Y/N: We'll get the job done if you two can manage not to kill each other when I'm gone.
Damian: Oh please, we're not children.
[Y/N leaves]
Damian: eat shit and die.
Tim: yes, fuck you.
seteth having to balance Dragon Libido with his careful + romantic nature đđ
/slams hands down on table/
God DAMNIT anon, that's the good shit right there.
I just adore the idea that Seteth will spend all of this time and energy ensuring your comfort- even up to the moment when you're beneath him in bed and he's achingly hard for you, ready to drive into you. And still, he takes a moment to check in, "are you absolutely certain that you want this?" And by now it's almost funny and a little exasperating, but you smile and reassure him (yet again) and the next thing you feel is his manhood spreading you open and stretching you inch by inch as he enters you. Your legs tremble and your arms wrap around his strong shoulders as he rocks his hips into you, massaging your inner walls until he's pushing in as deep as he'll fit and you feel that pang of pleasure and pain as he hits your core. He makes love like he prays, focused and devoted, and humbled by the presence of an angel in his bed.
Then- at long last, you both reach your release. You, biting back a whimpering moan, and him groaning into the crook of your neck. As your heart pounds and you regain your breath, you hear him utter your name. There's adoration in his voice, but also something tense and unresolved.
"Can you take any more?"
"huh?" He definitely came- you can feel him dripping down your inner thigh. But he repeats himself, and you recognize his tone from the battlefield- an urgent, forceful tone he's never used with you before,
"are you able to continue?"
You nod, giving a meek, "mm... Uh-huh," and without another word, Seteth turns you over onto your stomach, and his hands grip your hips tightly. You can feel his heart pounding when his chest presses against you from behind, and as you feel the slick head of his cock nudge at your entrance, he musters all of his focus to say,
"promise you will tell me if I hurt you."
â Sero Hanta â
âłdedicated to @kamiseros âĄ
Oh Lord I canât unsee this
Mmumechii on Instagram
this really has to be the horniest and most pro-monsterfuckers twitter account of any blockbuster ever
Meanwhile at the daycare
They wonât shut up about why he wears the mask.Â
This isnât anything new. Youâve heard it all before.Â
Maybe, then, itâs the rookie inside of you still burning to be included, to be acknowledged, accepted, that makes you flick your mic on with a single press of your stupid little finger. Makes you open your stupid little mouth, and say:Â
âYouâre all wrong, boys; heâs just keeping my seat warm."Â
(a joke at your lieutenantâs expense has unexpected consequences.)
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