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"I'm not a lot needier than last time," Skylar sighed, doing absolutely nothing to stop Tiago. "You just started touching my thighs and you know exactly what that does to me."

And he wasn't lying. It was his ultimate weak spot. It showed in how easily he accepted Tiago's advances, in how he allowed the hybrid to fish his cock out, and even in how quickly it got harder and harder in his hands. All Sky did was lean back and let it happen eagerly.

"Rude? You've never been rude to me, Tiago, fuck-" he moaned, reaching out so he could caress his friend's cheek with adoration. "Especially not now when you're touching me so good... I really don't think you need to ask for permission now, do you?"

He grabbed his cock then, if only to present it firmly to Tiago and to brush it gently against his lips, silently asking for the relief offered.

"Someone seems a lot needier than last time we met," Tiago retort with a smirk, hand gently squeezing his shaft as Skylar leaned back, giving him free reign over his crotch, cock starting to harden under his touch.

"Perhaps I'm just trying to be a good host, you know?" He said innocently, fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants even as he spoke. "Anticipating your needs, after all you came for safety and solace didn't you?" He chuckled, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock, letting it hang freely in the air. The smell thick and pleasing, even more as he fell to his knees between Skylar's legs.

He looked up at him as he stroked his cock, feeling it harden on his hand, no rush at all simply enjoying the heat between them. He licked his lips slowly. "Don't wanna be rude though," His thumb swiped through his glans, rubbing against the slit to coax out some precum, "gonna let me blow you, Sky?"

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3D - from Micah

M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3

Life was truly something. Skylar would be the first to tell you that he deserved a day at the spa. Hot springs, massages, jacuzzis... That's all he deserved to work through the stress of owning a business in this fucking economy. And yet, none of that truly compared to the utter bliss of having a pretty man worshipping his big cock like his life depended on it.

"Fuck, Micah- You're so good at that," he moaned, throwing his head back and relaxing whatever was still tense from his muscles, watching how his lover kept stroking his cock up and down and sucking on the head. To say that Skylar was drowning in pleasure would be an understatement, but he made sure to run a hand through Micah's hair in appreciation for a job well done.

"Ah, you've been wanting to play with it for a while, haven't you? I saw the way you kept looking at me... Go on, lick it good."

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10E - from Flynn

M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3

Now, Skylar had always been an ambitious man. Whenever he saw something he wanted, he certainly put all of his efforts in getting it. Such was the case the first time he saw Flynn boldly wearing tight pants, he knew he needed to have that ass.

And boy, was he glad to get the chance. After a lot of flirting, a few dates, a box of chocolate, he had finally gotten the opportunity to strip Flynn off his clothes, bend him over his bed and feast on the most perfect ass he had ever seen.

Sky was in no rush, he kept licking and kissing the tight pucker as if it was some sort of delicacy, fucking him with his tongue and making sure not an inch of the exposed skin was left unattended.

"Fuck, if that ain't the prettiest ass I've ever seen," he trailed off, caressing his thighs. "Are you gonna give it to me now, hmm? You gonna let me fill it?"

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M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo

wanted to make another smut gif starter meme with some new spicy gifs! would've added more and formatted it better, but tumblr (in its infinite wisdom) has some weird character block limit that prevented the formatting to add any more gifs.

anywho, you know the drill. send a number to the inbox, specify a muse, and a starter will be made based on the gif. take a peek, use a random number generator, do whatever you like and have fun! :3

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It was late, it was dark and Skylar was already tipsy. He didn't even notice anyone come in until his lips were trapped in a desperate kiss. It was a shame that he was so touch starved that he indulged it immediately, never being the one to turn down affection.

But those lips? He had kissed them before. He could recognize the intensity, the feeling of it. Two seconds in, Skylar already knew that he was kissing Richard, and that only made him deepen the kiss with just the same amount of heat, of longing.

He didn't care who else was watching. After five long years, he had accepted that his chances with Richard were over... But to walk into a random bar and find himself back here? It was heaven. So he pulled his ex lover much closer, grabbing a firm grip of his ass and melting into that kiss until his lungs couldn't take it a second longer.

"You know," he panted, still clinging to Richard while he caught his breath. "--Normal people say 'hello'."

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idea: your muse moved away for a job five years ago and though they tried to make a long distance relationship work they eventually gave up and called it quits. They tried to keep in contact over the years but with both of them being busy, it became easier to just not talk at all, but now your muse is back and emotions are... high...

It was supposed to be another normal night of him trudging into the usual bar he haunted after spending hours hunched over a desk, trying to make the pictures he took work for the article he had been partnered with, where he'd have a drink or two, catch up with the other regulars, and then trudge back home. Except, rather than waltzing in and taking his usual seat at the bar, where his dirty gin martini was already waiting for him, Richard found himself staring across the crowded room as his eyes found them.

They hadn't seen each other in five years; they had facetimed a few times, sure, but they hadn't seen each other in person since the other had left; he hadn't seen them like this in what felt like forever. Without even thinking, he walked away from the person trying to ask how he'd been and pushed through the people lingering between them. There were no words, no hello, what the hell are you doing here, when did you come back, nothing. As if he were acting on reflex, or controlled by someone else, Richard stormed up to them, grabbed them by the collar of their shirt, and pulled them into a heated, desperate kiss.

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@rexheroum gets a starter

It was just another day at the castle. The birds were chirping outside of the kitchen while Skylar, as usual, occupied himself plating the food for the nobles. His father was busy cooking, as usual, but one of the servants allowed in the royal chambers seemed to be sick.

And when someone needed to bring the food all the way up to the prince, of course all fingers pointed at the one less likely to fuck it up: Sky himself.

"Forgive my intrusion, my lord," he excused himself as he finally made it all the way up to Alastair's room, a big silver tray in hand. "I was asked to bring your dinner."

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How Many People are Simping You?

"... Never in my life have I felt a mix of flattered, offended and aroused at the same time. What the hell is this?"

Tagged by: @mosttrusted

Tagging: everyone under the sun, but particularly @popularmxnster

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Derek's statement almost gave Skylar whiplash from how impossibly abrupt it seemed. He looked back at him, green eyes filled with confusion as the chimera tried to process the implications of what he was just hearing.

"Rome!? I can't go to Italy and drop everything. I have a life here--! The diner..."

He trailed off, immediately worried about everything. His father would worry, the diner would struggle, he only had 20 bucks to his name. Not to mention that he didn't speak italian to save his life. Was this truly what it took to survive?

"... Fuck, Derek-- I can't- Damn. Can I at least call my dad?"

"We won't. The plane is fueling up. Hunters are near and there is no way I'm leaving you alone. My maker...he's taking us to Rome"

Rome.

This isn't how he wanted this to happen.

"I always did say I wanted to show you the world."

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The smile in the chimera's lip was genuine as he studied Jasper's reaction to his coffee. Maybe he truly was a people person, because he always found it fulfilling to make someone's day better with a nice meal or a drink. The diner was, after all, his pride and joy.

"Huh-- Yeah, I can sit down for a bit," he confirmed, right after his green eyes scanned the place thoroughly for a few seconds. It was a slow night anyway.

He took the other end of the booth, then. Sitting across from Jasper and offering him a tired smile, but not before he reached over to the counter to pull a mug to pour some coffee for himself. The apron with his name was still clearly on display, and he hugged his now warm mug with confidence.

"Wanna tell me about your week or is it the kind you don't even want to talk about?"

It was nice to have a moment of reprieve from everything that had happened. Losing his father, walking into their own living room to find him laying on the floor, stunned and destroyed by those sent by Weyland-Yutani -- - it haunted him. Maybe not in the same way as a human, but it felt no less real, no less horrific.

They'd tell him nothing he felt was real, that he was just coding, pretending, but unlike Max, Jasper was sure it wasn't true. He was real, he was a person, even if there was no organic heart beating beneath his chest. He felt loss, he felt grief and he mourning.

But he also felt that bitter call of revenge. The Company wouldn't get away with it.

"Well, that's a shame." The seemingly young man teased as he pulled the cup closer to him. "Don't suppose you could spare a minute or two? I wouldn't mind a distraction." He admitted, not wanting to be alone in his own thoughts. "Like I said, it's... been a long week."

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Perhaps it was the supenatural senses of the chimera, but he was overly tuned to the shifts in the angel's body. The tension of his muscles giving in just a little, a heartbeat steadying. He was aware that this small act of affection was soothing, and that was enough for him to linger, stubbornly so. At least until Gadreel pulled back to address him again.

"I speak as if you're always looking some level of constipated, dude. Which you do," he teased in return, understanding that the moment was over and retrieving his arms, giving the angel his personal space back.

"If you ever need a hug, you know where to find me. But you'll have to speak up because I have not developed the ability to read minds yet."

But that was the thing: Skylar didn't need a hug. Quite the contrary; he saw the angel looking broody as usual and wondered if he knew affection. Gadreel was so new to so many things in this world, to the experience of having a physical body too..

The chimera had been thinking about it for a while, until he decided to test it out. Physical touch had always been his love language, so why not share some of it with his resident guardian angel? It's the least Gadreel deserved after being so protective over him.

"I'm not letting go until you smile," he warned, tightening his grip around the angel even when he was definitely the smaller frame.

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Independent angel, GADREEL, from the show, Supernatural. Some canon divergence with influence from personal headcanons. OC, AU, multi-muse && very crossover friendly. Mun && muse 21+

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The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

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"Well, I obviously don't run the diners alone. I've built a good team, they make it easier," he conceeded, smiling humbly at the memory of everything it took to finally make it this far. His father would've been proud. "And the good part is that, as the owner, my job is mostly legal and financial so I don't have to be physically there- I can't believe just 15 years ago I was merely waiting tables."

When Angel offered him the drink, Sky didn't hesitate a single second before bringing it to his lips for a taste. It was nice to be the one on the receiving end of this sort of attention, especially during a time of need.

"... Okay, I definitely have to apologize now. This is much better than I thought it would be," he finally said after enjoying the flavor for a moment. In fact, he had to take a second sip just to make sure it remained as tasty.

"Where'd you come across the recipe for this? Or did you just improvise? Because if it's the latter, I'm definitely gonna hire you to make the drinks at the fifth Reid's."

Skylar laughed, the sound light and relieved. As he began to put the mocktail together in it’s entirety, Angel felt a renewed sense of purpose. This moment was what he had needed; not just a friend to help him feel useful again but a sense of camaraderie forged in the fires of hardship.

“That’s amazing Skylar! Own one restaurant is difficult but four is impressive.” Angel smiled softly, understanding the weight of what Skylar had escaped from. “You’re safe now,” he reassured, his gaze steady. “Stay as long as you need”

As he completely their drinks—Skylar’s humor interlacing with Angel’s creativity—he realized that in this simple act of hospitality, he was reclaiming a part of himself he thought had been lost. Angel had become a refuge for someone else, and in return, perhaps he was finding refuge in their shared journey as well. “Lemon Drop mocktail with a lime twist. Enjoy” the glass rimmed with salt had a wide top and a narrow bottom.

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If these guys were trying to sell him the idea of dropping everything and leaving with them, all the traumatic stories were certainly not helping their case. If anything, it only strengthened his resolve to stay. Now, how to tell them that without losing three clients was the real question.

Thankfully, someone coming in seemed to put a stop to that conversation.

He noticed it too, the scent of blood suddenly feeling the diner. It was enough for him to be on edge and examine the person walking in. Great, he thought. The last thing they needed was more trouble.

"Yeah, the milkshakes. I'll go hand over your order and I'll be right back," Skylar nodded, his voice suddenly becoming a bit more serious over the possibility of a threat. "Keep an eye on that guy for me, will you?"

"Well he wasn't a stranger. He was my best friend. And to be fair, that trip would lead to me being abducted by a cult of Satan worshiping vampires. Turned into a vampire. And then setting myself on fire after my lover left." Nicki huffed.

"Mine led to me in a coma for a year. But it was a stranger that asked me to go. And it led to my ascension into being fae. Gotta say, I'm not sorry for what happened to me." This from Alex.

Andrew stayed silent for a moment.

"Honestly, I've been traveling with these two for years and it's the best time I've ever had. Way better than being in Hell. But I can get it. None of our home lives were very...pleasant. We left the moment we could."

Suddenly all three turned their heads, looking at someone new coming into the shop. Their minds and senses had picked up on the scent of blood.

"We'll make sure you and your dad get home safe tonight."

The bubble dropped and Nicki smiled softly.

"So...that milkshake?"

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It wasn't exactly the kind of story Skylar would willingly share, but considering that Gadreel had just come out of the "closet" by sharing his celestial nature and even mentioned his wings, perhaps Sky had some sense of moral obligation to be as open. It wasn't all too often that someone went out of his way to offer him help and protection, after all.

"... Long story short: I was born a wolf but someone turned me into something else. I survived and escaped, but my pack didn't like my chimerism. I wasn't 'pure' anymore. They made sure I left voluntarily."

Skylar was aware that it was a very vague description of a very complicated story, but it was at least everything Gadreel needed to know to understand why he was a lone wolf... If he could even call himself a wolf anymore.

The angel's kindness wasn't lost on him, and it was only out of instinct that Skylar reached out to touch his arm gently.

"Thank you," he added, squeezing fondly. "This neighborhood, around the diner, it's my territory. If you stay, we can protect each other."

"Your own pack attacked you?" Gadreel couldn't help but question without hesitation, commandeered eyes widening a little at the admission. He supposed it wasn't entirely unheard of, even his own brothers and sisters weren't exactly falling over themselves to greet him wherever they crossed paths, most of them bogged down with what he'd done all those aeons ago. Some truths and far too many lies that had besmirched his name.

"Why?" Was that the wrong question to ask? It wasn't any of his business, he didn't mean to put Skylar on the spot, but that didn't quite quell his curiosity, head lightly titled to the side as if to unwittingly emphasise the fact.

"You misunderstand me, Skylar." The angel noted calmly, his voice low, a deep smoothness to it as though his words could be spread across fresh toast. "I do not believe you are weak. I understand you are more than capable of looking after yourself. But that does not mean you need to do it alone. I am offering you my help." He grimaced just faintly, sitting back a little. "If you want it."

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Oh, it was unfair. His thighs had always been Skylar's weak spot, and not only was Tiago caressing them, no, that evil hand was also drifting closer and closer to Skylar's groin.

"Yeah, I don't have a good thought to spare about the local pack so maybe we should just not spend any braincells on them," he chuckled, actually thankful that Tiago offered him a way out of that emotionally charged conversation.

And it's not like he would get the chance to be petty, not when Tiago's hand was already cupping his bulge so shamelessly. Skylar's legs spread even further in a much more obvious manner now, which made his pants look that much tighter under Tiago's touch.

"Someone's gotten a lot bolder since the last time we met," he whispered, leaning back on the couch as a clear statement that, indeed, Tiago was allowed to touch.

"I haven't even been here for five minutes and you're feeling me up already- I don't know if I should be flattered or offended." A tease, gentle and absolutely empty. He loved being touched and it showed in the way that bulge started to grow.

Tiago tried not to smile as his touch made the other's legs spread subtly, his scent changing ever so slightly. It was a losing battle, hand drifting higher as Skylar continued.

"It's more complicated than that, isn't it?" He offered, fingers squeezing his thigh. He understood the resentment, but it was hard to sit idly and let them be wiped out--if it came to that. It hadn't, so far. "But let's not discuss people that hate us. How about that."

Tiago tilted his head, meeting Skylar's eyes with a hint of a smile. Fingers slowly dancing even higher on his thigh, "Don't worry about it. It was the least I could do..." He shifted closer, tension thickening in the air around them. The good kind.

"Besides, another good part of going unnoticed is we can entertain each other however we might like." He grinned, hand closing around the bulge in Skylar's pants, squeezing it gently. Taking every inch that was given him and then some. "Seems like you've been needing a little entertainment, buddy." He licked his lips, letting the moment stretch, feeling Skylar under his hand. "Let me help?"