#my fingers;-;

[ayan0thegl1tch]

[4]: Quiet Nights

There will be two versions of this, one with Killer and one with Dust, due to request. I hope you are satisfied with this, Holly! If not, you can ask for a rewrite, though please give me specific details on what you would like if you want one.

WARNING: A bit of suggestive content, could also be seen as just intimate cuddling.

Context for this: The reader is half moth, per request.

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Yes ❤️ No

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[Type: Lots of fluff]

[Date finished: 6/14/2024]

[Total time(for both versions): 1 hour and 15 minutes]

[Is this a request?: Yes!^^]

[By whom?: HollyOtterTheUNholly]

[Thank you, Holly!]

[Words: 878]

[Closing Info Blog…]

Killer’s version:

The soft patting of rain against the window was drowned out by the sounds of the TV and the faint rumble coming from Cross. (I adore the headcanon that they’re able to purrTvT)

Your hums were drowsing him to sleep, finally relaxing for once in his life. You don’t remember when he was ever like this.

Well, you saw it now.

You could feel the tension in the room however, coming from his displeased ally, something Cross was happy to ignore. He didn’t give a damn about feelings right now, unless they were yours.

It seemed that the more upset he got, the more liquid spilled down his cheeks, soiling his clothes and narrowly missing the remote he was almost breaking with his tight grip.

You let out a faint sound as your antenna flicked, lifting one eye to him, a frown making its way to you at his facial expression.

Killer’s emotions tended to be…aggressive. It wasn’t a surprise, oh no, you just never expected it to be directed towards Cross due to you.

They were all extremely touch-starved, especially the two with you right now, due to not having people that cared for them, but that’s where you came in.

Cooking their meals, cleaning things, staying up comforting them when they were upset…you were basically like a mom to them.

Well, if people were…that passionate towards their mom. You doubted it.

It was a strange relationship, but you didn’t mind. You were all strange anyways.

You could feel the negative emotions surrounding him, you would’ve suffocated from that by now. Of course, all of them were much more used to things like that because of Nightmare’s aura and their backstories, you being the exception.

You purse your lips, brows furrowing together with sympathy. You simply put a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of the hard glaring he was giving the monster behind you.

His expression softened and the darkness disappeared as you patted your leg.

He eagerly took the invitation, laying his head on your lap and squeezing your thigh with a smile, a slight red blush tinted across his cheeks.

A huff from Cross, squeezing you was all you needed to know the jealousy was spreading. You let out a soft chuckle at their rivalry, both aiming to get more attention from you. Even before you came along, the two were never on the greatest terms with each other, usually being the ones to fight the most.

Of course, Killer was the one that usually tried to irritate Cross, and in return Cross would usually bite back with a stunt of his own. They were like wasps constantly stinging each other, one thing after another.

Whether it was just an opinion, to a serious group meeting, it was always something.

You patted Killer’s head as your wings wrapped around Cross, trying to balance out the love that enveloped the three of you like a cozy blanket in your little cuddle session.

You were starting to get tired yourself, the body heat from all three of you mixing to be a calming feeling. It was relaxing…

A flinch from the one behind you jostled you awake again, only to realize that it was just a reflex from your patterns. When your wings stretched out, the spots would expand to look like eyes of a sort, and it would always freak at least one of them out.

They’d never get used to it, would they?

Burying his head into your neck with an angry mumble was confirmation of this. A small nip made your lips part in surprise at the bold actions of the monochrome skeleton.

Your mouth curved upwards as you turned your head the tiniest bit to give him a kiss on the forehead.

You were smiling a lot ever since you met them, weren’t you?

…Maybe that was a good thing.

When you came to your senses again, drowsily lifting your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot more weight on the bed, and constant breathing in different paces.

Of course.

The others had decided to join you, it seemed.

Nightmare was sitting behind you and Cross, at least one tentacle wrapped snugly around each of them, Dust was facing your right, leaning into you against your side, Horror was to your left, facing you all while laying down…even Error was sitting on a make-shift hammock above you, a string tied to your finger for some sort of contact.

A happy sigh escaped you as you slowly drifted back into the dream world, the feeling of your skeletons surrounding you lulling you to sleep.

Dust’s version:

The soft patting of rain against the window was drowned out by the sounds of the TV and the faint rumble coming from Cross. (I adore the headcanon that they’re able to purrTvT)

Your hums were drowsing him to sleep, finally relaxing for once in his life. You don’t remember when he was ever like this.

Well, you saw it now.

You could feel the tension in the room however, coming from his displeased ally, something Cross was happy to ignore. He didn’t give a damn about feelings right now, unless they were yours.

It seemed that the more upset he got, the brighter his eyelight would glow and the more his scarf would fly around, like it was restless.

You let out a faint sound as your antenna flicked, lifting one eye to him, a frown making its way to you at his facial expression.

They were all extremely touch-starved, especially Killer and Cross, due to not having people that cared for them, but that’s where you came in.

Cooking their meals, cleaning things, staying up comforting them when they were upset…you were basically like a mom to them.

Well, if people were…that passionate towards their mom. You doubted it.

It was a strange relationship, but you didn’t mind. You were all strange anyways.

You could feel the negative emotions surrounding him, you would’ve suffocated from that by now. Of course, all of them were much more used to things like that because of Nightmare’s aura and their backstories, you being the exception.

You purse your lips, brows furrowing together with sympathy. You simply placed a hand on him, snapping him out of the stone-cold look he was giving the monster behind you.

His face grew darker as the light ceased and a nervous look took the place of the once-fuming one when you patted the sheets next to you.

He hesitated, but eventually gave in and leaned against you, not without some silent asking for confirmation.

A huff from Cross, squeezing you was all you needed to know the jealousy was spreading. You gently rubbed Dust’s back as your wings wrapped around Cross, trying to balance out the love that enveloped the three of you like a cozy blanket in your little cuddle session.

You were starting to get tired yourself, the body heat from the two on either side of you, pinning you between them calming your mind. It was relaxing…

A flinch from the one behind you jostled you awake again, only to realize that it was just a reflex from your patterns. When your wings stretched out, the spots would expand to look like eyes of a sort, and it would always freak at least one of them out.

They’d never get used to it, would they?

Burying his head into your neck with an angry mumble was confirmation of this. A small nip made your lips part in surprise at the bold actions of the monochrome skeleton.

Your mouth curved upwards as you turned your head the tiniest bit to give him a kiss on the forehead.

You were smiling a lot ever since you met them, weren’t you?

…Maybe that was a good thing.

When you came to your senses again, drowsily lifting your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot more weight on the bed, and constant breathing in different paces.

Of course.

The others had decided to join you, it seemed.

Nightmare was sitting behind you and Cross, at least one tentacle wrapped snugly around each of them, Killer was laying his head in your lap, snuggling into your stomach, Horror was to your left, facing you all while laying down…even Error was sitting on a make-shift hammock above you, a string tied to your finger for some sort of contact.

A happy sigh escaped you as you slowly drifted back into the dream world, the feeling of your skeletons surrounding you lulling you to sleep.

[peteytheparrot]

devastating realization… hes not urpl

[hinamie]

10 years later

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

mycenaean miku

she was there singing on the beaches of llion. homer copied the catalogue of ships from her.

[evercelle]

[anna-pineappel]

Writing really goes one of two ways:

1. Write 3k words in 30 minutes

2. Takes 3 hours to write 3 sentences

There is no in between

[kerrste]

I can’t beleive they just walked around like this for the whole movie

[ifartconfetti]

Hello neurodivergent people. I was wondering if I'm just weird or it is common to not being able to learn certain motoric skills at the same time as my peers and learned them MUCH later

[chthonic-kids]

grandma demeter is ready for war

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

[wuntrum]

what if a femme robot liked it when her butch creator performed routine maintenance tasks on her (in a sexual way) (and they were both girls)? i guess you'll have to read my new (free) comic to find out!!

[lylahammar]

the way that this page in particular was adapted just OOZES studio trigger tbh. like I know everyone likes to joke about studio trigger being the horny studio, but the quick jerky animation direction is what truly makes their work recognizable to me. I can practically see Lio Fotia bleeding through the pixels in that 5 frame animation of Falin peeking through her fingers

[jovialcheesecakebluebird]

👇👇👇

[vespertilionis]

Tim: “Hey, where’s that scar from? I don’t remember you ever being in any fights that would cause that type of injury.”

Dick: “It’s something I prefer not to talk about. My memory of it is blurred anyway, so I couldn’t tell you if I wanted to—“

Jason, who got into their coms channel a few seconds ago: “HE GOT NAILED IN THE FACE DURING PE!”

Dick: “…How about we focus back on the stakeout.”

[hinamie]

dead man walking

[lilithland]

imagine you move to somewhere in the south, lots of open land between houses and lots of friendly neighbors

one of your older neighbors, who could be your fathers age stops by one day dropping off treats, maybe it’s drinks you don’t realized are spiked, maybe it’s some brownies laced with weed, you’re just too dumb, too naive to question his motives

you’re just about to go out into town, dressed in the shortest skirt you can find, basically a belt, no panties of course

you have a top on so low that your nipples are nearly popping out, they’re hard from the cold so everyone can see them anyway

before you head out you munch on the treats your neighbor brought, you find yourself feeling fuzzy and light

you stumble out of the house, heels clicking and feet wobbely, you only make it as far as your old neighbors porch

he’s on a rocking chair, sipping away at a beer

“oh princess, what’s wrong?”

“i feel funny” you manage to get out through hiccups and giggles, far too gone by that point

he manhandles you into his lap, not that you’re resisting

he turns you around so you’re both facing the street, he doesn’t have to even try to hike your skirt up, your pussy is on display for anyone who walks by, he pulls your top down so your tits are also out in the open

he start to finger your tight little hole, you start to moan like a bitch in heat, throwing your head back, you’re far too gone to say no to anything that’s happening

without warning your neighbor starts to fuck his beer bottle in and out of your dripping cunt, you think you hear some other neighbors approach, the man striking up a conversation that you can’t hear, far too lost in the bottle working its way into your cunt

you start trying to hump the bottle but are cut off by your tits being smacked and then groped

“behave” he snaps

you whimper and whine, not processing a word that’s being said, and continue to try and hump the bottle that has now stilled in your pussy

“aww, is the bitch too dumb to understand. no worries we have all the time to train you to be the perfect little cocksleeve”

the man rips the bottle out of your cunt, when you open your mouth to whine he shoves the bottle down your throat

“clean up your girl juice”

you suck and he starts to finger your ass, you moan around the bottle and clench around nothing

“you know exactly where that’s going princess”