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erasermic au where present mic is the loudest partner to ever exist and they’ve been evicted 4 times

what about

trans!Hizashi (Present Mic) tho. like.. yes please…

Aizawa grits his teeth, looking down at the almost painful curve of Hizashi’s back, offering up his ass, rim reddened and pouty as it stretches slowly, slowly, slowly around Aizawa’s cock.

He has one hand on the back of Hizashi’s head, fingers curled tight into the long, blond hair, but Hizashi is whimpering and he can’t find it in him to press him any tighter into the pillow to keep him silent.

“Shhh,” he whispers, trying his damndest to go slow; to not fuck Hizashi like he needs to, in an effort to keep his crying at a minimum. “All’s good. All’s good, shhh,” he mumbles, words slurring, chest burning at the feel of Hizashi impossibly tight on his cock.

The problem is how sensitive Hizashi is, he supposes.

His hips stutter and Hizashi’s breath hitches and then he jerks back out because he can’t help it, and Hizashi wails, hips lifting, offering himself up, needing the fill of Aizawa’s cock, and damn can this man get loud.

Lazy morning, soft sleepy sex with erasermight is my new favorite thing. Let those old men rest and be happy

Aizawa is fucking him lazily; almost slow enough that Toshinori wonders if he fell asleep again: forehead pressed between the sharp cuts of Toshinori’s shoulder blades, his warm, moist breath fanning against the valley of his spine.

Every now and then, though, Aizawa will twist his hips; give his thrusts a new angle that makes Toshinori’s toes curl and his breathing speed up.

There are a few drops of blood soaked into the towel he’s dragged across his pillow, though nothing to be worried about yet.

The constant throb of pain in his side is dull, almost as sleepy as their coupling.

Aizawa is mumbling, but it is too indistinct to make out anything – his hands are gentle as they trace Toshinori’s painfully visible ribs, and his lips leave wet little smears when he presses sloppy kisses against his back.

He might not be able to hear him, but he can quite imagine what he is saying, and it is enough to make him want to squirm in embarrassment, pressing his forehead against his arms, and breathing quick and warm into the little space he created.

“Don’t,” he rumbles. He can taste the blood frothing at the corner of his mouth, but the feeling of his impending orgasm low in his shivering belly is more prominent than anything else.

Aizawa hums and lifts up higher on his knees, easily taking Toshinori’s slim hips with him. He can’t possibly reach in to nuzzle his face into the back of Toshinori’s neck, but he makes due by gently biting whatever he can reach; leaving distinct points of dull pain behind that makes Toshinori squeeze down on his cock.

Always liked the thought of snake Gabriel, so strong he can crush cars in his coils! And Jesse is super into him, but totally embarrassed cus he doesn’t know how snake anatomy works and cant find his cloaca XD

Gabriel lies back and watches the human fumbling away. He’s just been fed by Jesse, and he is lazy and content enough to let him nervously feel him up without lashing out at him.

Jesse’s cock is out and in his fist, and while it looks nice enough – dark with blood and fat around the middle – Gabriel has no intentions of making this any easier on the kid.

Jesse has had no trouble finding his cock (not hard when it slipped out of his genital slit so ready for some loving from the fumbling young man that had so readily drooled all over it in his haste to worship Gabriel) but finding the tiny opening of Gabriel’s cloaca seemed a lot more difficult.

Gabriel throws him a smug smirk when Jesse looks up at him, and stretches out slowly; letting him see first the muscles in his upper body, then in his tail as he undulated it lazily, the pitch black scales on the back a fascinating contrast to the pure white of his belly. 

Jesse gulps audibly and lets go of his cock in order to stroke both sweaty, big hands across Gabriel’s tail. It is a nice sensation – especially when the gentle fingers stroke across his small cloaca again without noticing.

Bush viper Hanzo, smol and powerful and quick, and Gaboon viper/rattlesnake Jesse, so much bigger and lazy and thicc. Jesse just laying over Hanzo doing his pretty mating dance and wrapping around him, holding him down. Hanzo is being indignant and trying to play it cool but how can he when that agile little rattle/tip of his tail is slowly playing with the opening of his cloaca and getting him ready for Jesse’s snake dicc?

Anonymous said: “

Rattlesnake Jesse. His tail starts rattling during orgasm. :3c

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When Hanzo moves, the sharp scales along the back of his tail dig into the softer flesh of McCree’s underside. He grunts, twisting once again, trying to keep his prey still while the inquisitive tip of his tail nudges against the tightly closed genital slit.

“Come on,” he huffs, rubbing his scruffy chin along the side of Hanzo’s face. “Come on.” He’s definitely whining, but there’s nothing to it. He’s horny, and Hanzo is beneath him, pretty and warm from the sun he’d been lying in just a moment ago, and writhing so enticingly just for him.

“You are a brute,” Hanzo hisses, fingers digging into the loose sand around them, trying to drag himself away to no avail: Jesse is easily twice as heavy and crushing him against the warm ground. “And get off of me,” Hanzo spits, blue tail lashing, trying to twist himself out from beneath McCree’s frustratingly thorough grip.

He can feel himself loosing the uphill battle quickly. McCree is a charmer, even if he is unbelievably clumsy, and Hanzo can feel the sticky wet drag of his cock against the back of his tail. 

McCree is already out and needy, when Hanzo’s muscles are just about now starting to give in to the insistent prodding of his cheekily rattling tail.

“Just a little bit,” McCree murmurs, wheedling as he reaches around and cups Hanzo’s pec, squeezing it in time with his slow, rolling thrusts.

As it looks to Hanzo, McCree will be too lazy to drag himself around and fuck him; rather, he’ll rub himself off against Hanzo’s smooth, warm scales, taking the pain of the sharp ridges along his spine digging into his soft belly in stride, while feeling Hanzo up and playing with the silky slit of his genitals.

It could be a worse day, he supposes.

Ahh that sucks. The ask was me obsessing over the idea of hanzo remaining a virgin into adulthood despite how badly he wanted to be a huge slut, and when he joins ovw literally everyone wants a turn playing with his cute pretty pink little hole, fingering, teasing, and inspecting it. Everyone wants to see it and play with it, and he fuckin sobs when he finally gets the Deep Dicking he’s always dreamed of. Ya feel? It’s all i can think of sometimes

I know how unrealistic it is for a Yakuza heir to be a 40 y/o virgin but I actually don’t give a fuck because I love the thought of flustered nervous Hanzo that’s super tsundere but also wants his peach pink butthole fucked loose and sloppy

I can’t remember what it was called, but I read this really good voltron fic once where Lance was an omega, but whoops no suppressants in space, so he starts going into heat. As the only other omega on board, Keith ‘helps him out’ if you know what I mean, and eventually Shiro, an alpha, got dragged into it, but despite the dynamics Keith was definitely the dominant one and I think he even topped Shiro.

hmmmm… don’t know… not my taste atm