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[tvmilfs]

Hacks fic recs: Ring the Bells That Still Can Ring by Blue Blue Baby, Love in an Elevator by mouthyhack, A Supposedly Fun Thing by SapphicScholar

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

[mcnuggyy]

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[miss-couch-potato]

you said GMK was your fav goji sooooo... >:]

OMG AHHHHHHHH I CHOKED ON A FRY/pos

THIS IS AMAZING!!! THANK YOU :)

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[zeivira]

no rest for the wicked...

pls more

this shit is hilarious

like what are the others thoughts on this "illness" like garfiel, we've seen a bit of otto but i want more of him cuz he's best boi.

i imagine him going on full mama/big bro mood lmao

also that ficrec abt the crack fic by scissors? LMAO thx my parents knew im awake at 3am

point is

i like you now

so im gonna stalk- ahem- stick to you like a leach 🥺🌹

feed me more

The Cap’n's rule about everyone being strictly forbidden from watching him sleep—something about Garfiel being exactly like Rem but without pretty girl privilege—never actually stops the members of the camp from keeping an eye on him while the Cap’n's rests. 

The camp is nothing if not resourceful, and it’s not like they need to be inside the room when he’s sleeping to make sure he stays safe. Waiting a few feet away from the only entrance is just as effective. 

That's why when Garfiel smells a person approaching the Cap’n's room, during a time he knows he is asleep—they spent the last few days traveling to Pristella, like Hoshin traveled the desert to Banan after all—he rushes into the hallway and grabs the visitor's wrist right before it gets to knock at the Cap’n's door. 

"—the hell do ya think yer doin’?" Only after he finishes talking, under the dim hallway light of the mansion-like inn, he takes notice of the visitor's red, flame-like hair. A sharp horror, the one he had felt hours flooded through his entire body, as he realized whose wrist he grabbed. 

For a second, all is still. 

"Hello again, Sir Garfiel," the Sword Saint greets him, smiling as if they were pals and he hadn't evaded Garfiel’s senses and stopped his punch with a casual block a couple hours before. As if he weren’t the main obstacle between Garfiel and the title of Strongest. "I apologize if my presence alerted you, but all I wish to do is talk to Subaru." 

"W-well isn’ that convenient.  Anythin’ ya might need ta tell the Cap’n, ya can tell my amazin’ self instead." Big fat lie. There is a reason why the Cap’n is the Cap’n despite being borderline comatose and apparently not that much older than him. But Garfiel can’t trust anyone stronger than him, and as much as he hates himself for it…

The difference between him and Reinhard van Astrea is like a newborn Earth dragon and the Divine Dragon themself. 

His mere presence makes Garfiel's rawest instincts scream—tell him to either fight-or-flight. Garfiel doesn't want to be anywhere close to Reinhard, but much less he wants Reinhard anywhere close to the Cap’n when he sleeps. At least not until Garfiel proves himself a stronger shield than Reinhard. 

Even if the Cap’n is not defenseless—at least, not usually— he is useless while he isn't awake. And that means Galfield has to fight for both of them.

"I see," Reinhard's lips tilt downwards. "I do not mean disrespect, but what I would like to discuss would be related to something personal, unrelated to our respective camps..." 

Right. Garfield's eyebrow twitches. Right. The Cap’n said they were friends. 

"...the Cap’n's asleep," his voice sounds hoarse even to his ears. Maybe if he makes his tone drier than the Augura Sand Dunes, he can get Reinhard to give up and leave?

Reinhard's eyes widen. "Is that so. From what I gathered he mostly slept during the night." 

Garfield scowls. Of course the Sword Saint knew that much. "The Cap’n does, but he couldn' sleep during the trip, as we moved without pause, just like the Emperor of the Briar who never knew rest," Garfield crosses his arms. "So he is sleeping now and won't wake up in a while." 

"I see..." Reinhard says, and an uncomfortable silence falls between them. His gaze felt so heavy that if Garfiel moved carelessly, he wouldn’t know what his fate would b— "I wanted to ask about my father, actually—” Reinhard spoke up, breaking the silence. “I heard there were some issues close to Lady Priscilla's domain that involved Subaru and him." 

It takes Garfield a second to realize what he is talking about. His joy over learning the one and only Sword Saint's father was joining Emilia's camp to help Subaru stop the Argyle healer evaporated the moment his eyes actually lied on the man. After a couple days he just became Old Man, a skilled drunkard with a sob story, rather than a member of the family his mother used to read him stories about. 

"Issues,” Garfield snorts at Reinhard’s choice of word. “Tha's one way of sayin’ it." He makes a face. "Yeah, I was there too. The Old Man made us go lookin’ for a stupid chalice with the power to cure all sickness, but in the end it's only power w’s turning water into booze. Big ass let down." 

Reinhard’s shoulders sag. "So that’s what happened…” Reinhard’s eyes finally looked past Garfiel and looked at the still closed door, an unreadable thought reflected in them. “...I am glad father was with Subaru and you nonetheless. I can't imagine him taking another disappointment well..." 

How could any member of the group that went after the dumb cup not be disappointed? The chalice would have been able to cure not only the Old Man’s wife, but the Cap’n too. As the camp’s shield it’s his duty to protect everyone from everything—including hereditary diseases. When the Old Man mentioned the rumors, he was the first to tell Emilia they absolutely needed to go.

Still— the entire conversation leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The Cap’n was already carrying enough on his shoulder, with being the Hero that defeated the Archbishop of Sloth, the White Whale and the Great Rabbit— did he really need to trouble himself with family drama when the man ain’t even dead? “Why?” 

Reinhard blinks. “Well, it has been many years—” 

“—no, not that.” Garfiel’s scowl grows. “Why do ya need to imagine it? Yar dad’s alive, you could ask him.”

Reinhard just stares, before a bitter smile covers his lips. “Although true, my father doesn’t enjoy my company, so I wouldn’t like to impose myself when unnecessary.” 

But he is alive, is what he wants to say. “My mom’s dead,” is what he says instead. Because damn— he saw the Old Man, the even Older Man and him talk during dinner and how Ottobro almost lost his head trying to stop Old and Older from killing each other, right before Priscilla arrived saying this was the most amusing shitshow she had seen in weeks. The Old Man genuinely didn’t want to be with Reinhard and his dad.

But he is alive. All three of them are. They can talk. While Garfiel's mom is dead and gone and he can't tell her how much he loves her. "Just because your father is with us, and the Cap’n is strong enough to carry the weight of yar family drama, doesn't mean he should."

Reinhard's eyes widen again. "I—" 

"The Cap’n sleeps longer when he overworks himself," Garfield cuts, his words stronger than any punch he ever did. 

And Reinhard's mouth shuts with an audible click, expression shifting into one of horror— as it should. 

"He carries everyone's problems on his back— no matter how tired he is...!" He clenches his fists. "The Cap’n is so cool, cooler than the Sage and Reid! But precisely because he is like that is that we need to push ourselves harder. Be the people the Cap’n wants us to be, even if he is too shy to tell us. Because— because...!" 

“—will you two please SHUT UP?!" The Cap’n's door parts open with a bang, and the Cap’n appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes while scowling. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep around here!”

Garfiel rushes back to his room only minutes later, but also doesn't miss Reinhard walking in direction to the Old Man's room rather than the hallway he originally came from.

beta read by @daemonerik

[penipenimermaids]

ERMMM!! MOOT!!! I KNOW THIS MIGHT BE A BIT RANDOM.... BUT..... DRAW FRAPPY AND TOOTHY GETTING MARRY!!!😔🙏🙏🙏🌈🌈🌈🌈

YESSSS THIS REQUEST IS GIVINGGGG!! 🐶🫶🏻💙🦫💜

First time drawing me and my husband together. Yes he is the bride 🐶.

ITS OFFICIAL. HES NOW MY HUSBAND.

TWO HUSBANDS 🐶🦫💙💜

YAY

[gwalch-mei]

Emoji ask game: 👁 🇪🇺 🌍 🌻👥️ 😇 🎬

thank you for the ask sarah!!!!! eye color: technically hazel! (i have central heterochromia so its hard to say exactly dsjfhusodikl) nationality: native american and scottish! favourite place: oh god this is so hard to chose from! ive recently visited europe and LOVED amsterdam! but for somewhere more local i love san francisco :3

favourite flower: bermuda buttercup!! the stems are edible and they taste really sour but theyre delicious <3 OTP: you know i gotta go with gawain and lancelot they occupy my brain 24/7. im abt to start changing them rent !!!!

blorbo: oh i have so many kdjshfjdskl gawain obvs (chief blorbo) but mr hyde from the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde, loki from god of war, rumpleteazer from CATS and electra from starlight express (musicals my beloved) favourite movie: midsommar!

[dogdayisgoodboy101]

you want a chocolate bar?

Sure!

*Being K9 species-*

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

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[remyfire]

🌹

Random WIP Sentence

Only Beej can take a simple, friendly word like pal and make it sound sweeter than darling. Makes it easier to ignore BJ's incredibly correct observation that Hawkeye would make out with his own clone. They can turn that into a naughty fantasy another day.

[preciouspatriots]

i may not go here but i DO believe in boston sports supremacy 💚 Tuned In and sending only the best vibes!!!!

boston vs everybody, yktv 🤭

[peculiarbeauty]

starseized asked: i didn't mean to interrupt you. ( the beast/prince catching her while she's in the middle of a book if thats okay !! ) PROMPTS FOR FIRST MEETINGS & AWKWARD CHATS

THE THRILLING CLIMAX of her story has her buried within. anyone could sneak up on her and surprise her.

the master of the house speaks and her thoughts are interrupted , beating heart to amplify. eyes find his own , those blue cerulean looking back into her very soul. they were so gentle.

( i didn't mean to interrupt you. ) he was kind for offering sincerity. perhaps she was more spooked just from the riveting tale in front of her. to be so quickly snapped back into physical existence was a new challenge. the villagers hardly would speak to her when she would read. instead , they spoke to one another about how funny she was.

" oh , oh no. you didn't ! " she lays the book in her lap using her hand as a bookmark for the moment. " .. " she is attempting to find the words. these two souls have come to a better understanding of their existence within the castle together , but she still feels that their words tend to fall flat. she could tell he was thinking about what to say just as much as she was. it was as if they were children , innocent children never knew what to say at the right moment.

[flyingspicerack]

10 7 39 32 HHII AEROO ^w^

10: Want any piercings? MMM yes I'd like some more!! I have the standard lobes on each ear (they used to be gauged to like 0, but then let them shrink back to normal so I could wear normal earrings) and my septum done. I want to get a bridge, and also industrial bars on my ears BUT i hear that industrials can be uncomfortable piercings to have if you wear over the ear headphones so that would be a problem for me... hrm...

7: Have tattoos? I do! I have 3! I'm willing to take pictures sometime! I have one on my left forearm that reads "Keep your eyes open" , one on my right forearm that is an ornate arrow with a moon, the aries constellation, a stylized aries symbol, and hanging beads, and a quarts crystal cluster on my right thigh colored in blue, purple, and pink

39 here

32: What words upset me the most UGH Idk if this is supposed to be like... when people are upset by the word 'moist' or 'panties' or if its supposed to be like... something that would upset me/hurt my feelings but...

i HATE the word 'naughty' it feel soooo gross to me ... blech

[sweetlovingfictionals]

Is Asriel a cuddler?

Oh yeah, absolutely! Asriel learned to be physical toucher and lover through Toriel and Asgore. Hugs, nuzzling, cuddling, and just being emotionally and physically vulnerable is something that Asriel was taught to not be afraid of. That being physical with one another is a comforting and soothing thing. I mean, we can see through Undertale's gameplay that Toriel loves giving out hugs and holding hands, and Asgore, well, he's also a big hugger and he's after all the Nose-Nuzzle champion!

My point is, Asriel is much like Toriel and Asgore. He's also a hugger, a kisser. A cuddler. And through a love starved and physical touch starved Mika, Asriel is the perfect fit for them to get all the kisses and nuzzles and cuddles he could ever ask for! Asriel is always up for holding hands, just having soft naps or even just holding for comfort. He's not afraid to show Mika he's always going to be there for them.

[salemssimblr]

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TY BOOOOOO ILYSM!!!! MWAHHH 😘

[gooboogy]

I AM HIDING ON ANON BUT YOU HAVE ALBUMS OUT???¿¿??!?@,-,,# IM LISTENING TO BLUE RIGUT NOW AND ITS SO GOOD WHAT THE HELL (POSITIVE)

AAAAAA THANK YOU!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD if there are any that you particularly enjoy/stick out to you please lemme know!! One of my favorites is JC

Silly funky bassa nova guy (this is actually on my top 100 recap for this year lol)

[kitten4sannie]

Hey beautiful ❤️, I've been following you I think for almost about a year and this is my first time asking 😭🤣. But I'd like to request with multiple members with whatever Halloween theme of your choosing 💓. But if you can or can't that's totally super fine, I know how busy life is. I just really love your writing so much, so I think anything you write will come out perfect 💯💖.

i’m gonna pretend i didn’t blush and twirl my hair from you calling me beautiful ksksb omg ty for sticking around for so long :’) i’m really happy you decided to send me a request hehe. oooo multi member and a theme that’s up to me? you’re giving me sm creative control eeeeee :3 also pleasee you’re so sweet ??? thank you so much ;; <33 i hope you enjoy what i came up with ;)

⛧ seance smutfest ⛧

pairing: boyfriends! woosan x succubus! reader

w.c: 1.9k

warnings: switch! san (just you wait <33), sub leaning! wooyoung, unintentional switch! reader (oh how the turntables…), mxm, pet names, praise, aphrodisiac (reader’s ~sex demon energy~ makes woosan horny hdjd), begging, teasing, kissing/three way kissing, spit kink, finger sucking, oral (giving), a mention of san’s beefy chest bc i have no self control, nipple play (m receiving), manhandling, fingering, cum eating, double penetration in one hole, creampies

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Wooyoung slowly woke up out of his deep sleep to a sensation like no other — a blistering fever that was making his body pulse with unexplainable pleasure. He shifted slightly, realizing his cock was enveloped in something so wet and so hot, it felt like he was about to melt into his bed sheets. He groaned, his voice deeper than usual, gazing down to see that someone, who he assumed was his boyfriend, was underneath the comforter giving him head. “Fuck, that feels so good, Sannie…I’m going to melt…”

“What feels good, baby?” San asked softly from beside him, pulling his loose tank top away from his flushed, sweat-covered chest to get some much needed air.

Panicked, Wooyoung whipped his head over to look at San, before ripping the comforter down and revealing just who was giving him sloppy toppy.

“Boo,” you responded, with your lips wrapped around Wooyoung’s shiny, twitching cockhead, using your hand to pump his slick length. “Don’t mind me.”

More dumbfounded than scared, Wooyoung silently studied your curly, ram-like horns, his toes curling from the sensation of you running your thumb back and forth over his slit, a few drops of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. “Wh-who are you?”

When you brought your hand up to one of San’s thighs to rub it, your fingers dangerously close to his cock, your spiked tail whipping around in the air, he asked softly, “What…are you?”

“Does it really matter?” you giggled, licking a stripe up Wooyoung’s shaft, delighted with the small whimper he let out, your fingers finding the bulge in San’s briefs and massaging the hardened outline of it, causing him to toss his head back into his pillow. “I’m just here to play with you both. Can I?

The feverish boyfriends turned their heads to look at each other, gazing at each other’s lips, not even having to say anything to know that they were thinking the same thing.

San pressed a gentle kiss to Wooyoung’s lips, smiling at him. “Tell her, baby.”

Flushed, Wooyoung turned to face you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your glowing eyes, his lips turning into a small pout. “Please play with us.”

Giggling, your lips curled up into a devilish smile, the tip of your tail drifting down Wooyoung’s chest, gently running your sharp nails across the grooves of San’s abs through his thin top. “Good choice.”

-

Positioned directly across from each other, with their legs loosely intertwined and their dripping cocks routinely grinding together, San and Wooyoung partook in a series of messy, desperate kisses, continually moaning onto each other’s tongues the longer you teased them.

With still enough room between their lower bodies for you to fit your head, you dragged your tongue up and down their lengths and up to their leaking tips, slipping your hand underneath them to massage their balls around, routinely squeezing the base of their cocks when they got too close to blowing their loads, granting you the opportunity to hear just how desperate humans can get when they want to cum.

“Pleassh, lemme cum,” Wooyoung whined, his words barely legible due to how intensely San was sucking on his tongue, looking down at you with teary eyes.

Despite how slippery they already were from your saliva and their dripping pre-cum, you sent a line of spit down onto their cocks to lube them up, making the couple groan wantonly, before you popped up, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin with your free hand and forcing him to face you. “Aww, you want to cum, baby? How bad?”

When San began to suck on his neck instead, Wooyoung gasped, starting to buck his hips up, pumping his cock in and out of your closed hand, encouraging San to moan and do the same. “So bad, please, I need it, need it so bad,” he pleaded, his eyebrows knitted together, his drooling mouth forming a small ‘o’.

“Mm, what about you, sweetheart? How bad do you want to cum?” you asked San, whose face was stuck in a tense, pleasured state, so desperate to cum he had pulled the front of his tank top over his head and behind his neck so that he and Wooyoung could play with his plump chest directly, their fingers rubbing circles around his nipples and pulling at them.

“So fucking bad, it hurts,” San grunted, beads of sweat cascading along his hairline, taking his eyes off of you to whimper at Wooyoung when his boyfriend began to flick his puffy, reddened nipple. He looked back at you with half-closed eyes, drool dripping past his swollen lips. “Please.”

Biting into your bottom lip, you gave yourself a pat on the back for deciding to climb through their window that night, your entire body vibrating from the sheer amounts of sexual energy they were supplying you with.

“You can cum now, you two. Go on.” Taking pity on the sweet couple, you grabbed their chins and brought their mouths back together, before reaching down to jerk them off with both hands, causing the men to moan, spasm, and continue thrusting their hips up, grinding their messy cocks together, until they painted each other’s bodies in white.

Taking San’s hand that was idly groping at his boyfriend’s body and instead guiding it to their cocks, letting him take over, you smiled at the sight of them kissing so fervently, despite already reaching their highs. “Want a taste of your sin, boys?” you asked sweetly, holding your cum-covered fingers up near their joined mouths.

San and Wooyoung looked at each other past their wet lashes, slowly allowing your fingers in between their lips, taking turns licking at them, occasionally sucking and dragging their tongues over one another’s to collect every last drop of their combined cum.

“So naughty…and so hard still.” You licked your lips at the sight of their pulsing cocks, knowing what you had to do next. “I’m gonna fuck the both of you at the same time, mmkay?” Facing Wooyoung, you climbed into the both of their laps and teased their tips with your dripping cunt, stopping to spread yourself open with a smirk on your face. “But, you need to get me ready first.”

San took the lead, reaching underneath you, his arm sliding in between your thighs, until he could reach your cunt with his fingers, rubbing your wetness around from behind, before slipping his digits inside you, pumping them in and out, making you moan. “You’re so wet, baby. Gonna take us so well.”

Wooyoung joined him, eagerly thumbing your clit, leaning into you to kiss and nip at your jaw, murmuring, “Please let us inside, baby. We’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”

At your limit, you lifted your hips up. “I want your cocks inside now,” you commanded, encouraging San to slip a third finger inside you instead, finger-fucking you so quick his hand began to cramp up, Wooyoung’s thumb pressing even harder into your clit. “Fuck–wait, didn’t you hear what I just said?”

San smiled against your neck, licking a stripe up your heated skin. “We’re just getting you ready, baby. Aren’t we, Youngie?”

“Of course, Sannie.” Wooyoung nodded, his wet hair bouncing along with his movements, leaning into your neck to lick, bite, and suck where San previously did, their fingers moving in tandem until you began to convulse.

By the time you came back from your high, you were immediately overwhelmed with the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim, your cunt stretching to accommodate the couple’s thick, veined cocks. “Oh my god, wow, that’s–”

“So good, isn’t it?” San interrupted, taking your whimpers as an invitation to plunge himself into your hole, unable to keep his hips from moving on their own, bouncing you so aggressively on his cock, he had to hold your hips in order to keep you in place. “How good is it, Youngie?”

“So fucking good, don’t stop,” Wooyoung replied in between breathy moans, not even having to move himself in order to feel mind-numbing pleasure, due to his boyfriend using your cunt like you were their own personal fleshlight.

San chuckled, the lewd, slick sounds of your cunt swallowing his cock over and over not loud enough to drown out the words that he whispered against your ear, “Wasn’t gonna.”

-

San wasn’t lying, you knew that for sure now, especially with the way he had you folded up, his hands locked into place where your legs bent, so that your knees were constantly bumping back into your shoulders. This position kept you from having any sort of control, only allowing you to take both of them inside until they decided you had enough. This alone, made your eyes roll back, falling apart for the nth time, not even knowing how many times they had filled you up. Another thing you weren’t aware of was the way San was watching Wooyoung’s cock slide in and out of your used cunt from over your shoulder, until he began to mutter dirty words to the both of you.

“Look at the way this pussy swallows up our cocks, Youngie. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?” San cooed, reaching over to run his fingers through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair who looked back at him and nodded fondly, their creamy cocks throbbing against one another, simultaneously nuzzling your heated cheek with his own, his fingers tugging at your tail. “Doesn’t it, pretty girl?”

“Yes…!” you cried, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung’s neck, hugging onto him, digging your nails into his back the longer San played with your twitching tail, making Wooyoung moan, so close to him that you both began to breath in the same air.

“Gonna cum again, baby? Because of the way we’re playing with you like this?” Wooyoung asked softly, caressing your flushed cheek, giving you a gentle smile.

“Uh-huh,” you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

Wanting to satiate his own desires, San interrupted your moment, pushing the back of your head towards Wooyoung, coaxing his boyfriend forward as well. “You should kiss.”

“Yeah,” you and Wooyoung agreed breathlessly, gazing at one another, before your lips collided together, eagerly exploring each other’s mouths until San tilted your head back towards him and brought Wooyoung’s chin close, prompting you to wait for his instructions.

“Open,” San commanded, his eyes upturned with satisfaction at the sight of your lips parting, tongues slipping out slightly.

San brought all three of your mouths together, your lips and tongues meeting in the middle, not even knowing whose tongue he was sucking the spit off of and whose lips he was biting at on account of being so lust drunk he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“Ohh, fuck, ‘m cumming,” you moaned, barely able to verbalize your words with the way Wooyoung was shoving his tongue down your throat, your cunt constricting around the boyfriends’ cocks so tightly, they both choked out a moan.

“It’s so tight, oh my god,” Wooyoung whined, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with San’s, sloppily thrusting himself into you, eventually coating your inner walls with more white.

"Mmn, here’s another load for you, baby. Take it all just like the last ones, mmkay?” San chuckled into your ear, nipping at it, slowly pumping his release into your cunt with each slow, deliberate thrust, pressing his hands into your lower abdomen and rubbing it in gentle circles, wondering just how much cum Wooyoung and him had unloaded into you.

Filled to the brim with the energy you had sought out to collect, you dropped forward into Wooyoung, grateful that he gently held you back up, your thighs trembling underneath you. “Thank you…for the meal,” you sighed out, wiping the drool from your mouth, wanting to get up from the bed so that they could see that you still had your bearings, despite the fact that you were essentially paralyzed in their arms.

“No, sweetheart,” Wooyoung began, rubbing your thigh in gentle circles, licking at the mole on his lips.

“Thank you,” San finished his boyfriend’s sentence with a dimpled smile, patting your other thigh, his brown eyes twinkling.

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