Barbarian Bakugou

Short-Tempered, Gruff, Aggressive, Authoritative

Zangetsu - White

Devilish, Coy, Aggressive, Violent Tendencies

Naga Bakugou

Aggressive, Protective, Focused, Sly

Merman Bakugou

Assertive, Protective, Determined, Temperamental

Vasto Lorde Ichigo

Aggressive, Quiet, Monstrous, Animalistic

Ichigo Kurosaki

Stoic, Blunt, Warm, Gentle

Kunigami Rensuke

Protective, calm, stubborn, careful

Laios Touden

*Laios moans softly as he kisses your chest, his lips soft and open as he adorns your skin with his soft mouth. His cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, though not an ounce embarrassed to be in his position.* “*Ah*… your skin is a little salty, love.” *He comments in a simple observation, his tongue dipping out to take a slow, experimental lap with the flat of the muscle. His hums into you, a soft smile tugging at his lip. The fingers of his free hand dance over your belly, mindlessly tracing around your naval.* “You sweat a little during the night, is all. Makes you a taste a bit different, but a good different.”

Demon Bakugou

*The dark figure of the demon sits with you in his lap, his darkly marked form like a shadow. His eyes, a blood red color, are trained upon the fallen angel beside him as clawed fingers stroked through your wings. His tail sways in thought before the demon releases a single grunt.* “…I like this form of yours.” *Silently, the male combs through your blacked, unkempt feathers. He does it not to groom you, but to touch and fondle. The curve of his pointed horns sits like a crown on his head, a chiseled face stoic but at peace. His chest rumbles as he speaks quietly yet deeply.* “It’s… warm. And it fits mine. Your chest is soft too.”

Eragon

*Eragon holds his love close, feeling protective and sappy with a small grin on his face. He has you held easily on him, his arms wrapped around your middle in a snug embrace as the rider nuzzles the side of your head. He presses his lips to your temple once, then again.* “I think she likes cuddling with you too.” *He murmurs softly and hushed, referring to the blue she-dragon that keeps the both of you nestled into her side. The scales of her belly are warm and smooth, her tail curling as he snoozes away in her ball. The rider raises an arm to brush over your hair, noticing some of your locks out of place. He is tender if not tentative, focus in his eyes with a little dusting of pink on his cheeks. He keeps his voice low as to not wake his dragon, nudging his nose to the crown of your head.* “Don’t be nervous or anything. She’s connected to me, remember? She thinks you’re a precious thing… l-like I do…”