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tbh i’m really wanting to write some shameless porn involving sugar daddy AU or mob AU that really play up on the age difference (im gross i know)

so if you have any ideas or kinks you’d wanna see with any of those AUs message me

I would LOVE (😍) to see more dragon au? Maybe jack being a cute yet overprotective dad! Especially with his youngest 😂

Going to combine it with a Bingo prompt 🙂

BLSummerBingo2017: Fireflies

The draclings had matured to the point where Jack felt safe enough to take them out beyond the lip of his cave where he’d previously allowed them to explore with either himself or Rhys supervising. They were able to breath fire, hunt bugs and small birds, and even flutter a little bit off the ground or glide from the higher piles of treasure in his hoard. Jack preferably would have liked to wait a couple more weeks before going out on their first official trip off of the mountain, but Rhys had started to grow antsy and had practically pushed the dragon king and his brood out of the mouth of the cave in his eagerness to have a proper change of scenery.

Jack had found a quiet clearing deep within the thick of the woods south of the mountain range, complete with a small, slightly overgrown stone cottage that Jack whipped up into a cozy little vacation home for Rhys with a flick of magic. Rhys appreciated the downy bed and constant, warm fire fluttering in the hearth as the dragon kittens tussled and cuddled on the clean wood floors. Rhys soon joined the draclings, smiling at them and scooping them up in a flourish of his voluminous sleeves and snuggling them as Jack finished setting up the last of the protective charms fencing in the little clearing. 

Some would say caring for draclings had made Jack soft, but at the very least he was still fearsome enough that no one dared say that to his face. 

They spent most of their first afternoon lazily napping, Jack and Rhys both falling asleep together on the bed while the draclings cuddled up around them, fitting their pudgy bodies into every little nook and cranny or curling atop of their parents’ resting forms.

By the time dusk rolled around, casting the earth in a cool, shadowy purple, the draclings had had enough of napping and were squirming and wiggling around atop the bed, some more daring even nipping and tugging at their parents’ clothing, wanting to play. As much as he loved the kittens, Rhys whined and hugged a pillow closer to his chest, clearly tired from the flight and wanting to rest more. Jack tugged a thin blanket over his mate’s body, peppering his brow with a kiss before getting up and clapping his palms together, getting the kittens to follow him in a rambunctious little parade out of the cottage and into the warm summer air.

Jack quickly unfurled into his true form, length circling a good quarter of the clearing as he let the kittens gallop out among the tall grass, watching with amusement curled on his scalp lips as they snapped at the buttery moonflowers and wrestled with one another.

He saw Cyrus suddenly crouch down low, eyes glittering in determination as he focused on something—mostly like an insect—to hunt. Jack tilted his head to the side, watching as the eldest kitten wiggled his tail in the air, before lunging forward and pouncing, just barely missing the bug that came to land on his nose. Cyrus frowned, about to snap up the offending insect with his tiny jaws, when suddenly it blossomed into a bright yellow light. The kitten squawked in alarm, bounding away from the strange bug only to send a flurry of even more little lights up into the air.

Jack couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as his kittens all began to chirp at once, extremely curious about the hordes of fireflies suddenly flittering to life all around them. Some tried chasing the bugs, while others tried to eat them, sniff them, or lick them. Cyrus, once he got over his initial fright, even tried to mimic their light with a soft puff of fire, perhaps inadvertently singing a couple of innocent bugs.

Jack found himself quickly being dragged into the fun as well, sending clouds of fireflies up with every heavy footstep, or creating a wave of light when he swished his tail through the long, silky grass. The happy chirps of his kittens were more than enough to light the fires of affection deep in his ancient heart, cracking a fanged smiled on the scarred beast’s face as his brood chased and played with the fireflies throughout the protected clearing.

Eventually Rhys would join them, as entranced and mystified by the beauty of the gathered fireflies as they were as he sat against Jack’s flank, watching their kittens illuminated by the soft dots of light floating and buzzing all around them. Eventually the draclings tuckered themselves out, returning to their parents’ sides to snuggle up in Rhys’ lap or up against Jack’s armored chest, resting in the warmth of family as the two lovers watched the twinkling, silvery stars above together.

when i lift my arms i can see my ribs in my chest and yet my brain still tells me im fat and disgusting and i should lose weight and then maybe i would feel better in cosplay than i do 

i’m just tired…i’m tired of never feeling like i can trust my eyes…i’m tired of feeling like i don’t see the person those around me do. it sucks

Sunscreen or hotdogs for sugar daddy au?

thethespacecoyote:

you got it pumpkin

BL Summer Bingo 2017: Hot Dogs

Jack considered himself a little above going to the county fair.

Honestly he thought that even those less wealthy than him generally considered local fairs to be hot and crowded and sticky places where the very air felt as if it were deep-fried. But the moment Rhys had seen the ad for the fair in his e-mail inbox he’d smacked Jack’s shoulder so hard that the older man was fairly sure he would bruise and loudly proclaimed that they were going next weekend whether Jack had plans or not.

Jack, thankfully, didn’t have plans, though he would have probably been “persuaded” to change them if he had. Rhys knew exactly what to do to press Jack’s buttons, and if he’d refused it would have only taken a blowjob or two to change his mind.

So here Jack was, out in the middle of the crowded fair midway, shooting a dirty look at every sweaty jerk in khaki shorts and a Grateful Dead T-shirt who dared to bump into either him or Rhys. He’d eventually taking to throwing his arm over the kid’s bare shoulders, keeping him close to his side so he wouldn’t get lost in the fray.

They started by going on a few rides that made Jack grateful he had little more than a cup of coffee and a biscotti for breakfast, and had him wondering how Rhys was still so excitable and lively with a stomach full of the chocolate-chip banana pancakes he’d insisted on before they left. Jack had enjoyed the rickety metal coaster themed to look like a dragon, even though he knew his back would be paying for it later on.

Next Rhys had insisted they take a look at the petting zoo portion of the fair, much to Jack’s boredom. He could only take looking at sheep and goats and pigs and the odd chicken for so long, barely understanding what made some livestock more worthy of winning first place than the others. Annoying as it was, he thought he was pretty good at feigning interest as he listened to Rhys insist they were all adorable and fished quarters from his back pocket to buy crappy feed for the dumb animals.

Finally they’d moved away from the farming enclosures to an fielded area mostly crowded with picnic tables. Rhys had coyly asked Jack for money, slipping the neatly folded twenty into his shorts pocket and leaving the older man reclining up against a table.

He tipped down his sunglasses as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his missed calls and idly listening to his voicemails, though most of it was drowned out by the repetitious whine of the jingling music blaring over the speakers. Once he was through with that he brought up the latest dumb mobile game he’d downloaded, tapping furiously at the shiny colored blocks as he tried to make the patterns that would get him the most points.

The crunch of dead grass caught Jack’s attention as Rhys returned, holding a red and white checkered paper basket full of curly fries and something long and fat and sheathed in shiny tinfoil.  

“Oh? What you got there, kitten?” Jack pocketed his phone as Rhys sat on the bench next to him, the older man sneaking a couple of fries as he rested his other hand on the kid’s bare thigh.

“Foot long bacon wrapped hotdog,” Rhys smirked as he unwrapped the massive wiener from the foil, “slathered in chili, pepper jack cheese, mustard, ketchup, topped with chopped onion…”

Jack could practically hear Rhys salivating, which took him off guard. Sure, he knew Rhys was a fan of ice cream treats and most of Jack’s cooking, but the look on Rhys’ face right now was practically lustful

“You sure you can fit that all in your mouth, pumpkin? Such a big treat for such a lil’ boy…” He snickered, earning himself a brief annoyed pout from Rhys before he turned his attention back towards the hot dog.

Jack leaned back on his elbows against the table, watching Rhys sidelong with interest. The kid licked his pretty lips, making them shine with saliva before he opened his mouth wider than Jack had ever seen it go as he shoved a good third of the sausage into his mouth.

Rhys was making indulgent little moans around his full mouth, barely taking a break between bites as he continued to shove more of the hot dog into his mouth, its firm casing snapping around Rhys’ brilliant teeth as the young man consumed his lunch in a way that definitely shouldn’t be giving Jack a boner. But here he was, awkwardly shifting the free fair map he’d gotten at the gate over his crotch as he watched his boyfriend sloppily deep-throat a hot dog.

Rhys was halfway through the sausage when he finally came up for a proper breath. Jack was stunned, his shorts tight around his crotch as he watched Rhys suck some smeared condiments off of his fingertips. His eyelids fluttered softly as he let out happy groan, and crap how the hell did Rhys make eating sexy?

Jack watched, entranced as Rhys finally pushed the rest of the hot dog down his throat, chewing luxuriantly as he rested back against the table, one hand curled softly around his satisfied belly. Rhys licked the last remnants of the chili and mustard from his pretty lips as he let out a pretty, pleased little simper. Jack quickly noted that he missed a little dot of mess on his cheek, and despite the fact that they were surrounded by screaming children and overheated parents he leaned over and quickly dragged his tongue over Rhys’ cheek, licking up the last bit of sauce.

“How much did you say those things are?” Jack glanced about among the various brightly colored stands, advertising everything from deep-fried hamburgers to peanut butter dipped cheesecake on a stick. All of which were tempting items if Rhys would eat them as sensually as he had the hot dog, but damn if Jack didn’t need an exact and immediate replay of the last couple minutes of his life.

“You’re going to have one?” Rhys raised his eyebrow as he looked Jack up and down, eyes focusing on his bright ivory dress shirt and flawless navy blazer. Jack shook his head idly as he finally found the booth, fishing out his wallet and handing the kid a ten dollar bill.

“Nah…why don’t you grab yourself another, pumpkin….hmm, make it two.”

Rhys’ mouth falls open, eyeing the bill incredulously.

“Y…You’re serious? Jack, I’m pretty full…” Rhys whined, rubbing his stomach, though he ended up taking the crisp bill from his boyfriend’s fingers.

“Rhys, that was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, like hell I’m gonna go a second  more without seeing you stuff your face with another one of those wieners.”

“Ugh, really? Why don’t I just suck your dick if you really gotta see me with something in my mouth?”

“There’s not a damn spot in this place that’s not covered in grease or vomit or animal shit, kiddo, I ain’t having you get on your knees ’til we get home. You’ll get some freaky disease or something.” Rhys huffed, rising to his feet only to cross his arms and pout down at Jack.

“Can I just get a frozen banana instead? That’s still sexy, right? ‘Cause if I eat another hot dog I’m gonna hurl.”

Jack peered at Rhys over the rim of his sunglasses, considering.

“Mmmm, all right you win, pumpkin. Just get me one, too. Maybe you can teach me some things.” Jack snickered, Rhys rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. As if you’d ever be the one to suck me off.”

“Well, teacher, if you do a good enough job I’ll show you what I’ve learned once we get home.”

That was enough to get Rhys hopping off in the direction of the banana stand, watched all the way by Jack’s leering eyes.

Sunscreen or hotdogs for sugar daddy au?

you got it pumpkin

BL Summer Bingo 2017: Hot Dogs

Jack considered himself a little above going to the county fair.

Honestly he thought that even those less wealthy than him generally considered local fairs to be hot and crowded and sticky places where the very air felt as if it were deep-fried. But the moment Rhys had seen the ad for the fair in his e-mail inbox he’d smacked Jack’s shoulder so hard that the older man was fairly sure he would bruise and loudly proclaimed that they were going next weekend whether Jack had plans or not.

Jack, thankfully, didn’t have plans, though he would have probably been “persuaded” to change them if he had. Rhys knew exactly what to do to press Jack’s buttons, and if he’d refused it would have only taken a blowjob or two to change his mind.

So here Jack was, out in the middle of the crowded fair midway, shooting a dirty look at every sweaty jerk in khaki shorts and a Grateful Dead T-shirt who dared to bump into either him or Rhys. He’d eventually taking to throwing his arm over the kid’s bare shoulders, keeping him close to his side so he wouldn’t get lost in the fray.

They started by going on a few rides that made Jack grateful he had little more than a cup of coffee and a biscotti for breakfast, and had him wondering how Rhys was still so excitable and lively with a stomach full of the chocolate-chip banana pancakes he’d insisted on before they left. Jack had enjoyed the rickety metal coaster themed to look like a dragon, even though he knew his back would be paying for it later on.

Next Rhys had insisted they take a look at the petting zoo portion of the fair, much to Jack’s boredom. He could only take looking at sheep and goats and pigs and the odd chicken for so long, barely understanding what made some livestock more worthy of winning first place than the others. Annoying as it was, he thought he was pretty good at feigning interest as he listened to Rhys insist they were all adorable and fished quarters from his back pocket to buy crappy feed for the dumb animals.

Finally they’d moved away from the farming enclosures to an fielded area mostly crowded with picnic tables. Rhys had coyly asked Jack for money, slipping the neatly folded twenty into his shorts pocket and leaving the older man reclining up against a table.

He tipped down his sunglasses as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his missed calls and idly listening to his voicemails, though most of it was drowned out by the repetitious whine of the jingling music blaring over the speakers. Once he was through with that he brought up the latest dumb mobile game he’d downloaded, tapping furiously at the shiny colored blocks as he tried to make the patterns that would get him the most points.

The crunch of dead grass caught Jack’s attention as Rhys returned, holding a red and white checkered paper basket full of curly fries and something long and fat and sheathed in shiny tinfoil.  

“Oh? What you got there, kitten?” Jack pocketed his phone as Rhys sat on the bench next to him, the older man sneaking a couple of fries as he rested his other hand on the kid’s bare thigh.

“Foot long bacon wrapped hotdog,” Rhys smirked as he unwrapped the massive wiener from the foil, “slathered in chili, pepper jack cheese, mustard, ketchup, topped with chopped onion…”

Jack could practically hear Rhys salivating, which took him off guard. Sure, he knew Rhys was a fan of ice cream treats and most of Jack’s cooking, but the look on Rhys’ face right now was practically lustful

“You sure you can fit that all in your mouth, pumpkin? Such a big treat for such a lil’ boy…” He snickered, earning himself a brief annoyed pout from Rhys before he turned his attention back towards the hot dog.

Jack leaned back on his elbows against the table, watching Rhys sidelong with interest. The kid licked his pretty lips, making them shine with saliva before he opened his mouth wider than Jack had ever seen it go as he shoved a good third of the sausage into his mouth.

Rhys was making indulgent little moans around his full mouth, barely taking a break between bites as he continued to shove more of the hot dog into his mouth, its firm casing snapping around Rhys’ brilliant teeth as the young man consumed his lunch in a way that definitely shouldn’t be giving Jack a boner. But here he was, awkwardly shifting the free fair map he’d gotten at the gate over his crotch as he watched his boyfriend sloppily deep-throat a hot dog.

Rhys was halfway through the sausage when he finally came up for a proper breath. Jack was stunned, his shorts tight around his crotch as he watched Rhys suck some smeared condiments off of his fingertips. His eyelids fluttered softly as he let out happy groan, and crap how the hell did Rhys make eating sexy?

Jack watched, entranced as Rhys finally pushed the rest of the hot dog down his throat, chewing luxuriantly as he rested back against the table, one hand curled softly around his satisfied belly. Rhys licked the last remnants of the chili and mustard from his pretty lips as he let out a pretty, pleased little simper. Jack quickly noted that he missed a little dot of mess on his cheek, and despite the fact that they were surrounded by screaming children and overheated parents he leaned over and quickly dragged his tongue over Rhys’ cheek, licking up the last bit of sauce.

“How much did you say those things are?” Jack glanced about among the various brightly colored stands, advertising everything from deep-fried hamburgers to peanut butter dipped cheesecake on a stick. All of which were tempting items if Rhys would eat them as sensually as he had the hot dog, but damn if Jack didn’t need an exact and immediate replay of the last couple minutes of his life.

“You’re going to have one?” Rhys raised his eyebrow as he looked Jack up and down, eyes focusing on his bright ivory dress shirt and flawless navy blazer. Jack shook his head idly as he finally found the booth, fishing out his wallet and handing the kid a ten dollar bill.

“Nah…why don’t you grab yourself another, pumpkin….hmm, make it two.”

Rhys’ mouth falls open, eyeing the bill incredulously.

“Y…You’re serious? Jack, I’m pretty full…” Rhys whined, rubbing his stomach, though he ended up taking the crisp bill from his boyfriend’s fingers.

“Rhys, that was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, like hell I’m gonna go a second  more without seeing you stuff your face with another one of those wieners.”

“Ugh, really? Why don’t I just suck your dick if you really gotta see me with something in my mouth?”

“There’s not a damn spot in this place that’s not covered in grease or vomit or animal shit, kiddo, I ain’t having you get on your knees ’til we get home. You’ll get some freaky disease or something.” Rhys huffed, rising to his feet only to cross his arms and pout down at Jack.

“Can I just get a frozen banana instead? That’s still sexy, right? ‘Cause if I eat another hot dog I’m gonna hurl.”

Jack peered at Rhys over the rim of his sunglasses, considering.

“Mmmm, all right you win, pumpkin. Just get me one, too. Maybe you can teach me some things.” Jack snickered, Rhys rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. As if you’d ever be the one to suck me off.”

“Well, teacher, if you do a good enough job I’ll show you what I’ve learned once we get home.”

That was enough to get Rhys hopping off in the direction of the banana stand, watched all the way by Jack’s leering eyes.