#naga snuggles

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you so much @fuzzyfancreatorbiscuit for commissioning wintering naga Skull <3 I’m pretty sure it’s what we all wanted to see, and they are doing the public a SERVICE

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“... Hey sleepyscales. I’m back.”

You closed the door quickly behind you, trying to avoid letting any of the outside’s cold in, kicking off your shoes and shedding your rain-soaked coat.

... No reply. Probably asleep again. Poor Sans- naga had it rough, in the winter. He was grouchy and slept almost the entire day.

You moved through to the kitchen, unpacking the grocery bag. It was quiet and dim inside, all you could hear was the muffled sound of cold winter rain pelting the windows. All the curtains were padded and drawn. The main lights hadn’t been on in most rooms for a few weeks at least- they were too bright for him. You relied instead on small battery string lights strung along the walls, and dimmer sunset-coloured table lamps. The house completely transformed during winter, becoming a dark cave where almost every surface was blanketed thanks to Sans’ overpowering winter nesting instinct. And although all the change was entirely for his comfort, you couldn’t deny there was something really wonderful about coming out of the cold to an extremely snug house, full of cosy low orange lights and soft materials.

Maybe you had some winter instincts, too.

Once the groceries were all away, you made your way over to the living room. The door was only open a crack, pitch black inside. You were just gonna check on him before you started cooking- make sure he was comfortable, and had water and snacks. He always woke up absolutely ravenous.

... You opened the door to the living room, cautious not to open it to the point where it started creaking, and slipped inside. The lights were all off, even the string lights.

Sans had turned most of that particular room into an absolutely massive nest of assorted soft things. Big enough to house a naga of his size, which meant really big. It was an organised mess of couch cushions, old and new pillows, every blanket in the house, and a few of your sweaters because he was desperate for your scent. 

It was too dark to see anything at all... you stepped forward-

- suddenly, large, strong hands gripped you, you were swept clean off your feet and pulled into the darkness- you let out a tiny yelp, but not out of any fear. Entirely from surprise. He dragged you straight into the centre of the nest unceremoniously; and once he’d rolled over, you were squashed up against a big, very familiar ribcage.

“I-I didn’t realise you were awake.” You said, breathlessly, as his arms drew around your torso tight enough to squeeze a little air out of you.

You heard the sound of his huge body shifting, scales dragging softly against a variety of surfaces, the very end of his tail wound around your ankle. His face pressed into the crook of your neck, deep breaths prickling your skin- in winter, he was completely obsessed with your body heat, and couldn’t seem to stop himself from touching. You felt his teeth against your neck... a low purr escaping him that made your hair stand on end and pulse jump.

“... gone too long.” He grunted, voice growly, deeper than usual. A hand slipped under your top, possessively cupping the soft skin of your stomach... one of his skeletal hands could pretty much entirely cover your abdomen. 

His was touch gentle, but with a noticeable restraint. You could tell he was holding himself back from being rougher with his affection. Letting you leave the house was always hard for him... naga could die, if out in the cold for too long, and though he knew consciously that you were human he still struggled to set aside those deep-rooted survival instincts.

“Guess I’m staying in the nest, now?” You teased, gently.

His other hand came up, sleepy claws caressing your hair. He removed his face from your neck, and instead pressed his teeth to your cheek.

“mhm.” He said, clearly pleased at just the mention of you staying.

“I need to do some work. Can I have my laptop?”

... Your heard a big sigh, like he was a teenager you’d asked to do the dishes. But he obliged, hand coming off your stomach to reach over and across you, to the little table at the head of the nest. You always kept the device there in case this exact event happened, you knew he wouldn’t be letting you go anytime soon.

“Thank you.” You hummed, as the laptop was placed in your hands. He let out a noncommittal grunt and draped his arm back over your middle- you propped up your knees, using them as a stand and opening your laptop. If he was bothered by the laptop light, he didn’t say anything, seemingly content for you to be distracted with work while he got to snuggle you.

...

“... Need anything, before you sleep again?” You asked.

... No reply. He was already out.

[thedenofravenpuff]

Lil fanart for @baconlyswiss' Naga AU fic Nagas of Fazbaru, that ya'll should definitely check out!

Sun just being an adorable snuggle snek with the protag during a quiet moment in their big adventure together.

Enjoy!

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[onenerdtwonagas]

I completely forgot to share the doodles I’ve posted to Twitter on the blog! Oops. But here’s a catch-up post, featuring some pics with @ask-nagakenny and Asudem from @scales-and-spirals spirals ��💖

[verfound]

FIC: Sit a Spell (MLB; Lukanette; Winters)

Characters/Pairings: Naga!Luka Couffaine, Witch!Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Marinette comes home to find her new housemate sitting outside.  Luka’s just glad to see his mate safely home.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Set during their first autumn, shortly after Luka’s moved in.  Early in his brumation, before he’s sleeping all the time.  Winters is kind of my comfort series?  I have actual stories and plot planned out for this ‘verse, but every now and then I just need to come back and do something short and fluffy for my own sanity.

“Sit a Spell”

“What are you doing out here?”

Luka looked up and smiled when he saw his little witch – his mate – walking up the path to her…their little cottage.  The tip of his tail flicked almost subconsciously, a sign of his pleasure at seeing her safely home, and she grinned when she noticed it.

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked once she was closer, her eyes glancing down at his bare chest.  He noticed the way they lingered – her gazes had been lingering more and more lately – and his tail swished again.  Her cheeks were pink when her eyes lifted back to his own.

The pinking wasn’t new, not for a while now, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.  There was a little thrill that raced through him every time he saw that lovely color fill her cheeks.  He’d found himself wondering lately how far he could make that blush go, and how lovely it might look…

…but those were thoughts for later, when the cold wasn’t creeping in and his body wasn’t so damnably slow.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Would anyone be interested in naga LOV?

Anyone?

(Can be platonic or romantic, I’m not picky)

[thebekashow]

Roomate slides into the room almost immedatly.

“I SMELLED A SNAKE WHATS WRONG- oh. Nebermind.”

He is gonna snuggle the heck out of you

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight yandere behavior

Nagas are cute… I really just like the thought of your naga lover keeping you snuggled up with him all winter, wrapping his tail around you and just smothering you in kisses.

Ofc he makes you keep his cock warm too… after all, he really wants you to bear his children. But he’s mostly trying to stay warm.

There’s always a fire going in his den, and he keeps himself curled up around you. Escaping is futile, you’ll either be his mate or next meal. So you just let him smother you in his love, feeling his fangs sink into your shoulder and neck to keep to placid while he ravishes you.

You’re just so cute when the aphrodisiac in his fangs kicks in, he can’t help but fuck into you like a while animal. Before long you’re begging him to make you cum, to go faster. The friction between your bodies keeps him warm all through the winter, and you’re nice and swollen with his young come spring time.

And the entire time, he’s purring, rubbing against you like a cat, wanting you to cuddle and kiss him. Who knew nagas could be so affectionate?

He just wants you all to himself, and there’s human remains scattered across his den to show you what he does to anyone that touches his precious mate!

[davinawritings]

Naga boyfriend using your thighs as earmuffs

Imagine Naga boyfriend loving to stick his head between your plump thighs because they are so warm.

It’s his favorite place to be and that's where he is often found.

He nuzzles into you and his forked tongue happens to slip between your pussy lips.

He spends hours just slowly working you from one orgasm to another. The stimulation just causes your body to heat up even more.

Even when you pass out he doesn't remove himself from you, he just snuggles closer and enjoys your warmth, making sure your thighs stay securely wrapped around his head.

[hemipenal-system]

naga who poisons you and the only cure is you have to lay against her and let her coil you and snuggle you and play with your hair and you have to be cute about it and spend the night with her all coiled around you. to heal you

(you're not poisoned but she's really hoping you're gullible enough for this to work)

[werecreature-addicted]

what are your opinions on nagas? If so, imagine it's the dead of winter and your naga husband wont stop coiling around you and hugging you for warmth, even making nests out of all the pillows and blankets in the house to hold you in

I like Nagas just fine snakey boys deserve more love.

Imagine knitting a very large tube for your naga husband to slither into and wear as a sweater during the colder months, but still, he much prefers to snuggle with his lovely human spouse to get his heat.

He's sluggish in the winter months, He sleeps a lot more and whines begging you to stay and cuddle with him all day long. If he's feeling really clingy, he'll wrap his tail around your waist and force you to stay in bed with him, squeezing tighter when you try to wiggle out of his grip.

He likes to coil into a soft seat so you can sit in his lap and lean against his more human chest. he will pile blankets and pillows over his lap to make you more comfy, or wrap a blanket around his shoulders and wrap it around both of you as you cuddle.

Heat lamp!!! Heat lamp for the snake boy! he insists you lay under the heat lamp with him. too hot? take your clothes off, easy.

He might be tired and sluggish but he still wants to keep warm with sex, you'll just have to ride him, his long thick tail wrapping around your waist to help you bounce up and down. He falls asleep with his dick still inside of you, cockwarming to keep you both warm.

[heretherebedork]

My favorite Naga and Garuda snuggles and the love just radiating off them and filling the whole forest.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 111

Y’all know H2O? Where some people get cursed to turn into merfolk whenever they get water on them? That, but replace water with ectoplasm and merfolk with naga. 

No, Bruce has no idea how they managed to get cursed or how he ended up with an armful of baby snake-person creature thing. At least this one isn’t black-hair and blue-eyes so his kids can’t complain at him. And it’s not his fault they all fell into this, this was supposed to be a vacation while Lucious, Alfred, and Gordon kept an eye on things back in Gotham. 

On the bright side, his children want to snuggle up for once, which he supposes is nice. And Damian seems pleased about it judging by his rambles about snakes. So there’s that. 

[ant1quar1an]

the concept of being snuggled up in your naga sans' coils while they snooze

literally inescapable because these motherfuckers are massive and very heavy and you are not getting out of there

,,, just be careful of certain sanses because some of them have tendencies to. nip and bite

and the majority? are venomous,,,

[onenerdtwonagas]

Gotham AU 3 - Negotiations

A Uriah & Kenny Lit Piece

It was late in the evening when Uriah finally finished the examinations he’d been called in to perform. Thankfully nothing went beyond routine, surface-level inspection. Every snake he’d gotten to handle proved docile and healthy, kept under excellent care and conditions. If anything, a few seemed close to shedding, and they’d merely be kept back from the—for lack of a better word—unique services Kenneth Huggins’s business provided. The only downside to the day was how long and exhausting it had been. Lab work, diagnostics, sample collection, breeding attempts and so on for his day job, and then this called-in favor on top of eight hours. Uriah was rolling his shoulders to ease tension from his back by the time he caught the elevator to the HR floor.

“Well, at least he’s paying me for my time,” Uriah muttered to himself, leaning against the wall. He sighed heavily, watching the numbers slowly tick by on the elevator screen. This was a strange sort of circumstance he found himself in, knowing the secret the CEO kept, but the additional money was a boon when bills came due. And he did need to go on a grocery run soon…

Though, he’d be lying if he said the money was all that made him accept the offer. He’d crossed paths with Kenneth once or twice since the day the not-quite-normal businessman sauntered into his own office at the institute. The initial attraction was still there. Try as he might, Uriah couldn’t deny the natural charm Kenneth carried himself with. He was cordial, gracious, and very easy to look at. It had been a good long while since Uriah had pursued anything intimate. Kennth Huggins, however, wasn’t the average fling, nor was he standard relationship material, if tabloids were to be believed. Normally, Uriah wouldn’t pay such rumors any mind, but in this case… Perhaps weighing the pros and cons was in his best interest; he didn’t want to end up being a call boy for one of the city’s elite. He’d focus on the pay for his work, and if Kenneth made another move, then he could broach the subject.

He pushed himself upright as the doors opened, sliding sideways past a cluster of clerical staff headed home for the day. Uriah nodded to them politely before heading for the front desk, still manned for the next half-hour.

“Hi, miss. I’m sorry to bother you so close to quitting time, but I was told to head up here for payment?”

The woman looked over the rim of her angled glasses. “You’re in the right place. Something wrong with your direct deposit?”

“Oh, no, no, I’m not a regular employee. Mr. Huggins offered me some extra work, but… Come to think of it, he never did send me paperwork about the payment aspect, just my clearances and the description.”

She seemed perplexed, then raised her eyebrows in recognition. “Ah, yes, now I remember. You’re the herpetologist he brought on for routine checks, right? Doctor Hoffman?”

“That’d be me.”

“Yes, that’s right. Mr. Huggins informed me your pay would be handled personally.”

Uriah lifted one eyebrow. “Personally?”

“Personally,” she repeated. “I did suggest offering you a routine direct deposit, but he said you two were on friendly terms and he’d prefer to cut your check himself. A little unorthodox, but…”

“Seems the usual for him,” Uriah quipped, drumming his fingertips on the counter. “So, where do I go to see the man in charge, then?”

“You can head on back to his office. It’s at the end of the hall there, certainly can’t miss it. He’s not in right now, finishing up his last conference call downstairs, but he should be up in—“ She swiveled in her chair and glanced at the clock behind her. “—Oh, give or take the next fifteen, thirty minutes?”

“Greeeeaaaaaaat,” Uriah drawled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Past closing time…”

“I know it’s a bit inconvenient, but he says you’re allowed to go on ahead. I’ll be locking up things here, but Mr. Huggins always stays late a few times a week. He knew you were coming today, so he shouldn’t leave you hanging too long.”

“Right.” He sighed, turning to trudge down the hall. The skeptic in him began to worry this was an elaborate ruse to avoid paying him for services rendered. “Guess I’ll wait, then. Thanks…?”

“Donna.”

“Donna,” Uriah confirmed, nodding. “You have a good night.”

Parting from the desk, Uriah followed the directions he’d been given until he reached the rather heavy and impressive door to Kenneth’s office. For a moment, he hesitated, considering simply coming back in the morning. He was tired, and he’d had a long day, and the last thing he wanted was to be driving home any more exhausted than he was. But he was already here, so he may as well get it over with.

Inside, the office was sleek and, dare he say, seductive almost. Floor-to-ceiling windows along the outer wall with a pleasant city skyline view, a desk that probably cost more than a two of the doctor’s paychecks, and a rather impressive leather couch. For the size, he was surprised it didn’t have much furniture, but then when he considered Kenneth’s unique anatomy… Perhaps opulent minimalism made the most sense. He put his hands into his pockets and traipsed around slowly, letting out a low whistle as he glanced at a small table with a personal espresso machine. One of the nicer ones on the market.

“Well, can’t fault him for taste.” Uriah eventually wound back to the couch. Seeing as he still had plenty of time to wait, he could take a load off. The sigh he let out felt bigger than he’d anticipated as he reclined, eyes on the ceiling, briefly glancing at his watch before letting his arm flop back down. “And now, we wait…”

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen… The longer he lay there, the more the wear and tear of the day got to him. And it was an extremely comfortable couch. It was unintentional, but Uriah found himself drifting off. He wasn’t sure how long he was out before a gentle tapping to his forehead began to rouse him.

“Doc…Doooooooc… Anybody home in there?”

Groggy eyes blinked open. First, he noticed the pen dangling above his face, lightly poking him. Then, the playful smirk on Kenneth Huggins’s face beaming down at him. “Good evening, starshine.”

Uriah groaned and shooed his pen away, running a hand over his face before sitting up. “Ugh, what time is it…?”

“Eight-thirty, roughly.”

“Wha…? Damn, you took your time.” He’d gotten in to the office at seven.

“Had I known you were waiting, I would’ve ended the meeting early,” Kenneth teased. He ruffled Uriah’s hair, laughing as he was swatted away, and moved to his desk.

“Look, I’ve been up since five this morning. I’m beat, okay? I just came up here to sort out my pay.”

“Hm?”

Uriah stood, hands in his pockets again. “My pay, Kenneth? For examining your extensive noodle collection downstairs?”

“Oh, right. Your check. We should settle those terms,” he said casually, leaning back against his desk.

“I mean, you gave me a number when you cornered me at work, remember?”

“But there’s more to this mutually beneficial venture than the money, no?”

Uriah met his jovial expression with one that was work-weary. “Are you suggesting…?”

“I’m a businessman, darling. Negotiations are my day-to-day. I am more than happy to debate terms and conditions of our little arrangement.”

“Ha! Terms and conditions,” Uriah scoffed, lightly scuffing the carpet before walking over to look out the window. For a crime-riddled metropolis, Gotham certainly had its perks in the nighttime views. He watched a few distant headlights cruising the streets below.

“I want us both to be happy, naturally,” Kenneth said with a shrug. “Consent is key, you know.”

Uriah hummed in acknowledgment, and Kenneth watched him watch the city for a few beats of silence.

“So,” Kenneth said, rocking to his feet to approach from behind, “what would make you happy?”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course.”

He huffed, humored. “Well, I’ll be…a member of Gotham’s elite caring about the wants of little ol’ me.”

“Oh, take me seriously for a moment, sweetheart! You wound me!”

“Alright, alright, I get you.” Uriah folded his arms, exhaling as he gave it some thought. “…How serious were you about liking me? What you said, when you found me at work?”

“You mean besides keeping my secret?”

“Yeah. The…other part. Look, I know what the tabloids say about you, I get you’re popular, and plenty of people fall all over you, alright? I’m not expecting exclusivity. I just…y’know, prefer sincerity. If you actually like me, great. If not, I wanna know how far to lower my expectations.”

“If it’s sincerity you want,” Kenneth said softly, hands resting on Uriah’s shoulders and gently stroking down his arms, “it’s sincerity you’ll get.”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“What? As in how I’d rate you? Don’t cheapen yourself,” he chuckled.

“Kenneth—“

“But if you must know, a solid ten. You’re adorable when you’re playing coy.”

“Ugh, I don’t ’play coy,’” Uriah insisted. But he blushed all the same as Kenneth bent close and kissed his cheek.

“Shall we proceed?” When Uriah hesitated, heat coming off of his face, Kenneth chuckled against his ear. “With the negotiations, sweetheart.”

“Oh. Oh, uh, yeah, I just…don’t know what all to ask for… I mean, I want paid, obviously.”

“That’s the bottom of the barrel right there,” Kenneth teased. His arms held Uriah’s waist, fingertips toying with subtle folds in the fabric of his shirt. “Ask for more. Go big.”

“…Limo?”

A laugh escaped him. Uriah cracked a smirk.

“Not that big!”

“Fair. Wouldn’t know what to do with the damn thing, anyway.”

“If I may make a suggestion? Perhaps routine visits outside this office, to…ensure my continued sincerity, shall we say?”

Uriah chuckled as Kenneth kissed his cheek, down his jaw, slowly moving lower. It felt good, getting that kind of attention. He let himself drift in it for a moment, breathing, relaxing.

“Mm…Kenneth?” Uriah cracked open an eye, head tilting to the side as he felt Kenneth’s lips getting a little more insistent against his neck.

“Hmm?”

“This is nice,” he murmured dryly, “but it won’t pay my bills.”

“Won’t it? That’s a shame.”

“You promised to pay me,” Uriah lilted, smirking as he felt a small huff against his skin. Kenneth reached around and pulled at his tie, the knot and his shirt collar loosening.

“Can we play first? My checkbook isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you.” Kenneth’s voice was almost a growl in his ear. Uriah couldn’t help but chuckle softly, patting one of the hands teasing along his torso.

“You just don’t like being told ‘no’, do you?” Not that he was saying ‘no’. Uriah was always very clear when he was putting his foot down, and Kenneth respected his wishes in such circumstances—if not for the teasing even as he’d back off.

“It’s not my favorite word in the English language,” Kenneth joked. Uriah’s shirt was unbuttoned, fabric slipping off his shoulders. Thick, scaled coils pooled around the two of them where they stood. A soft gasp left the man’s lips as the space between his throat and shoulder was lightly bitten. Uriah barely swallowed the moan that tried to escape him. Not yet. He’d make Kenneth work a little more to get those sounds out of him.

“Shall we negotiate, then?” Kenneth purred. Uriah met his gaze through the reflection in his office’s window.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing already?”

He was guided back, coils shifting to allow him to be cornered against the desk. His shirt was lost to the scaled mass, Kenneth’s strong hands lifting Uriah onto the desk’s surface before working on unfastening his belt.

Kenneth whispered into his ear, “What about dinner?”

“I’m not picky.”

“Italian?”

Uriah chuckled as a ticklish kiss was placed on his cheek. “I hope you don’t just mean pizza?”

“No, no. I can do better than that, I assure you.”

“So, somewhere nice, then?”

“Somewhere nice,” he confirmed. Uriah felt his belt slowly pulled free. He swallowed.

“What else…?”

Kenneth pulled back and smirked at him, humored. “You’re the one negotiating terms, darling.”

“O-Oh, right, right…” His face reddened as Kenneth eased him down, a coil cradling his head. His eyes roamed the ceiling as he felt Kenneth working on removing the last of his clothes, taking his time. Every gesture was calculated, sensual. He stroked a nearby patch of tail as Kenneth slipped one shoe off, kissing his ankle.

“I come to your place after…?”

“I’m agreeable to that,” Kenneth said with a smile. That one was less playful, more genuine. “For more of this?”

“Perhaps.”

“At least a cuddle, and I get to use my eyes on you.”

Uriah raised his head and gave Kenneth a scrutinizing look. “At least a cuddle, and maybe you get to use your eyes.”

“It’s more fun with the eyes.” Kenneth let his eyes pulse once, a ring of blue breaking up his golden brown irises, and Uriah stubbornly averted his gaze, one hand raised to block further attempts.

“Maybe I want my head to be clear sometimes,” Uriah countered. “I might like to remember the details now and then.”

Realizing what he’d said, he quickly let his head drop back down onto the coil pillow behind it and stared up at the ceiling with a flustered huff. He could hear Kenneth chuckling.

“Don’t laugh,” Uriah pouted, crossing his arms. “Not when you’ve got me half-naked and on your damn desk like this!”

“You’re very endearing, Doc, that’s all,” he said. His tone was genuine again. The end of his tail stroked through Uriah’s hair and down his cheek before playfully tapping his nose. Uriah lightly swatted it away. He almost didn’t realize when Kenneth finally tugged his pants off. But then the handsome creature was leaning over him, hands bracing on either side of his head, smiling down with that dangerous allure of his. He reached up with a hand and traced the line of Kenneth’s jaw.

“Any other demands you’d like to make?”

“Don’t smoke around me, if you can help it,” he replied, voice firm.

“Ah,” Kenneth sighed, amused, “I was beginning to suspect it bothered you.”

“You might be immune to it, but I’m a standard human being and I don’t fancy the consequences of the habit. Or the smell. No offense.”

“None taken. So, I keep my cigarettes out of sight and mind when you’re around. Easily done. Anything else at this time, handsome?”

“…Not at this time,” Uriah said quietly, eyes roaming over Kenneth’s impressive figure before focusing on his face. Knowing what he could do, it was a rather bold move of vulnerability. Kenneth admired and appreciated that. Scales brushed against thighs, bodies close together. Uriah inhaled deeply as a kiss was placed on his forehead first, and then one on each cheek, before Kenneth finally drew him into a proper one. Uriah tried to hold back, he really tried, but Kenneth clearly knew what he was doing, and a moan finally slipped out of him.

“Shall we seal the deal, then? To potentially be amended later, as both parties see fit?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

“Very well…Ah, I nearly forgot. Eyes?”

Uriah searched Kenneth’s expression. He was…actually letting him choose. That gave him a small flutter in his chest. As he mulled it over, Uriah brushed some of Kenneth’s hair back from his face, traced his broad shoulders, took in the sight and feel of him. He could’ve never anticipated finding himself in this particular scenario, bargaining what was essentially a friends-with-benefits arrangement with one of Gotham’s wealthiest bachelors. The said bachelor wasn’t human, on top of it all, and Uriah was surprised that little detail didn’t phase him. He gently toyed with a lock of Kenneth’s hair a moment more before he exhaled and fully committed to his decision.

“No eyes. I wanna be lucid this time around.”

“This time?” Kenneth raised a brow and smirked playfully.

“Yeah, well, if you ‘negotiate’ well enough, maybe I’ll agree to it next time,” Uriah teased back. “Maybe.”

Uriah barely stifled a laugh as Kenneth bent closer, hands and coils shifting tantalizingly against his skin. He smirked as a deep purr rumbled against his neck. “You drive a hard bargain, Doc. Very good. It’s a deal.”

[palesweetscherryblossom]

In the arms of a Snake

Warning: Possessive behavior, Shigaraki gets a bit murderous, mentioned child neglect, infertility, overall fluff

It was rare for children to be seen in the forest, especially in Shigaraki’s part. Humans didn’t stoop too low, at least that’s what Tomura wanted to think. He stared down to the hypnotized child in his arms, currently staring at him with red tinted eyes, replacing their e/c.

But Tomura couldn’t help but take this as a blessing. Many nights he and his mate had often lamented about their lack of hatchlings. Every egg laid always a dud, every mating season a cruel taunt to them.

Dabi had always looked so miserable whenever spotting broken egg shells in naga nests, curling up in the nest as he stared blankly. Shigaraki felt himself grow giddy with the prospect of Dabi getting to hold you, to experience the joys of parenthood. Teaching you to hunt, running around in the spring and summertime, snuggling up in the colder months.

The deal was only made sweeter when you cuddled up to his chest, trying to get warm. “Nn.” You murmured, hand reaching for the necklace Shigaraki wore. You fiddled around with the skeleton fingers and little quartzes, absolutely enamored with it. “Hmhmh, we’ll get you something like that soon. Then you can be just like papa.” Shigaraki chuckled. You shivered after a particularly cold wind swept over the forest, swaying the branches and rustling the bushes. “Cold..” You whined lowly, trying to get more warmth. Shigaraki shushed you gently, patting your head.

“We’ll bundle you up nice and snug when we get there.” Shigaraki assured as he spotted the telltale cave in the distance.

After many months of sleeping in trees, on rocks or in burrows, Shigaraki and Dabi had found their permanent home in a cozy little cave. It was ideal, next to a lovely little pond and fruit trees. Shigaraki slithered inside, greeted with the sight of his handsome mate.

Dabi was an oddity amongst naga, for his gnarly burns set him apart as unique. Not mention little “inconveniences” that wasn’t apart of naga behavior. He had to have his food cooked, had to be careful with sheddings and was sensitive to certain things.

Shigaraki loved him the same, he found his swift movements and dry attitude humorous. Not to mention kindred spirit of being mistreated by the ones who were supposed to care. The delicious scent of roasting meat filled Tomura’s senses as he entered into the home. Dabi stopped tending to the fire and directed his attention towards Tomura. A dry yet playful smile rested on his scarred face.

“Took you long enough, had me thinking you were caught or something.” He slithered on over to his mate, who in turn acknowledged him with gentle peck on his cheek.

“As if, firecracker. I’m almost hurt that you’d think so highly of those parasitic primates.” Shigaraki taunted back before smirking. “Did you eat yet?” He inquired, Dabi shook his head.

“Nah, takes awhile for this stupid boar to roast.” Dabi then caught the scent of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t rare for Tomura to come back reeking of something unfamiliar but this had a special tint. Sweet, delicate. Like baby powder and peppermint.

Then blue eyes wandered to the hazy child in Tomura’s embrace. “Tomura, where? How?” Dabi for once in his life, felt completely flabbergasted by something Tomura brought home. Tomura smirked pridefully almost, his tail gently wrapping around Dabi’s in an attempt for comfort.

“This is our hatchling. Poor little lamb was left out in the forest with no food or water. Oh, the poor baby was crying and screaming.” Tomura’s heart ached at remembering your sad little sobs. “I had to put them in a trance to relax them.” Dabi was hyper focused on you, his eyes expressing longing and sympathy. It was like he was staring at himself, lost and afraid. “C-can I hold em?” He asked shakily, gently holding your relaxed body as you let out a tiny confused mumble.

“It’s just papa Dabi, no need to be afraid of him, hatchling.” Tomura cooed sweetly. Dabi stared at you, slithering over to the nest.

It felt strange yet pleasant to feel your body on his chest, your soft flesh and breathing a far cry from the cold eggs he felt before. Tomura joined his mate, nuzzling his neck as Dabi cuddled you tenderly. “They’re never going back.” He hissed, Shigaraki nodded.

“We’ll keep them nice and secure in the nest. It’s where they belong now.”

Welcome home

@messedupcookiejar

[kiame-sama]

How would the Monster Tsums react to the little Tsum!Darling?

Tsum!Darling is without a doubt calm, unless Tsum!Grim is in distress then she’ll try to tackle and bite while shuffling back in forth defending Tsum!Grim with an angry look on her face (Maybe the size change ability is only available to the Monster Tsums with what I’m assuming is the max size of 3-5 feet?)

She’ll probably have Tsum!Grim on her back after that to protect him (The Monster Tsums can squeak in protest all they want, she’s not doing any stacking until Tsum!Grim has calmed down)

With the obvious exception of Tsum!Ortho because he’s a baby like Tsum!Grim (She’ll only stack with those two)

The monster-tsums are just as aggressive about gaining Human-tsum's affections as the monsters are about the Human.

Malleus-tsum gets territorial and moody when away from Human-tsum. Malleus-tsum makes a nest for his tsum Hoard members and even tries to fit the Human into his nest as well. Silver-tsum loves taking naps with Human-tsum and will sadly squeak if Human-tsum refuses to stack with him. Sebek-tsum guards Human-tsum and Malleus-tsum with his tiny life. Lilia-tsum obsessively lays his tiny tsum wings over Human-tsum and nuzzles Human-tsum affectionately. Jamil-tsum still has a very long naga tail and will try to wind around Human-tsum. Azul-tsum blushes blue and squeals LOUDLY when Human-tsum allows him to snuggle close. Idia-tsum- the largest of the tsums followed by Trey-tsum- squeals and blushes and plays dead with any affection from the Human or Human-tsum. Floyd-tsum tries to squeeze Human-tsum and Jade-tsum cuddles up to Human-tsum. Vil-tsum ALWAYS fans his tail and lifts his crest any time he sees Human-tsum. Rook-tsum stalks them both from the shadows and thrills when near either one. Epel-tsum fights anyone who looks at Human-tsum, the monster-guys included. Riddle-tsum whinnies and squeals whenever he touches noses with the Human-tsum, blushing and hiding his face. Cater-tsum is noticeably shyer around Human-tsum but will still try to cuddle. Ruggie-tsum cackles and leaps around when with Human-tsum. Jack-tsum snuggles Human-tsum and lets Human-tsum bury themselves in his fur with happy squeaks.

Human-tsum hides on top of the Human in a stack with Grim-tsum and Ortho-tsum in an attempt to avoid the monster-tsums. If ANYONE (tsum or not) upsets Grim-tsum, Human-tsum is indignantly squeaking and even headbutts everyone else (minus the Human) until Grim-tsum calms down. Separating the two by force results in violence from the Human-tsum who will fight and attack until reunited with Grim-tsum. The only one Human-tsum trusts Grim-tsum with is the Human.