bed near him, patting at his leg over the covers.

"m'not allowed to check up on my runaway son ? don't want you to leave again." she jests. katsuki knows she's joking, but he still feels a pang of guilt in his chest. he grumbles something unintelligible in response.

no words are exchanged for a moment, then mitsuki pats her son's leg a little harder, he snarls at her but she simply smiles at him.

"what do you say we go get some air ?"

the night air feels good.

soaring through the sky feels comforting. feeling the way the wind rushes through his scales feels almost therapeutic to him. it can be thrilling to soar through the air the same way it can also be calming. it provides him serenity he can't quite put into words.

katsuki finds himself wishing he could fly like this with you like when he brought you back home from work. he remembers how you'd screamed your lungs out, clutched onto him so tightly and when you'd landed back home with wobbly legs and messy..everything, you'd proclaimed it was the first and last time you'd ever go for a dragon ride. he remembers how hard he laughed and he chuffs to himself unconsciously at the memory.

flying around when he was irritated or stressed wasn't uncommon for him but he only remembers a handful of times he'd went flying with his mother. other than the times he was younger and still learning how to get the hang of it. he has to admit that that feels good, too.

they decide to rest on a nearby mountain they saw in the horizon. as soon as they land katsuki changes back into his human form, stretching as he let's out a yawn. the only remaining traces of his dragon form being his red horns and scaley tail accompanied by large red wings. he hears his mom flap her wings behind him as she also let's out a little yawn of her own. she sits down onto the gravely bottom and katsuki raises a brow before taking a spot next to her.

it's quiet as they both silently stare at the moon. it's a little chilly out but katsuki doesn't mind much.

"so," mitsuki sighs, taking a large gulp of the fresh air " you gonna tell me what happened when you went on your little expedition?" she bumps her shoulder with his playfully, katsuki growls but doesn't snap back like he usually would.

he simply shrugs "it wasn't an expedition." he gulps, it feels like a knot grows in his throat. "it wasn't anything." he doesn't notice the way his hands are tightened into fists, but his mother does.

"that so ?" she utters. she speaks in a nurturing way. that soft tone that only a mother could use for her child. it upset him even more as the knot in his throat tightens.

"i.." katsuki starts "i was around a lot of humans.." he admits. his mother hums in response, urging him to continue. "saw a lot of things, tried a lot of human stuff."

"human stuff ?"

"human foods and desserts and stuff. and movies. they're people moving around acting inside a big box that they call a tv." he tries his best to explain it in the simplest way considering it took him a while to grasp the concept of electronics himself. he can tell his mother doesn't really understand, but he's thankful she simply nods and let's him continue.

"it wasn't too bad." he concedes. " i didn't wanna kill too many of them." he jokes, his mother chuckles in response.

"anything else happen ?" she asks with a smile. katsuki can already tell shes's onto him. screw this mother's intuition shit.

he opens and closes his mouth a few times, nothing he wants to say seems to come out right.

"ma.." he starts, she hums " when you--how did it feel for you when you fell in love with pops ?"

her eyes widen at his question. she sits and thinks about it for a minute, then a smile grows on her face. " it's not something i can really explain. i just knew it when i saw him, i knew he was meant to be mine."

"even though he's a human..?" he mumbles quietly. his mother doesn't seem fazed, her dazed smile remains.

"yeah." she answers simply.

"it didn't bother you ?"

"nope." she immediatly answers, popping the p.

"it wasn't weird ?"

" it took a little gettin' used to." she hums "we're completely different after all. his family wasn't exactly on board with it. but they didn't say anythin' when i showed 'em my dragon form, i think they were just really amazed." she laughs at her own joke and katsuki fights an eyeroll.

"how'd you do it then ? how'd you..get used to it ?" he asks almost urgently.

her smile hasn't faltered since the beginning of the conversation. it seems to have gotten even wider and even brighter. " i didn't do anything. i loved your father, i still do." she sighs dreamily " when i was around him i didn't worry about anything. i didn't worry about what others thought to begin with, but i didn't worry about that. i wasn't scared of the future or anything."

"there was nothing for me to be worried about when i was around him. it always just felt like things would work out. we made each other happy, and when i was around him it all felt so.." she can't seem to find the right word to use but katsuki finds one for her immediatly.

"right ?" he finishes.

"yeah" she smiles, eyes softening as she looks at her son "yeah, it felt really right."

for the last two weeks, katsuki's been trying to deceive himself. by now he knows it isn't working. at all. he'd been trying to keep his mind quiet. he's been spending time with his friends and it's been nice. but there's clearly something missing. something he knows that his parents or his friends can fill, despite them caring so much for him. and he feels bad because he cares, he really does. but there's something he needs.

you're the one he needs.

"i think.." katsuki jumps a little when his mom speaks up again "i think there's somewhere you need to be, isn't there ?" she asks, though that knowing look she gives him clearly says she already knows the answer.

katsuki bites his lip, looking down towards the ground below. he can't see the bottom.

"i'm scared, ma.." he admits, meekly. mitsuki's heart squeezes at her little boy's heart showing in his eyes, scared of the unknown despite trying his best to convince himself he isn't.

his mother places her hand ontop of his and squeezes " i know, i know you are.." she comforts.

"w-what if it's too late and i messed shit up ?" she shakes her head, shushing him.

"you didn't, i know you didn't." she speaks carefully "if that person is the right one for you, then there's absolutely no way you have." she pulls him into a hug and he hugs her back tightly. no more words are exchanged as katsuki and his mother sit there. she pulls away and presses her forehead to his.

"you get goin' now, okay ?" she feels him nod after a moment and her smiles grows wider. she ruffles her son's hair and he grumbles, pushing at her arm and he fights off a smile.

he's sure, he knows what he needs to do now.

he gets up with vigor and stretches out his limbs and his wings as they flex and expand on his back. before he takes off though, he hears his mom call for him. he turns to look at her proud smiling face.

"you'd better come and visit !" she grinned, sharp fangs on display. katsuki smiles back at that, sharp grin rivaling hers.

" obviously !" he affirms, before taking off.

you wake up like you'd had the best sleep in your life. probably because you cried yourself to sleep.

you're awake an hour earlier than you usually are and you can't seem to get back to sleep. so bitterly, you decide to just get up and start your day an hour early.

you're definitely not getting ready for work at this hour, so your hello- kitty jammies are staying on. you remember you have a half eaten tub of vanilla-caramel-brownie ice cream in the freezer and it makes you a little happier. you walk over to your fridge with a little skip in your step.

when you sit down on your couch and turn your tv on you can already see the sun rising from your balcony. and it makes you dread having to go to work in an hour and a few minutes, you do your best to ignore it and watch a rerun of some old drama tv show you found.

you take your first bite and hum to yourself happily. the ice cream melts on your tongue and the flavours burst onto your tastes buds. if you could you'd eat ice cream every single day.

but katsuki would scold you for it.

it feels a little harder to swallow down your next bite.

the female and male lead on the show are arguing about something. the man says he only has eyes for the lady. he says that it's always been her, that if he were reborn in another life, in another country, he would still always find his way back to her.

you quietly keep watching, taking smaller and smaller scoops of ice cream. the lady is doubtful, she asks the male how she knows he won't break her heart. he responds that she only needs to trust him, that she needs trust herself.

"what is your heart telling you right now ?" he asks.

"it's telling me.." there's a dramatic pause " that i love you..!" she declares.

the two share a hug and an old ending song plays, you can hear an audience clapping like you sometimes do in old sitcoms. you really wish you could go back to sleep when you check your phone and see that only twenty minutes have passed. you wonder if you can call in sick as you play around with your ice cream, but you draw the line at that. that'd be too childish and you're too grown to be faking sick just because you got your heart broken.

you switch through a couple of channels before you land on an animal documentary. it's about red panda's and red panda's are adorable, so you shuffle on your couch to get comfortable and scoop up another big bite of ice cream.

the moment you bring your spoon to your lips though, you suddenly feel a big gust of wind. accompanied by a loud crash. and a giant hole through your fucking wall.

your spoon stays frozen against your lips, it's cold but you can barely feel it. slowly, you turn to look at something coming out of the cloud of smoke caused by the debris.

or no, it's a someone. you can see them stand up straighter as huge wings stretch on their back along with huge pointy horns and—actually maybe it is a something after all.

except you squint and you realise that it isn't a something.

it's katsuki.

it's katsuki and he's looking at you, bright red eyes focused solely on yours. he's here, he's here with you.

and he's once again blasted a hole through your wall.

you almost want to laugh, but you're afraid if you do you'll start crying. so you simply stare at him. he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth

“hi..” he exhales.

he’s heaving, taking in the force at which your wall was blasted into pieces one could assume it was probably because he was flying really fast, and he was. but this wasn’t really going all out for him. frankly, katsuki bakugou is heaving because he’s so incredibly nervous.

“h-hi..” you utter back, wide eyed. katsuki zones in on something on your face and furrows his brows.

“you’re eating that cold shit that early in the morning ? you’ll get sick.” he chides. this time you do laugh, because he’s so insanely ridiculous, how could you not.

“yeah well, no one was here to stop me so..” he knows the other meaning to your joke very well and his heart hurts at the sadness in your eyes when you fully realize he’s actually here.

“why did you—i thought you had to go home ?” you stutter. he takes a hesitant step towards your couch, towards you. his hand twitches, wanting to reach out to you, to touch you, but he holds back for now.

“yeah i did.” he nods “so here i am.”

your heart feels like it’s beating while being held down under a huge weight. you want to do so many things. you want to cry, ask him so many questions and kiss his mouth off but you can only bring yourself to ask “why ?”

katsuki frowns at the way your bottom lip wobbles and he immediately decides he can’t have that. he walks up to you and grabs your hand to pull you towards him, you stand up with a squeal as he pulls you into him. you’re ice cream long forgotten as neither of you notice the tub hitting the floor.

right now you’re only focused on him and he on you.

“i-i tried to tell myself that i didn’t need you at first, that it was better if i didn’t. we both know we’re—more than completely different,” he chuckles humorlessly. “tried telling myself that i didn’t need you because i didn’t need you my entire life, so why should meeting you, a human, change anything ?”

"but then—i don’t know, i realized that i’d spent so much time with you and your normal human life. with your weird habits and routines and your cheesy animal love stories. and then suddenly i just—" he stops himself mid rambling, he’s still heaving and he can’t seem to calm down. until you reach up and place your hand in his hair.

in seconds it’s feels like he can breathe again. your hands in his hair feel like taking a flight in the dead of night. your entire being is like the way it feels when the wind rushes through his scales.

he needs you, he needs you, he needs you, he needs you and he needs you so bad.

he plops his head against your shoulder and you hear the purring sound from when you’d first pet him in your office building. when you didn’t really know why you did, and that it just felt right to.

“suddenly i realized that i couldn’t be without you. i couldn’t see myself without you and your stupid smug face whenever you’re being a smart ass. without you and your weird taste in movies and your hands in my hair and your smile and—" he cuts himself off again. seemingly realizing he’d said too much. you don’t want to embarrass him too much too soon so you hold back the giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“i thought you liked my taste in movies.” you joke, playing with the hair on his nape. you feel him huff a chuckle against your shoulder.

“never said i didn’t like it. said it’s weird.”

“is there really a difference?” you snort.

“hell yeah there is,” he retorts “ya go from watchin’ that weird demon cat on your phone to watching the conjuring in the same breath.”

“ that just means i'm open to a lot of genres, it’s a good thing !” he snorts then grumbles some kind of agreement under his breath “and don’t you insult hello kitty like that ! she’s done nothing to be classified as a ‘demon cat’.”

“ it’s fuckin’ weird. why doesn’t it have a mouth ? and why are it’s black beady eyes starin’ into my fuckin’ soul ?”

“ quit calling her 'it' ? and she’s adorable !”

“she’s freaky is what she is.” you groan.

"you're insufferable. so incredibly annoying." you grumble in defeat. he lifts his head up to look at you then, his award winning cheese on display with a tiny fang poking out.

"yeah, maybe..but you missed me." he counters. you huff, but you really can't lie "yeah, yeah i did" you say. it comes out sadder than you'd wanted it to, and he seems to notice it. his eyebrows furrow and the remorseful look on his face makes your heart burn. your expression mirrors his as you speak.

"i really did miss you, katsuki. i really did." you whisper sorrowfully. you feel him wipe the tears you didn't even know where about to spill from the corner of your eyes. he grabs your cheeks in both of his large hands and wipes at your eyes, then rubs at your cheeks softly. his eyes burn with unspoken words and feelings and you don't need to hear him say anything to understand. you understand him better than anyone. human or dragon.

and that's all you need.

"i know." he leans in until you're inches away and your eyes flutter closed when he nuzzles his nose against your tenderly. he places his forehead against yours in a way you can only describe as loving. "i know." he whispers again.

"but i won't leave again. i promise." he vows, rubbing his nose against your cheek. the gesture feels very animal like and you giggle a little. he huffs against your cheek in amusement. "you're mine, you've always been. i know that—i'm sure of it now." he corrects "so i'm not goin' anywhere." he's so close. just like that night.

you want to let go, want to give yourself to him and trust him but there's something holding you back. katsuki can tell you're doubtful. he nudges his head against your softly, "talk to me." he urges.

"i just..i'm scared.." you admit "what if things don't work out ? i really, really like you katsuki." your voice trembles and your bottom lip wobbles the slightest bit "i don't want you to go away again.." he shakes his head adamntly, his hair tickles against your forehead. he breathes a sigh and pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes properly.

"i don't know how the future will turn out, or what's gonna happen." he knocks his forehead against yours again "but that doesn't scare me. mostly cus i'm not scared of anything," you roll your eyes but you can't help the chuckle that rips out of you. he smiles, obviously proud of his joke.

"but also because i know you're it for me. no matter what happens, i trust that i'll always come back to you." he seems to realize he's been awfully out of character. a cute blush grows on his face but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, as his eyes stay fixed on you. it makes chills run down your spine.

"you..were made for me. that's all i need." he closes his eyes, embarrasment catching up to him. you smile at how adorable your cranky dragon man could be when he wanted to be.

that's all he needs. you're all he needs. the thought fills your body with so much warmth and love.

you bring your hands up to his cheeks. he opens his eyes. looking down at you with half lidded eyes and so much affection it makes you giddy.

"what is your heart telling you right now ?"

you smile up at him, a watery giggle slips past your lips.

" i love you."

you trust yourself. you trust katsuki. you trust your love for him.

his eyes widen. and suddenly he's leaning down and all he gives you as a warning is a breathy whisper of your name. you don't think twice when you nod your head fervently and then he's closing the distance and kissing you.

in a second it's like you feel whole. it's like he breathes life into you with the kiss he presses onto your lips. and the next one, and the one after that.

he pulls back to catch his breath for no less than three seconds before he's stealing yours away again. but you don't mind in the slightest. you'd give all of yourself up willingly to him. you wish you could stay close with him, holding onto him like this forever.

but then there's a sudden sharp pain in your lip.

"ouch !" you yelp. katsuki immediatly pulls back, eyes racking over your face until he notices red on your lip. you lick at your bottom lip and taste blood. you look up at him, a mix of amusement and suprise on your features. after a second, you let out a chuckle.

"guess you missed me lots, huh ?" you laugh some more when he growls at you. trying his best to seem somewhat intimidating despite the state he's in. he's breathing heavy and he's sweating a little bit, cheeks fully red.

"b-be quiet, human." he leans down and licks the blood off your lip. it flusters you despite him meaning it innocently, dragons are way more direct when it comes to physical affection, it seemed. "i'll roast you alive."

"no you won't, liar." you answer arrogantly. you bring your arms to rest around his neck, your hands play around with the hair on his nape. "you like me too much."

"you're gettin' real cocky, aren't ya ?"

"am i wrong ?" you counter. he narrows his eyes at your challenge but lowers his head in defeat soon after. he shakes his head with a chuckle. "no, guess you're not." he concedes.

"you guess ?" you tease.

"don't push your luck, loser." he nips at your nose, and you giggle. he snarls at you when you tug at his horn, but he can't hide the smile on his face.

"i—uh." he looks away, off to the side towards your tv "love. you. too..or whatever you humans say.." he confesses shyly. too much direct eye contact for one day, it seems. you giggle, then lean in and press a sweet kiss to his lips. it takes him a second before he eases into it. slowly, just as passionately as the first time, but you both know there's no rush to let each other know how you feel. you've got all the time in the world together.

"i'm glad.." you say once you pull away. "so, can i assume that means you're back now?" you joke.

"i told you i'm not goin' nowhere. you're mine." he asserts " i'm back." he states with a fanged grin.

you smile wider at his words. you're smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt but you really don't mind "welcome back." you answer lovingly.

this feels right. this feels like where you both belong. he's back.

back where he belongs.

you pat his nape "to make yourself back at home, you can make me breakfast !" you chirp. "you owe me at least twenty five homemade dinners too, so you'd better get to work." you laugh out loud when he pokes at your side with one hand, with the one on your face squeezing your cheeks out.

"cheeky brat, already puttin' me to work, hah ?!" he grins "i guess i do owe you dinner though, but definetly not fuckin' twenty five of 'em !" you both laugh at each other some more and you wish all of your days with him here could feel like this. but even if they don't, you're not worried. as long as you're together, you know everything will be okay. you trust that with all your heart.

"katsuki ?" you start after a moment. he hums in response, urging you to continue while he nibbles and presses smooches on your shoulder. you smile, you're so incredibly happy.

"fix up my damn wall, would you ?"

and here it is yall, the final chapter ! thank you all sooooo much for the overwhelming amount of love for this silly lil series. i couldn't be happier that you guys liked this fic just as much as i did writing it ! and i hope this ending makes yall happy (cuz some of yall were losin it last chap LOLOLOL) take this super fluffy ending as an apology for that then !! much luvv <333

taglist ! : @sikuthealien @rosemarygalaxy @guccirosegold @queenpiranhadon @k0z3me @katsuisbaby @lovra974 @katsus-mistress @briokayama @sixxze @lupikekee @nymphsdomain @berryvioo @roboticsuccubus83 @yao-ai @haruesme @omayrac @raatass @touyasprettydoll

[rad-roche]

i though it would be fun to try my hand at drawing the new ghoul cowboy character from the tv show with a retro twist! a little more in line with the older fallout style, just for fun, though this is a mishmash between a bunch of different ghoul design elements from 1 - 4. the mouth split and eye cover is pretty old school, but his facial features are more modern

i was thinking of fun ways to make him emote. eventually i landed on this, keeping his bottom lip and having the skin split as a body language supplement!

[kindledrose]

MORE DRAGON BDUBS because i love him :) also a comic that's weirdly between low and moderate effort because i did Not intend to color or format it it just kind of happened. theyre supposed to be in the wool globe if that's not clear

[royallyprincesslilly]

If you need reference to what "A Little Fun With..." is, here you 👉🏽GO.👈🏽

[naffeclipse]

Wintersweet Spirit

Chapter 1: The Shrine

Snow Monkey!Sun x Y/N (SFW)

Your visit to a beautiful, tucked-away mountain town leaves you curious about the beliefs of a mythical beast who watches over the peaks and snowy ranges. An ill-advised trek toward the summit sends you tumbling directly into the mythical beast's domain as you must accept his guiding hand to endure the harsh mountaintop. He is power and brightness, and the only one who can carry you through the snow.

Word Count: ~11,400 Warnings: Avalanche, buried alive, suffocating, hypothermia, and near-death experience

A/N: I had this sitting in my Google Docs for almost four months as I had started it in January and nearly completed it before other projects needed my full attention. I recently finished it. Now I'm here to present it to you! This fic involves spirituality revolving around shrines and is inspired by Japanese mythology however it is not directly based on any folklore or told stories. I just really love the idea of Sun as a snow monkey and a little something more.

[respectthepetty]

A collection of Qian and Yuan being framed in their own little world where Yuan usually looks at and after Qian.

And a smaller collection of both isolated and separated in episode six which means they can't and don't see outside of the framed world.

So the only time they look outside of the frame is when they look at the place the other should be.

[glittergoats]

Still Life class at Inkblot Art Academy!

[rayssion]

I got a really bad headache doing it but the show must go on ig, we're totally not mentioning how I forgot about Percy's other hand and turned it into Annabeth's jacket during the painting process [screams internally. stupid, stupid!!].

[suntails]

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