#I love the blush when I draw..so exaggerated love to ass it

[jungle-angel]

The Full Moon (Admiral!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob comes home one night from an event but the sight of something in front of you makes you a little hornier than usual

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN!!! Breeding kink, so much other shit I can't even list out here, you guys know the drill (lol).

Tagging: @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

Events, events, events, one after the other with no real end in sight. Bob was sick and damn tired of it, one Navy ball or fundraiser after another and hardly any time to spend with you or the babies at home, something he really needed now that winter had hit and another holiday would be around the corner.

His head, his shoulders and whole body were so tired it was a miracle he could get through the front door of that big Victorian house he shared with you and the kids, let alone march up the stairs to the sanctuary of your shared bedroom. Thank God Rooster and his wife had offered to take the kids and let them have a sleepover with Nicky and Pete. He couldn't have imagined having to keep Auggie and Patrick from running wild before bed.

Up to the room he went and into the bathroom, stripping off his dress blacks and hanging everything up on the door-hook. Bob sank right into the hot bath, letting out a long breath that he had forgot he had been holding in. He scrubbed every part of him down with the Irish Spring body wash and even let it foam in the hot water to help him relax.

When he had enough, Bob stepped out into the bedroom, letting the water out of the bath and throwing the towel into the laundry basket on the other side of the room. Bob's skin pricked with goosebumps as the cooler air in the bedroom surrounded him, more so now that he was completely naked.

He hadn't even seen you standing in the doorway either.

He hadn't heard your feet padding on the floor nor did he sense you sneaking up behind him until he felt it, a sound, hard smack on his left ass-cheek which had been exposed for your eyes to see.

"Well ahoy there Admiral!" you exclaimed, delivering the hard smack to his ass.

Bob yelped, turning around suddenly, cupping his junk in his hand and an over-exaggerated scowl on his face. There you were, (Y/n) Floyd, his lovely, sweet little wifey looking all innocent in your low cut, lacy white nightgown and a laughing smile on your face.

"Stop grabbing my ass," Bob said rather flatly, the expression still on his face.

"But the full moon was out and little wolfy couldn't help but howl," you said teasingly.

"Yeah well, little wolfy did more than howl," Bob pointed out.

You giggled a little, still blushing at your husband's naked form standing in front of you.

Yet the expression on Bob's face seemed to soften as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, catching you completely off guard and drawing a small moan out of you.

"Shhh, not another word," Bob told you gently.

You moaned again, the tingling between your legs becoming almost unbearable as his fingers parted the front of your nightgown, never once breaking the kiss that kept you both together. You arched your partially exposed breasts against his gentle fingertips, moaning when they brushed against your nipples.

Bob drew you in close, your leg flung across his hip as he buried his face in your neck and rutted against you. His groans, though quiet, were still obscene, more so when his hand pushed up the filmy skirts of your nightgown to caress your bare ass.

"You've been hiding this pretty little ass from me, haven't you Mrs. Floyd?" he groaned.

"Oh Bob.....please!"

Bob trailed all the sloppy, open mouthed kisses he possibly could between your cleavage, wanting to draw it out as slowly as possible. He very carefully laid you down on the bed, slipping his already hardened cock between your legs and moaning at the wetness that had already gathered.

"So wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?" he mumbled against your skin.

You could hardly get the words out, wanting him to push his cock further in. You reached in between the both of you, your hand a little cold despite your body feeling like it was on fire.

"Ah-ah!" Bob chided gently, moving your hand aside. "No more grabbing, Mrs. Floyd."

You feigned a pouty look before he smiled and kissed you again, the softness of his lips just enough to make some of your slickness gush onto his cock.

Bob's hips began rubbing against yours, slowly at first but as you both began to reach your high, his thrusting grew more rigorous as obscene thoughts began to fall off his tongue and out of his mouth.

"Wanna give you another baby Mrs. Floyd," Bob mumbled, his hips rubbing against yours. "Can't tell you how pretty you looked with Deidre.......all round and full with her resting in your tummy. Wanna get you full again."

You hissed and swore under your breath as he whispered all that dirty talk into your ear. You felt the wetness between your legs getting worse as his lips nipped at your ear and down your cheeks again. You both let out something akin to a moan and a whimper as Bob's hips stuttered against your own, your lips grazing against each other's as your rapid breathing began to even out.

You felt Bob's lips curling into a smile against your cheek before he kissed you and his heart beating fast in his chest as he lay on top of you. "Gimme a minute and I'll clean us both up," Bob groaned.

You kissed the crown of his head, your fingers running through his curling dark blonde hair that was still wet from the bath. "No need to hurry Bob," you assured him. "We've got all weekend."

You both helped clean each other up as best you could but soon, the sleepiness had gotten to you both. You and Bob both lay against each other in bed, himself still naked as you rested your head on his bare chest, listening to the sweet sound of his heart beating in your ear. Your gentle kissing and caressing was putting you both to sleep, totally relaxed and at ease with each other.

"Did you mean what you said Bob?" you asked.

"About what?"

"About......wanting another one?"

Bob smiled sleepily. "Sweetheart," he said sweetly. "There's always room for one more in the family and so much love to go around."

You smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as you fell asleep in each other's arms, yet the smiles on yours and Bob's faces had said it all, those same smiles you wore on the nights that Auggie, Patrick and Deidre had been concieved and the same stirring you felt in your belly when it had took.

[buttdumplin]

just some hc's for the 141 boys with latin music <3

Soap 

Fucking loves Ivy Queen. She features at least once in every one of his playlists, and it has him jump up to dance when he hears her. Every time “Quiero Bailar” comes on, he’s shouting “CONSENT QUEEN!!!” as he throws ass. He explains, in detail, the important message in the lyrics when he’s done dancing, breaking down lines almost word by word. Every time. 

Kyle 

Had an extensive conversation with you about his complex feelings on “Atrévete-Te-Te” because the oversimplification of it hurts him, but he also refers to it as his “slut song” and again that ass is thrown. No one ever complains. He may or may not be considering getting a little white skirt for it. You may or may not have already bought one for him.

Really into Miranda! as of late because of the sounds and he’ll draw out the accent in a goofy exaggerated way. It gives him the perfect chance to be playful, eyes shining and hands wandering. He’ll play coy at red lights, swatting your hands away when you reach for him as if he hasn’t milked the opportunity to refamiliarize himself with your body.

Sings with you every time you’re in the car. It doesn’t matter what song it is, he’s there to match every word. He’s able to keep up with the lyrics that are too fast even for you, and he always does it with a smile. He likes the ad libs best. He’ll do them in a funny voice, projecting louder than the music, because he loves how it makes you laugh. 

Simon 

Borrows your speaker and listens to your playlists while he showers, picking up the habit from you incredibly fast. Sometimes you and Kyle will stick your ears to the bathroom door to hear him sing, voice smooth and low. If you all pause what you’re doing throughout the house, his voice carries clean and sweet.

Sneaks up on you in the kitchen, pulling your body into his and dancing a perfect huapango, slotting his massive thigh between yours and guiding your movements with his hand low on your back. It’s always slow and crushing, using his strength to control your body, and ends with toothy, too-eager kisses. No one has caught him yet, but the boys’ smiles often say they have an inkling.

Price 

Blushes like a madman when you tell him you noticed the pattern of some of his favorites. He likes love songs. Lost love, new love, love that never was, all of it. You hear him play a whole lot of Los Angeles Azules and Adolescent's Orquesta, and you've even caught him with some Conjunto Primavera. He fumbles a little, explaining that it’s not always the narratives that draw him in, but more how they remind him of what he’s been able to cultivate with all of you.

 A fucking sucker for any song with an accordion or a prominent horn, sends him directly into his feelings. It takes a minute for you to notice the pattern, but it’s the melancholy of the songs that calls to him. Sometimes you can catch him singing along silently as he drives, and his face is just so fucking expressive when he does. 

They have a shared playlist titled “I’m Literally Mexican,” which tells you exactly who created it, where they add some of their personal favorites. It started as a “now that I’ve heard this, I want it in my life more” situation that quickly turned into the boys sharing new songs from their respective tastes. They now aim to surprise you with songs you’ve never heard before.

[tacogawa]

o3 mel/vlad and r2 vani/arthur 🔫

HEY YOU 🔫

Look at what I’ve got <3

And ofc mel and vlad ty I’ve never drawn them together so 😳❤️❤️

I got lazy with them tho dhfhsvs

[alkalinefrog]

i hope you dont mind me dropping an ask!

i struggle a loooottt with exaggerating emotion in my art. My style is a bit realistic and i sometimes find myself worrying more about anatomy over emotion….,, which makes my works look really stiff!!! (im more of an illustrator than an animator)

if i may- how does one exaggerate emotion in their figures without it straying too far from realism? Your figures look absolutely amazing and convey tons of feelings!!! (so pretty btw i love your art) but mine kinda look like ass 😔

anyway more on ranting about your art……, HOLY MOLY?? gosh i want to say so much but i have a huge headache and no thoughts. yknow?? but yeah everything you create makes me so so HAPPY and and and. sorry if i seem creepy i just dont know how to normally tell you that i adore your art and am extremely inspired by it

GOSH I’M BLUSHING, thank you so much!!! I’m always stunned when people tell me my art inspires them! This is gonna be a long post so let’s get into it!

Since you’re an illustrator, my best advice is to think of the poses themselves as shapes you have to design around.

It’s also helpful to take note of the specific mouth/eyebrow/general facial feature shapes that convey certain emotions. Here’s a couple notes off the top of my head:

You can also start with a more structured drawing first, then do another sketch layer over top to make it more expressive. The first examples that come to mind are those feature animation concept art drawings where they sketch over the CG models to refine expressions:

See where and how they specifically choose to break the mould to push for clearer emotions?

Now the challenge will be taking this new foundation with shapes and adding it to your structure!

Hopefully this can give you some new skills in your toolkit! You got this!!

-Alka

[metalheadcowboy]

what do u think steddies love languages are? how do they show it most prominently to each other? what makes them feel the most loved by the other?

OKAY 😈😈😈

Eddie's love language is 100% physical touch, and lucky for him Steve is definitely not complaining.

Wrapping his arms sleepily around Steve's waist as the other boy groggily brushes his teeth in the morning, peppering kisses all over Steve's face when he gets home from a long day at work, tangling their limbs together half intentionally, half not when they doze off to sleep, you name it, really. But don't even get me started on how obsessed Eddie is with skin to skin contact. There's something so inherently intimate about it, whether it be sexual or not, that really draws him in. Pressing his bare chest flush against Steve's bare back when they cuddle at night, trailing his hands under the hem of Steve's shirt when they kiss, shirtless hugging, a lot of shirtless hugging.

Eddie can't get enough of it really, not only does it make him feel good, but he loves the goofy smile Steve gets on his face when he squishes his cheeks lovingly. Or the scream-cackle the younger man lets out when Eddie sticks his freezing cold hands to his bare hips. It just makes his heart melt seeing the look on Steve's face when he opens his arms for a comedically exaggerated hug or puckers his lips for a kiss all the same. Or when he gets to hear the soft hum of comfort at Steve settles his head against his chest, or when Eddie nuzzles his freshly shaven jaw against Steve's cheek.

So, sure, Eddie does it for himself, but he really does it to see and feel the way Steve it able to let his guard down in those moments and just feel what they share. Not have to worry about any interdimensional monsters, or how he's going to get Dustin where, or when his parents are coming home next. He can just focus on them, and more importantly relax. And that's what makes Eddie feel great.

As for Steve I totally think his love language would be gift giving because his parents are the same. Even if theirs always seems to come from a colder place, broken promises and half-assed apologies.

Steve is really good at picking up on little things. Eddie mentioning things he like and wants in passing. Like if they're at the record store and he'll admire a certain vinyl he can't afford, or if they're at the mall hearing Eddie softly ramble about how "sick" an item of clothing is before moving on to the next topic his overactive brain lands on.

He's often known to go back to those places on his own, not too long after their conversations, but enough time to where Eddie has probably pushed it out of his mind, only for Steve to surprise him with the item.

And of course it makes Eddie happy, Steve loves the way his puppy dog eyes light up and his face contorts into a look of shock whenever he is handed whatever the item might be with a soft blush tinting his cheeks. But the first few times Eddie takes it the wrong way, takes it as charity, like Steve must be giving him these things because he must think he's broke, which isn't far from the truth most days, that he must be poor because he lives in the armpit of Hawkins, Indiana. But, in reality that's not true, even if it takes a little convincing with some frustrated tears along the way.

I also think another one of Steve's love languages is just plain ole quality time, something his parents never had the time to give to him.

He's always trying to make plans with Eddie, even if deep down sometimes it makes him feel a bit clingy. But, he's just worried that if the doesn't spend enough time with Eddie that the other man won't feel appreciated, will feel the way his parents make him feel and he would never want to put that on another person.

Whether it's a smooth suggestion of a make out at lovers lake from across the Family Video counter, or a sweet whisper of a late night dinner at the local diner, or even going to see a movie, even if it means Dustin will probably (most definitely) tag along, he always tries to find them something to do.

But one of his all time favorite hang outs he's ever had with Eddie was going to the zoo, an hour and a half drive into the city to look at some animals, animals that Eddie knew far too much about and fawned over in such a way that made Steve weak in the knees. He could still see the way Eddie roared at the tigers like a little kid, making them both double over in laughter, or the way he joked about how if they kissed their mouths would turn purple because of their respective blue and red slurpies.

And yeah :)

[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.5

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Summary: someone please give Nicole a break for the love of Miranda. And there be smut y'all

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Seeing Cassandra's softer side made something flutter within Nicole's chest. The brunette was a sadist through and through. Witness to that fact was the array of torture devices that littered the dungeons. Not to mention the prisoners she frequently killed, only to haul them on the autopsy tables in her study to be examined, chopped and sectioned by the both of them.

But there was an uncharacteristic sort of gentleness in the way their lips slid against each other, sharp teeth occasionally biting down on Nicole's lower lip but never enough to draw blood. In the way Cassandra would drag sharp nails against flushed skin, but not go beyond the pleasurable amount of pain. Even the glint in golden eyes when Nicole went over some old notes of hers on more tricky anatomy concepts. Having an exclusive look at this side of Cassandra felt beyond intimate and the thought almost made her miss when the brunette spoke from where she was leaning over a notebook.

"Okay let's just wrap this up, I have plans."

Nicole hummed, dropping the liver she was holding in a freezer bag. Most body parts were already bagged and ready to be picked up by Cynthia and her undercooks, they were just putting into practice some things the brunette was curious about. She dropped the now blood soaked leather gloves in the sink and went to sit by Cassandra, who was scribbling some final notes.

"In that case I'll go enjoy a cup of tea," she sighed. "Tea that I had to skip because someone was eager to start on this early."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, accompanied by her usual smirk. "I meant plans with you."

Oh? That was new. The brunette laughed at Nicole's wide eyed expression and snapped her notebook shut. She took her sweet time putting it on the shelf with the others and checking the time, pretending not to notice the redhead's inquisitive expression. Then, she lifted Nicole’s chin with a thankfully not covered in blood finger.

"Don't get me wrong I love it here but," she grimaced, "it gets stuffy sometimes. Especially in summer."

Well, that much was true. The undergrounds of the castle were oddly warm, although not downright hot, compared to what one would expect from a castle. Pair that with the annoyingly humid atmosphere and having to wear a leather apron and gloves so as to not completely ruin your outfit and you got the perfect recipe for discomfort. She really ought to ask Cassandra about installing some kind of better ventilation down here.

"Meet me in the attic in about… an hour." She leaned down and their mouths were so close that Nicole could feel icy breath on her lips.

The attic? She's never been to the attic, it was not only off limits for most staff but also dangerous if rumors were to be believed. Not that she had the clarity of mind to voice any concerns when Cassandra finally leaned in to kiss her, complete with a nip on her lower lip that made Nicole’s breath hitch.

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The fact that Nicole had no idea how to get to the attic could be a slight problem. She had asked Anita, but not only did she not know, she also seemed mortified by the idea. Another maid just gave her vague directions to look for a ladder on the top floor. As if that wasn't like trying to find the needle in a haystack. Or the needle in a giant castle.

She was just wandering around the top floor, praying not to stumble upon anyone who would be less than thrilled to see her there. A sigh of relief escaped past her lips when she heard familiar buzzing and steps coming towards her.

"Oh Cas-" she swallowed her words when she noticed red hair spilling from underneath a black hood.

"Nicole! What are you doing here hmm?" Her inquisitive hum was way too exaggerated the same way her fangs seemed too sharp when she grinned.

"I was just looking for Ca- lady Cassandra. She asked me to meet her in the attic."

Daniela's mouth fell open, almost forming an O shape. Then back to her characteristic giggle, almost as if laughing at a joke only she knew.

"What, you don't know how to get there?"

"...Not really," she sheepishly admitted.

And that was a mistake. Nicole would've preferred to wander the hallways until Cassandra eventually got bored enough of waiting and decided to come see where her glorified lab partner was. But her plan was ruined by Daniela wordlessly grabbing her arm and pulling her in the opposite direction she was going in. She even went the extra mile to partially turn into a swarm, which made Nicole's panic skyrocket. She didn't mind bugs. But having hundreds of them fly all around you, accompanied by manic giggling was a whole other thing.

Before she knew it though, Daniela let go of her arm, laughing a little at Nicole's stumbling. She gestured dramatically towards a ladder and said:

"There you go. Say hi to Cassie for me."

"Th- thank you my lady." And with a small bow of the head she grabbed the ladder and started ascending on shaky legs.

"And enjoy your date," she called out, once Nicole was at the top of the stairs.

Blushing, she decided to ignore the comment and start looking for the sister less likely to turn her into fly food.

The attic looked… old. It was obvious that people didn't come here often, although someone probably did clean it regularly as there were no cobwebs nor dirt on any surfaces, aside from some dust. It was full of neatly arranged boxes and crates, their contents as mysterious as the castle's inhabitants. Tentative steps took her across ancient floorboards, navigating old rooms.

"Rah!"

Nicole damn near jumped out of her skin, a string of curses spilling past her lips. "Jesus fucking christ Cassandra!"

The brunette only laughed, hands on her knees and pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

"That's what you get for making me wait for so long."

"I didn't even know where the attic entrance was! Good thing one of your sisters came to my rescue." Nicole rolled her eyes at the last word.

Cassandra stopped laughing, eyes narrowing slightly. "Which one?"

"Uh- Danie-"

"Did she hurt you?" Cassandra grabbed her arms, golden eyes looking for any visible injuries.

Nicole just laughed softly, taken off guard by the display of concern. "No, no. Just gave me a bit of a fright, that's all."

With an eye roll, Cassandra guided her further into the attic, through more dusty rooms, until they reached a short corridor, light spilling from its other end. The room they entered was relatively small, almost half of it occupied by stacked boxes as if it used to be a storage room like the rest of the attic and nobody bothered to completely clear it out. A few pieces of furniture were also present: a couch with a coffee table in front of it and paintings leaning against a wall to collect dust. This room however had a window, left slightly ajar, that allowed you to see the mountains stretching on the horizon, crowned by the beautiful orange hues of dusk.

Nicole moved to the glass to take in the view, mouth almost hanging open, when an ungodly screech from outside made her backpedal straight into Cassandra.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked, eyes widening at the sight of flying creatures circling the towers.

"Mother's flying guard dogs."

"They sound the same way I'd imagine the souls of the damned do." Nicole didn’t take her eyes off the ghoulish creatures, almost as if keeping eye contact would dissuade them from attacking.

Cassandra just shrugged. "Wouldn't be too far off. Also here." She sat on the couch, gesturing towards a cup.

Nicole went to sit by her side, grabbing the mystery cup. She frowned slightly when the steam reached her nose, bringing with it a pleasant minty and honey aroma.

"Tea?"

"Since you were so disheartened about having to skip it earlier," Cassandra averted her eyes, seemingly finding the curtains very interesting.

After a long sip, she let out a content sigh. The warmth was more than welcomed, despite the weather. She set the cup back on the table and turned her attention on the brunette, now fidgeting with the corner of a pillow.

"Thank you," Nicole said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek.

Cassandra smiled and turned around, locking their lips in a kiss that at first mimicked her gentleness, but soon turned hungry when dainty hands made their way to the brunette's nape, pulling her closer. She shifted them both, pushing Nicole down on the pillows littering the couch, until she was laying on top of her, legs on each side of her waist. Her focus was on leaving a trail of nips and kisses down Nicole's neck when the redhead jumped and barely stifled a yelp at another screech from outside.

"Ugh what the fuck is today, scare me out of my mind day?"

"How are you scared of these but countless dead bodies don't phase you?" Cassandra laughed, sound muffled by her position with her mouth against Nicole's neck.

"I used to work on corpses, not on ugly gargoyles that could chew my face off!" She gestured wildly at the window and the few creatures visible outside.

"You what?"

"You...didn't know?" Nicole couldn't help a giggle at Cassandra's confused expression.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I thought your mother told you already. Or your sisters," Nicole shrugged.

"They knew?!" And, after something seemed to dawn on her, "Oh I'm gonna kick both their asses."

Nicole couldn’t help letting out a small laugh, placing her hands on Cassandra's cheeks and, with a pout for dramatic effect, "Right now?"

As much as the sight was both funny and endearing, the warmth starting to pool at her core was making her beyond impatient.

The indignation in golden eyes was replaced by an all too familiar glint and black painted lips went back to their work on Nicole's neck. Sharp fangs pierced the skin there, just enough to draw a few drops of blood and a whine. After licking every last bit of it, Cassandra's lips moved to the collarbones and lower, hands slowly starting to undo the buttons of Nicole's pesky uniform that was in the way.

When both the button up and the skirt were discarded on the floor Nicole tangled her fingers through black hair and pulled Cassandra in for a kiss. Her free hand went to the back of the dress, pulling down the zipper and guiding it off of the brunette's shoulders. Once both of them were left only in undergarments, Nicole pulled back to look up at the brunette.

"If I knew I was supposed to dress up I would've asked the chambermaid if there's anything fancy in the uniform stash," she said, taking in the beautifully intricate lace of Cassandra's matching bra and underwear, complete with a giggle at her awful joking.

The brunette only raised an eyebrow. "Mhm I can take care of that. Not like you'll need these for long though." Her hands reached under Nicole's back to unclasp her bra and in mere moments that too was on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then Cassandra bent down to crash their lips together, tongue slipping past Nicole's lips when a wandering hand elicited a gasp from her.

Cassandra was by no means a patient person. Quite the opposite actually. But teasingly dragging her nails across sensitive skin only to feel the girl under her squirm and whine when her hand just won't go where she needed it made waiting all the more sweet. Slender fingers started to toy with the edges of Nicole's underwear. After a groan against her lips and an impatient tug of hair, Cassandra finally gave in, slipping two fingers inside her. She felt Nicole arch into her, a broken moan escaping past her lips when she broke the kiss to let her head fall back into the cushions. Cassandra took that as an opportunity to kiss the length of her neck, occasionally stopping to suck or bite at a spot, enjoying every gasp and moan she drew out of the redhead.

With Cassandra's rough pace it didn't take long before Nicole was clenching her thighs around her hand. Cassandra kissed her, swallowing her moan as she came.

The small room in the attic, Cassandra's drawing room she would later find out, was the perfect secluded spot. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other. First evening of many.

[animedaddymilkers]

Kinkmas 2020: Day Six

Prompt: Mommy Kink w/ Ino

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Mommy Kink, Lactation, Semi-Public || Characters: Ino Yamanaka, Gender Neutral Reader || read it on ao3 here

"I have a customer coming in soon. Are you going to be a good flower for me?" Your blonde girlfriend smiled at you, hand caressing your chin.

You nodded earnestly but were quick to use your voice once you saw her glare, "Yes mommy. I'll be your good flower. How… How long do you think it will take?"

"Now, little violet, you know I don't know that. But I know you'll sit there at the counter while I'm busy with the customer," She patted the top of your head and made sure to help you pull your pants back up.

The faint buzz of the vibrator inside of you made your face heat up, Ino merely smiling at your reaction and walking out to the store front. For a moment, you gathered your wits about you before following after the blonde. As you sat down on the stool behind the counter, the vibrator increased. One of your hands awkwardly slapped down onto the wood slab in front of you, gripping at the smoothness. The gasp was thankfully caught in your throat and you composed yourself again, flashing a slight glare to your mommy. It didn't help a bit, quite the opposite really, seeing as how wide she was smirking and reached into her pocket again, making you go stiff. Without actually seeing it, you knew the remote to your current torture was in that purple pocket.

By some divine miracle, before she could up the tempo again, the customers she mentioned entered the store. Her customer service voice immediately rang through the air and you hoped it was enough to distract her from you. How wrong you were. For a while, the dull vibrations only turned you on, wetting the underwear underneath the skirt your girlfriend specially picked out for you. Then, as the customers were examining some daisies, the tempo picked up without warning, by the feel of it she turned it by two notches. Always such a damn tease, Ino was. You nearly fell apart just sitting at the counter, quietly trying to work yourself through your orgasm. The worst case scenario was the customers realized what was going on and you were determined for that not to come true.

Your hand fanned your face before muffling a moan as you felt a second orgasm approach you. Kami, if she would just turn it down a notch you could recover a bit- Fuck! If she could read your thoughts right now, she purposely did the opposite of what you wanted. The stupid silicone inside of you vibrated harder and you inconspicuously turned the radio on to hide the quiet whirring. At this rate, your juices would be running off the stool if the customers didn't just hurry the hell up. Thankful that they were still distracted, you rocked back and forth as you were sent through a second orgasm. You had no time to even bask in the climax because the vibrator didn't let up, forcing you to just ride straight into the build up of the next impending orgasm. Even though you respected and cherished each paying customer, in this point and time, those damn customers could not leave the store fast enough.

Just when you thought you were going to bang your head against the counter, the customers shook Ino's hand. A quick tune-in let you know they agreed to pick up the arrangement tomorrow and you said your silent thank you's. Your girlfriend saw them out and you bit your lip in anticipation. She left you a mess at the counter for far too long and you were desperate for more. Desperate for her.

"Is my baby enjoying themself?" the question was playful and teasing as she flipped the open sign and locked the door.

The only noise that fell from your lips was a long whine, a noise that made Ino chuckle as she turned to face you. The look of pure lust on your face made her smirk as she walked towards where you were seated. You lifted your hips slightly, letting another whine from your lips. It was a needy noise, a noise that hopefully conveyed what you couldn't put into words. Ino laughed quietly at your reaction and slowly sauntered over, her hands groping her chest as she finally gave into her own temptations. Just knowing that you were over here getting lost in pleasure had her soaking wet herself. As she played with it she realized just how heavy and full her chest was. All she wanted was that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around her tits and she wasn't going to wait any longer. By the time she reached the counter you were shaking through another orgasm and thankfully, this time she turned the vibrator fully off. You whined again, panting as you came down from your high and began to paw at her clothing.

"Mommy… Mommy please, I'm hungry, I wanna taste you, mommy. I've been such a good flower," your eyes, as glossed over as they were, looked up into hers pleading for what you really needed.

Luckily for you, she was also past the point of holding back and nodded, "Of course darling, I'd never let you go hungry. Mommy has so much for you too. They're so full they hurt, flower."

Now, it was Ino's turn to blush as she admitted her circumstance and unbuttoned her shirt to unleash her boobs. Her tits were already hard and wet, slowly dripping milk from them, ah the curses of being as big chested as Ino. Though you were more than willing to help her with her struggles. The vibrator still occupying the space inside of you, you leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around a nipple after locking it. The effect your secret show had on Ino was evident, the second your tongue made contact with her skin she moaned, fingers flying to the back of your head. She caressed your head gently as you began to suck, reveling in the assurance that relief was soon to follow. You sucked on her nipple, being rewarded with the slow spurt of milk in your mouth not long after. Ino sighed heavily, a soft moan following and she rubbed your scalp soothingly, her need to take care of you still ruling over her other emotions.

With a dutiful vigor, you helped slowly drain her tits of the built up fluids. Really, the taste wasn't bad, it might have been an acquired taste, but you loved it enough to keep coming back for more. Ino stroked the sides of your face, her butterfly touches letting you know how much she cherished you. Meanwhile, your own hands wandered her body, eventually zeroing in on that tight skirt of hers. The figure hugging material always drove you wild. You bunched the material up before sliding a hand between her thighs. Her legs quickly spread, silently begging you for more. To which you were happy to comply with, fingers tracing along her slit, reveling in the feel of her soaked panties. Ino's head leaned back as she sighed, all her pent up feelings finally being acknowledged. Her underwear were ripped off of her waist, an action to which you'd have to apologize for later. Your fingers prodded against her teasingly before easily slipping inside.

Meanwhile, you still sucked at her tit, relieving one while letting the other tit suffer and drip slowly. One of her hands steadied herself on the counter, a leg being propped up on a rung of the stool beneath you. The new position gave you easier access, allowing you to slide your fingers in deeper, curling them slightly. Your other hand played with her clit, gently tugging the bundle of nerves before rubbing circles against it. A soft curse left her mouth, followed immediately by reassuring praises. She tried to keep her composure during times like these, but the faint shake of her legs told you all you needed to know. After you were sure the boob you were sucking from was nearly drained, you switched to the other one. The one that was dripping milk still, begging to be sucked by you like the other one was. Again, you gave a teasing lick before wrapping your lips around it, savoring the forceful squirt of liquid into your mouth.

"Flower… you feel so good. I love when you're good for me like this. A-After we're done here, mmm, we're going to take a niceee bath," she moaned and gripped your head, "with chamomile…and some lavender…"

You're sure she was going to say eucalyptus too, as it was the go-to bath combination for her, but the last ingredient was lost in a gasp. She moaned again and her hips moved forward, trying to fuck herself on your fingers. Your fingers obliged, moving faster in and out of her pussy the way you knew drove her wild. At this point you were done dragging it out, the mentioned bath seeming more and more inviting with each passing minute. The only things keeping you on the stool was the moans Ino made and the warm liquid in your mouth. Your lips sucked faster, drawing more of her milk out while you curled your fingers inside of her. Ino's hand that wasn't on the counter went to your shoulder to further steady herself. Her orgasm wasn't too far away, if the way her legs moved was any way to tell. She gasped and panted hard, almost whining as desperately as you were twenty minutes ago. You stopped thrusting and instead rubbed against her g spot repeatedly, throwing her into climax as her cum coated your hand.

She squealed and moaned through her orgasm before gripping your shoulder harder. Her pants were heavy and fast as she came down, vision once again returning to see you release her tit with an exaggerated pop sound. Immediately after sex she became shy and almost embarrassed, the lewd sound making her cheeks redden. She looked away for a moment and got herself together a bit, skirt being pulled back down over her now bare ass. Though she went without buttoning her top, chest far too sensitive now to confine it behind cotton. It was in moments like these she was happy your shared house was connected to the flower shop. That bath sounded like heaven now as you moved to follow her, only being starkly reminded of the toy still inside of you after you stood. Ino turned around and laughed at you, her playful nature back in full force again. You couldn't wait to do this again.

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[ask-the-riders]

His Only Warning

Diamondback doesn't appreciate Othni touching anyone or anything that he cares for, and one day, he decides to confront him. Othni isn't receptive to any of his threats, so he makes sure to give Othni a warning that he's sure to remember for a very long time

((Slight warning; The beginning portion of this is a little suggestive, but I did my best to keep it as vague as possible. There's also some violence since Othni gets his ass kicked the two demons fight, too))

The demon donned a charming grin, idly stretching his arms and resting them along the backrest of the sofa. Val would be out for a while, but he wasn’t complaining; Not when he got to spend some time alone with his host’s adorable little date mate. The female skeleton cuddled up to him and he sighed softly, content as he wrapped an arm around her. Val had given him the green light to temporarily “borrow” his appearance, so right now, his date mate was under the impression that she was with her partner. 

She was oblivious to the fact that he was someone entirely different, and he intended to keep it that way.

Lifting a hand, he gently caught her jaw, prompting her to meet his gaze. Once her golden-orange eye lights met his false multicolored ones, he continued to offer her the same charming grin from before and murmured, “I’m happy that you chose to come see me again, Chimera. There really aren’t any words that could help me express how much I love being with you like this.” The female skeleton offered him a small, sheepish smile in return, her cheekbones flushing a soft shade of orange, “Of course, Val. I really love spending time with you, too.” Despite the way irritation fluttered in his chest at hearing her say his host’s name instead of his, Othni continued smiling, tilting his head as he looked at her. He brushed his thumb over her teeth and her blush darkened ever so slightly. Noticing this, his expression softened and he purred, “You’re beautiful, you know that? Truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” 

Her blush darkened again and she hummed, “I’m… I’m really happy you think so. You’re not so bad looking, yourself.” Still grinning, the demon’s cheeks flushed with a soft cyan blush, “Thanks, Gorgeous. I’m glad to hear that.” The pair gazed at each other for another moment before he slid his hand back along her jaw, still gently holding it as he closed the distance between them, capturing her in a kiss. As he expected, Chimera was quick to reciprocate, happily kissing him back. It wasn’t long before she found herself on his lap, one arm wound around his neck while her hand rested on his chest, weakly gripping his shirt. Othni began to purr softly, his hands absentmindedly caressing her thighs as he allowed himself to become drunk off of the kiss.

Chimera pulled away after a moment, her blush noticeably brighter as she pressed closer to him. Chuckling softly, he held her close, playfully arching a brow bone, “Well goodness me. It sure seems like you were missing me quite a bit, Beautiful.” Noting the way his accent thickened and gained a husky tone, Chimera shivered, smiling shyly and shrugging, “Yeah, I guess I was. Have you been missing me too, Handsome?” Already knowing what it usually meant when she referred to him as anything other than his host’s name, his purr grew louder and he smirked, “Of course. I’ve been missing you dearly.” Chimera shivered again, unconsciously squirming as her blush became even brighter than before. Just as he was preparing to kiss her again, the scent of something warm and musky that was reminiscent of cucumbers flooded his senses, and he stopped. Breathing in deeply and taking a moment to process the scent, he made a face; Ah. It would appear that they had a visitor.

The female skeleton tilted her head, her brow bones furrowing, “Val?… Is everything ok?” The demon made a sound of confirmation, smiling at her and lightly squeezing one of her thighs, “Everything’s fine, Gorgeous. I do believe our time together is coming to a close, though.” Also beginning to pick up the scent, Chimera let out a deep sigh, “So it would seem.” There was a knock on the front door and Chimera slid off of the demon’s lap, following his lead as he stood. He made his way to the door, the skeleton close behind him; Damn it. Everything was going so well, and if the snake-loving prick hadn’t shown up, they could be going even better.

Answering the door, Othni felt himself immediately become tense as the ever analytic green stare of the demon outside settled on him. Chimera cleared her false throat, drawing the other demon’s attention away from Othni as she spoke, “Do you need something, Soren?” Diamondback arched a brow, briefly considering the question before he hummed, “Yes, actually. I need you to head home now. You have company, and he’s becoming rather antsy to see you again.” She let out a deep sigh, “Of course he is. Cobalt, I’m assuming?” Diamondback shook his head, “Skink.” A grin slowly stretched across her face upon hearing her guest’s name and she looked up at Othni, “I’m sorry for the interruption and for leaving so suddenly… If you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you tomorrow.” 

He nodded, gently taking one of her hands and raising it to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of it, “It’s alright, Chimera. If you’d like to see me again tomorrow, I’d love to have you.” Her cheekbones gained a soft orange blush again and she leaned up to steal a kiss from him, murmuring playfully, “Sweet… So it’s a date, then?” He made a sound of confirmation, “It’s a date.” He reluctantly released her hand and she looked up at Diamondback, “Are you heading back with me, Soren?” The demon in question offered her a tiny smile, “I’d like a few words with Val, first. If you’d like to start heading back, I’ll catch up with you.” Already well aware that his statement wasn’t up for debate, she nodded and chirped, “Ok! I’ll see you at the house then, I guess.” Diamondback tilted his head, “You’ll see me before you even get there, and that’s a promise.” 

Chimera made a sound in acknowledgment, smiling up at him again and lightly nudging him as she slipped out of the front door. Diamondback waited for her to be a full block away before he shifted his attention to the other demon, his grin fading as his voice took on a deadly serious tone, “You are to keep your disgusting mitts off of her, Othni. Tell me you understand that, so I may leave.” Othni was momentarily taken aback, shifting back to his normal form and looking down at Diamondback as if to challenge him; There might have been no more than a three inch height difference between them, but Othni was more than willing to take full advantage of it whenever the chance presented itself. Regarding Diamondback with clear indifference, he shrugged, “I’ll do whatever I want, Soren. You seem to have forgotten that I don’t take orders from the likes of you.” The snake demon felt one of his eyes twitch and he hissed, “Only my friends are allowed to call me that. You’re not my friend. Never have been, and never will be. Unless you’d like me to shove my foot up your ass, you���ll watch yourself. Surely you’re smart enough to know your place by now.” 

Othni let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes, “Fine, fine. Diamondback to your face, egotistical jackass to your back. How’s that sound?” Diamondback narrowed his eyes at the other demon, “As long as you keep your hands off of Chimera, then I don’t care what you call me behind my back.” The tiger demon pinched the bridge of his nose, “Oh, this again. If the thought of me touching her bothers you so much, then why don’t you just mind your own damn business?” Diamondback lashed out, a hand shooting forward to snag the collar of Othni’s shirt, and before Othni could process what was happening, he’d already found himself being thrown back into the house. He collided with a wall, letting out a startled yelp, and catching him off guard a second time, Diamondback appeared before him again. One hand latched onto Othni’s face, slamming his head back into the wall at full force and cracking both the drywall and the wood beneath it, earning another shocked cry. 

Opening his mouth and baring his fangs, he hissed, “I wonder… If I bit you and injected my venom, how long would it take for you to drop dead? How long would it take for you to shrivel up and rot?” Othni began to struggle, clawing at his arm, and Diamondback scoffed, slamming his head back into the wall again. A faint rattling sound began to echo around them, and as Diamondback’s fangs could be felt pressing into one of his arms the smallest bit, Othni let out a pathetic squeak, his eyes widening. The rattlesnake demon growled, and then proceeded to sink his teeth into the other’s arm. His eyes began to glow softly as he began to inject a small amount of venom, releasing Othni’s arm after a few seconds and stepping back away from him. He released his face as well, watching blankly as Othni cried out, his body twitching and his face becoming flushed. Diamondback watched as the other demon’s grayed skin began to darken and turn black around the bite, and he took note of the way he began to gasp for air, nearly gulping it down. 

Even as Othni toppled to the ground and began to dry-heave, he appeared unimpressed. Spitting out the tiny bit of blood that was in his mouth and wiping off his face, he lightly nudged Othni with his foot, gaining his attention before speaking, “I didn’t inject enough to kill you, but I did, however, inject enough to make you wish you were dead. It’ll hurt for a while and you’ll be paralyzed soon enough, but you’ll live. This is the only warning I’ll give you. Unless you want to die, then stay away from Chimera.” Othni wordlessly nodded, before his body lurched and he finally emptied the contents of his stomach onto the wood floor. Without any further conversation between them, Diamondback turned and began to head for the door; He had places to be, friends to visit with, and a mate to entertain. He didn’t want to linger here even a single second longer. 

[bts-hyperfixation]

Taehyung, 2, 21, 27. Preferably a Smut with some angst and surprise me with the scenario. Could it be a mafia au?

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year – 18+

Taehyung Mafia AU

Warnings: Anal play, definitely some unclean sex practices, unsafe sex, mentions of death threats

I am so sorry about how late this is!

“Look baby, I already said I’m sorry I’m not going to be home for Christmas.” Tae sighed rubbing his temples as you refused to turn back to face him. You’d been fighting over this for a while now.

“It’s not that you won’t be home for Christmas Tae. It’s that you won’t be back for your Birthday or New Years either and I’m sick of it!” you finally deign to look at him. It’s clear he is close to snapping at you, but you are tired of the shit. You knew it was going to be hard to be with him, especially after you found out what he really did for a living, but you weren’t going to let this one go. This year alone he had missed: valentine’s day, your graduation, your birthday, his mother’s birthday, and Halloween, and you would be damned if he missed the next three holidays as well.

“You know damn well there is nothing I can do about this Y/N! You need to just drop it.” He huffs fixing you with his most intimidating stare. Unfortunately for him, you became immune to that look a long time ago. He was scary man to everyone else, but to you he would always be a teddy bear. It was long established he would never hurt you. You just stared right back. Your own evil glare far more threatening.

“I bet you could do something. You’ve never even tried! You are at his beck and call regardless of the day or time. I bet if we ever actually got round to setting a wedding date, he would call you away from the alter and you’d just fucking go.” Something akin to hurt flashes across his face but you don’t stop. “Namjoon cannot be your be-all and end-all Tae, one day you are going to have to be a big boy and make a decision for yourself.”

“What do you want me to do Jagi? Do you want me to let Namjoon shoot me for not being there? He will you know, shoot me dead, or worse you. Look I was a stupid kid when I entered into this, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in. Namjoon calls I answer, or I die. That’s it no grey area.” His gaze softens when he sees the panic in your eyes, tears welling in the corners. The thought of Taehyung turning up dead because of you too much to handle. He reaches out his arms for you and you slot yourself in. You take a minute to inhale him, burying you nose into his jacket.

“I just miss you Tae.” Your voice muffled by his suit. He holds you tighter to him and kisses your head. He moves one hand to smooth down your hair.

“I know Y/N-ah I miss you too, but we have tonight so let’s make the most of it.”

A short while later you are wrapped up on the sofa. Taehyungs arm is wrapped lazily around your shoulder as you lean into him, trying to forget that he won’t be there in the morning. The hours tick by and episodes of the show on the tv keep ending. The two of you are fast asleep in one another’s arms. By the time you wake up the world is way too bright. You squint your eyes to look out the floor-length patio window.

“Tae… Taehyung wake up!” you tap at his arm panicked as he grumbles for you to leave him be ‘just a little longer’ “Kim Taehyung wake your ass up. I think we are snowed in…” his eyes snap open at that. Fear registering on his face when he sees the two feet of snow that was still growing. He glances at his phone.

*3 missed calls Namjoon*

NJ: Where are you?

NJ: You’re late

NJ: Don’t make me take away your little toy to regain your attention.

NJ: Kim Taehyung if you do not respond to me, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. DON’T make me.

He hides the screen from you a little too late. Bile rises in your throat, but he sends you a reassuring look as he rings back Bangtan’s leader.

“This better be good.” You hear through the receiver.

“Hyung, I’m sorry I’m not there. It appears I’m snowed in. I’ve spent the last few hours trying to figure a way out. The windows are too protected and the doors all open outward. It appears we did too good a job fortressing my home from others that even I can’t get around it.” You hear a low grumble come from side of the phone as Taehyung’s boss considers the excuse.

“I can’t spare anyone to bail you out… as soon as your free make your way here… I’ll be checking in.” with that the line goes dead. You both let out a breath in relief and settle back into the warmth of one another.

“Looks like I’ll be home for Christmas after all.” Taehyung says trying to break the silence.

“Guess I’ll have to think of a present to give you now…” you joke, untangling yourself from him and the blanket. You sway your hips a little too much as you move away.

“I think you might be my present.” He licks his lips as he stares at your bum.

“I don’t know? Shouldn’t you be looking for a way back to your Joonie?” you tease bending over more than necessary to pick something up off of the floor.

“Looking at the snow, I just don’t think there is anyway for me to possibly escape until after my birthday… New Years even?” he makes a big show out of being disappointed, but he can’t stop the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“No, no, you should at least try.” You turn back to face him, batting your eyelashes in the most overexaggerated way you could. Your arms pull in a little to accentuate your cleavage.

“Keep doing that and your gonna end on the naughty list.” He growls, abandoning his ruse mush quicker than you.

“I don’t know what you mean baby. You really really should try to get back to Namjoon, I imagine Bangtan’s entire operation is going to shit with out you.” You casually check your nails, attempting to look bored.

“I just got handed a get out of jail free card. I’m going to use it.” He fireman lifts you off the floor and spanks your arse. You squeal and wriggle but its no use. He throws you on to the bed, barely giving you a moment to recover before he is discarding his shirt and straddling you. His mouth latches on to your throat leaving blooms of purple all over the exposed skin. He is ruthless in his marking, needing the world to know that you are his, even if that world will only be you and him until the snow melts.

You whine as he nibbles at the most sensitive area of skin right below your ear. You can feel his satisfied smirk against your skin.

“Still want me to try to get back to work?” he teases. You just wrap your hands in his hair and pull his mouth to yours. Tugging at his curls, you don’t let him go until you can’t breathe anymore. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you missed him. it’d been a long time since the two of you had been intimate. He hovers above you for a moment. His signature boxy grin plastered on his face. He takes all of you in. Hair splayed underneath you, blush colouring your cheeks, lips plump from the kiss. Perfect. Perfect and his.

“What?” you can’t read what he is thinking. Having gone from full on to heart-eyes in a matter of seconds has you extremely confused.

“Let’s set a date. I’ll tell Namjoon to go fuck himself, just pick a day and I’m all yours.” He nuzzles back into you waiting for an answer.

“May, just as the weather gets better.”

“Deal.” His lips return to yours, this time it’s much softer. All his love for you going into this one kiss. “Now let me ruin you.” He pulls at the hem of your t-shirt, dissatisfied when it doesn’t immediately come off. He rips it away instead. You pout a little at the loss of a good shirt, but he draws your attention back quickly. Hot opened mouth kisses trail up your stomach from your navel to your bare chest. His tongue circled one of your nipples, flicking the sensitive bud until its standing at attention. He tweaks it between his fingers making you grimace at the pleasurable pain.

“Please Tae…” you moan

“Please what jagi? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me.” His feigned innocence dripping in his tone.

“Please Tae I need you.”

“Need me where?” he is practically laughing at how desperate you sound.

“I need you to shove your tongue so far inside of me I see stars.” Not a man to need to be told twice he dives straight between your legs. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear. You bend your legs and angle your hips towards him. You can feel the vibrations of his laugh flutter against you as he brings his lips to your core licking up your arousal before setting to work. He wraps and arm over your hips to stop you from writhing underneath his touch. So sensitive from not having his touch in so long. You cant help the jolt as his tongue slips from between your folds to between your cheeks, playing with the tight ring of muscles there.

“Tae” you try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more of a whine.

“You said you needed my tongue inside of you. You didn’t say where inside of you. You need to be more specific with your wording baby.” He doesn’t give you chance to respond before pushing into your hole. You keen at the sensation. The arm that was holding onto your waist makes its way to your clit, rubbing lazy circles in the opposite direction. He keeps the pressure just like that for a little while, lulling you into a false sense of security. You settle down and enjoy the lazy pleasure. You should’ve known better. Once your guard is down, two of the fingers from his free hand thrust inside of you. He curls his fingers, immediately finding the most vulnerable part of you. He takes his tongue away from you so he can watch as your face crumples in pleasure.

The orgasm that had been slowly building in the pit of your stomach is suddenly about to be ripped out of you. Your back arches as another finger stretches you out, inching you over the edge. His tongue returns between your cheeks as you ride out your high, pushing yourself down on the fingers he has left inside of you.

“God, I hope this snow never melts.” You pant

“Me too,” he tries to move back up and kiss you, but you push his face away.

“Oh hell no, you need to go brush your teeth before we go for round two. Next time warn a girl before you do that.” You laugh as he grumbles climbing off of you with an evident tent in his slacks. He shuffles fake dejected into the bathroom.

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Christmas stories 🎄

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take the day off, get a massage (cause we've got this one all under control)

Written for Day 8 - Winter Solstice of 12 Days of Supercorp @supercorpbb

Read on AO3

***

9:15 am

“Golly, am I looking forward to this day.” Kara yawns and huddles closer against the curve of Lena’s back. Her breath tickles Lena’s neck, warm and comfortable. Lena hums.

“Four.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve said this,” Lena murmurs. “Not that I mind.” She can feel sleep tugging at her eyelids once more and relishes in the thought that she won’t have to fight it. That she can succumb to the weight guiltlessly.

Kara doesn’t reply. She’s probably drifted off again already and will wake in half an hour with the same sentence on her lips once more. Lena smiles a bit about the predictability of it all, before a yawn overcomes her and drags her down with it.

***

9:51 am

“Golly,” Kara says, sleep still blurring her words. “I love this, I really do. What a good idea.”

Lena makes an affirmative sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr. She hasn’t felt this relaxed in months, maybe even years. The warmth of Kara’s arm around her waist, the cold of Kara’s nose against her neck, what more can a woman ask for?

“I am starting to become a bit hungry though,” comes Kara’s voice from behind, and Lena has to suppress a chuckle as she rolls around to face her girlfriend.

“Of course you are.”

“Hey!” Kara’s eyes were still closed, but they open now, blinking slowly several times until all traces of tiredness have given way to a semi-offended glare. “It’s – “ she pauses and squints at the clock “ – more than two hours after my usual breakfast time. Of course my stomach is demanding attention.”

Lena lets out a laugh. “Demanding, huh? And that although you so dislike to be ordered around.”

Kara’s on her suddenly, pinning her down so quickly that Lena strongly suspects the involvement of superspeed.

“Damn right,” she says in a low voice, letting her gaze wander over Lena menacingly. Unfortunately, the effect is somewhat undermined by Kara’s stomach releasing a protesting grumble just then. Kara blushes, and just like that she rolls off of Lena again.

“Boss said no,” she murmurs, shrugging helplessly.

Lena grins. “Good thing we’ve got all day.”

“Golly, am I looking forward to that.”

***

11:38 am

The phone rings just when Lena is beginning to contemplate a nap. The sun still hasn’t peeked through the clouds once, and so it continues to be exactly the kind of dreary that you could wish for on a day like this. The kind of dreary that practically invites you to sleep.

But the phone is ringing, and that means Lena has to make a decision. She groans as she lifts her head from Kara’s chest to look at her.

“Reject or ignore?”

Kara shrugs. Her fingers are drawing lazy circles on Lena’s back, and she looks about as sleepy as Lena’s felt just a minutes ago.

“Maybe I’ll look who it is and choose then,” Lena decides, reaching for the vibrating device. It’s Jess, and apparently it’s not the first time she’s tried to get through to Lena. They have somehow managed to miss three calls, and if that isn’t proof of a dedicated sex life, then Lena doesn’t know. She chuckles quietly.

“It’s Jess,” she tells Kara, “for the third time.”

“What does she want?”

“I wouldn’t know.” The call stops. A small flutter of worry stirs in Lena’s stomach, even though she doesn’t want to feel it. Doesn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble Kara and she have created for themselves today.

Kara seems to sense where her thoughts are going, because she takes the phone from Lena and puts it on the nightstand again.

“No work,” she says sternly, “no outside world, and no leaving the bed unless it’s for food or bathroom breaks. Those are the rules.”

Lena bites her lip. She swallows the ‘What if’s’ that lie on the tip of her tongue. She banishes the thought of work to the remotest corner of her mind and kisses Kara on her collarbone instead.

“You’re right,” she murmurs, “they’ll get by without me for one day.”

***

2:01 pm

It turns out that Kara is much less relaxed when it’s her phone that’s ringing. Or maybe it’s the amount of calls she gets. But with every time her ringtone sounds out, she gets quieter and quieter, until at one point, she grabs her phone exasperatedly, turns it off, and tosses it into the armchair at the opposite corner of the room.

“One day!” She exclaims. “One day, the darkest day of the year, and a Sunday at that! You’d think the criminals would stay at home voluntarily, snuggle up to their girlfriend maybe, enjoy a good 32 hours in bed, and just take. One. Day. Off. It’s not that hard, or is it?”

“It’s not,” Lena concurs, finishing one braid in Kara’s long and unfairly soft hair and starting another.

“I work the year round, every day. And night, mind you. Weekends, holidays, always. And I do it gladly. I do it selflessly. I do it with a smile on my face, even. But one day off. One day. Is that really too much to ask for?”

“It’s not.” Lena pauses her braiding to put a soothing hand on Kara’s head. “You’re just doing such a good job the rest of the time, people have forgotten how to take care of themselves without you.”

Kara leans into the touch with a sigh and a grateful smile. “Is it wrong that I kind of like how much they depend on me, even though it annoys me today?”

“Of course not.” Lena lightly scratches her nails over Kara’s scalp, drinking up the contented sighs that fall form Kara’s lips. “I think everybody wants to be needed. It gives us purpose. It gives us strength.” She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Kara’s forehead before she takes up her braiding again. “It’s one of the greatest paradoxes of humankind that this strength doesn’t suffice to sustain you. That you need breaks from being useful, lest your strength depletes.”

Kara nods, momentarily upsetting the row of braids Lena has already finished.

“I love you,” she says.

Lena smiles. “I love you too.”

***

3:45 pm

“I think my butt fell asleep.”

“I call your butt and raise you two legs.” Lena groans. “How do teenagers do this?”

“Do what?” Kara asks, giggling a little at the exaggerated noises Lena is making.

“Do this.” Lena gestures at the two of them, sprawled out on the mattress. “Lie in bed all day, barely moving, except to change the video game or whatever they occupy their brains with all day.”

Kara laughs, loud and hearty. “Rao, Lena, sometimes you are so odd.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not all teenagers spend all their time in bed, dummy,” Kara says, and it’s only her fond tone that saves her from the pillow Lena almost hurdles at her. “I, for example, was a very active teenager.”

“You hardly count,” Lena retorts, sticking out her tongue when Kara narrows her eyes at her. “Because you’re always active.”

Kara wrinkles her nose, but Lena’s point holds. She huffs.

“What about you then, what did you do as a teenager?”

“I,“ Lena says dignifiedly, “didn’t experience an adolescence.”

“Lena, your adolescence was less than ten years ago.”

Lena sighs dramatically and rolls over, facing her girlfriend with a regretful stare.

“Tell that to my back pain…”

***

4:09 pm

“Isn’t it sad,” Kara muses, kneading Lena’s trapezius muscle with blissfully strong hands, “how it’s already getting dark again?”

Lena moans softly when Kara hits a particularly tense spot. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

They are silent for a while, Kara moving slowly and methodically up and down Lena’s back, Lena shimmying in and out of consciousness. No phone has rung in over two hours, nobody has disturbed them in their self-imposed solitude, no rule has been broken so far. They are doing exactly what they’ve planned for the day, and it is nothing.

“What a good day,” Lena murmurs, “What a good idea.”

Kara gives her ass a squeeze, and Lena, well on her way to another nap, almost jumps.

“The hell?” She exclaims, which immediately earns her another slap. “What?”

Kara’s voice is a melange of amusement and indignation. “You forgot the golly!”

***

6:37 pm

They start speaking at the same time.

“It’s almost Christmas,” Kara says, and Lena murmurs “How am I already tired?” and then they look at each other and laugh.

“What did you say?” Simultaneously. “You first.”

Lena recovers faster, so she pokes Kara, who’s still laughing, between the ribs.

“Tick, your turn, please speak now.” She presents Kara her fist as a mic, which only results in another burst of laughter. Then Kara’s hand closes around hers, pulling her closer.

“Hello hello, can you hear me?”

Lena giggles. She feels carefree in a way she hasn’t felt in possibly all her life. “Loud and clearly. Please repeat your question.”

“Yes hello,” Kara says, pompous in a way that is exactly like on real TV interviews. “I didn’t so much ask a question as rather observing a fact. That fact being of course the upcoming holiday, namely Christmas.”

At this point they have to drop the act, because Lena is laughing so hard that the mic is shaking and “the connection seems to be bad, hello hello?” And Kara grins at Lena like she did when Lena first fell in love with her, wide and open and with her heart in her hands, ready to give it to anyone she thought worth fighting for. Even a Luthor. Even Lena.

“I’m looking forward to Christmas,” Lena says, but what she means is that she’s never liked the holidays much, until Kara came around and made them worthwhile.

And somehow Kara understands.

“Yes,” she says, “me too.”

***

8:52 pm

“There’ll be much work to catch up on tomorrow,” Lena sighs, playing with the thought of looking at her phone and deciding against it. “But that are tomorrow’s problems.”

Kara hums. She’s floating half an inch above the bed because she finds the mattress is too warm after bearing her body all day.

“I’m still looking forward to that somehow.”

Lena chuckles. “Yes, me too. Isn’t that weird? I thoroughly enjoyed today, but I couldn’t do it again tomorrow.”

“It’s about the – “ Kara forms the chef’s kiss gesture minus the kiss “ – purpose.” She turns on her side to look at Lena. “Or so a wise woman once told me.”

“Sounds very wise indeed. Did she also say something about the reason why I’m tired even though we did nothing all day?”

“Nope.” Kara pops the p, then lets herself fall back on the bed. “But here’s my theory: inaction is like negative action. And at the end of the day, it’s the absolute value that counts, minus or plus doesn’t matter. So if you’ve balanced action and inaction, you won’t be that tired, because they cancel each other. But if you have an overload of either action or inaction…”

“… you’ll feel about as exhausted as I do right now,” Lena finishes, her eyes already closed. “Seems reasonable. It’s compatible with my strength theory, I like that.” She yawns, and feels blindly for Kara’s hand. “Either way, all in favour of an early night, raise your hand.” She lifts their entwined hands off the mattress. “Whooo.”

Kara breathes out a laugh. “Also, if we go to bed now, then tomorrow will come faster.”

“Scientifically incorrect,” Lena murmurs, “but golly.”

“What?”

Lena snuggles into Kara’s embrace until all she can smell is Kara, and all she can feel is also Kara. She yawns again.

“Golly am I looking forward to tomorrow.”

[yespolkadotkitty]

A little Clark Kent/reader fic for the outstandingly lovely @raspberrydreamclouds​

You see him most mornings. He’s usually ahead of you in the queue, so you can admire the way his hair curls at the base of his neck, thick and dark. He usually wears a suit jacket over a pale pastel button-down and smart jeans. If his suit jacket is shorter than usual, you can see the way his ass fills out the Levis.

But today, you’re ahead of him. You only see him because you turn at someone’s overly loud laugh, curious, and you catch his gaze, blue eyes crinkled with amusement, and one eyebrow quirked.

Then it’s about to be your turn, and your phone rings loud in your pocket.

You gesture to the hot stranger. “Hey - I’ve got to take this. You go.”

“It’s cool - I’ll add yours. Caramel macchiato, right?”

You grin in surprise. “Yes. No sugar-”

“Because you’re sweet enough. And they say men don’t listen.” He shakes his head in mock dismay, then draws his lower lip between his teeth in a move that is too cute.

You move away and take your call. It’s for a gallery uptown that want to host some of your art at a showing next week. You have a really positive discussion with the owner and when you drop your phone back in your bag, Cute Coffee Guy Who Listens is waiting, two go-cups in his hands.

No rings, you notice.

“Here.”

“Thanks so much.” You take the macchiato from him, the syrup scent of caramel drifts up towards your face and you inhale greedily. “Would the world continue turning without caffeine?”

Coffee Guy shrugs in an exaggerated manner. “Let’s hope we never, ever have to find out.”

You both sip in silence.

“So..I’m-” You offer your name.

“I’m Clark,” he replies. “Work at the Daily Planet.”

“Ah, the only half decent paper in town.”

He laughs out loud. The black glasses he wears really suit his face, make his blue eyes a deeper aqua, somehow. You could dive into them and never need to come up for air. “Sometimes it’s half decent. And what about you, how do you feed your caffeine habit?”

“I’m an artist - well, half the time. The other half, I run a website for other, more popular artists.”

Clark raises a brow, seeming genuinely interested. “Can I see some of your work?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I-” He shoots his cuff, checks his digital watch. “I gotta get to work. Maybe.. See you tomorrow? I really do want to see your work.”

He holds the coffee shop door open for you. The day outside is overcast, but it’s sunny in your heart.

***

The next morning, you arrive at the coffee shop twenty minutes early. Clark’s sitting in a booth by the window and he waves you over. Curious, you cross to him and he makes a “ta-dah” gesture, to reveal your macchiato and a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting in a little to-go box.

“What-”

“I’ve noticed you order it a time or too. Oh God, I’m not stalking you!” he adds, and the blush on his face is so adorable that your heart flips.

“I’m just amazed at how well you listen. You know. Being a man and all.”

“Funny,” he groans.

You slide into the seat opposite him, the leather soft and cool. “Thank you. Really.” You place a tote bag on the formica tabletop. “I brought some art.”

Clark leans forward slightly as you slip out three a4 pieces inside clear wallets. They’re collage pieces you’ve created from multimedia. One reminds you of starlight on a winter evening, the second you created after the death of a loved one - it’s all layered words, the texture of dead leaves, and eyes that look but don’t see - and the third you made last night. Soft touches, fabrics, cuddles, stardust and hope.

“Wow,” Clark says after a long moment. “Thank you. For sharing.” He strokes his finger over the dark piece. “I feel like you leave pieces of yourself in these.”

You blink. “I ...do.” He sees you, somehow, this stranger who listens to your coffee and cake orders. “Thank you. For noticing.”

Clark smiles, and when you meet his gaze, you fancy that you see your future in those baby blue eyes. “Same time again tomorrow?”

----- I hope you like this boo! I wrote a different fic first but it was poop.

Tagging the cavillry: @henrythickcavill​ @scorpionchild81​ @littlefreya​ @ly-canthropewrites​ @mrsaugustwalker​ @iloveyouyen​ @geralt-of-baevia​ @princess-of-riviaa​ @constip8merm8​ @cavillhavoc​ @thethirstyarchive​ @summersong69​ @luna-aestas​ @chamomilebottom​ @ohjules​ @dancingwendigo​ @build-a-bucky​ @mary-ann84​ @promptandpros​ @gamingaquarius​ @onlyhenrys​ @onlyhenrys​

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Cynder's Spyro Picnic

AO3 Link: Cynder's Spyro Picnic Furaffinity: Cynder's Spyro Picnic Fandom: Spyro the Dragon (Video Games), Legend of Spyro Rating: Explicit Relationships: Cynder/Spyro the Dragon Characters: Spyro the Dragon, Cynder (Spyro) Summary: Cynder and Spyro planned a picnic. Spyro ends up being the food.

cw: NSFW (or nsft for filters), vore, dubcon, femdom. If you are a minor, or any of these are upsetting to you, DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Once again, MINORS DNI

Spyro woke up to the feeling of a comforting presence moving away from him, then the unmistakable sound of his girlfriend getting up. Though hesitant to wake up, himself, the purple dragon cracked open his eyes to get a look at Cynder’s stunning, sleek form. The dragoness grunted as she stretched like a cat, arching her back as though to show off her flexibility and curves. Her wings, too, extended as far as they could, then flapped a couple of times, blowing some air in Spyro’s face. He smiled, and as a yawn from Cynder set off one of his own, he pictured the view from behind the dark dragon.

And then, in spite of the rest of his body, one part in particular stood tall, ready for action. Cynder turned to look at him, smiling. “Well?” she asked, “you ready to join the waking world with me?”

Spyro grunted. “Can’t the serial savior of the Dragonlands sleep in on occasion? The temple won’t get much dirtier with just another hour...”

“He could,” Cynder conceded, “orrrr, he could remember that he has no chores today, leaving him and his mate ample time to have that picnic they planned.”

“No chores? That’s great!” the purple dragon said, grinning, “that means even more time to sleep! See you in a couple hours, Cyn!” With that, he closed his eyes and laid his head down, then made exaggerated snoring noises that almost covered up the sound of Cynder’s claws clicking against the floor with her approach.

Suddenly, a quick, sharp pain in his tail sent a jolt through his system. Spyro immediately shot to his feet, nearly tripping over himself and his wings in his panic. He swung his head around to look at his tail, where he spotted a smug-looking Cynder holding the tip in her mouth. “Looks like Malefor’s influence hasn’t entirely left, after all these years,” he said, tugging his tail free.

His mate dropped the tail and stepped up against him, ducking under his orange wing. Her body was always a bit cooler than his, which he attributed to his firebreath and her lack of it. Subconsciously, Spyro extended his wing over her, hugging her black scales against his purple. “Then maybe some cute, purple dragon should show me what’s so nice about being on the side of good!” She winked and slipped from his light grip, using the shadow of his own wing to keep it open. A deft swish of her tail hooked their empty picnic basket.

And then started their game. Cynder was easily first to the door, and flicked her tail to the side, wiggling her hips to give Spyro a tantalizing view of the pink slit hidden below. Spyro rose to the challenge, and as he stepped through the door, he affectionately nipped at her horns. A light jolt of electric breath sent a shock down her spine. Cynder gasped and let out a small “eep!” as she stiffened; that was just the reaction the purple dragon needed to know he’d struck home. He dashed through the door before she could get her revenge that easily, and a glance behind him showed his mate hot on his tail. Nonetheless, Spyro was first to the next door. With a smug smirk, he spun around and sat while he tugged the door open, hind legs splayed slightly to show off his member like she’d teased him. Cynder slowed to a trot as she approached, then gave him a quick peck on the muzzle. Wind magic flowed from her jaws, swirling around the male dragon and sending pleasant tingles all over... just enough to make him miss her taking off to the next set of doors.

Back and forth, the dragons raced through the halls, stopping only to flirt with each other; the other occupants, Spyro reasoned, must have either been away or knew to avoid the duo while they were in this mood. Eventually, Cynder burst onto a grassy area, with Spyro soon barreling after her. And although the black dragoness soon slowed, her mate was not so lucky. Spyro shouted a warning, and Cynder turned just in time for him to plow into her side, sending them tumbling through the field.

“Ugh…” Spyro groaned, shaking his head, “did someone get the number of that train?”

“You WERE the train,” Cynder replied, her voice muffled from her position partially under his body.

With some effort, Spyro got up and shook himself, then offered a paw to help Cynder up. “Because I’m an unstoppable powerhouse, right?”

For his help, Cynder gave him a quick lick on his snout. “Oh, I dunno, I think I can freeze you in your tracks easily enough,” she teased, twining her tail around his. Spyro felt himself blush hot as his mate sidled up next to him, her flank against his and her tail twisting further around his. To make matters worse, the dragoness draped her wing over his back and purred low in his ear, “my, it seems I forgot to put food in the basket. It’s just us here, all alone, with no food.”

Spyro wasn’t about to be outdone, however. He nuzzled her neck and gently lapped under her chin and cooed back, “we’re clever dragons. I’m sure we’ll find something to do to occupy ourselves.” With their tails still entwined, he raised his and took hers with it. By the sound of Cynder’s breath coming slower and heavier, and the familiar scent of her arousal reaching his nostrils, Spyro’s play had worked.

“A-and what do you suggest we do, my love?” Cynder tucked her chin down, pinning Spyro’s head between it and her neck; surrounded by her scales, the male dragon smiled and sighed.

“Good question.” He unwound his tail from hers, strutted ahead of her, and laid down on his side. With a confident smile, he shifted his hind legs to show off the pink shaft poking out from his scales. “Maybe take a look around and see if anything catches your interest?”

Cynder’s dark scales tinted ever so slightly red, and her tail whipped behind her. Spyro’s smile became a grin when he saw it stay slightly raised as she approached him. The dragoness set one paw against his chest... and then shoved him. The world spun as Spyro rolled once and landed flat on his back under the shade of a nearby tree. Cynder stalked closer, licking her muzzle; when he tried to get back up, her forepaw was there again to hold him down. A slight weight crept up on his legs and wings, with a gentle coolness to identify it as Cynder’s shadow magic. From experience, Spyro knew he could only break free with his own powers, but he also knew he wouldn’t want to.

“Ah… I love this view,” Cynder said, grinning down at him. Spyro’s heart raced in his chest, the purple dragon unable to stop a hot blush and a broad smile from creeping onto his face. “The purple dragon of prophecy, pinned under me. Forelegs bound nice and snug-” she gently batted at his paws; Spyro tried to take her paw in his, but all he could do was strain against the shadows. “...and, more importantly,” the dragoness continued, turning around, “his hindlegs open. Everything on view, to browse at MY leisure.” The male dragon shuddered as she spoke, eager for her to “browse.”

Still, Spyro managed to push his libido aside to crack a grin. “So this is the plan of the dark Cynder! You won’t get away with this; even if it looks like I’m pinned down, my friends will hear me call for them!” He licked his broad muzzle, and when Cynder ducked her head down to look at him, they shared the same, sly smile.

The black dragoness didn’t respond for a few seconds, and Spyro followed her gaze to stare at her shapely, scaly rear. Her thighs and tail swayed back and forth above his head, dark scales framing the ruby ones between them, themselves drawing his gaze to the wet sliver of pink flesh visible in a slit in her scales. A drop of Cynder’s arousal fell onto his muzzle, and with an idle flick of his tongue, he lapped it up. Too small to taste, but he knew that wouldn’t be a problem for long.

“And how will you call for them, Spyro, when you cannot speak?” This was all the warning he got from his mate before that alluring sight drew swiftly closer, filling his vision with her ruby-red belly scales, and he felt her scales against his lips. The soft, smooth sensation soon gave way to a squishy heat as Cynder shifted her weight and ground her pussy against him while her tail slid against his - recently dulled - horns. Spyro once more poked his tongue out, only this time, it was not a drop of her juices, but enough to coat his tongue and more. It was a familiar, mildly sour taste, at once both sticky and slimy in his mouth, and one which he had grown to love for what it meant.

As his tongue probed deeper, filling his ears with wet smacks and squishes, Cynder added a new sound to the mix, a shaking exhale, audible even though her tail and thighs surrounded Spyro’s head. And when he tilted his head down to get at her clit, swiftly finding the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue, his mate’s very un-villainous squeak was music to his ears. He swirled around a few times while Cynder kept grinding on his nose, then went back to probing the depths of her pussy, while her warm, slimy juices trickled down his muzzle.

As Spyro continued to explore Cynder’s soft snatch with his probing tongue, he became vaguely aware of her pressing against his belly-scales. A moment later, he was suddenly made MUCH more aware of his mate when a soft, wet sensation wrapped around his hard shaft. The dragoness suckled on his draconic pride, making him moan into her slit; out of habit, Spyro tried to reach up and grab her ass to get even deeper into her. Naturally, however, her shadows held him fast, reducing his efforts to a mere wiggle.

With an audible, wet pop, the heat around his cock vanished, followed by a playful giggle from his mate, one which only grew when the needy male tried to buck his hips up to meet her, only to once again find his body bound by shadowy restraints. “Oh? You want more?” Cynder purred. Spyro grunted in affirmation and nodded his head, rubbing his snout against her drooling slit.

To either side of his head, Spyro saw her powerful, black thighs shift positions, just before the dragoness dropped her hips down hard on his face. He closed his eyes as that soft, hot embrace slid against - no, around - his snout. The heat of her netherlips stopped just before his eyes before retreating. Rather than pulling off of his muzzle, Cynder instead grinded her drooling snatch against him; Spyro could hear her moan even over the wet "slck... slck..." of her inner walls clenching around his snout.

Breathing through the corners of his mouth, Spyro got back to work, exploring his mate’s insides and twisting his head back and forth. Cynder gasped, and this time, she muffled her moan with Spyro’s cock, turning into a low, guttural groan. Her own tongue, warm and slick and oh-so-talented, swirled around the male dragon’s member. With his vision surrounded by scales of ruby and obsidian, his snout held in place by the tight grip of Cynder’s netherlips to dominate his smell and taste, and his ears filled with the repeated squishes of her well-lubricated pussy walls and her needy, desirous moans, Spyro could barely take the sensation of his lover’s maw and tongue wrapped possessively, hungrily, around his rock-hard member. Each time he felt himself tense for his orgasm, however, Cynder drew away, leaving him straining helplessly against her shadows, and his cock twitching, close but not quite to his limit.

After what felt like an eternity of carefully-controlled bliss, the weight against his face increased as Cynder sat back with a cry of ecstasy; Spyro leaned into her, shutting his eyes once again and feeling her soaking-wet pussy walls slip over his face. Her hot, soft snatch took the base of his horns before everything went tight. His lover clenched around him as though she would never let go, forever claiming him for her perpetual pleasure toy. A brief moment - a split second - was all the relief he got before the quick, repeated spasms of Cynder’s orgasm tugged, squeezed, and kneaded at his snout, and although he would’ve loved nothing more than to taste her at that moment, trying would have had him bite his tongue off when the dragoness forced his muzzle tightly shut.

Finally, the weight around his head and snout vanished, and Cynder’s heavy breaths became the loudest sound around him. Still covered in her juices, Spyro didn’t dare try to open his eyes, but could hear her footsteps in the grass nearby... and just like that, he remembered where the two of them were. Well hopefully, he thought, nobody else in the dragon temple had seen them. He tested his limbs again, hoping to wipe her arousal from his face and “repay” her for the intense facefucking; to no avail, however, the cool and light-but-strong grasp of solid shadows still held him fast.

“Oh! I made an absolute mess. Here, let me help with that...” Something soft, warm, and wet pressed against his face - doubtless Cynder’s tongue - but only managed to replace her pussy juices with her saliva. “How’s that, Spyro?”

Unable to tell if she was asking seriously, Spyro decided to answer seriously. “Probably better, but it’s hard to wipe off my eyes with my paws bound.” A moment later, he felt warmth creep into his scales. Or, rather, the slight chill of Cynder’s shadows left him. Immediately, Spyro wiped his eyes clear and blinked them open to stare up at the gorgeous visage of the most lovely dragoness he knew. He grinned at her. “Some picnic, huh? You got a nice mouthful of cock, and I ate my fill of pussy.”

Cynder dipped her muzzle, and the warm touch of her tongue glided up the side of his muzzle a couple of times. “Mm-hm. We should have these picnics more often. I rather like the available meat!” Then, she changed sides, her forked tongue lapping gently at his scaly lips.

Spyro laughed. “Oh, by all means, feel free to have as much of the available meat as you want! Especially with a tongue like that.”

“Believe me, Spyro, I thoroughly intend to.”

Cynder licked just under his chin, then a bit lower, and lower still, working her way, tiny lick by tiny lick, down his lower jaw and neck. Spyro’s heart beat faster in anticipation of the dragoness reaching her destination between his legs, still standing proud and waiting for the much-needed attention. So he raised his head, brow furrowed, when she suddenly stopped mid-chest. However, when she started going back up, inching her way back to the tip of his snout, he set his head back, groaned, and smiled, his paw covering his face.

“Oh, you tease. One of these days, you’re gonna skip this charade and just blow or fuck me, and I’m gonna be too surprised to cum.”

The dragoness’s tongue glided achingly slowly up the underside of his neck and chin, warm drool quickly cooling in the air as she left it. Spyro felt her paw against his chest, where he knew she could feel his heart race from her affections. “Well, you’re in luck, my love,” Cynder said in a low, husky voice, “because I really, REALLY want you inside me. Right now.”

As he stared down his muzzle at her, she playfully nipped at his snout and gently held it closed between her jaws. Spyro’s smile at the cute display soon faded and fell as she continued to watch him with an increasingly smug look on her face.

“Oh no,” was all the purple dragon could make out before Cynder opened her jaws again, wider this time, and treated Spyro to a clear view of the pink inside of her maw, before her head darted forward and swallowed his snout in one go.

He groped blindly at her head and neck, but her paws swept his forelegs back along his body, and another swallow introduced his whole head to the grip of her throat. It wasn’t as tight as her pussy was when she came, but almost as hot, and the pressure didn’t let up. A number of firm points pressed into his neck scales; Spyro’s hide was tough enough to resist her teeth unless she really wanted to hurt him, and, as she tugged his head up and forward to bring him into a sitting position, it was clear that she didn’t.

Nonetheless, the dragon struggled. Twisting left and right to free his forelegs, unfurling his wings, anything to brace against her hot, gentle jaws and stop - heck, even slow - her feast. To his relief, she released his limbs, but before Spyro could push her head back and away, the dragoness wrapped him in a tight hug. Chest to chest, the purple dragon felt her heartbeat and breath against his own, and her warm breath ran down his neck and back, punctuated by a soft, tender grunt. The intimate display relaxed Spyro slightly, just enough for Cynder to stretch her jaws wider still and fit them over his wing-wrists and chest. Inside her snug throat, Spyro’s own neck was similarly made to bend along with it; as the dragoness’s drooling jaws slid down over a purple-and-gold torso, Spyro’s muzzle dipped past her collar, the magical metal expanding to let her prey in.

“Nnf, Cynder, please, I was gonna hang out with Sparx and stuff!” Spyro protested. The constant squeezing made it difficult to open his mouth, let alone speak, but Spyro managed. His mate-turned-predator once again freed him from her scaly grip, but that was little comfort, with his scaly chest now only a large bulge in her usually-slender neck. Again, he tried to move his trapped limbs, but all he got for his troubles was another swallow. His snout squeezed through a tight ring of muscle and into a more open, and somehow hotter, chamber.

Just then, a familiar soft, wet feeling slithered down his underbelly, ahead of Cynder’s jaws. As his head slipped fully into her gut, his other “head” sent spikes of pleasure up his spine when the black dragoness’s tongue curled around his tip. Spyro let his legs and tail go limp as she tenderly swirled the warm, wet muscle around his shaft, and Cynder eagerly took the opportunity to lift him up and tip her head and body back, sticking Spyro’s scaly purple ass towards the sky.

Her tongue ran up and down his needy cock even as the hard length slid into her jaws proper, carefully protected from her teeth. Distracted by this strange variation on a blowjob, Spyro hardly noticed as, bit by bit, he slid deeper, his cock slipping from her tongue to her throat while he helpfully curled his neck and body around to conform to the shape of her gut. Each swallow squeezed his cock between his drool-slicked, scaly underbelly, and Cynder’s soft, wet, squishy throat. Some part of his mind registered the heat of her insides creeping over his legs and tail, or the sensation of her tongue wrapping leisurely around the yellow, cone-shaped tip of the last appendage before it, with the rest of his tail, was finally slurped inside, but Spyro was far more focused on trying to thrust against the throat above his curled-up form.

Finally, his pink tip slipped into Cynder’s stomach, granted a reprieve from the constant stimulation. Spyro pants, catching his breath as his hindlegs and tail tumble in with the rest of him. It’s a tight fit, but Cynder seemed to have no difficulty taking all of him. With some careful wiggling and creative limb placements, the male dragon manages to right himself as well as he can while curled tightly into a ball of scales. “Alright, very nice,” he grumbled, “now let me out. I had plans for later today!”

Her stomach squeezed a bit more firmly against his body. As the pressure moved around, Spyro realized Cynder was rubbing her swollen belly. “Mm, once I’m ready. You feel good in there. But... I’ll give you some kind of release, if you know what I mean.”

“Cynder, c’mon! I know we took awhile here, I’m sure Sparx is gonna be waiting for me!” Cynder’s paws rove over more parts of her gut, and after a few seconds, Spyro splays his hind legs apart as best he can, giving in. “...lower and to the right.”

Aided by her paws, Spyro found her hot, slimy stomach walls pressing against his dick, shifting slightly as she tried to stroke him off through her gut. He braced himself against her stomach, awkwardly squirming against their soft embrace. The two dragons soon worked themselves into a rhythm, Spyro panting in the already hot, humid air in Cynder’s gut as he grinded his twitching, sensitive cock against her insides, and Cynder kneading between his legs, through the layers of muscle, scale, and fat. Deep in her body’s embrace, surrounded by slimy flesh grinding back against him, tension built in Spyro’s body, driving him closer and closer to climax.

With a lustful groan, Spyro gave himself over to pleasure, thick, white cum spurting from his cock, only to immediately land on Cynder’s stomach walls, rubbing against the purple dragon’s scales - not that he could tell, with the dragoness’s heat and slick stomach juices all around him. Spyro breathed hard, recovering from the release, and affectionately rubbed his partner’s belly from within. “Thanks, Cyn...” A few seconds later, he pushed out again, firmer, and reiterated, “but seriously, I was gonna spend time with Sparx today. How long are you keeping me?”

“Oh, I’ll let you out for dinner. And if you really want to spend time with your dragonfly friend, I can always go get him for you.”

Spyro was silent for a few seconds as her words sunk in, then he groaned. “Please don’t. I like your stomach better as the sole occupant.” Cynder’s gut shook with laughter, before starting to slowly sway back and forth as she walked away to spend some alone time with her tasty partner.

[myherowritings]

hi i love your writing! If you have time could you please do hcs for bakugou and todoroki or whoever really + their reaction to their s/o touching their butt? sorry if it’s weird i just thought it would be cute!

a/n: butts are one of the first things i notice in a guy lolol so i loved this request lots n.n it’s not weird at all no worries! i hope y’all enjoy this because i sure did ;)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

— Bakugou has a booty sculpted by the gods. So really, it’s only natural for you to want to touch it.

— The two of you are lying down on your bed as you watch a movie on your laptop and to get comfortable, Katsuki lies on his stomach facing the foot of the bed while you lean against the headboard.

— Instead of focusing on the movie at hand, however, you find that your gaze keeps wandering down to your boyfriend’s backside.

— His thighs are thick and muscular from all the effort he puts in during training and in the gym, and his ass is somehow even more beautiful. You just can’t stop yourself from giving it a light smack.

— “Oi! What the fuck?” he asks, glancing back at you with furrowed eyebrows.

— You give him an innocent look, trying to fight the flustered expression off your face as you blink up at him. “My hand slipped?”

— He definitely does not believe you, but shrugs it off and continues to watch the movie.

— You’re able to keep your control for a solid ten minutes before you give the rounded bottom a little squeeze, a giggle escaping your lips when Bakugou jumps from shock. 

— “Hey--!” He glares at you. “Did your hand slip again?” 

— “Maybe?” 

— “Baka…” He rolls his eyes as he moves to a sitting position closer to you, a look of mild amusement on his face. “I know you’re jealous of my ass, but you don’t have to be so obvious about it.”

— You gape at him, feeling your own butt somewhat self-consciously. “I’m not jealous! I think my butt is cute! Yours is just too perfect to be real.”

— With the movie playing in the background, you continue teasing each other about your butts before your favorite scene comes on and you quickly shush him.

—You shift to lay down on your stomach with your legs outstretched, placing your head in your hands as you stare at your laptop screen.

— Watching you, Katsuki smirks as he lands a gentle yet sharp slap on your backside.

— “Wha--?” you start, but when Bakugou begins to rub it soothingly, you find yourself at a loss for words.

— “Don’t worry. Your ass is perfect too.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

— Todoroki doesn’t have the biggest booty, but it is nicely toned and just the right amount of perky. 

— You could spend hours on end just admiring it. (Though you would much rather touch.)

— Of course, you refrain from doing so no matter how hard the temptation may be. 

— But one day, he decides to wear black skinny jeans so fitted it should be a sin. You can’t help but admire how the fabric clings to the muscles of his lean thighs, accentuating the subtle yet round curve of his butt. It takes all your willpower not to reach out and touch… 

— “Do I have something on my back?” he asks, quirking his head to the side when he notices how intensely you’ve been staring at him.

— You jolt, his sudden words breaking your train of thought as you draw you hand back at a velocity so fast, Iida would be jealous. “What? No! I wasn’t doing anything!”

— Todoroki blinks. “Okay… Sure.” 

— Your response made no sense to the question he just asked, but he decides not to comment on it. 

— The whole time you two are hanging out, he has the strange inkling that someone is staring at his ass. (It’s you. You’re the one staring at his ass.) And at first, he tries to shrug it off, but while you two are waiting in line for some ice cream, Shouto turns around and catches you looking at his butt so obviously, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t see even if he wanted to.

— You’re so focused on staring you don’t even notice the small smile and gentle blush dusting Todoroki’s cheeks until a sudden noise of laughter escapes him.

— Your eyes shoot up to his at the sound. 

— His eyes are light with amusement when he says, “You can take a picture so you don’t stare holes into my back pockets.”

— “I don’t want to take a picture!” you insist, lightly swatting at his chest as heat floods your face at the prospect of being caught. “Those jeans just aren’t playing fair. Your butt just looks so nice and squeezable. I…”

— “Do you want to touch it?”

— You almost choke on air at his question. Shouto’s tone is innocent enough, but the glint in his eyes reveals the teasing intent of his words.

— “I…”

— “Go ahead,” he urges, trying to stop his grin from spreading.

— Of course, you’d be foolish to pass up on this offer. So with a flaming face and wide eyes, you reach out to cup your boyfriend’s ass and give it a gentle squeeze. It’s somehow even better than you imagined.

— At the feel of his sculpted butt in your palm, you let out an exaggerated sigh, smiling dazedly as you look up at him. “My life is complete.”

— With a laugh, Shouto pulls you closer to him in the line, giving your ass a gentle slap before placing his hand in your back pocket. “So is mine.”

[loveshxt12]

Could you do a nsfw one shot. It’s bakugo and his newly wed wife. First day off they shared since getting married. Reader feels ignored and attention seeking and her lively husband shows her all the ways he pays attention to her. 🤤 Btw I ❤️❤️❤️ your writing!!

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Warnings: smut (oral sex [female receiving], fingering, dirty talk), cursing.

Words: 1.1k

A/N: this is my longest writing so far and that makes me more insecure about my english lmao. anyway, thank u so much adfkjah, i hope you like it and enjoy!

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You didn't hate your job at all, I mean, being able to save other people's lives is the best thing you've ever felt, but when it comes to time... It's hard not to get tired of the routine. Your husband Bakugou, is a pro-hero as well. That means that neither him nor you had a fixed schedule.

Most days consist of eating breakfast, going to work, and coming back home at midnight to sleep. Sometimes you have an opportunity to return earlier from work, however your husband is still on patrol or vice versa.

Today, after two months of getting married, you both had your first day off.

You imagined that being married it meant spending more time together, living in the same house, and trying to have more intimacy both mentally and physically. But you weren't totally happy because you both barely kissed, it's like you didn't felt like his wife yet, if that makes sense.

You were needy.

Lay on bed and watch a movie was something a normal person would do on his day off and well; you weren't the exception. However, your attention went to the boy next to you, who was watching tv with a bored expression.The need filled you, so you buried your head on the crook of his neck, with your arms wrapped around his waist. Bakugou posed his forearm behind your neck, hugging you, and lay his cheek on your hair.

“I’ve missed spending time with you” you spoke against his neck, he hummed. You started to draw circles on his collarbone, ascending your movements to his jaw and finally your finger landed on his lips, but the guy didn't flinch, you sighed and pouted. After trying to distract him twice, he ended up tightening his grip or just gently stroked you. “Now that we can be together, you're not paying attention to me” you spoke.

Bakugou looked at you, frowning “You're literally on my chest and I’m hugging you, what makes you think otherwise, huh?”

You pressed your forehead against his neck, embarrassed because you were never the one who asked him to have sex, and now you didn't know how to say it. “I mean the other kind of attention, you know?” you muttered a little embarrassed.

The blond guy smirked. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he said mocking you.

You hushed him while hitting his chest gently at this coarseness, “Stop, it's not my fault, I don't even remember the last time we had sex” you exaggerated. “Plus, we didn't have honeymoon”.

“Fair enough”

You looked up when you felt his fingers running through your hair. His lips collided with yours, his hands cupping your jaw. You didn't have time to process his actions. He bit your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth eager to receive his tongue. You started to feel the heat growing up on your body. you separate your lips and straddle his waist. "I just want some attention"

“I’ll give you all you deserve” he said under his breath, making you smile. Your lips dipped into a deeper kiss, his fingers traversed the back of your thighs, his soft touch making you shiver, he stopped his movements when his hands reached your butt. You moaned when you felt a squeeze.

He held your hips, and moved it forward and backward. A bulge started to press against your core. He helped you to remove your shirt and bra, his hands moved to your breast, you separated once more to remove his tank top. You felt his grip on your waist and then his body pushed you backward, your back lay on the bed and the blonde guy on top. His kisses were descending, passing over your neck, collarbones, chest, tummy and finally, he arrived to your low belly.

You wanted him so much. And you knew he wanted you as well due to the look he gave you.

A giggle fell from your mouth when you saw the despair at the way Bakugou teared off your pants and undies. “It seems like I’m not the only needy person here” you teased.

“Shut up”

A sudden moan filled your husband's ears when his tongue stroked your clit, he kept a constant pace, moving his tongue up and down through your core, teasing your hole. Each arm around your thighs and his lustful gaze on you.

He used his fingers to stimulate your pussy while his tongue was swirling slowly around and sucking your button. A shaky cry left your throat when his fingertips rubbed your g-spot, your thighs tensed at the feeling, you tried your hardest not to close your legs.

Your eyes open as you feel the stimulation fading “N-no... what are you- oH” you gasped.

“So fucking tight” he groans when his cock filled you completely. It's been a while since you had sex and it feels amazing. “Are you still on the pill?” he asked with eyes closed.

“Yeah” you felt like you almost couldn’t take him. he just gave you seconds to get used to his size before he starts pounding into you, the feeling was overwhelming. You fit him like a glove.

Bakugou loved the view he had, he could see his cock disappear between your folds, your bouncing boobs and your blushed face. Damn, he didn't know how much he missed having sex 'till now.

“Faster... please” you said and he gladly increased his pace, the sound of his skin slamming yours was louder than the movie. The blond guy was cursing under his breath, drunk with desire.

“You like that, huh?” he groaned and you could only nod. You instantly felt a slap in the lower area of your ass. “I didn’t hear you”

“Yes, I do” you arched your back and closed your legs together due to the sensation.

Bakugou pulled out his dick and turned you effortlessly, your hands helped you to keep your balance. His manhood filling you again without any warning, gasp and shaky moans leaving your mouth, this position fully exposed your sweet spot to his cock. His hands were on your hips, controlling its pace.

Finally, you felt a tingling sensation on your low belly, your walls squeezed. Bakugou noticed that your release was near so his thrusts became slower but deeper and sharp, hitting merciless your g-spot. “I’m c-close…” you gasped

“Come on, babe. Cum all over my fucking cock like the good girl you are” his fingers rubbed your clit.

You reached your orgasm with a shaky gasp and you felt him cumming inside you with a groan.

Your arms gave up holding your weight and you pressed your forehead against the sheet, "That was fucking hot" he mumbled. You giggle breathlessly and then he pulled away his manhood, making you feel empty.

Lazily you both lay again, in the same position you were at the beginning, let's see how long will take this time to get out of bed.

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please feel free to let me know if there's any misspelling.

[blarrghe]

11. For any OC, write what their bio would be on a dating website. (If they wouldn’t be interested, write how they’d describe themself to a job interviewer.) I mean this sounds like a fun one for Taren =)

Make me start a new modern au, why don't you? Thanks for the ask, my brain just went WRITING PROMPT?!? and now here we are. Modern tattoo shop au oneshot where Taren's friends convince him to make a profile (read: make it for him while he protests) on a casual dating app, he wants no part of this until he matches with a certain someone... More of this is on AO3 now, it’s gonna be short and stupid and sexy ;) --

"No," Taren shook his head, resolute.

"Oh come on, it's true," Sera whined in protest, her fast fingers continuing to tap away at his phone screen, making no moves to amend any of her latest additions to the profile she'd been embellishing with exaggerated details of his skills and hobbies.

"You are not putting 'exceptionally skilled with hands’ under talents." Taren crossed his arms, and leaned back against the long, bent-back seat at his station while the other elf pouted across from him, sitting cross-legged on her own, her short blond hair pulled up into a high ponytail that bobbed with her excited bounces.

"It is true, boss." Bull cut in helpfully. He took a few steps over from his own section of the studio, his great, horned head peering down at the screen over Sera's shoulder.

"Can't you just put what it says on the website?"

"Your business profile?" Sera scoffed, "'Tattoo artist specializing in fine linework' doesn't really have the same ring, T."

"You're trying to get laid, not get new clients." Bull agreed, and then both of them were nodding at him eagerly.

"I'm not trying to get anything." Taren pointed out, crossing his arms.

"Oh that's right, your two best friends are trying to get you laid, you're just making it stupidly difficult." Sera noted without looking up from his phone, "how about this one?"

She turned the screen to him, displaying a candid shot of him looking particularly focused, tattoo gun in hand, as he bent over an out-of-frame limb, only a bit of anonymous client elbow showing. He remembered the tattoo: the elbow was one of Sera's, and he'd needed to focus for the long line of an arrow down her bicep which connected with an ornate bow design over her shoulder. It was a good shot, he supposed. His hair was tied back and you could see all of his own tattoos as they travelled down his high cheeks and wound around his neck. It had been summer when the photo was taken, and his arms looked tan and a bit more muscled than they were now, tensing as they clutched the heavy device, more tattoos on display up his right bicep.

"Shouldn't I be...smiling?" he asked, crinkling a brow at the photo. He looked sort of stern in it, which didn’t exactly seem representative. 

“No,” said Bull, “you want something that says mystery. Cool, aloof.” The tall Qunari took the phone from Sera and began scrolling through Taren’s camera roll, occasionally stopping to nod sagely as Sera pointed out photos to add to the profile page.

“I am neither cool nor aloof, and you know it.” Taren said with a huff. 

“We know it, dudes don’t.” Sera shrugged, “this one,” she turned the phone again, and in this picture at least he had half a smile. He was also shirtless, the shot having been taken on a camping trip some autumn when the afternoons were still hot, and someone had snapped the photo of him when he’d been happy and relaxed by the lake under a setting sun. Hair down, neck arched back, a few fewer tattoos across his ribs than there were now, and he’d been skinnier, too. He also knew exactly who had taken the photo: the very reason his two best friends were insisting on building this profile in the first place. 

“No.” he said. 

“Oh come on, you look great there.” Bull protested, “If that crossed my screen I’d red-heart it.” “I don’t know what that means.” 

“It means I’d try to meet up and fuck,” Bull smirked, “no questions asked.” he winked. 

“That picture’s two years old,” Taren blushed despite himself, “and I keep telling you, I’m not trying to get —”

“Yeah, yeah, love is dead and the internet killed it.” Sera interrupted. “Alright, ‘Taren Lavellan, 29,”

“I’m 30,” 

“Age: 29, height: five-foot-eight,” 

“Seven. Five seven,” 

“Hair: red,”

“Nah, say like, auburn or chestnut or something,” Bull interrupted, “it’s his best feature, give it some credit.” 

“Fine,” Sera erased and retyped a word, “auburn, then. Eyes — what colour are your eyes? Green?” 

“Green,” Taren agreed with a shrug. 

“Andraste’s ass. Green with specks of gold, green-hazel, marbled sage, undefinable. They’re your best feature —”

“— I thought that was my hair,” Taren raised an eyebrow, examining Bull with one amused, undefinable and gold-speckled eye. 

“There’s a measurement spot for best features, but it’s optional.” Sera noted with a smirk. 

Bull returned Taren’s raised eyebrow with one of his own. 

“Fuck off, no.” said Taren. 

“Alright, hobbies: drawing, reading, camping,” Sera listed, “Maker, you’re boring.”

“Hey!”

“Bull, what did you put in yours?” 

“Fighting, drinking, and fucking.” Bull grinned. 

“You can’t be serious.” Taren sighed. 

“Works every time. And hey, it’s true.”

“At least call it, like, mountain climbing, backcountry survival, wilderness adventuring, I don’t know. Something cool.” Sera advised with a shake of her head. 

“It’s not an extreme sport to go backpacking for fun. Camping’s fine.” Taren rolled his eyes. 

Sera rolled hers right back, “normal people don’t go camping like you go camping, elfy.” 

“What else does it want?” Taren prodded her on impatiently. 

“Special skills and talents: speaks six languages, exceptionally good with hands” 

“Sera,”

“Fine, fine. I don’t know…” Sera looked to Bull searchingly. 

“How about knot-tying skills?”

“Yes!” 

“No.” Taren shook his head resolutely once more. 

“You’re no fun.” Sera complained, still typing away at the screen, “there, and just hit green to go.” Sera held out the phone face up, a green confirmation button sitting at the ready to create his new dating app profile. “You do the honours,” she nodded. 

Taren sighed, “and then what?”

“Sit back and wait for the love to pour in,” The Iron Bull replied, leaning back against his station. “Twenty bucks says you’re drowning in dick by the weekend.”

“Gross!” Sera objected with a cackle, while Taren winced. 

“Yeah, I’m actually with Sera on that.” 

“All I’m saying is you’ll get asks. It’s a casual app, take advantage if you want to.”

“So it’s always just for sex?”

Bull shrugged. “Just because it’s casual doesn’t mean you can’t find people who are looking, but I thought you weren’t looking —”

“— I’m not,” Taren interrupted with a flustered blush, “but what if I’m not looking for sex either?” 

Bull shrugged again, “then just don’t send any hearts, that simple.” he said, “or you can always ask to get coffee and see what happens.” 

Taren sighed, “sure,” he muttered as he moved his thumb to confirm the profile’s creation, “coffee.”