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•Throne of Glass (book series) [Sarah J. Maas]

•ACOTAR (book series) [Sarah J. Maas]

•Lost (tv show)

•Anything by Lynne Painter :3

•Percy Jackson

•Harry Potter

•Mayyybe Disney (they won’t get their shit together T.T)

•DnD (not really media, but still fun)

•The Amazing Digital Circus

•Studio Ghibli (my love 😭)

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           Gaara thinks Naruto is like the sun, casting a sweet, summery warmth over an appreciative sand with his blinding smile, unmatched energy, and optimism. Ramen suits him, honestly. It’s filling, warm, and the noodles take on the flavor of one’s chosen broth so nicely, bringing the dish together seamlessly. Naruto would make a wonderful diplomat. He will be a good Hokage, even if Shikamaru thinks he takes challenges too personally; even if he can’t sit and focus on a mission report to save his life (Sasuke is a perfect interpreter for his Naru’s fantastic tactical memory).            For someone who hadn’t known a pure, loving human interaction until he was well into his Academy years, Naruto can’t seem to figure out how not to treat a person lovingly. He is an ever-burning furnace of goodness and kindness and light, despite understanding some of humanity’s darkest aspects– things that he knew he could reflect, and chose not to. Naruto Uzumaki, in Gaara’s opinion, has every right to burn Konohagakure to the ground. Sometimes, he still doesn’t understand why Naruto doesn’t do so, until Naruto gives him the simplest, “What good would that do?” None, he understands. It wouldn’t bring Naruto any more peace than he has found in his work as a shinobi. One of Konoha’s finest, he knows. He takes such pride in his achievements, as he should. Gaara knows, firsthand, the adversity Naruto has had to overcome to find himself in his current position.            Naruto was his first love. Naruto’s talent for understanding people on such an intimate level, combined with his sparkling blue eyes and sweet whiskers, made it all too simple for Gaara to succumb to the charm that he’s still sure Naruto didn’t know he had. Even with years of traveling and changing lives on his resume, Naruto can’t acknowledge that he has accumulated a bit of an international fan club. It’s a shame, really; Naruto deserves to know that he’s appreciated. He deserves a place among the soulmates he puts on such a pedestal: Sabaku no Gaara, the youngest Kazekage in history; and Sasuke Uchiha, the man who spent his formative years as legendary Sannin Orochimaru’s right-hand man in order to funnel information out of Otogakure and sabotage the efforts of his temporary leader to destroy his former home. Gaara thinks Naruto ought to give himself some more credit– not only for accomplishing great things on his own, but for being a warm, attractive flame for his soulmates to gravitate toward. Naruto is far from down-to-earth, but he and his amazing wisdom are a tangible anchor for an overthinking Gaara, and a hot-headed Sasuke (even if, sometimes, their flames feed off each other).            Despite his warmth, Naruto isn’t the timeless romantic that an overly bookish, romance-adoring preteen Gaara thought he would want in a soulmate, should he have one. Naruto is brash, and loud, and confident, and has a tendency to take up the entire bed if no one joins him before he falls asleep. Naruto is too reactive for undercover work, has been banned from three different libraries due to an inability to whisper, and can shut down a ramen stand with his appetite. Naruto is also, however, one of the most gentle humans Gaara has ever met (rivaled only by their mutual soulmate). Naru, his Naru, greets him with sweet kisses - hands guiding his gaze upward with a tender cup of his cheeks, one thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip, stopping just past the corner only when he leans in to replace the touch with his lips - and hasn’t forced a single square inch of his body to know the displeasure that is never having been kissed by Naruto Uzumaki. Naru is so easily excitable, too. There’s no guesswork involved in the half-shouted, surprised moan that Sasuke’s startling grab of his hips and nip at his neck elicits, and Gaara finds it refreshing to be able to know, without a doubt, that Naruto is happy and fulfilled. He writes his emotions on his face in a jarring neon, and when that billboard screams, from the tallest rooftop in Konoha, that he - Naruto Uzumaki - is so fervently in love with Gaara (despite of, or perhaps because of the confidential understanding that their unique life experience binds them so tightly), Gaara thinks that this might just be better than one of his romance novels.

           Gaara thinks himself a bit cheesy for the comparison, but contrasting Naruto’s sun is Sasuke’s moon. Soft, pulling with a surprisingly gentle gravity, outwardly cold– but inviting, as he channels the sun’s light to bring a calm coolness to the desert expanse below. With a rather unmoving, apparently irked expression, one would think Sasuke’s presence was as bleak and intimidating as he tried so hard to make it, but Gaara finds himself noticing just the opposite. Sasuke is always collected, never giving off an energy that isn’t intentional. With his background and the reputation of his family and clan, Gaara can see how easy it is for some to find the persistent scowl… unsettling. He was never one of those people, but he didn’t always have the luxury of knowing that Sasuke Uchiha does, in fact, feel things other than disdain.            Sasuke spent several years of his life carrying the wholehearted belief that he brought doom to those he loves. Any seven-year-old who cowered in fear as half his closest family was murdered in the middle of the night might feel the same way, especially with the knowledge that the carnage only stopped when the perpetrator was incapacitated by his own older brother (who - after the death of their father - had to assume the duties and responsibilities taken on by the head of the Uchiha clan, at the ripe age of thirteen). It had taken years for Sasuke to recover from that idea, though the trauma still occasionally rears its head at the worst of times– Gaara understands. Sasuke has a much bigger heart than he wants to believe, and Gaara thinks that that might be why he agreed to throw seven years of his life into a mission that wouldn’t directly benefit him in any way. “He poses a threat to you both, and I have the opportunity to mitigate that threat,” he would reason when questioned. Despite that valid enough reason, Gaara thinks his reasoning might still have had something to do with feeling like he owes his older brother.            Their introduction was rocky at best, and Gaara thinks that the initial animosity might have been the reason for his short period of denial that he might have any feelings for the Uchiha– the arrogant, stuck-up, downright haughty Uchiha who challenged his confidence so readily, so coolly. Sasuke had not a clue what he was getting himself into, but such confidence in his own abilities had been offensive at the time, until that confidence claimed some ground to stand on. They were more alike than they cared to acknowledge, and Gaara thinks this fact may have helped him discover that he, himself, wasn’t quite as monstrous as his surroundings would have him believe. Gaara watched Sasuke’s evolution in stages - as secret meetings and stolen moments would allow - and grew to understand that the hard exterior was paper thin, with the physical resistance of an eggshell, once Sasuke was allowed to settle.            Soulmates are sacred in Uchiha tradition; Sasuke made sure Gaara knew this. Sasuke openly worships the ground that he and Naruto walk on. His reserved public facade gave way to a doting, almost clingy closed-doors attitude. “No one simps like an Uchiha!” Shisui had told him, in response to questioning his reasons for planning his next anniversary with Itachi almost a whole year in advance. Gaara had thought it a joke, at the time– before Sasuke’s flowering conditions had been met. Sasuke blooms as a gardenia, under only the most comfortable of circumstances. With careful pruning, watering, and bulb maintenance, the gardenia reveals its soft, white petals and comfortable, jasmine-like scent on warm summer nights. It’s refreshing, Gaara thinks, to have a soulmate who understands his reservations, a soulmate for whom - much to his surprise - no number of romance novels could have prepared him for. Fingertips feathered over the nape of his neck as a free hand found his hip, drawing him in for a kiss; gentle, at first, and slow– until Sasuke thought it appropriate to interject a brush of his teeth over Gaara’s lower lip. It’s predictable, but Gaara still shudders. The care with which Sasuke carries him to the nearest soft surface is sharply contrasted by the bite marks Gaara knows he’ll find for the next few days, or the ropes Sasuke has pulled taut over Naruto’s tanned skin. Not everyone has the privilege of being able to see the inner workings of the mind of Sasuke Uchiha, and Gaara can appreciate that. Still, Gaara thinks that he might never quite get used to seeing Sasuke’s face soften while he sleeps, or his Sharingan whirl to life as he pins Gaara to the back of the just-closed front door, or his brow furrowed in concentration as he sinks into his latest library find… and that’s alright. Sasuke can keep a hint of his mystery.

“Bellona! Hear our praises! We ask for your strength and protection in exchange for one human soul! The strongest of souls within our tribe only for you, o Bellona!”

Drums began to sound on the dusk of the first sunrise of summer, the sun burning a strong orange and fiery red as it slowly began to rise. Humming within the tribe began to sound, and a loud and angry voice could be heard over the low humming.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off of me! I’ll fucking kill you!”

The tribe leader paid no mind to the angry man whom had been bound so tightly, his arms, feet, and ankles were rubbed red and bleeding. Instead, the leader began to sing, the drums echoing through the fiery air.

“To Bellona, beautiful, terrible goddess, I offer my praise…-“

Red eyes glared at a large stake right at the cliff-face, eyes widening when two men dumped oil onto his body. The man began to struggle more, yelling out as his eyes squeezed shut.

“You’re gonna fucking regret this! I’m Katsuki Bakugo! The Son of the strongest tribe in the East!!”

“-Companion of Mars, daughter of Juno and thundering Jupiter, you delight in the clash of arms, the loud battle-cries; you dance upon the blood-soaked ground…-“

Bakugo was beginning to panic as more tribesmen began to pour more oil into the hay of the strange altar, growling as he was tied up and then gagged.

“I’ll bite your fucking fingers off if you come near me! Hey! Hey!”

Bakugo began to go feral, squirming as hard as he could within his binds as the leader continued to pray. As the leader brandished a large sword, wiping it with oil before setting it aflame, the leader gave one last look at Bakugo.

“I honor your work, O goddess; I honor your might. I give only the best to you, O Bellona.”

Time seemed to slow for Bakugo as he watched the flaming sword light the hay beneath him ablaze, and then a searing pain eating at his feet. A loud scream left Bakugo’s lips as the fire burned his skin and clothes, the smell and pain making his vision go white. As he continued to writhe and scream in pain, Bakugo could hear the chants and cheers from the people whom had sacrificed him.

Why him? Why did it have to be him? He would kill these bastards! All of them! Bakugo let out one last cry before suddenly, everything turned black. There was a sensation of floating, and then gently falling until he felt as though he had landed in a pile of pillows. Bakugo opened up his eyes, and found that he was lying in an extremely large and circular canopy bed. Torches were on top of the posts, lit with a dark green

White and red sheer curtains gently flowed down around the bed as if there was wind, but there was no breeze that Bakugo could feel. The environment around him could only be described as space. Galaxies and stars were all around him, comets and flaming chariots with large warriors chasing them, and Bakugo was so in awe that he didn’t even realize he was completely naked until he moved to sit up.

Snatching the sheets into his lap, Bakugo’s nerves were shot. Where the fuck was he? Why was he naked? The sheets within his lap were so soft, they felt like clouds…Bakugo had to guess it was pure silk…or something else. There was power that resonated all around him; echoing through the very fibers of his soul.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Bakugo Katsuki.”

His whole body froze as he felt a hand within his lap, cool breath on his ear, and Bakugo slowly looked to the left. What lied beside him could only be described as a goddess, and Bakugo knew which one.

Bellona, the great goddess of war that his tribe worshiped.

She was beautiful. (E/c) eyes that shined with such a confident and terrifying glint, beautiful (s/c) skin that felt so soft upon his chest. Her body was lovely, scar-ridden and glowing with her divine power. Her hair was adorned with droplets of fiery, golden light in the shape of a crown.

A fitting crown for a powerful queen whom owned the battlefield.

She was much taller than normal humans, a side-effect of her divineness. Most gods usually towered over humans. Divine Giants of the Sky, at least that’s what Bakugo remembered. Bellona was also stark naked, on display for his eyes, her pretty breasts already dimpled with gooseflesh and her nipples completely hard.

Bakugo gasped when her large hand went to his hair, bunching it up and roughly tugging.

“It’s disrespectful not to greet your hosts, little Spartan.”

“Fuck you.”

The goddess chuckled, licking her lips as she stared down at his naked chest.

“I’m hoping on it. After all, I own you completely now.”

Bakugo wanted to fight back, but her grip was so strong, he could feel his scalp stinging. How could he bear to stand a chance against a God? He was human. He couldn’t compare to her divine power. Pulling him closer, her tongue slipped out and licked along his neck. Bakugo’s face went red, and he grabbed a tight hold of her tongue.

“Get off of me, you creep!”

“Mm, grab on tighter! It only makes me want to beat the pleasure into you even more!”

Bakugo let out a loud growl, shunting his knee into her abdomen, but the goddess did not react. Instead, she giggled before biting straight through her tongue. Bakugo’s eyes widened in shock, dropping the dismembered tongue onto the bed as the muscle continue to twitch before turning to ash. Bellona giggled before spitting it out all over his chest.

Bakugo made a noise of disgust, and Bellona held him close to her as her newly-regenerated tongue slithered out and licked her hot saliva over his nipples, licking up her own blood.

“Those stupid worms…they kept sacrificing all the strongest warriors without knowing that I only ever wanted you.”

Bakugo’s heart twitched weirdly, and he let out a small whimper as her lips encased his nipple and sucked. His cock was beginning to grow hard, and Bakugo whimpered out.

“W-What? What are you talking about?”

“Hush. Let me worship you now, Katsuki.”

Her breath was strangely cold against his skin despite everything else about her being overwhelmingly warm. Bellona’s hands were running all along his body, caressing his muscles and cupping the low of his back as she brought him up to her lap. Bakugo made an embarrassed noise when the sheet fell, revealing his hard cock.

“Own your power, Katsuki. I gave it to you for a reason.”

“D-Dammit, Bellona, wait-“

Bellona pulled back, making a face at him and gripping his face tightly.

“No, you call me (Y/n) when I am not in my armor. You are now mine, and therefore you should know my true name.”

-READER POV-

Katsuki’s legs were on either side of your thigh, his cock pressed up against your stomach, and his hands were gripping your wrist tightly. His red eyes were glaring at you, a blush evident on his cheeks, and he let out a small whine when you squeezed tighter.

“Maybe I should punish you instead…I wanted to give you such a warm welcome into your new home…but then again, you are a Spartan…”

Punish him? Wait, what did that mean? Could he be killed twice? Bakugo was getting ready to fight back when your hands went to his hips and began to press down, forcing his hips back and forth against you. Bakugo gasped loudly, his cock rubbing up and down on your body, and Bakugo clenched his teeth.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck harshly to leave dark marks, and you whispered into his ear as you moved his hands to your breasts; your hands retuning to his hips after.

“I’ll tame you just like I did with the rest of your pretty army. Then, you shall help me rule…my King.”

Bakugo was overwhelmed quickly, your soft skin in his palms feeling so nice…the sensations tingling within his cock and balls…Bakugo couldn’t help but gently squeeze your nipples. You hummed, feeling his resolve quickly crumble, and you giggled.

“Come here. Let yourself rest before battle…”

You lied back, head against your large pillows, and Bakugo slipped from your thigh, his cock leaking precum and throbbing. Bakugo grabbed the base of his cock harshly, taking large gulps of air as he tried to calm down, but you were upon him again. Pushing him back, Bakugo’s eyes widened when your lips came close to his cock.

“Wait, don’t do that!”

Bakugo gasped harshly when your large mouth engulfed his cock, your tongue swirling around the throbbing shaft. He hated to admit it, but he had never done anything like this before; never experienced or even knew about what all sex actually was. Was he really about to lose his virginity to a goddess? Bakugo’s face was red, small pants and moans spilling from his lips. Whatever it was that you were doing, it felt so good that Bakugo couldn’t stay quiet.

Bakugo’s hands went to your head, pushing against you to try to make you take his cock from your mouth, but you only went down farther. You were practically swallowing his cock, making obscene noises, and slurping loudly. You were enjoying yourself clearly…and so was Bakugo. His body was humming, feeling so good that Bakugo couldn’t resist.

He didn’t want to do this. Bakugo didn’t want to be enforced to an afterlife filled with this. He was meant for more…meant for much bigger and better things. Surely, you were wrong, weren’t you? Surely, he still had a chance?

You sucked harshly on his cock, and Bakugo let out a shout, hips bucking and thrusting his cock. Bakugo came suddenly, hot cum spurting into your mouth and down your throat, and your eyes glinted in delight.

“Doesn’t it feel so good? Don’t you want more? Come please your goddess.”

Bakugo shook his head, however.

“No.”

“No?”

You giggled before snapping your fingers. Bakugo’s body was restrained in a second, satin ropes tying him in spread-eagle position. His eyes widened, a gag in his mouth as well, and you hovered your wet pussy over his cock. Would his cock even please you with the size difference? Bakugo couldn’t even ponder it as you sat down right onto his cock, his cock disappearing into your hot and wet heat, and he let out a cry of surprise.

“I don’t think you have a place to refuse me, Katsuki Bakugo. I created you. I own you! I bargained you for 21 years…and now you are back in my total possession! Whether you want to or not, I will make you my king. You will rule beside your queen as her general, and you will help conquer all of existence by my side.”

You rode his cock with a brutal and cruel pace, hands pressing down harshly on his body to keep him pinned as you fucked him, and Bakugo was fighting against his restraints. He didn’t want to hurt anybody…he didn’t want to be a king. He didn’t want any of this. Why did the universe choose this fate for him?

Bakugo moaned pitifully into his gag, tears of confused pleasure within his eyes, and you moaned in ecstasy. Your appearance began to morph and change, your pussy beginning to feel much more confined the more you down-sized until finally, you were human-sized. Your strength and might didn’t change, however, as you continued to bounce and fuck his cock.

His toes curled tightly as his cock throbbed a second time, and you moaned again.

“I’ll fuck the obedience into you…I’ll make you want to fuck me so badly every night that you’ll never disobey me. You want that, don’t you, though? You little disgusting creation. I can feel the way your cock wants to fill my womb with your seed. Your existence is meaningless without me.”

Bakugo’s eyes squeezed shut as he came a second time, and you grinned maniacally at him. Bloodlust was deep within your eyes, and Bakugo no longer felt as though he would make it out of this alive.

“Are you going to be good? Are you going to cum again for me, my king? I want you to fuck me so badly…I can’t wait until you gain your divinity so that we can really fuck.”

Gain divinity? Bakugo’s eyes opened slightly. If he gained divinity, would he be like you? If that’s the case…maybe he really did have a way out. Bakugo growled deeply to himself. He would go along with the show just for a bit…and then at the right moment, Bakugo would fight back.

Bakugo moaned into his gag as your walls clenched around him, and you began to play with your clit as his cock disappeared in and out of your wetness.

“Fuck, I’m so horny for you! It’s so hot watching your resolve crumble…I really am invincible in all aspects of the very word!”

You let out a wail of pleasure, cumming all over his cock, and Bakugo let out a whimper as he came one last tight. Feeling a strange sense of disgust at the feeling of his cock being covered in cum, Bakugo shook his head, trying to buck you off of him.

“Oh no, we aren’t even nearly close to done. I’m going to push you past your limits and then completely break you.”

[END]