you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹
as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
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scent marking > anything else
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i...don't have a valid argument. you win. 🏳️
NSFW beyond this point. MDNI or zl's dick will shrivel up bc you're too young for him. possessive!zhongli. scent marking.
but being with zhongli at some type of event or party. and he's watching another dude chatting you up from across the room, but his mouth is just a little too close to your ear. so zhongli makes his way over to you and nonchalantly asks to have a word with you.
down the hall, he pulls you into a nearby storage closet and next thing you know your back is dragging up and down the wall as he fucks his fat, glowing erection into you. his mouth is right up against your ear, commanding you to tell him who you fucking belong to.
so with your ankles digging into the musculature of his flexing ass, you answer him in broken whimpers, "y-you, zhong- hhhah- zhongli! only you, baby!"
he smirks. "that's right. now to fill you up with my musk so they know that as well-" his breathy words are cut off by the choked grunt that forces its way out of his throat when his large cock starts to jerk inside you. "hnhh fuck, that's it-" he growls, "take it all."
with little regard for your own satisfaction, he buries himself to the hilt and empties the warm, creamy contents of his heavy balls inside your weeping cunt as they spasm against your taint.
minutes later, you're walking arm in arm with him as a fat glob of his thick dragon seed oozes from your still-needy hole, past your inner thigh, allllll the way down to your ankle. if another man gets close enough now he'll need only breathe and he will instantly be put off with the knowledge that you've been claimed and mated by a far more powerful male.
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Coming to share some much deserved positivity :
I have a hard time committing to reading long fanfictions so I don’t really read any aside from one shots.
I am still an avid follower of yours because your art and drawings are INSANELY GOOD. Like, professional-looking good. Criminal-it’s-only-fan-art-and-not-paid-art good 😂. I’m thirsty for every drawing you throw at us in your magnanimity, there’s that pinch sweetness into it.. idk how to even describe it. I may even download them into a file on my phone to have a look from time to time with all my favourite artists… 👀
Anyway, I am awed by people like you who produce an insane amount of content that takes TIME and DEDICATION, FOR FREE. Sharing entertainment like you do is admirable and should only be rewarded with positivity.
I am really grateful for what you all dedicated creative people in the Hogwarts Legacy fandom share with us 💕🌸.
Ended up having fun drawing Clora, but I don’t have your talent.
Damn I can’t send a picture while being anonymous on Tumblr, well here goes my online social anxiety…will I hit send…..
OH MYYY GOD WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YALL OMG also you do NOT need to worry about the fact you havent read my fic, 500k words (and counting) is a commitment LMFAO. but im glad you like my art sm, and thank you for the support!!😭AND ALSO FOR THAT CUTE ASS DRAWING OF CLORA SHES PRECIOUS im so glad u sent this even tho it wouldnt let you send it on anon BAHAHA (i get it tho i also hate sending messages off anon, even tho theyre just nice ones LOL)
AND U DO HAVE TALENT look at her shes so adorable and the way you coloured her so softly and with like those watercolour looking textures is so nice to look at, im glad you had fun drawing her!!💖 AND NOW MY MODERN AU BRAINROT IS EVEN STRONGER SO TY FOR THE FOOD🤤🤤
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Heyyy with the tattoo stuff (I'm losing my mind over it btw)
I am plagued with the thought of Lando tattooing oscar every time he gets a new one. Eventually they start going out etc, Oscar ends up with a chrysanthemum tattoo (the flower of November)
Smth smth
CHRYSANTHEMUMS OH NOW THAT SURE IS SOMETHING ISNT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM LIKIKG A CHRYSANTHEMUM
I don’t wanna add tooooo too much, lest there be an expectation of it ever seeing the light of day, but here’s a copy of what I brain dumped earlier:
I'm envisioning: Oscar — fairly drunk off his ass — stumbling into a tattoo parlor obscenely late at night, borderline early morning. He's there because he's sick of himself, he thinks he's Dull and Boring and needs to leave to be Spontaneous because maybe then he'll finally feel like he's interesting — maybe he just got dumped and the idea of spontaneity was a pressure point. So a tattoo, that's the solution.
Lando's in for the late late night walk ins — mostly because he has some designs to work on, and he knows he'll never finish them at home
Oscar blue screens when he sees lando ((so different from his cookie cutter, 2.5 kids white picket fence, perfectly manicured exes. He's sharp and brash and in a stupid backwards hat with an even stupider, shoddily cut off tank top and looking at Oscar like he crawled out of a sewer or —))
Lando blue screens, professionally, when he sees Oscar - clearly put together but rumpled and sweaty with his hair falling into his eye from where it came out of a office-ready swoop earlier in the night. Maybe one bar ago. Maybe three bars ago He talks him out of a shitty walk in, and convinced him to schedule an appointment that he can cancel — no worries — if he doesn't want it ((lando just hopes to fucking god he wants it))
((Please give me ur opinions))
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ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji
MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw
i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)
WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.
and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)
anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.
now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly
ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.
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