#flexibility🙏

[tirfpikachu]

GYNS I GOT IT ??????????????

I GOT THE JOB I ACTUALLY. DID IT

I FREAKING DID IT I'M SIGNING THE CONTRACT SOON AND THEN STARTING PAID TRAINING I'M LOSING MY MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm still in fuckign SHOCK

[lunasilvis]

Working on a health & fitness application really steered me into the desire to get more flexible 🤸‍♀️

[lessnearthesun]

Costco hired me on the spot 🙏

[mishkakagehishka]

Onto greener pastures, the job search continues

[anomalys-bane]

this is what human mating practices should look like

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

If I could look for contortion videos on YouTube without getting literal porn in the search results that would be nice thanks

[emmaspolaroid]

i am TIRED but I am gonna get this money and i will be so goddamn good at artist alleys!!!

[adventuresofeme-sea]

Thank you for the beautiful art. I am looking respectfully. 🥵😏

I should redo these solely because there are some areas on them that are just real bad

[gatorbites-imagines]

“Viltrumites are actually aliens Mark (cuz I love the weird, body horror, and oviposition :3c)”

Me: (leans forward in chair, putting hands together) yes, please tell more of this Mark that includes weird, body horror and especially oviposition 🙏

I honestly would love to hear how Mark treats normal Reader and their eggs. Would Mark being the one to carry them or Reader? 🤔

“Viltrumites are actually aliens” Mark Grayson 

Honestly, this au only comes from me being a fiend who likes monsters. This has no good solid background yet, its just me being annoying. Its also mostly me rambling about oviposition... 

So like, aliens, huh?  

Im always a big sucker for aliens who take a human form to fit in, so imagine that viltrumites are like that. Their true forms are hard to comprehend and understand, so they take a human-like shape to be easier to perceive. 

Mark would have a more solid human form compared to other viltrumites because of his mom. Other viltrumites would be just kinda, blank to look at, kinda like dolls with no pores or inperfections. 

Marks less human attributes start showing after he gains his powers. Like him losing all his teeth at once, only to be replaced with a new pair that just... bursts out through his gums. They look the exact same but... they feel different. 

His tongue becomes a lot looser, bendable and can extend or shrink.  

His joints become extremely loose, like he can stretch his limbs beyond human levels, and sometimes it just looks like he doesnt have bones inside, just liquid. Flexible beyond belief, and doesnt technically need to breathe air. 

Mark realizes he doesnt need to eat or drink to survive, he has no idea what he actually runs on but he keeps going, he also keeps eating and drinking for comfort. 

Mark realizing he can rip himself open, survive and just watch his guts move about. His insides move around for comfort and safety, like, all his vital parts crawl up into his ribcage during fights.  

Viltrumites having more than one heart, but they arent perceivable by human standards, and they form a “heart” to fit the body standard they take. 

Marks eyes reflecting light like animals when you take pictures with flash on.  

Now, on to the oviposition. 

Actual alien viltrumites producing eggs to breed and further their species. Technically they could breed in a more human way, but their bodies much prefer eggs, both laying and carrying. 

Mark carries an “egg-sack” in his abdomen, kinda like a uterus. It doesn't really do anything unless his body is like “yo, mate, mates ready, mates fertile, go go go! Eggs! EGGS!!” and then start producing as quickly as possible because of their biology wanting to breed as much as possible. 

Mark starts having cramps, hes not really sure what it is in the beginning, maybe he just thinks hes stressed or constipated, until he wakes up and god fuck his dick is aching. It doesnt outright hurt but its uncomfortable, and so so wet. 

He would og into something like a heat or a rut, but its not completely like omegaverse. Instead, he starts sweating, salivating, his insides feel looser, his skin doesnt fit the same. His jaw feels uneven, he bites hard into his pillow cuz his jaws just clamp shut like an alligator.  

Mark would have no idea why hes aching but so fucking horny, his dick feels so heavy and his balls ache. Before he knows it, hes stumbled and flown to where the reader is staying, feeling like a salivating wolf. 

Actual alien vilrumite Mark tumbling in through the window, crumbling onto the floor and just immediately humping the carpet cuz the whole room smells like mate. His abdomen hurts even more, and it feels kind alike he has to pee but its so mcuh heavier and bigger. 

Insert reader being like, “what the hell is going on mark?”, and helping him up. The crotch of his shorts is just soaked, and when they finally get them wrestled down to check whats up, reader notices how flushed and wet Marks cock is. 

His slit looks raw and open, like, wide enough that you could push a finger inside and wiggle is about. Mark just starts rubbing his face into readers shoulder, drooling and whimpering, begging for the reader to take his ovum, cuz somehow his animal brain knows what it is. 

Readers not gonna let him just do whatever, cuz hes really out of it, so it just ends up with them on the bed, both sitting on their knees, marks back against the readers chest. And reader is just... kinda milking his dick into some container of some kind. 

The eggs are orbs, a bit bigger than a marble. Theyre solid but has a squishiness to them when you press on them. They are a cloudy white in color, and Marks cum is extra sticky when hes like this.  

The entire time, Mark is crying, both because it feels good, but also because hes so heartbroken that you won't take his ovum. He made them just for you, why won't you take them? Wasnt he so good for you? There are so many, there must be some that are good enough for you to take them, right? 

Later, you guys figure out through a lot of experimentation, that Mark starts producing “ovum” when you are “extra fertile”. It takes a while to figure out when this is, but apparently its if you jerk off and dont wash the evidence off, cuz the scent makes Marks biology go “oh, our mate must be ready for our clutch”. 

I think you guys also can change where the eggs go, like, if you top and Mark bottoms, then his body starts realizing “hey, we arent planting eggs anywhere, our mate is trying to inseminate ours” and then starts keeping them in his egg sack. Youd have to dock him to fertilize them though. 

Hes always losing control of his more human shape when this goes on, and you can mostly tell because he starts panting with his tongue out, and its long enough to lick his own chest without him even trying.

Always ends up with some really deep tongue kissing, cuz he ends up losing control of his tongue.

He might also just get extra worked up during spring, mostly cuz his body is going “oh, everyone else is fucking and breeding, we should too” 

He also just gets more red, like, hes sweating, flushed like hes been working out, but his sweat doesnt smell bad. Mark would get more clingy too, snuffling at the readers armpits, or anywhere else his sweat is strong, cuz thats where the readers scent is concentrated.  

[dark-dragon-8]

Can someone please recommend fics where Dick talks about Jason as his "Baby brother" and people always think he's a kid or something, but then they meet him and just blue screen, because this is a 6'0 dude, decked out in guns as though he's a Christmas tree and they're his ornaments, (bonus points if he threatens to shoot anyone making a move on Dick), and built like a fridge standing next to the superhero version of a flexible sunshine.

Please, I'm begging you, I need these fics for my 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

Also, on that note, if anyone has any fics where Bruce talks about all his kids as his "Babies" and then introduces them to the JL and pretty much the same thing happens, only Bruce adds the whole "I birthed them all" thing (whether it's as a joke or he's actually a cryptid, I don't care).

Please 🙏

[skmhlml]

Note: next I’m thinking of doing a sassy Enderman. Playing Minecraft while doing this. Big mama is a cave dweller 😈🙏

𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑭!𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓

Ask: Do you think the Enderman would absolutely love to look F!reader in the eyes while doing the devils tango just to read all their thoughts on the situation?

Warning: jaw dropping, dick throbbing, cock sucking, mouth drooling, grandmama kicking headcannons.

(divider made by @sisterlucifergraphics)

He craves understanding—deep, primal knowledge of what’s yours, what’s his, and how tightly he can entwine the two until there’s no difference.

The moment you meet his eyes—those swirling, luminescent galaxies of violet and void—you’re caught. Not just in the usual “don’t look or he’ll aggro” kind of way, no. You’re ensnared in a far more intimate trap: his ability to see into you. Your fear. Your desire. Every pulse of lust, every flicker of resistance. It’s like a psychic thread between you two, and during sex? It becomes something transcendent.

He’s not gentle—never truly gentle, not with a body buzzing with teleportation energy and a need to own you from the inside out. Every movement is a claim. Every thrust, deep and aching, is laced with barely restrained hunger. But the moment he tilts your chin up, long fingers curling under your jaw, and forces you to look into his eyes—it’s over.

And that just makes him go harder. The more conflicted, flustered, needy you become, the more possessive his touch gets. He’s obsessed with the push and pull of your psyche—of watching your mind crumble beneath the pleasure he gives you. He doesn’t need you to say anything out loud; your thoughts, screaming in raw, electric pleasure, are so much better.

His eyes glow brighter when you’re on the edge, and you swear you can feel him inside your mind whispering things.

He doesn’t let you look away, either. Tries to lock your gaze until the exact moment you fall apart—wants to watch your thoughts spiral into incoherence when you cum around him, overwhelmed by the weight of his body and the power of his stare.

He doesn’t just want to fuck your body—he wants to own your soul.

Beneath that smooth, tall, void-like body lies a nest of tendrils—inky black, shifting with an eerie sort of grace, like smoke made solid. They emerge from his lower abdomen, twitching and writhing in anticipation the moment he has you exactly where he wants you: bare, pinned, and shaking under his gaze.

The first time you feel one of them coil around your thigh, it’s curious. Looking in your eyes to see your reaction…Teasing. Cold. But it warms quickly, pulsing with heat and need—mirroring his own arousal.

Then there’s two. Three. One wrapped around your throat, holding—not choking, but commanding. Another stroking between your thighs with obscene precision, as if it’s memorized the way your body reacts.

And when he finally slides one inside you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt.

His eyes squint and tilt to the side in adoration.

It’s flexible, not like any human cock, and it moves inside you, wriggling and curling with impossible angles—designed to hit every spot you didn’t know you had. He watches your mind shatter in real time, those glowing eyes locked onto yours like a predator cataloging every twitch, every gasp, every little synapse firing off in your overwhelmed brain.

Your thoughts scream:

This shouldn’t feel good—what is that? What is he doing to me?”

“More, more, more—please, fuck—”

He drinks it in…

And just when you think you’ve reached your limit? Another tendril slides in. Stretching you, curling up into you like it’s rearranging your insides to mold to his shape. Two working in tandem, pulsing, moving in rhythm. One curling around your nipple, teasing. Another lashing gently at your clit, flicking and stroking with hypnotic precision. It’s overwhelming—a symphony of sensations that shouldn’t even be possible.

He’s not speaking, but his mind presses against yours with words you feel more than hear:

“Let me in. Let me break you. You don’t need to think anymore, just feel me—fill you—own you.”

And you do

You unravel under him, your body not just fucked but conquered. Your mind isn’t safe either—he’s crawled into your thoughts like a virus. By the time he’s done with you, you’re trembling, twitching, ruined. Barely human anymore yourself, molded by the hands—and tendrils—of something older, darker.

[aryaryxoxo]

Almost Died… but Still Flirting #soshiro hoshina x vice captain!reader. ⤷ @drratiosgaybathtub OMG YOU DID THE LAST ONE JUSTICE!! It was so good omg if you have time or want another idea I have another… :3 so Hoshina x defense force officer y/n BUT except they are really flexible but a hard hitter on the battle field and Hoshina finds out by seeing them train one night 🙏

A powerful blast tore through the air like a thunderclap.

The Kaiju that had been terrorizing the city didn’t even have time to react. One second it was roaring, towering over the shattered skyline—and the next, it was split clean down the middle. Its massive body crashed to the ground in two smoldering halves, the earth trembling beneath the weight of its fall.

“Kaiju has been eliminated,” came your voice through Soshiro’s earpiece—steady, clear, and completely unshaken.

But he had already seen it for himself. How you stood tall atop a nearby building, the wind whipping at you. Your arms were still extended forward, gauntlets glowing faintly from the energy discharge, smoke hissing from the vents. The ground where you stood was cracked from the recoil.

That hit—it wasn’t just powerful. It was brutal, precise, and final. The kind of strike that left no room for retaliation.

Soshiro didn’t say anything, but in the silence of his thoughts, he acknowledged it: you didn’t just eliminate the Kaiju. You ended it.

“Alright, let’s wrap it up,” Captain Mina’s voice broke the moment, clear through the earpiece. “Great work, team.”

This mission had been a joint operation between the 3rd and 5th Divisions. “Let’s meet at the base,” the 5th Division’s captain added, already giving further orders.

After coordinating with the remaining Defense Force officers on how to recover and quarantine the Kaiju’s remains, Soshiro made his way to the temporary base—a converted mobile command center in the mall’s parking lot.

As he entered, the smell of gunpowder and ozone still hung in the air. The division captains were already there, discussing post-op reports around a flickering digital map.

And just a few steps away, leaning against a support beam, arms crossed, and still wearing those scorched gauntlets—stood the 5th Division’s vice captain.

You.

The one who hit like a cannon. The one who didn’t just fight Kaiju—flattened them.

“Now that was a showstopper,” Soshiro said as he approached you, his tone laced with impressed amusement.

You turned to him, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” he replied without missing a beat, eyes lingering on the still-smoking gauntlets strapped to your arms.

Before either of you could say more, Captain Mina said, “Thank you for coming all the way out here,” to your superior.

“Ah, it’s no biggie,” your captain waved it off casually. “We’ve been chasing that monster for weeks. Still puzzles me, though—why it came all the way out here.”

Soshiro folded his arms, gaze narrowing slightly. “Yeah. That part doesn’t sit right with me either. Kaiju don’t usually wander without a reason.”

“Then maybe it’s time we start asking the right questions,” your captain muttered, eyes scanning the remnants of the battlefield. “We’ll be taking the body to our base by tomorrow. Hopefully the lab techs can make sense of it.”

Before the conversation turned too grim, Soshiro spoke up again. “How about you stay one more day? We’re hosting a dinner tonight—fancy place, decent food.”

Your captain glanced sideways at you, one brow raised in question.

You just shrugged, giving a small grin. “Sure, why not. Let’s give them a treat. They’ve earned it.”

…

Soshiro was supposed to be getting ready for dinner. But his feet carried him somewhere else.

The training room.

He passed a few soldiers along the way—some from the 3rd Division, others from the visiting 5th. The base was packed, but it was quiet enough that he expected the training hall to be empty.

He pushed open the doors without a second thought—and froze.

There you were. In the center of the mat, bathed in the soft light of the overhead panels. Your back arched, arms stretched behind you in a deep bend that looked more like a yoga pose than combat prep. Your body formed a perfect curve, spine bowed like a drawn bowstring, eyes closed in focus.

For half a second, Soshiro genuinely thought you were meditating.

Then—snap—your body coiled like a spring, faster than his eyes could track. In a single fluid motion, your heel kicked off the ground, twisting you midair as you reached behind your back and pulled—a gleam of silver flashing in your hand.

A blade flew.

It cut through the air with deadly precision and whistled past Soshiro’s cheek—close enough that he felt the sting of displaced wind against his skin. The blade embedded itself into the wall behind him with a solid, final thunk.

He didn’t even flinch. Just stared.

You landed in a crouch, one hand braced on the mat, the other raised slightly in balance. Breathing steady. Eyes finally opening to meet his.

“…I thought this room would be empty,” you said, voice casual, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at your lips.

Soshiro blinked, still processing what he just saw. “Were you doing… yoga? Or trying to kill me?”

You stood and rolled your shoulder like it was nothing. “Stretching. And also practicing. Can't waste flexibility like this.”

Soshiro looked from you, to the blade stuck in the wall, then back to you. “Remind me never to spar with you on an empty stomach.”

You gave a little bow. “Noted. But no promises.”

You grabbed your water bottle from the corner and made your way toward him, footsteps light and casual despite what just happened.

“But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t spar with you,” Soshiro replied, arms crossed, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You raised a brow, playful. “Is that a threat, Vice Captain?”

“More like an invitation.”

You blinked—then grinned. “So… a date, then?”

“If it involves you teaching me how to bend like that,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward where you’d twisted your body like it had no bones, “then yes. I’d love to ask you on a date.”

You gave him a look. “Vice Captain Soshiro’s idea of a date is sparring. Why am I not surprised?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Well, if you’re good enough to almost kill me in a training room, I think you’re good enough to keep up with me over dinner.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you brushed past him toward the door. “Careful, Soshiro. Keep talking like that and I might just fall for you.”

“Then I’ll keep talking,” he said, following after you.

...

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY IM SO SORRY AJKSDNJADA SO MANY SHIT IS GOING AJSDNJADS FANFIC CURSE IS REAL!??!?!? and also new layout hihi

[rottenspawn]

Omg, I NEED MORE DW X FORSAKEN🙏🙏 can you pretty PLEASE do Looey! Player x forsaken🙏 MY BOY NEEDS MORE ATTENTION 😭😭

(if you can ofc, if not then that's okay!!)

POPP’IN BALLONS

(HOLY SPICE WHERE R YALL COMING FROM)

—SHEDLETSKY SKIN BC I SAY SO🎈

—your Elliot line is “AH THAT HURT! I might pop soon got some spare helium pAl?”🎈

—Extremely flexible and your voice gets more squeaky the lower health🎈

—Your custom sword is a literal pin(friendly fire ah) 🎈

—When you die you get a custom death where your body literally explodes into air🎈

—Everytime John Doe hears reader’s squeaky ah voice bro contemplates his life decisions oh nah🎈

—Looey!Reader might be going insane idk

EXTRA

“…”🍭

“…”🎈

“DAAAAD CAN WE BUY THIS BALLOON?”🍭

“WIAT WHAT-“🎈

[ghostcam4812]

Dandy's World Finn Redesign!

(My version/AU) Finn!!! Our favorite pun-making pal… Remember these r just my headcanons and you don't have to agree! ^_^

Also I'm so sorry the cartoon vers looks worse than my usual ones 😭😭😭🙏... I forgot how to draw it since I got rusty and didn't reference my past ref sheets LOL. why does he have fingers 💔🙁. Opposed to many other Toons, Finn is not very complex; outside of his strange physical properties. Finn is a Toon made of glass and filled with water, with biological fins and webs, as well as a fish tail. The glass is flexible, bendy, yet still somewhat fragile and breakable. Unlucky for him, he is clumsy, and prone to falling and hitting things, causing him to crack and require fixing. And after the Handlers leave, it becomes a real responsibility- he can't FIX glass... so a crack is a real danger to his well-being. It's made him more nervous to do the things he likes, and be as hyper as he usually is, because he knows one day... it won't just be a crack. And a bandaid won't be enough to fix it. But hey, as long as there's water to refill him, he can't really die or anything silly like that. Right??? ...Finn loves all things aquatic or semi-aquatic, and dreams of nothing more but to be able to swim in the ocean! Unfortunately, he is too heavy to swim, as he just... sinks. In result, he must wear a life jacket and floaties when around water or when "going swimming"...so he floats instead of sinking... but that's not really swimming, is it? :( He is a joyous Toon, whether he's nervous about his glass body or not. He loves to make puns, he loves to be around his friends and talk to everyone about everything!! And by everything, of course I mean everything aquatic. Fish, sea plants, water itself, but especially the fish. Who could not like something that breathes water? I mean, it's just SO cool!!!!! It doesn't really matter if Toons don't understand his puns all the time. He gets them, and he loves them!! As his head is shaped like a fish bowl, and he has such love for fish, of course he had to get a pet fish! And they're always together, of course. Chancey is his best friend, a beautiful and intelligent gold fish! Except for when she tries to swim down his throat. That isn't as fun. But hey, of course there's always risks with his body! He could never hold it against Chancey. (Also, I know he has a toy fish in canon with a pre-existing name, but, I forgot about it while working on him for the AU/MV, and I like Chancey too much to change it now!) I don't know what else to put here, besides that he's forgetful (unlike Chancey!), and uhm... have a reel fin-tastic day?

Dandy's World art & hc/au info requests open (including OCs for art) in my ask box! I will have delayed responses (as of posting), especially to things I want to give art with on my answer! :}

I'll do my best to keep posting frequently!! But if I go silent for a while, do not fear, I shall return! 🤺

[hyukalyptus]

drunk sex with kai🙏😻

i don’t drink but i do smoke so let’s say ~intoxicated~ or high lol but same idea i getchu mama 🫡

cw. weed ig, high!kai x high!reader, sex, kissing, nipple play, a little bit of spit, hair pulling, dirty talk.

bro i will never stfu about high sex with kai. ugh just how needyyyy he gets </3 looking at you from across the couch with his stupid grin and red eyes. maybe ur just friends so its rly surprising when he’s like “god i wanna bend you over this couch and fuck you so hard right now…” and u almost think ur hearing things.

and then he realizes, shit, he said that out loud, huh? but he decides to go with it. gets a little closer and he’s like “i wanna spread ur legs and pound u into this couch until ur crying for me”

and ur face turns from surprised to turned on and he can tell. oh he can fucking tell. “wanna fuck you from behind so i can spank u and leave a red mark on ur ass”

and y’all finally fall into the sloppiest, nastiest, dirtiest makeout u’ve ever had. and with kai??? ur definitely not supposed to be doing this with him. but fuck do his lips feel like heavenly cotton candy and u can’t get enough.

ur not sure when exactly it happened, but he’s ripped all ur clothes off and u’ve done the same w his. and ur mouth waters at how goddamn sexy he is—ur not sure why he’s always hiding under his hoodies but now you want him all to urself so you don’t mind.

and he spreads ur legs so wide u didn’t even know u were that flexible. and he’s kissing you and pulling ur hair and drooling on ur nipples and rubbing ur clit with his thumb and why have you never done this before??

and ur orgasm feels like you’ve lifted off the bed and descended into hell where you’ll never stop committing nasty sex acts w him bc you never want it to stop.

[revelboo]

Politely begging for more Skywarp 😭🙏🙏 You're singlehandedly feeding us Skywarp fans (he's so fine wtf)

He’s not used to someone as stubborn as he is. They’re both just idiots, though. 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Stop Talking Pt 5

IDW Skywarp x Reader

• Too bad there’s nothing there to handle? Those words paired with you sliding that soft hand over his paneling is pure challenge. Optics narrowing as you arch your brows at him. And fine. You want to play this game? Feels your fingers flirting with his seams, mercilessly teasing because you think you can with impunity. Dragging you up against him, hearing you suck in a breath as you’re forced up on your toes is so lovely. Savoring the exact moment you realize you’d screwed up when he frees himself. No smart comeback now as he rolls his hips against you.

• Lips parting as your free hand lands on his canopy and tries to push him back as he moves against you, rubbing something hard against you. And he’s baring his denta in that all too familiar grin like he just won. Allowing you to lean back enough to see his spike, fully erect and pulsing with his biolights as he rubs himself against you. Proving he does in fact have quite a bit to handle. It’s that smug look on his face, though that makes you laugh. “So you just whip that out to win arguments? Or are you just that desperate to be touched?”

• “What?” Servos flexing on your arm, he stares down at you. That’s not the reaction he’d expected. Heat spilling through him as you refuse to back down. Wings flaring out, he’s at a loss for a moment. “As if I’d want to be touched by a human. You don’t even know what to do with a spike.”

• “And you do?” You laugh, fingers still splayed on his canopy. Enjoying watching him flounder, because for all his bluster, he’s not making a move to touch you. And you suspect he’s not sure what to do now. Was he expecting to whip his spike out and you’d shut up and just run away? “At least I’m not a virgin.” But you’re almost positive he is.

• “What’s that mean?” He growls, wings lifting aggressively when you just laugh at him. Has no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s obviously an insult of some sort. Before he can demand you tell him, a soft fingertip slides along the underside of his spike and he freezes. Expression absolutely wicked, you wrap your fingers around him and tug, his entire frame shuddering as an embarrassing noise of need escapes him. And he can’t speak, can’t move, because he’s afraid you’ll stop touching him. One soft hand stroking his spike, the other still on his canopy.

• Almost losing it when your big, scary alien actually whines just because you’re stroking him, you bite into the inside of your cheek. Maybe he is that desperate to be touched. If so, he’s just handed you the advantage. Because you’re almost sure you have the one bargaining chip he won’t be able to deny. “On your knees,” you whisper as his optics flash at you and you fist him. Feel him shudder at your touch and make that sound again. Letting go of him as he lowers himself to his knees, still so much bigger than you are, but looking up at you now. Expression desperate and angry when you push against his chassis until he eases back to sit on his legs. “You’re more flexible than I’d have guessed.” Talking because despite how turned on you are at the fact that he’s obeying you, you’re still nervous. “Keep your hands to yourself.” Straddling him with his spike trapped between your bodies, you loop an arm around his neck and move against him.

• Denta bared and wings trembling as you grind yourself against him, his servos curl into fists. Can scent you, wants to taste you, touch you. But afraid if he grabs you, the game will end. Hips lifting slightly, spike aching as you make a soft sound, rubbing yourself along his length. This is torture. “Please.” Hates the low, hitching growl in his voice. The need. But then you’re lifting up, reaching between you to find his spike and guide him to you. And he almost loses control when you lower yourself, wet, silken heat enveloping his spike, taking him deep. “Move. Please, move.”

• Oh, he is needy. Hips lifting when you try to raise up as if to stay inside you. “Hands,” you murmur when he grips your hips. And to your surprise he lets his touch fall away with a frustrated little noise. So he can be taught with the right motivation. “Good, that’s good.” Gripping his chassis, you move against him, riding him. Feeling that spike stroking deep as those whines shift into low, rumbling growls. He’s bigger than you are, much stronger, but right now? You’re in charge and it’s a heady feeling. “You can touch.” And those big, warm hands roam over you. Exploring as you take your time, body coiling tight with every deep slide of his spike inside you. Leaning forward so his mouth can stroke against your throat, that little shift changing his angle just enough to send you over the edge. Hear him venting against your skin as his hands find your hips and he moves you along his spike as you come apart. Feel his denta gripping your shoulder hard enough to hurt when he shudders under you and releases.

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