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Another thing based off my Monoshin fanfic. This is how dragon boi Shinsou became a Vegetarian Dragon ┐(´-｀)┌

Aizawa doesn’t understand children, lol.

I colored a bit???? Sorry it’s just too much work lol

Based off my fanfic.

Kaminari, Shinsou and Kirishima are dragon bros and even though Shinsou is the biggest, he’s the youngest. (in my fic at least, I know technically Kiri is the youngest lol) Anyway these two always make sure to remind him of it daily.

Yeaaaaaah never gonna color anything at this point lolololol.

Dragon bois Kaminari and Kirishima, I’m too lazy to ever color :T

Monoma is slowly becoming obsessed with this dragon man and Shinsou doesn’t know how to feel ┐(´∀｀)┌

Wrote a Monoshin fantasy fanfic and decided to do a quick sketch of the bois ;v;

Playing With Fire - Paul/Dean

leatherandsoil​:

Even though it was a joke, even though it was a joke that he had started, Paul’s heart shifted just a bit when Dean pulled away from him.  He couldn’t bear the thought, even in jest. 

“Hey now!” he said, chasing the taller man’s embrace. “I didn’t say I didn’t want help with any of that.”  he threw his arms around Dean’s waist, pulled him back in close.  “You know I love it when we share a bath.  I always end up so clean, but so very dirty at the same time.”  No lie there. It helped to have a partner to scrub down places he couldn’t reach (and with the way his joints refused to bend all the way, there were many of those places).  And if that partner was Dean, things almost always took a…fun…turn.  Hands roaming, stroking and squeezing and kneading. Skin shiny and slick from soap suds.  More often than not, they ended up pleasuring one another until the water turned cold and their skin began to wrinkle. 

“And it isn’t as though we can’t share a meal either.” he continued.  The two of them stretched out on the bed, naked and perhaps still damp from their bath, dining on morsels of steak and tender vegetables.  Fluffy bread rolls and creamy honey butter.  And definitely some of the inn’s Dark Horse Ale. It really was very good stuff.  

“Or we could forgo all of that and fuck one another senseless as soon as we close the door behind us.” Paul’s voice dropped lower as he spoke. “Although that presents a conundrum of choice too. Do I want to swallow you whole or be speared on your cock?” he smiled up at his lover. “They both have their benefits. If I’m on my knees with you all the way down my throat you make the loveliest sounds…sounds I don’t get to hear very often.  And your hands are in my hair and you taste so good.  Better than the Dark Horse even.  But….if you’re fucking me then I get to see you.  I get to see your face as your control slips and you pound me harder.  And I get to kiss you too.  Something I never get tired of.”  He smiled up at his lover.  “Truthfully I’m having a hard time deciding what I want to do…”

Dean got precisely the reaction he’d been expecting (and hoping for) Paul’s voice, low and rough in his ear, telling the hunter all the things he loved about their time together… and making him ache for want of it.  He chuckled, leaning in to inhale the sharp scents of iron and wood smoke that were so distinctly Paul.  “I’m going to miss these smells,” he murmured.  “But I think I like the idea of a bath first…”

Not that the idea of fucking each other senseless as soon as the door was closed didn’t sound amazing!  But Dean enjoyed doing other things with Paul, too.  And the truth was, he wanted to cram as many of those things into each visit as he possibly could.  The time they spent together was never enough.  But the hunter couldn’t stay… and he couldn’t ask Paul to give up his livelihood for a dangerous life on the road.  So they took what they could get - and that had to be enough.

“So…  unless you’ve got anything else that needs doing…?”  He didn’t say more, just gently tugged the other man closer and closer to the door.  “I think we should try and see exactly how many of those ideas of yours we can fit into a single night…”

Playing With Fire - Paul/Dean

leatherandsoil​:

“Well, I think the first order of business would be a bath.  For me at least.” Paul said with a laugh.  "I’ve been at the forge all day and I’m sweaty and dirty and…stiff.“ The last word was chosen deliberately, in keeping with the joke. He looked up at Dean and batted his eyelashes in a supremely ridiculous fashion.  "Did you say you’ve gotten settled?  At the inn, I presume?”  Of course the inn, where else would they stay?  Not waiting for an answer, Paul rattled on gleefully.

“A bath, yes.  A tub big enough I can stretch out in and scalding hot water.  And soap!  Lots of soap.  And those lovely fluffy towels.”  The thought of Dean’s hands on him, roaming over wet skin, tangling in lathered hair was inspiring, truthfully.  But Paul was having fun with this.  "After a bath, a meal.  I don’t know about you but I’m famished.“ he grinned. “I would love a big slab of beef for dinner.  With some potatos.  And ale!  Their Dark Horse Ale is so very good.  Strong and dark and spiced just a little bit.” he frowned in mock concern.  "I hope they have some left.  I know they were working on their last barrel and the next shipment won’t be in for a few days.“

It was clear almost from the beginning of Paul’s little speech that he was toying with Dean.  But he didn’t see any harm in playing along, allowing a dismayed frown to settle under eyes that couldn’t quite hide his amusement.  This was just one of the many reasons he’d fallen for the blacksmith all those years ago.  The man had a sense of humor that never failed to amuse him.

But two could play Paul’s game, and Dean played it just as well as his lover.  “If all you need for your… stiffness is a bath and some good ale, then maybe I should let you have the room at the inn and just sleep in my vardo?  There’s no reason to stay where I’m not… needed, is there?”  Even after so many months since his last visit, the Hunter can still hear Paul’s voice, breathless and impatient, telling Dean how much he needed him.  The memory drew a hint of a smile.  

“So, if you don’t have any other plans for your evening, I guess I’ll just be going…”  With melodramatic reluctance, he pulled away from Paul and made as if to head for the door.

leatherandsoil​:

demonsiget​:

Playing With Fire

Paul happily snuggled closer into Dean’s arms.  Leather armor, harness oil, forest…all things Paul smelled on a daily basis, but somehow when hung on this man, those scents made him extraordinarily happy.  He could only keep Dean for a short while-there were beasts to be captured and monsters to be subdued and all manner of bad things to be fought.  Paul’s life and livelihood was here in Oak, and much as he missed Dean when he was gone, at least here he could provide the man with a place to return too.  Not to mention all the affection he could handle, as with the soft kiss he leaned into.  But also, sometimes in the form of good natured teasing. 

“Punishment?” he scoffed, breaking free of the other man’s lips to smirk up at him.  "I rather doubt you’d consider anything I do to you as punishment.  In fact, I seem to remember you enjoyed being bound to the bed last time around.“  That had been a wonderful, memorable couple of days.  The two of them barely left their shared room (thank goodness for good natured innkeepers) and had thoroughly worn one another out.  Paul had come away with an ache that lasted for two days and a new appreciation for Dean’s stamina. Dean had left with a thoroughly satisfied smile on his face and faint marks on his wrists and ankles.

Having his arms full of Paul reminded Dean of the good days - before his mom…  The blacksmith smelled of hearth and home and all things Dean wanted most in his life.  The crisp scent of smoked wood and the sharp tang of hot metal all rolled into a man who was equal parts strong and soft.  He inhaled deeply, trying to memorize that scent… take it into his being.  

Dean protested a little when Paul pulled away… but it was mostly for show.  He liked looking into the other man’s eyes, taking in the lines of his face and the expression of love he always saw there.  “Oh, I bet there are a few things you could do that would have me begging for you to stop,” the Hunter teased.  “Begging and pleading and squirming…”  He trailed off with a breathless laugh and a quick wink.  “But you’re not wrong.  Last time was… amazing.”  Paul had done things to him he STILL had dreams about.  Such very good dreams…

“So… how would you like tonight to go, then?”  Or today.  Hell, right now he’d be happy to throw the other man over a bench… (or get himself thrown.)   But that might get Paul into trouble if someone walked in.  Besides… using the inn was fun.  They both got to pamper each other for a few days - do something nice together.  Not that Dean needed the inn.  Paul was all he needed… HEmade the trip worth it.  Who’s bed they wound up in didn’t matter one lick.

They say three is the perfect number, so…

Dwarf barbarian Merida

Elf monk Jack

Aasimar paladin Rapunzel

Elf-orc ranger Hiccup

(I’m just a casual fan of the dnd aesthetic so there might be inaccuracies, I apologize in advance to dnd experts )