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Tales of the Hooded Figure- Serpent of the Vale Part 2

The Figure was brought back from its meditation by the sound of groaning. Looking over to the nearby bed they could see the covers shifting as the woman slowly forced herself to sit up. She looked pretty exhausted and beaten, but most of the damage from the previous day seemed to have healed over.

Now sure that she was fine, they curiously watched her for a moment, interested to see what her next action would be. She seemed confused as to how she arrived at her own bed and how her wounds had been treated, probably expecting to have died after a blast like that. She groaned again as she tried to get up from the bed, giving up completely and sitting back down. They hoped they hadn’t broken anything.

She turned on her side, eyes lazily scanning her own room before completely freezing in place. She seemed to have noticed them. Quickly she reached for where they assumed she kept her sword, but it was nowhere to be found.

“If you’re looking for your weapon it shattered during our fight last night” They explained. She did not seem pleased “If it makes you feel better I broke my arm doing that”

She seemed to study them for a moment, unsure of what to make of the figure before her. Without their cloak there was no hiding what they were. An automaton, a machine with a vaguely human shape, a metal puppet. They had gone through great effort to be more than simply that, but that would always be the first reaction of those who saw them.

“It does not” She replied. Not taking her eyes away from them “Why did you bring me here?”

“You were wounded” They answered, earning an unamused look from her. It had been their fault after all “I’m very sorry for that”

She sighed “I do believe I started it, so I cannot blame you for defending yourself” There was still annoyance in her voice, but it seemed they were only partially to blame for that “Why have you journeyed here in the first place? There is no treasure to be found and no secret to be uncovered in these woods”

“I came here for you” They admitted “I heard stories of the fiend that chased away all who dared enter these woods and decided to look into it”

“Have any of you adventurous types considered that the fiend just wants to be left alone?” She shot the figure a death glare. Her human eyes threatening to be replaced by the spirals of her monstrous form.

“I… I didn’t consider that” They suddenly felt very foolish in their decision

“Of course. You hear tale of a demon and you come kill it with no mercy, but as soon as that demon reveals itself to be a beautiful woman you must do what you can to protect her” Once more she hit the nail on the head and a pang of guilt echoed through their metal frame.

“I wanted to understand that actually” They replied “What happened to you?” ‘and what can I do to fix it?’ was implied in their tone, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman before them.

With a sigh she pushed herself out of the bed and made her way to her closet. She was a towering figure even in her human form and the tattoos that covered her body still gave her the menacing air of her fiendish counterpart.

“If you expect a tale of a poor maiden cursed into taking the form of a terrible demon, then you have come to the wrong place” She bluntly explained as she put on some actual clothes “I’m Amano. I’m a fiend born in the village of Ta Oshi and for three hundred years I rampaged through the Vale, driven by hunger, rage and greed”

That was not the most promising start to a story, but still they listened.

“Until one day an adventurer defeated me” her hand instinctively moved to cover the scar across her chest “Even though I caused nothing but chaos and destruction for centuries, the adventurer still believed there was good in me. So they lifted their magic sword aloft and with one final stroke they split the good and evil in me into two beings… except they failed”

Her fist clenched at the memory of the event. Disdain heavy in her voice.

“Now I live this split life. I cannot lead a human life without risking everyone around me, and if I simply embrace the demon inside me… I wouldn’t be able to speak or thing, I’d be consumed by that same hunger again” She had debated those options over and over again, fearful of both outcomes yet unable to find a third “So came here, to the city and the end of the world and hid away alone in its woods”

She turned around, looking them in the eyes as she spoke “And that’s how I intend to stay”

The same message from before blared in their mind ‘Immediate action: Eliminate threat’ and in that moment they felt nothing but sympathy for the fiend

“I… understand” They answered. Amano scoffed, but they continued “I know what it’s like to have a part of you that you’re afraid will hurt others. To constantly try to be better because you’re afraid of what will happen if you don’t. To have to isolate yourself and hide who you are”

Amano looked at them, stunned for a moment as she parsed what they just said “Who are you, stranger?”

The figure pondered that, unsure of how to answer

“I’m someone who wishes to help” Was all they could really share. Not much compared to the life story Amano had shared with them “I know you said you’d rather be alone, but I think we both could use the help with being better people, and we have both proven we can keep up with each other in case of an outburst”

She seemed to consider it for a moment, before letting out a hearty chuckle “I do like your proposition, but I would like to know the name of my new companion”

“I don’t have one” they admitted. Amano did not seem taken aback one bit.

“Then I shall call you Haia” She announced. ‘Haia: Old Vale word for ‘Nimble’’ the voice in their mind translated. They had never been given a name before. It felt so strange, but in a pleasant way.

“Haia” they repeated “I think I like that name”

She chuckled again.

“Very well, Haia. Get me a new sword and you’ll always be welcome in my home”

Haia smile as best as their metallic faceplate would allow

“Consider it done”

#dnd #dnd5e #warforged #warforged monk #original character #original story #City of Falling Leaves

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Tales of the Hooded Figure- Serpent of the Vale Part 1

The figure slowly dragged themself through the woods. Rain drummed against their exposed metal body, their cloak now enveloping the unconscious woman in their arms. She was considerably taller than they were, so carrying her was proving to be a challenge, especially with their broken servos.

The fiend burst out from between the trees, its beak closing around the figure before they could process what was happening. Reflexively they moved to defend themself. Their arms struggling to keep the fiend from closing its beak and snapping their head off

Soon they found a cottage hidden in these woods. No one else lived in these parts of the woods, afraid of the terrible fiend that guarded it, so this must be where she lived. For a moment they wondered how it must be for her to live in this place all by herself, but several warnings blared in their mind, reminding them of the urgency they were in. Walking inside, they laid her in her bed and removed the wet cloak from around her. With a slow and deliberate gesture winds circled them both, the warmth of their body keeping her warm and dry. Their body radiated a lot of heat right now, but they would deal with that later.

Heat built up in their body as their motors continued to work faster and faster, always keeping them a hair away from being torn to bits. Between the fiend’s beak, claws and sword, they hardly had time to counter attack. Still the heat continued to grow and that gave them an idea. Concentrating it and redirecting it they let out a fiery breathe, like the dragons of legend, forcing the creature to retreat.

They calmly cleaned and treated her wounds, before collapsing onto a nearby chair. She would live, now it was time to make sure they would do the same. A lot of the minor damage would heal itself over time, but they needed to tend to the more extreme stuff. Like the piece of wood firmly planted on their side. They quietly thanked whoever designed them for not giving them pain receptors and yanked the thing with a single pull.

The fiend seemed to effortlessly soar above the treeline. Its powerful snake like body launching it over the woods with ease. As interesting a display as that was, they could not let that creature escape now or it would come back to cause havoc again. They leaped after it, landing once atop a tree, then again on the creature’s tail, before launching themself over it’s head and spinning around to drive a powerful spinning kick to its head.

With a thunderous sound the beast stopped and for a moment they were hopeful that this would be over, but soon its wings beat again. The wind pushed them away and before they could get their bearings, the beast cracked its tail like a whip and sent the figure crashing against the trees.

Patching up the several holes in their body was a slow and delicate task, but it certainly beat walking around with half a tree’s worth of wood splinters piercing them, and by the time they were done their motors had finally began to cool down, now there was only one thing left to fix.

Opening up their right arm they found most of the parts that comprised it had nearly completely shattered. The fiend had not done this to them. This was self inflicted. A side effect of pushing their body far beyond its mechanical limit.

The figure was beaten, strained and tired, but so was the fiend. It struggled to drag itself forward, sword still in hand, spiral like eyes staring them down, but now they had just enough time for one last push. “The body and the spirit, amplify” they began to recite as they prepared their final blow “Break every limit” the fiend leaped towards them as it too made one final attack “Maximize!” Air exploded out of their fist, blowing the leaves clean out of the surrounding trees and opening a crater on the ground. 

Yet laying inside that crater was no longer the body of a demon, but that of a woman of the Vale. Her towering body covered in the same markings as the fiend they had fought. As quickly as they could they rushed to her side, checking for her vitals. They had never been this grateful that a foe had been tougher than expected.

Leaning back on the chair, they finally allowed themself to relax. The day had been long and even a mechanical body required rest. Still the same message had been echoing in their mind so they found the woman “Immediate action: Eliminate threat” They dismissed it with annoyance every time. She was no threat and they were still unsure if she was an enemy.

It was easy to judge a giant monster that had attacked them without a warning, but the more they thought about it the less they could justify seeing her as that. Even in their fiendish form she only seemed to fight to drive people away, never to kill… until they pushed her to it that was.

Going into low power mode, they decided to meditate on their harsh actions and their consequences. Whatever decisions were necessary, could be made in the morning. For now they both needed rest

#dnd #dnd5e #warforged #warforged monk #original character #original story #City of Falling Leaves

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Tales of the Hooded Figure - The Cursed Fiend

The crowd rushed like a wave through the streets of the City of Falling Leaves. Over the sounds of the sounds of theirs screams one could still hear the roar of the thing that scared them away. Even with all these warning to run away, a cloaked figure still moved towards the direction of the roars. They pulled their hood down as they waded through the crowd. Wouldn't want people to accidentally catch a glimpse of what was under it

Threat level high. Recommendation: Exercise extreme caution

A part of their mind blared as they laid eyes on the creature. No, it wasn't some monster. It was a person, a person who was confused and in pain. This certainly made things difficult. What also complicated matters were the guards trying to subdue the raging fiend. They never enjoyed working with so many people around, but they still needed to help them.

They took a deep breath and their mantra came to them naturally "The body and the spirit, amplify" with those words gears began to grind and pistons began to pump faster and faster 

Warning: Approaching maximum energy capacity

They ignored the warning as they continued to push further and further "Break every limit" they continued. Steam began to escape their body, pushing back their cloak and revealing the metal body underneath. More warnings popped up, but were all promptly ignored "Maximize!"

Their fist moved like a blur, they were still far from the poor tiefling, but they didn't have to be close for this. Wind rushed around the confused guards and a mark like a massive fist formed on their target's chest, sending them flying back, falling unconscious on the floor. By the time the guards looked back to see what had caused it, the figure had already covered themself again and turned around to leave. Now it was up to the others, they just hoped they had done enough to help

#dnd #oc #original chraracter #original story #warforged #warforged monk #dnd5e #City of Falling Leaves

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Habits

Fidelia woke up with the morning sun as she usually did. Got up, folded her bed into a neat little corner and began working on her morning routine. First there were the physical exercises, stretches, push ups, sit ups, squats. It was simple and not all that taxing, it was simply a way to keep herself active and in good shape. She might even run to the store later to get some groceries.

Then came the magical exercises, these were always harder. Not that magic was all that hard for her, but because her magic was very particular in its function. Light and Dark came to her as easily as it always did, her soul making way for the magical energy to flow through the familiar paths of her body.

With a deep inhale she called upon the Light and her senses intensified. The light of the morning sun became as bright as the high noon, the colors her cat eyes struggled to perceive now as visible as any other, the sounds around her boomed ever louder, the odd smells of her cramped studio apartment assaulted her full force, the emotions of her neighbors becoming as loud as her own.

She exhaled and darkness followed. Sounds dulled, smells faded, colors disappeared, emotions died. For a moment she felt no reason to breathe again, only habit made her fill her lungs with air and call upon the light once more.

She dropped both spells. Doing this every day was what kept that habit, what allowed her to breathe again and escape the darkness, but every morning she still dreaded having to go through this every, fearing someday she wouldn’t escape, someday her magic would consume her.

Her heavy thoughts were interrupted by the loud noise of her roommate. Mag still slept on her sofa-bed, sprawled over it like an old shirt that had been tossed away. Fi got up to watch her friend. That girl was so loud all the time that it was nice seeing her like this. Of course she still managed to be ‘loud’ in her own way. Her hair dyed every color of the rainbow, her antlers adorned with metal spikes and rings, her body covered in so many tattoos. Hers was an aggressive and busy look, but seeing her like this made her look strangely peaceful.

Fi caught herself. Staring at her sleeping friend was definitely not acceptable and she definitely still had a lot to this morning. Shower, buy groceries, make breakfast, check their earnings from last night’s hunt. It was gonna be busy morning.

Maybe if she had the time she could brew some nice coffee for Mag and herself. Now that habit she wouldn’t mind picking up.

#original story #original cahracters #mag #fi

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Markings

The ground trembled as the beast approached, concrete cracking under its weight, its many limbs scraping at the two neighboring buildings as it crawled out of the alley it was hiding. A malformed abomination made of a dozen other creatures, animals, plants, humans. A Forlorn Roar, a rare sight so far from the border wall.

Mag approached the creature with disinterest, killing those things are what mages trained for and she was the best mage around. Of course she never finished training and there weren’t many mages around to begin with, but she was confident she could handle it.

She took off her favorite leather jacket, exposing her skin to the cold winter air. She didn’t wear much under the jacket, as it was difficult to find clothes she wouldn’t accidentally damage with her antlers. Tattooed throughout her body were patterns of plants and animals, from scales and furs covering her arms, to vines and flowers on her back and an anatomically correct heart, pierced and tangled in vines, right over her own heart.

She took pride in these tattoos as they represented not only herself, but the many people who were just like her, all the people who fought every day to earn the right to keep living, who were rejected by their families and friends for being who they were. These were the markings of the kymera, of all different kinds, and she wanted people to know it was a kymera that kept them safe, that fought for them right now.

“Why do you keep tossing your jacket away every time we get into a fight?” Fi asked behind her. Her cat like eyes staring at Mag with an unamused look.

“Do you know how hard it is to get a good cheap jacket?” Mag asked “And you say that like you’re not enjoying the view” Fidelia rolled her eyes at her joke, but there was still a hint of a smile in her eyes

A dozen roars echoed from the beast’s many mouths, snapping Mag and Fi back to the task at hand. Mag allowed her magic to flow through her body - making sure to flex a little for Fi - as she turned to face the creature, Fidelia beside her doing the same.

The things they had to do to pay rent.

#original character #original story #mag #fi

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Open

Did someone ask for Glitra smut? Well if you didn’t just keep scrolling then, because I’m posting it right now. This thing is kind of a followup on The Princess and the Sorceress and follows a lot of the logic from that fic so if you haven’t read it please go do that, but if you have please enjoy the gay mess that is this fic.

Since rescuing Micah and safely returning to Brightmoon, Glimmer and Catra have been inseparable. Their sudden relationship was a surprise to most people, but it was definitely not unwelcome. Castaspella in particular made a point of saying that she already knew about them before even they knew about it.

Weeks have passed and they had only grown more ‘affectionate’ towards each other. All they needed was one stray thought to know what the other needed. The warmth of Glimmer’s embrace, the comfort of Catra’s fur...with all of that just one thought away, of course they would be all over each other.

One night as Glimmer tried to sleep she could feel it from the other room. How much Catra wanted her in that moment was excruciating. She knew that if she used her powers now there was a pretty big chance that they would get found out - especially since Adora is so averse to knocking - and this time she wouldn’t have a good excuse. She was just finding it extremely hard to care about that.

A flash of pink sparkles illuminated Catra’s room as Glimmer fell on top of her. Catra tried to speak, but Glimmer was quick to shut her up. “I’m not supposed to be here, so keep it down.” Glimmer spoke through their mind link. She was still getting used to this telepathy stuff, but she had to admit it was quite handy.

“I make no promises.” Catra joked, but there was still a certain uneasiness in her mind. They had made out before, they made out a lot actually! But they never went past that, were they ready to take that step? “You cool with what is about to happen here, princess? If you’re not I can always handle things myself.”

“Yeah, I am.” She answered, channeling all the confidence she could gather. “Now how about we get comfortable first?” With another flash of pink their positions were reversed. Glimmer laid in Catra’s bed and Catra straddled her.

“Want me on top of you that bad, huh?” Catra teased.

“Coming from the girl who couldn’t stop thinking about my thighs not three seconds ago.” Glimmer responded in kind.

“Hey, I’m only showing them the love and appreciation they deserve!” Catra’s compliment caught Glimmer off guard, so all she could really do now was blush. A hint of need from her mind guided Catra to lower herself over Glimmer, getting her out of her clothes as fast as she could and basking in the sight of the woman she loved. Oh how she hoped that last part didn’t show through the link.

“Wait,” Glimmer pushed her up again “I want to see you.” Her eagerness catching Catra by surprise. She wasn’t usually comfortable taking her clothes off, but did so anyway, hoping this would be an exception.

The skin under her clothes was marked and scarred. Some were recent; little souvenirs from Beast Island. Others were much older; reminders of her childhood under Shadow Weaver and the Horde. This was the first time she shared these with someone and doing so filled her with uncertainty.

She looked away for a moment and braced herself for the wave of disgust that would wash over her, but it never did. No repulsion, but love; no pity on her moments of weakness, but admiration for the strength needed to keep going after this. If Glimmer’s flowing emotions weren’t enough to make Catra melt then her touch was. Glimmer wanted to touch her so badly. She wanted to cover every inch of her with the love she so desperately needed. Catra wanted that too, to just lower her walls for once and let Glimmer have her. 

When the first hand moved up Catra’s body they both felt the shiver. Taking this as incentive, another hand joined the first. Then, a mouth. Guided by the pleasure that radiated from Catra’s mind, Glimmer touched and kissed all of Catra’s favorite spots. There were no secrets between them here, what one felt the other did too. What one wanted, the other gave. Glimmer wanting Catra and Catra wanting to lose herself to Glimmer, to let herself be loved.

“Fuck!” Catra exclaimed out loud as Glimmer’s little guided tour took a turn south, any previous worries about being discovered tossed out the window. “I thought- I thought I was the doing that today...

“Do you want me to stop?” Glimmer teased.

“Fuck no! Are you crazy?” She answered without a second thought.

Glimmer smiled smugly at her “Just making sure.”

Any walls between them were torn down as Glimmer finished her journey downwards. Their minds as exposed as their bodies, each intimate thought and feeling shared so deeply that it was hard to distinguish from whom they came from, until there was no knowing where one mind ended and the other began.

And as they reached their peak in unison they both came crashing down to their bodies. The pleasure taking up their senses completely as they acclimated once again to being two separate beings. They laid in Catra’s bed for several moments, unable to do anything apart from gasping and panting.

Glimmer’s body was filled with a pulse of warmth and comfort. It felt like how Catra had described her magic, but it radiated from inside her instead of around her. She turned to ask how Catra was feeling, just to see her curled up like a ball in the corner of the bed, her mind hardly a blip in their link.

“Sunshine, are you okay?” Glimmer asked, her voice heavy with worry. Had she done something wrong?

“I thought I was gonna lose myself there.” Catra’s voice was as small as she made her body to be. “It’s not your fault. I wanted to - to just disappear for a moment, it’s just a little scary thinking back after the fact.”

Glimmer just wanted to hug her, but Catra needed her personal space after all that. Neither of them knew what they had signed up for when this all began and with how fast it all escalated it was easy to understand why Catra felt like that… but still Glimmer couldn’t hide the pang of guilt in her heart. Even though she knew Catra would never blame her, she couldn’t stop blaming herself. She gave Catra a quick kiss, grabbed her clothes and teleported back to her room. It was better this way, at least people wouldn’t find out what they did.

She had nearly drifted asleep when her room was illuminated by bright red lights. Glimmer didn’t have time to question it before she felt the familiar touch of Catra’s fur against her back.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” Catra whispered, kissing the back of Glimmer’s neck. “This was the best I ever felt and it was thanks to you, so don’t go blaming yourself, dumbass.”

Glimmer let out a relieved sigh, relaxing against her girlfriend’s arms as they both once again drifted to sleep. This time safe in the comfort of each other’s touch.

#spop #glitra #smut #nsfw #glimmer #catra

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Had to put my editing skills to “good” use

Unusual Mountain Ahuna Mons on Asteroid Ceres via NASA https://go.nasa.gov/2ZqRu06

#mass effect #mako

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Very nice smut, I enjoyed it a lot! And I love Trans!Catra.

I'm glad you enjoyed it

And I've been waiting to share the beauty that is Trans!Catra for quite some time

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Wow that was way more than I expected

I’m glad to hear you guys liked it so much and I hope I manage to deliver more quality content like this in the future

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Your Night

A little piece I’ve been working on for quite some time, containing a big lore reveal for D&D!Catra and Adora being the best wife ever for a few hundred words. Hope you guys enjoy it!

[SMUT AHEAD]

Adora checked her phone while taking the first steps into her building. She had messaged Catra saying she couldn’t pick her up today because of some issues at work and there was no reply so far. She just hopped her wife was doing well and that she didn’t have too much trouble getting home.

As she reached her apartment she was met with a sight she didn’t expect. Catra drinking her troubles away on their couch “Hey, Adora” she greeted half-heartedly “Took you long enough”

Catra wasn’t slurring her words so at least she wasn’t as drunk as Adora feared, but she still looked very tired. It was the worst kind of tired, when Catra got so angry she had no more energy to stay mad anymore “Honey, are you okay? What happened?” 

“What? I don’t need a reason to get drunk. I’m totally fine” Catra waved off, but she didn’t even have the energy to put up an act “But honey” she took a deep breath “I do...I do pass, right?”

“Oh honey” Adora rushed to her wife’s side. She held Catra’s face in her hand and looked her in the eyes as she spoke “Catra, you are a beautiful woman. Whoever says otherwise is just wrong”

Catra nuzzled her face against Adora’s hand “Yeah, thanks babe” she said weakly and Adora knew she still doubted herself.

“I mean it, okay? And I’m gonna do my best to remind you that that is all true” Adora moved closer as she tried to meet her wife’s gaze “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better right now?”

Catra turned away and murmured something as she considered Adora’s words “I could use some pampering” she admitted. Adora quickly began to pick things up to set up the perfect comfort night for her wife, when Catra interrupted “I could use some pampering....and an orgasm”

Adora simply smiled “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

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Catra was tossed onto her bed and promptly straddled by her wife “I want this to be special. Nice and slow” Adora said in a tone that sent a shiver down Catra’s spine “I want to remind you how much of a good girl you are”

Adora disrobed Catra with the practice of someone who had done it for years, which in her case was very true and at no point did she break eye contact with her wife. Catra reflexively covered her more intimate parts and held her panties in place.

“Aw, don’t you want me to take in the view? I want to enjoy all of it. All of you” Adora’s voice ripped Catra’s underwear away faster than her hands ever could “How nice of you to take it off yourself, but I was planning on doing it with my teeth” Catra’s eyes went wide as she heard what she had missed out on “I guess I’ll have to find another use for my mouth then”

Adora slid down Catra’s body until she was kneeling by her feet “Like kissing all the bits I love most about you” she announced as she began kissing her way up Catra’s leg, then her torso and around her neck. She kissed all around her arms, her face, down her other leg and her back and finally around her more sensitive parts. In the end there was not a single inch of Catra that she had not kissed.

She sat down next to Catra - who was feeling very worked up right now - and held her face in her hands again, Catra trembling as she looked into Adora’s eyes “Catra, you’re the most beautiful woman I know. You know that, right?”

Catra forced her eyes shut, trying to supres her tears “Just finish me off already!” she pleaded and Adora happily answered.

They held each other close, one hand never leaving Catra’s face, while the other begun doing its work. Soon Catra was panting against her and desperately kissing her, as if every moment that she did not spend touching her was a moment she could just disappear. She needed this more than she could put into words, so she didn’t even try and just allowed her moans and whimpers to carry out that message.

When Adora was done with her she was a complete mess and that was exactly what she asked for. She tried to speak, but once again words failed her “I know” Adora answered “Love you too” Catra simply nodded and fell back onto the bed, dragging Adora along with her.

“Do you mind if we just stay like this for a while?” She eventually said “I could use a little nap right now”

“No problem, sweetie” Adora answered “This is your night”

#catra #adora #catradora #smut #trans catra #fluff and smut

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Adora on the other hand has her eyes visibly dilated when she gets dipped by Catra

There is a frame where they are both looking at each other’s mouths before looking up and you can see Adora’s pupils shrink as soon as she is no longer looking at Catra’s lips

the most unrealistic thing about spop is that catra’s eyes don’t dilate to the MAX everytime she looks at adora

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i luv it :D

Thank you ♥

Hope you enjoy all the crazy stuff to come

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A Hunter Must Hunt

Content was getting a little spicy in the main blog and I got a little inspiration for some more D&D AU Catradora smut. This time inspired by their characters from Sidequest: Ravenloft.

People say that when you live together with your significant other your sex life slows down significantly, that much is true and there is still an ongoing debate on why exactly this happens, but what those people fail to mention is that the speed with which you go from idle to sex vastly increases. Sometimes it will be a quick invitation, sometimes a look or gesture or sometimes just 'Hey, Adora, wanna fuck?’ and that is how Catra ended up straddled in bed by her wife.

Their clothes were already halfway off when Catra had an epiphany “Hey, easy there princess. I had a little idea to spice things up” Catra stated and Adora awaited for the big reveal “What if we do a little bit of roleplaying? Maybe something with our Ravenloft characters?” The Hunter and the Eldritch Gunslinger had been about to jump into each other’s pants on many occasions, why not give them a chance to do so now?

Adora smiled at the idea and tipped an imaginary hat, before saying with a bad accent “Howdy?” That joke resulted in her being greeted by The Pillow, but she already expected that and just laughed as Catra continued to hit her.

Not wanting to completely kill the mood, she quickly disarmed Catra and held her down “My good hunter” Adora knew exactly how to say those words in a way that would make Catra melt “You’ve been working so hard since we escaped Barovia, why not rest now and just enjoy your reward?”

Catra struggled to get in character “I take it you’ve learned how to do some real magic with those hands?” She said in the gruffer voice of her character “or do I have to worry about you Eldritch Blasting me down there?” Adora chose to ignore the comment and continue disrobing her ‘Good Hunter’.

“How about you stay still and wait to find out the new magic tricks I learned” her words made Catra fidget a little “I thought you Hunters were supposed to be patient? Don’t you wanna get your reward for all that good you’ve done”

Any retort Catra had was strangled by the somatic components of whatever spell Adora was casting down there and she had to admit that it must be some powerful magic.

Catra continued to squirm under Adora’s touch as she was constantly praised for her skill, her strength, her determination and ferocity. All things that she knew about herself and took pride in, but to hear Adora recognize all of that and with that mischievously seductive tone, it was like the most powerful hex any warlock had ever used and Catra couldn’t care less if it had any side effects.

And just like that Adora’s dark ritual was over and her all too willing sacrifice laid beneath her, exhausted by her magical skill. Adora giggled at that thought, they were such dweebs, but she had to admit playing her part as the warlock was fun. She laid next to Catra, expecting her wife to turn around and cuddle her, but Catra was clearly not done.

She did indeed turn around, but instead of cuddling she mounted Adora and gave her a devilish smirk “You know, us hunters were never good at playing on the defensive.” Catra looked down at Adora like a beast looked at their prey “Now let me show you what the Hunt really looks like”

Catra was done hearing praise, now she was gonna prove them both right, that she was strong, skilled, determined and above all ferocious. Adora was more than happy to let Catra use her as a ‘proving ground’, so Catra took her opportunity to show Adora all that she got and in the heat of the moment she might have taken an unfortunate decision.

The sounds Adora made as her wife bit her neck was enough to snap Catra out of character. She jumped back in panic “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry Adora, I didn’t mean to do it that hard. I-”

“Do it again” Adora responded interrupting Catra’s ramblings and adding a mental note to the list of things she should ask Catra to do more often “Don’t apologize. A hunter must hunt after all”

Catra was glad to oblige, especially with Adora making a Bloodborne reference, so she did again and again and again one more, just to be certain. With every bite moving lower and lower in Adora’s body, marking down her territory, a little trail she could follow home, but before she could return she had to find her mark and take the killing blow.

With a swift movement Catra struck her prey one last time and she collapsed beneath her. She slowly made her way back up her trail. This time not with bites, but with soft and careful kisses. Planting one last and long kiss against Adora’s mouth, before falling back besides her.

Adora took a deep breath “We should do this more often”

“Yup” Catra said before even thinking, but quickly added “we should probably keep to characters from finished campaigns. It would probably get awkward if we started associating RPing them with….this”

“Absolutely! Can you imagine how awkward that would be?” They both nodded and silently cuddled for a moment “After I’m no longer sore do you wanna do me as She-ra?”

“Oh hell yeah”

#smut 3 revenge of the smut #catradora #catra #adora #smut #foreshadowing of more smut

[sapphalon]

all the touch starved gays say hey

[sapphalon]

I have these two My Hero Academia OCs that I’ve planed like their entire lives, but never got around to writing any of it and now I kinda had this amazing idea for smut featuring the two of them, but that would be the silliest way possible to introduce those two....I’m still considering it tho

#ocs #my hero academia #mha #i'm trash

[sapphalon]

I should have clarified. I want to write it, would you be interested in reading it once it's done? Or is that not your cup of tea?

Oh I would absolutely read it

Write smut to your heart's content ❤

[sapphalon]

So....how would you feel about some Catradora smut. Im thinking either angry sex or tender love making. Either way Catra has big strap energy and Adora is very much into it.

All my creative energies are currently focused on writing that catradora wedding fic, so no smut until that is done

BUT once that is done I’ll gladly write some more of that