#nnnh thinking

[fallenfawnn]

I like that you censored your cunt with an X. Like "This is they target, kick this gross fucking thing".. Now I'm thinking about cunt punches. No one talks about cunt punches.

hnnnnghnnn umm >..< .. ya ur right no one doess

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Azul Ashengrotto - "Lovely Little Angel Fish"

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In which a certain Octavinelle dorm prefect is moved to tears by the love he feels. Or; In which Azul Ashengrotto is praised and worshiped until he's broken down into a timid, trembling heap of sobs and sniffles by his adoring lover; You.

Warnings -> Pretty damn suggestive, but there's no smut to speak of in this post.

                                                                                                   

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"N‐nnmh... [Name]..."

The silver-haired man whimpers as he tries and fails to push your face away from his own with trembling hands.

He looked an absolute mess at this point. Their face was all pink and stained with tears that continued to flow from his glassy grey-blue eyes. Sniffling and whimpering with every compliment that fell from your lips and every kiss you placed on his body. He was shaking like a leaf, tremors ripping through him every time you looked at him like that; with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

"Angel? I asked you a question, didn't I? Can you answer it for me?"

Cooing at him softly, you cup his cheek and run the pad of your thumb just under his eye in a futile attempt to dry his tears.

What a pathetic display he showed you, weakly shaking his head in defiance and continuing to try and push you back. He babbled and whined out words that you couldn't comprehend; you didn't even think he was trying to speak at this point.

"My pretty boy, can you please do as I asked? I've been very patient, you know. It's becoming hard to hold back, my love."

You lean in and mutter into his pink-tipped ear; pressing a kiss to his temple, then his cheek, then his jaw, and finally his neck.

Azul's pretty tear-filled eyes clench shut, burning from crying for hours on end, as he tries to hide his face in the pillows; curling his nude body in on itself. You could practically see on his face what he was thinking; 'this is way too embarrassing', 'Please don't make me say it', 'Don't look at me like that'. By The Seven, he was so cute, everything he did always had you on the cusp of absolutely ruining him.

"'S not true...–hic–...'m not beautiful...haah...p‐please, [Name]..."

The crying silver-haired man whined; his body going limp in your hold from exhaustion after fighting you for so long.

"My sweet little angel fish, won't you please tell me how beautiful you are? What do you love about yourself? I don't have to punish you, do I?"

You purr at him as you gently caress his face with the back of your fingers, peppering sweet kisses all over his damp face.

Azul helplessly tries to follow your face with his own; trying desperately to connect his lips with yours. He opened his puffy redish lids, letting the collected tears spill out as he looked into your half-lidded gaze.

"I‐I'm— I... my eyes... l‐love my eyes 'cause you—... you look at 'em like you love me..."

He sobs out quietly through pants and shuddering breaths, wrapping his heavy arms around your neck and pulling you in to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his bleary-eyed stare. What a precious boy your little Azul was. No matter how much he fought you at first, he would always turn around and try to make you happy in the end. You couldn't help but wonder how tricked someone as wonderful as him into being your boyfriend.

"That's because I do love you, baby."

You looked at him and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling sweaty his chest flat up against your own.

"Nnnh... I... I love you too, [Name]..."

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[edosianorchids901]

When You Fall Asleep

Ace Omens Hugfest prompt - "an accidental hug"

Rome, 41 AD

“Would you like any more oysters?” Aziraphale asked, leaning forward to acquire a bowl of grapes. “Or are you all set?”

“Nnnh, this m’ set. I don’t, er. Eat big meals all that often.” Blinking slowly, Crowley pushed his tiny dark glasses up onto the top of his head. They knocked into his silly silver laurel wreath, and he hissed in irritation. “Guh. Here, hold this.”

He wrenched the wreath off and put it on Aziraphale’s head. It slid to one side and bumped into his ear, threatening to topple off.

With a chuckle, Aziraphale adjusted the wreath and fluffed his hair up to accommodate it. “Very stylish. What is with your outfit, anyway? I don’t think togas are supposed to be black, are they?”

“M’ not gonna be caught dead in white, am I?” Crowley snapped, snatching the jug of wine. “Probably literally caught dead. D’ya have any idea what Hell would probably do to me if I showed up wearing white? Besides, blood shows on white. S’ not exactly a good thing for a demon to be wearing.”

Aziraphale frowned, confused by the sudden outburst. “I know you’re a demon, but it’s not as if you’re running around stabbing people. Are you?”

“No! I’m the one getting stabbed, usually. And beaten, cut, whipped, whatever.” Crowley’s irritated expression slid to deeply glum. “It’s better when I can stay on Earth. I like Earth, even when I’m having to deal with bastards like Caligula. At least it’s not… I can get away from it all, up here.”

“Ah.” Unsure what to say, Aziraphale twisted his hands together. He eyed Crowley, suddenly quite chilled. “And you had to go to Hell recently?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

Even Aziraphale, who sometimes struggled with such things, couldn’t miss the heavy sarcasm in Crowley’s voice. Swallowing hard, he slid a little closer on the dining couch. “I’m sorry. Is there, um… anything I can do to help?”

Crowley shrugged and poured his wine. He largely missed the cup, pouring wine all over his leg. “Shit. M’ not very coordin… whatever. Maybe had too much to drink.”

He drank more anyway, then clumsily topped off Aziraphale’s cup as well. Aziraphale drank, a trifle lost. He was quite intoxicated himself, and that made it rather difficult to determine the right course of action. But there must be something he could do.

“Are you injured anywhere?” he asked, leaning to look at Crowley’s toga. He didn’t see any bloodstains, but it was black, after all. Much harder to see blood, indeed. “I could heal you.”

“Nuh. Not hurt anymore.” Crowley swayed, reaching for the jug again. He let out a derisive snort. “Too bad we didn’t run into each other yesterday. Coulda used it then.”

“Oh! Oh dear.” Stricken, Aziraphale clutched his hands together again. “Oh, I didn’t realize you’d been hurt so recently. I’m sorry. You really ought to be resting, rather than me pestering you to spend time together.”

Something odd tugged at Crowley’s expression. He took another drink, then set the cup down and leaned back. His dark glasses fell off his head and vanished amid the pillows. “Nah. This is, er. A good distraction. Hanging out and everything. It’s loads better than just sitting around being all blah. And we can argue and stuff! I like when we get all…”

He did some sort of complicated flailing gesture with both arms, as if trying to demonstrate the enthusiastic verbal sparring they’d engaged in earlier. Then he overbalanced, toppled over, and slammed into Aziraphale’s side.

“Oh!” Aziraphale automatically caught him, pulling his limp body closer. “Crawley— Crowley, are you quite all right?”

“Nnnnyeaaah,” Crowley mumbled, eyes closed. “I just. Just. Er. Drinking.”

“Yes, you certainly have been drinking.” Concerned, Aziraphale hugged him closer. Then he realized he was hugging a demon, and wondered if he ought to stop.

But no. He didn’t want to stop. And Crowley was certainly too drunk to straighten up. Really, Aziraphale was more than slightly drunk, and therefore possessed lowered inhibitions. It was quite reasonable to hug a demon, under those circumstances.

Crowley had been rather tense all day, a fact Aziraphale had noticed earlier without realizing the cause. Now, though, Crowley went quite liquid in his arms, like a cat fitting into an oddly shaped container. “Oh. Wow. You’re really ridiculously warm, you know that? S’ like. Like. Sunning on a really soft rock or something.”

“Quite a compliment,” Aziraphale teased softly. “And you look rather thoroughly intoxicated and on the verge of dozing off.”

“Nnnhrgnmph.”

Smiling, Aziraphale cradled the demon to his side, Crowley’s head on his shoulder. Crowley had somehow gone even more liquid now, his lips slightly parted, eyes still closed. His breaths slowed, deepening. Perhaps he really was falling asleep.

Remarkable, that Crowley could feel safe enough to sleep here after being hurt so recently. The trust was quite an honor, really, and Aziraphale gladly settled in to watch over him.

[certified-monstrosity]

[/i failed a midterm i studied hard for, yall know what that means]

[/kinky venting ooOOOoo]

Ashtray Pup

concepts: petplay, mommy kink, sadism (tw!), praise, intox, scent kink

i had a rough day. class was a drag and im not in a good mood. that is, until i get home.

my puppy is waiting for me inside with his collar on and leash in his mouth for me to take hold of. and better still, he's in one of my favorite outfits of his. he must've been able to tell i was off over the phone.

such a smart pup.

from the moment i take his leash, i automatically feel a bit of stress float up off of my shoulders. but there will be more to come, and he knows it.

"it was a long day for mommy, pup. youre gonna fix that for me, ok? can you do that, darling?"

petting him and taking him to kneel in front of me while i sit on the edge of my bed and pull out a joint. i put it to my lips and i dont have to utter a word for him to light it for me.

he learns pretty fast for a puppy, truthfully.

i tip his chin up and hold the joint to his lips until he starts to cough and choke on the heavy smoke.

"shh, it's ok, good pet~ you can keep going, puppy, mommy's got you~"

i tap the ashes off against his shoulder and he winces but then leans into the heat. so pretty.

the joint passes back and forth between our lips, though it never leaves my hand. occasionally ill tug on his leash while he's holding a hit and make him choke. but that only gets him higher.

every time i need to ash i press it against his skin somewhere else. this leads to him squirming and blushing, and his eyes gradually glaze over, turning a gorgeous shade of pink.

as i feel the heavy, hazy, warm sensation melt into my mind, more and more of the tensions of the day ease out of my muscles.

i lay up against the pillows on the bed and he moves almost immediately to carefully take off my shoes and set them aside neatly.

"how precious, even when youre stoned you remember your training~ such a good boy~"

my legs spread lazily and i tug him onto the bed by the leash, one hand on his shoulder to force him down between my legs. he's so cute like this, a blushy mess.

it's obvious that smoking has had certain effects on his poor, sensitive body. his face is flushed, his breath is unsteady, and his underwear stopped fitting comfortably a while back.

"my pretty thing, you love it when i use you like this, dont you~"

all he can do is whimper. he's just a pup, after all, i don't expect anything else. he's a needy little puppy all high and hard and desperate to make me feel better no matter what he has to do.

petting his hair before i take a loose handful, pulling my skirt up with my free hand, and use it to press his face against my underwear. im already wet just thinking about what im gonna do to him, and the smell is making his poor puppy instincts even messier.

"aww, you like that don't you, pup~"

my fingers slide my underwear down my legs and i guide his face into my sopping heat without warning, grip tight on his leash to keep him from going too far too fast.

letting his tongue fuck me slowly and greedily for a bit until i tug his leash to see his pretty face covered in my slick and his drool.

i turn onto my stomach and pull his leash over my shoulder, relishing in the sound of his gasps and whiny whimpers as he's forced into doggy with his breath against the back of my neck and his hips involuntarily humping mine.

the sweet little thing cant help it, he's a puppy, it would be impossible for him not to rut against me in this position. so i order him to pull his underwear down and proceed to grind my hips up and back against him.

its slippery, warm, swollen skin on skin until i finally yank his leash forward and force him into me.

i hold his leash tight, keeping him fucking me deep and slow.

"nnnh~ such a good boy~ doing such a good job for mommy, pup~"

we stay rocking back and forth, groaning and huffing, his weight leaning on top of mine and his collar pulled tight around his neck by the leash in my grasp until

"be a good puppy and spill for me~"

we both cum hard and collapse together on the bed, exhausted but happy, the treachery of the day forgotten.

cuddling him into me and kissing him all over his face, scratching his back and telling him what a good pet he was and how proud i am of him for listening so well.

[jellyfitzjelly]

Aradin was straddling Zevlor, his hips bucking wildly, desperately chasing his own release as the hellspawn watched with amusement.

“For someone who loathes us beings with horns you certainly are enjoying my cock up your-“

“Sh-Shut it horns- this means nothin-“ Aradin interrupted, but he was quickly silenced by his own groan, the sound echoing off the walls of the small cave. Aradin was too prideful, too stubborn, too angry at his circumstances to accept he was enjoying this.

Zevlor chuckled darkly, gripping Aradin's hips, guiding him down as his cock disappeared deeper inside his tight little human ass.

Aradin shuddered, moaning, his nails clawing into Zevlor's chest, trying to find leverage, something to push back against as his own cock ached, bouncing between them, begging for release.

“You could always ask me to touch it, to jerk you off, but then I would know that you enjoyed this and you would lose what little control you think you still have... You have no power here, boy.”

Zevlor growled, slamming up, hard and fast. Aradin was so close, so ready. He could feel his balls drawing up, his cock twitching. The pressure in his gut building, “I- I aint no boy- AH- I- I- Ahhh- I aint- nnnh- gonna let you-“

“Let me what? Make you cum? It seems I have already done that multitude of times-“ Zevlor’s tail came between them and wrapped around the base of Aradin’s cock… The appendage squeezing, gliding up and down the poor adventurer’s shaft as he continued to slam up into his tight little ass.

Aradin sobbed, frustrated tears burning his eyes as he threw his head back and cried out. His cock was leaking beads of precum- oozing from the tip and dripping onto Zevlor.

Aradin had cum so many times already and his cock was sensitive, too sensitive. His whole body was sensitive, he couldn't take anymore. But there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“T- To hells w-with ya- a- ahh- I ain’t gon-nah- ha~ ah~ h-ha~ Ahhhh~ H-Haa~ C-Cum- I- I can't- no more- a-ah- ahh- ah~ H-Ha!!” Aradin’s mouth was open wide, panting, saliva dribbling down his chin, his eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock turned a dark shade of red… The veins bulging and twitch before a stream of cum shot out.

The thick milky liquid squirting across Zevlor's chest and over his stomach. The white, creamy mess dripped down the length of his shaft, mixing with the oozing precum.

Zevlor groaned, the sound more animal than man, “good boy~”

Aradin couldn't take it anymore. His ass raw and sore. He could feel his own hole being torn open and yet his cock was still leaking. The worn out adventure fell forward, his face in the crook of the hellspawn's neck. He was panting hard, his eyes heavy and half lidded as he tried to recover…

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

MY GOOOD KIWI I HAVE NO WORDS THIS IS SO GOOD

The way you write them having hate sex....insane about it actually. You get me. Thank you for this honestly you didn't have to, you're so sweet. 😭

I am so bad at saying things BUT GOD I AM KEEPING THIS IN MY FAVES you write so well... i know you usually don't do this pairing but you captured them perfectly....i can only hunger for more and start biting like a feral beast because this is just so good.

Anyway if you loved this you should check out @dark-and-kawaii who does a lot of zevlor stuff!

[ofthemorningstars]

AS ONE

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut

1.2k words

Ao3 version

Terzo and Omega share a tender morning together.

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HUGE shout out to @evereverest2 for their encouraging and inspirational words, and to @puuuders for writing a story based on the prompt I commented that inspired my own story.

All criticisms welcome. Enjoy!

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Terzo opened his eyes slowly, his vision swimming back into focus. His awareness returned in increments and he sorted what he could process. Cool air, warm blankets, and the warmer form of Omega spooned up behind him, arm draped heavily over his side. His ghoul’s bare skin almost burned against his, still naked from their explorations the night before. The comforting heat threatened to lull him back to sleep. He glanced over at the alarm clock that was dimly illuminating the room in a red light. 4:30. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He knew that if he fell back asleep now, he’d never wake up on time to meet the demands of the looming schedule of his ministry duties. 

“Finally, you’re awake,” he heard the ghoul rumble in his ear, voice graveled with sleep. 

“Too early, it seems,” Terzo chuckled. “Why are you up at an hour like this, amore?”

In response his lips found Terzo’s neck, trailing lazily as he hummed against his skin. He pressed his hips against the smaller man, erection insistent at Terzo’s back. “I was thinking about you,” he said breathily in Terzo’s ear.

Terzo inhaled sharply, heat spearing through him. He turned his head so that their lips could meet. The kiss was tender but quickly built until it was deep enough that they both had to pull away to catch their breath.

“Mio caro,” Terzo breathed. “Was last night not enough for you?” he added teasingly.

“Never,” Omega purred, returning to Terzo’s neck, nuzzling. Teeth found flesh, and Terzo groaned. If he felt a stir during their kiss, he was throbbing now. Omega’s hands began to wander leisurely over Terzo’s body, touch burning, until Terzo felt as though he might burst into flames. Sensing his growing desperation, Omega moved down the bed until he could grind against Terzo’s ass. Terzo let out another quiet groan.

“Nnnh… you could've just woken me, mio caro.”

“You need your sleep, Papa,” Omega teased. He was right. Life at the ministry had always been hectic, especially for an Emeritus, but since being appointed to his new position he rarely got time for himself. He had been going for weeks. He felt run ragged. He was dimly grateful for his husband’s consideration underneath the haze of arousal.

“Si, I suppose you’re right.” Another kiss, hungry, full of want and unspoken promises. After a few long minutes it broke to heavy breathing and Terzo pushing back into Omega. Omega rolled onto his back, reaching for the lube on his nightstand that they’d never had a chance to put away. Terzo felt the loss of Omega's form acutely.

“Are you ready?” Omega asked softly in his ear. Terzo closed his eyes and nodded. Terzo lifted his leg and slung it over Omega’s, allowing him better access. Slowly, gingerly he worked his now slicked cock inside of him. Terzo let out a shaking breath as Omega was fully seated, taking a moment to adjust to his beloved’s considerable size. When he was comfortable, he ground down on Omega, hungry and wanting more. Omega began to move in slow, languid thrusts as they groaned together. Omega’s hands started gently caressing, delicately teasing nipples before trailing down. He explored every inch of his lover’s skin that he could access, claws not scratching but gliding, tickling. A palm carded achingly slowly down his stomach and through the v of his hips. Terzo felt an electric jolt as Omega cupped and stroked his balls before finally, finally taking a few tentative, almost shy strokes of his cock. Terzo hissed sharply at the contact, his whole body feeling like it was humming. He found a steady, punishing rhythm and Terzo couldn’t hold back a moan. He was on fire. Maybe a little too on fire…

“Omega…” Something in Terzo’s tone made him pause, briefly going still. “Please, amore, don't stop” he panted. “Just…. Let me go, I want this to last.” Omega chuckled and obliged, resuming his thrusts but releasing Terzo, burying his face into his neck and kissing sweetly. 

They continued on at a steady grinding pace until Omega heard Terzo's breath coming harder, his moans transforming into mewling and growing needier with every thrust. “What do you need, mio amato?” omega whispered in his ear.

“You,” Terzo whimpered, pushing back into Omega's hips, desperately trying to take in as much of him as he could. 

Heat shot through Omega, and he growled low. He loved to hear him like this, Terzo's grip on his control slipping and giving way to want. He never wanted this to end, wanted to stay in this moment forever, to bask in the bliss of the way their bodies fit together and their souls melded as one. But his own grip on his composure was slipping. His thrusting began to pick up speed and increase in force. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, soft exclamations and the symphony of skin hitting skin. Omega's hand slipped to Terzo's hip, gripping hard, claws digging into the tender flesh. 

Terzo was close. Omega could sense it, could taste it. He chased it ravenously, nearing the end of his own tether. His hand snaked aound to stroke Terzo, hard and fast. Terzo came with a shout tearing its way from his throat, clenching around Omega and tipping him over the edge as well. He shook, snarling, his vision going dark. He was drowning in pleasure so intense that it almost hurt as wave after wave crashed over him.

When he finally drifted back down it was with a whimper of his own. He found himself half slumped over Terzo’s cooling form, his lover still struggling to catch his breath as Omega’s seed leaked out of him. Omega slumped back against his pillow, drained, but did not draw out of Terzo.  Instead, he pulled him against himself tightly, fitting so snuggly into the curve of his own body that if he closed his eyes he could forget that they were ever separate. His tail wrapped around Terzo’s leg possessively. They lay there dozing, completely intertwined, until the sunlight peeking through the edges of the chamber curtains was bright enough that their obligations could no longer be ignored. As they begrudgingly got up and prepared for the day ahead, they both mourned the loss of the other's warmth and promised each other that no matter how long the day, they would return once more to their sanctuary this evening, like always, where they could again be united together as one.

[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 1

Mika: Hmmm? Only 30 minutes till’ our live and Nazuna-nii isn’t here yet…

Shu: Kagehira. Quit shaking, it’s uncomfortable. To rephrase it, it’s vulgar.

Don’t get distracted just because nobody is watching us, Valkyrie must always remain graceful.

If you behave unsightly I won't allow you to go up on stage. Understand? 

Whether you are there or not, it won't matter. 

Mika: Nnnnh, I’m sorry Oshi-san Standin’ around in the same place gets annoyin’. Is it okay if I follow you for a bit? 

Shu: Don't move on your own, even if you walk just a little you’ll soon forget what you have to do. 

As far as I’m worried you’ll ruin your costume.

Mika: Nnnh? Osh-san is worried about me~? I’m so happy.

Shu: What I’m worried about is the costume, not you! Just how much effort do you think went into tailoring the costume?

Kagehira, just take responsibility. 

It’s not something easy where you can just wash it if it gets dirty.

Mika: Nnnn~ I’m happy with our matchin' costumes. Oshi-san makes new costumes every live performance

So refreshin’ ♪

This is our general costume for Valkyrie right? Ha~ It’s cool, make us look like antique dolls ♪

Shu: It’s not supposed to create a nostalgic feeling, but the trend where it’s good if it’s new...I can’t stand it. 

I’m used to tailoring these kinds of costumes, I’m the only one who can prepare/tailor the costumes on my own. ♪

Mika: Nnnn, Mado-nee is also wearin' a matching costume! Cute~♪

Shu: That’s right, that’s right, praise more.

Rather than wearing it just because it looks cute on Mademoiselle, it’s only natural it looks good because I designed it. 

You too...Well it only looks good on you because you’re only good appearance-wise. 

Mika: Eh? Really? I’m happy~ Oshi-san has praised me~♪

Shu: Don't jump around! It would be a problem if you hooked your clothes somewhere, you careless person.

Nazuna: …..

Mika: Nnnhn!? I was surprised... Nazuna-nii how long have you been standin’ there? It’s quite late, I was worried! 

Nazuna: ….. 

Mika: Don’t act so intimidatin’! I’m older than you Nazuna-nii. I wont know what to do if you suddenly bowed yer head~...

Nazuna: …..?

Mika: Nnnn? Lookin’ at the costume? This is our basic Valkyrie costume, I get to match with you Nazuna-nii~♪

Nazuna: …..♪

Mika: Yeah! I think it looks great too! I’m sure it’ll look good on you too, Nazuna-nii.

Shu: Kagehira. Just shut up for a little bit. 

...It’s very late, Nito

Nazuna: …..

Shu: Well I’d say it’s okay, hurry get dressed. Your costume is over there. 

It’ll be difficult to wear it yourself, I’ll help you. 

Nazuna: ….. nods head 

Shu: Aaa, Nito, Nito, Nito…♪ My perfectly tuned, beautiful lovely marionette. Even today as well, you are perfect…☆

It’s a miracle of God given by heaven.

It’s such a shame to share this brilliant frame to average people in this world, I wish to keep it all to myself…♪

But unfortunately it cannot happen. 

Those insects are very disturbing these few days, so we have to defeat them. In order to do that we need you. 

Don’t worry, I’ll clean up this mess soon. 

Because it’s ‘fine’ we’re up against I thought what it would be like against Tenshouin, but after all, it’s child's play. 

They are not only the enemy of Valkyrie, of course there are others snobs within our eyes.

Let’s kick it all away, destroy it and pack it into a cheap stuffed toy♪

These days, including me, there’s a group called ‘ The 5 Eccentrics’ and so on.

At this point, everyone seems to be watching us silently. There is nothing in this world that tunes out our reign/superiority. 

Just a little more and this world will turn into a beautiful exhibition designed by me. 

It won't take long, just a little more patience. 

Nazuna: …..nods head

Shu: Nito, cute little rabbit…let's create a perfect world for you with no dust.

First of all, let’s begin to prepare for this showcase. 

Even if you spare the trouble of helping us, it’s still troublesome. 

Separated from the fools and the weak… let’s only bring the most beautiful and valuable into heaven.

Now, the beginning of a fun puppet show~ KaKaKaKa ♪

notes: i love shu sm im gonna die

[catscidr]

We need more of natural remedy!! 😭 expect with comfort and the reader starts to get better maybe?💕

im so glad you enjoyed it nonnie ueue i was talking about it to my friend and told him i felt like it was the opposite of my magnum opus bc i disliked how i wrote it so much LMAOO im happy it was an enjoyable read!! ur making me all mushy and uegfnshjns (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, proofread only a lil includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 1,1k -ˋˏ continuation to this mini fic! (but this can be read without reading part 1 prior)

Waking up is always a gamble when you’ve been sick for a while. Will today finally be the day that you can get out of bed, or will you be forced to rot in bed again, enduring whatever bullshit a higher power decided to throw in your face by making your body fight some miniscule bacteria in your system? Falling ill is something everyone can relate to, and you (unfortunately) weren’t an exception. 

However, when opening your eyes, you find yourself able to think clearly (or as clearly as you can when waking up on a regular day). You rub your eyes clean of the crust, a sign that you’ve slept decently well, and look at your surroundings. Your legs were tangled in your bed sheets, your hair all messy, you even had some dried saliva on the corner of your mouth from when you had switched from breathing through your nose to becoming a mouth-breather during the night... but nothing too out of the ordinary. 

Relieved that today seemed to be starting off relatively well, you untangle yourself from the duvet (you make a mental note to wash them later, they still vaguely smelled of perspiration from when you had sweat through them the day before) and hop out of bed. To excited to finally have working muscles, you get up too fast and feel your knees buckle beneath your weight as you fall against the side of the bed with a quiet oof. 

The noise startled a certain someone awake, quiet groaning making itself heard on the other side of the bed. Still half asleep, you don’t register that the noise wasn’t from your imagination, but was from your lover, Tartaglia. When it finally does click, you tiptoe your way around the bed and lean down to brush ginger locks away from his face and watch how his brows furrow as a result. 

“Nnnh... too bright,” he grumbles quietly, burrowing his face in the blanket covering his body. You chuckle softly, kneeling on the floor and resting your chin on the bed to lessen the strain on your (still tired) legs from crouching. 

“‘M sorry I woke you,” you say quietly, pulling the sheet away from his face, just enough to free his mouth from having his voice get muffled from the fabric. The redhead murmurs a quiet it’s fine and stretches his legs, dubious noise leaving his lips. 

As he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, Tartaglia sniffled and cracked one eye open to assess your state. Physically you looked fine, maybe a bit disheveled from having woken up barely five minutes ago, but overall, nothing that screamed “Hey I’m sick as balls and I can’t function”. A satisfied hum leaves him as he leans over you to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, your stomach fluttering at the sweet gesture. 

“Nice to see you up and awake,” he says, voice rumbling from his vocal cords not having been used for a couple of hours. You nod in response, standing up from your kneeling position and dust your knees off, stretching your arms over your head. 

“Mhm. I’m glad I finally have the energy to stand, at the very least.” Slipping your feet into your warm house slippers, you wait for him to get up as well, observing the way his shirt rode up to reveal strong, freckled skin beneath it. You felt the urge to pepper him in kisses as thanks for him taking care of you for the past couple of days but push it down as soon as you hear (and feel) your stomach rumbling. A sheepish smile creeps its way onto your face as Tartaglia slowly turns his head to look at you, one brow raised, and both eyes narrowed in your direction. 

“You’re hungry,” he mumbles, almost accusatory. “Told you that you should’ve eaten something yesterday,” he adds in a way that almost makes him sound like he’s... sulking? 

“I know, I’m sorry,” you huff, a bashful flush appearing on your cheeks. “I was just so tired,” you add with your cheeks puffed out, standing your ground. No way was he going to make you feel guilty for wanting to sleep of all things. 

Unable to keep up his irritated façade, Tartaglia smiles at you. He stands up, putting on his slippers as well and ruffles your hair affectionately. A noise of surprise leaves you as you turn to face him, watching his figure retreat out of the bedroom door and into the hallway leading towards the kitchen. 

“Hey, what was that for!” you huff, catching up to him easily, his lazy strides not making it all that hard to stay away from you. Tartaglia simple chuckles, the sound easing your nerves at least slightly. 

“Mm, payback.” He responds with a lazy smile, opening the fridge and taking some fruits out. Some raspberries, blueberries and other various small fruits to snack on until he decides to make a better breakfast. He places them on the table- in which you eagerly sit at, tossing the berries in your mouth with a delighted hum. 

“Thanks for helping me bathe last night,” you say softly, watching the redhead take some ingredients out of the fridge and the pantry, placing them on the counter. He takes a large pout from one of the cupboards before glancing back at you and flashing you a coy smile. 

“Mm, ‘course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my beloved in their time of need?” he says dramatically, turning his attention away from you and back to the pot in his hands. He fills it up with water, the sound echoing in the bowl, effectively muffling the sound of Tartaglia sniffling for a second time this morning. 

You shrug, picking out a few raspberries out from their container and tossing them in your mouth. Silently, you bask in the joy of being able to properly breathe through your nose, lounging in your chair. You did feel better, however you still felt slightly weak from not doing anything for days on end. Just as you were about to speak up and mention how funny it was that Tartaglia hadn’t gotten sick even though he’d been sticking to your side like glue, he sneezes. 

You jump in surprise, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the sneeze. He wipes his nose, back still facing you- almost hoping you didn’t hear it. But how could you possibly not have heard it when it was loud enough to wake up whatever wildlife was hanging around your humble cabin? 

Shoulders slumping, you heave out an exasperated groan, holding back a laugh from the pure absurdity of your situation. You get up and grab a box of tissues for him, handing it to him as you pat his back reassuringly. Of course he would get sick now of all times. You still can’t help but to tease him, though. 

“...Did you have to sneeze in the pot?”

[jasgirl-creations]

Mommy please, my dick feels so hard and sore... I know you told my sister and me that we're gonna be your cum faucets for the rest of our lives but its been twelve years since graduation and it's so stiff it hurts! I can't remember the last time I was soft... Your son and daughter are more cock than person, stop giving us s-so many pills, and stop giving us your milk, we're n-nearly thirty... I... Uhm... Wow mommy, your titties looks so big and heavy... I... I uh... Nnnh, mommy can I have just a little sip please?

"Shhhhh... shhhhhh..." Don't worry, sweaty. Don't even think. Thinking isn't what you're good for. Mommy knows best! Just suck on my titty. Suck. That's it. I know you love my breast milk. How could you not? Its so laced with addictive chemicals that you start drooling the moment you see your mother's breasts. You just can't help yourself, can you? Shhhhh... its okay. Just don't think about it. Suck. Just suck. Now where's you sister? Oh, there you are. Hiding in the closet. You like to watch, don't you? I know you do. You like to watch and stroke that big fat cock mommy gave you. That's okay. That's what girl cocks are for. Mommy like to stroke hers too, you know that. You've watched me so many times. No come here. Come here! Ohhh, I see your titties have grown again. Almost as big as your brother's breasts. he is the chesty one, isn't he. No wonder, look how hard he sucks on mommy's milkers! You don't want your brother outdoing you, do you? Girls really should have bigger titties than boys. Yes, I know your brother's boobs are already much bigger than your head. But won't it feel so, so good when yours are twice that big? You know it will! No, don't shake your head and try to crawl away. I know you just want to crawl back into the closet and suck your own cock. If I left you two alone that's all I'd ever do. Your brother was telling me that you're both more cock than person. Well, you certainly think with your cock, don't you? No, hats okay. Mommy isn't mad. I gave you a nice big girl dick for a reason. But that reason wasn't to think. You need to be just as dumb and horny as your brother. See what a good slut he is? Look, he's stroking his cock too while he nurses on Mommy. See? You can do as Mommy says and still have your greedy little hands wrapped around your giant girl dick. But first, Mommy wants you to take another dose of pill. Be a good girl and open up. That's it. Swallow. Good! That wasn't so bad, was it? These will help you with your booby problem. You'll get more nutrients out of Mommy's beast milk now. Your titties will be swelling again in no time. And you won't have to worry about pleasing Mommy anymore. You won't be capable of worrying about anything. After this dose you'll be far too dumb to think. From now on you and your brother really will be nothing but mommy's suck sluts and cum faucets!

[sauriansolutions]

Tweels Burping Dialog

My blog isn't nearly gross enough... So, hello, The Internet! Have this terrible thing I made!

I haven't posted my real burping headcanons (burpcanons, if you will 🙄) for any Twst characters yet. (Poke me if you wanna see them!) (Don't be shy!) (I don't bite!) (... without explicit consent~ 😏)

Anyway, important context: Jade's dialog changes based on circumstances. Mainly, whether he's alone, in public with Polite Mode turned on, or with somebody who's got An Interest.

Honestly, Floyd's dialog also takes various circumstances into account... it's just that, unlike his brother, Floyd does whatever he wants, and is largely oblivious to other people and their feelings.

Here we go~

Jade

(after letting out a small/muffled burp)

- Oh my. Please excuse me... the food was delicious. 

- Mmh *licks lips* Beg pardon. Ahh, that was truly delightful... is there any more? 

- *pauses to pat his stomach and let out a tiny sigh, with a brief glance and a wry grin at you, before continuing to eat*

Jade

(after letting out a medium-sized burp)

- Oh *goes all wide-eyed* Ah. How unmannerly... please excuse me. 

- *holds up a finger to pause conversation, right before burping* Ahh, there it is. *smiles wide* Sorry for the interruption... please, do continue.

- *after trying to unsuccessfully muffle a burp into his fist* Haah... terribly sorry... I'd been holding that in for far too long.

Jade

(after letting out a gigantic belch) 

- Oh! *covers mouth delicately with fingers, blushing* That took me by surprise as well! Goodness, I sincerely apologize for being so rude. 

- *clapping a hand fully over his mouth, looking away in embarrassment* Oof... um, I am... terribly sorry about that... 

- *completely flushed, hiding his face in his hands and mumbling* Oh dear... ahh... I don't know what's come over me... I usually have much better manners...

- *looks impatient while the burp seems to go on forever. holding another fork full of food at the ready while he waits*

- *licks lips and tilts head, seductive* Mmm... how did you like that? *stroking circles 'round his tummy* Fufu, I'll confess, it was rather nice for me.

- Ohhh... that felt wonderful~ I, however, still have a bit of internal pressure in need of release... if I have your permission? 

- Hmm, not bad. *evil grin* Well, what do you think? Would you like another? *places your hand just below his ribcage* I'll need your help, though...

Jade

(after letting out a sickly/nauseous burp)

- Oh. *goes wide-eyed and pale* That... did not feel very good at all...

- *exhales sharply* Sorry! ...Ah, no, no... my stomach is just a bit upset... I am fine.

- Hrrk! Nnnh... *wipes mouth with back of hand, looking around frantically* Um... ah, one moment... e-excuse me... *speed-walks in the direction of the nearest bathroom*

- *convulsively swallows* Ah, this is bad... *voice drops to a barely-audible whisper* I... I think I might need to be sick...

- *drooling into receptacle* A... apologies for my lack of manners... *burps wetly again and shudders* Ugh, this is disgusting... you, you know, you... *gulp* really don't need to watch...

- *uncharacteristically swearing under his breath* P-please... can you kindly give me just... a moment of privacy... *burps again* Ngh! Ahhh... I- I'll be fine momentarily, I promise...

Floyd

(after letting out a small/muffled burp)

- *lets out a sigh of relief, then continues smiling like nothing happened while his companions (I like Azul and/or Riddle for this) glare at him*

- Hehe! That was my tummy saying, "Thanks for the food!"

- *goes wide-eyed, startled* Hiccup!

- Aww man, that was weak... Betcha I can do better! *thumps chest to work up a bigger burp*

Floyd 

(after letting out a medium-sized burp) 

- Mmph... ahhh! *thumps belly* Nice n' full now~

- What? *grins devilishly* Wasn't me! *points to whoever happens to be sitting next to him*

- Ah... urgh? *presses a fist hard into his belly, forcing out another, louder burp* Phew! There we go~ Anyway, what were you sayin'?

Floyd

(after letting out a gigantic belch)

- Whoa! Ehehe, I didn't even feel that one coming! Ahh, I feel better now though~

- Haah... whew! My tummy really needed that! 

- Whoops! *grins sheepishly* Might'a nommed my food a little too fast just now...

- *singsong* Excuuuuse meeee~!

- Yaaay! Now I got room for more~ *immediately goes for seconds*

Floyd

(after letting out a sickly/nauseous burp)

- Urghhh... *rubs stomach with sour expression* Oww... my tummy's hurtin'...

- Whoa, whaa? Geez... S-somethin' ain't sittin' right...

- F...fuck... Nghh...! *burps* Ughh, sorry...

- *covers mouth and whimpers* Oooh. Shiiit... kinda feel like throwin' up...

- *continues letting out a string of burps, back-to-back, each one causing him to jerk forward until he eventually crashes to his knees*

- Oh man, what the hell, I can't sto-ehhHRRP! ...Grrgh... buUurping? ouuUURRp! Seriously what the...! UUURRRRP! Oh my god this suuuucks....

- *looking shocked* Wah... what was *that?* Oh... *stomach rumbles* Ohhh n- *projectile vomits everywhere*

- Y/N-chan... *sniffles* I threw up... *hugs stomach, proceeds to rock back and forth and sob uncontrollably*

[eliasiis]

can you do a scaraether fic? like one where aether makes him admit he likes being tickled

so this was................ sent after i said requests were closed. but the funny thing is ive just gotten fucking covid and lee scaramouche is all i need in life rn so i was like fuck it we ball. anyways this was.... an experience to write.like it was fun but generally also really like..... idk.............. maybe that was because i didnt really have motivation but here it is anyway

admit it

pairing : scaraether ( read it as romantic or platonic i do not care )

word count : 1.4k

Scaramouche can not catch a damn break around here.

Since that idiot traveler found out about his only existing weakness, he just won’t quit it with his stupid antics. It’s like he just has an irresistible urge to almost kill Scaramouche every time he sees him. 

And that makes purely existing quite hard, because he sees him every single day! There is no escape. There’s absolutely nothing he can do about this to make it stop.

( He could just stop seeing the traveler every day, but he refuses to even acknowledge that as a possibility. ) 

It’s unbearable, it’s absolutely awful, he’s never hated anything more and before this he hasn’t gotten the chance to be touched like this, so affectionately playful, in so long and he can’t bring himself to seriously tell Aether to stop. He really can’t stand being reduced to such a humiliating version of himself that by all means he wanted hidden, truly, he can’t.

And that’s what he’s desperately trying to communicate to Aether right now.

“Oh, shove it with your excuses, I know you like this.” Aether trails spidering hands up the sides of his unwilling victim. His grin looks like it might split his face in half and Scaramouche hates the fact that he’s enjoying his suffering.

His hands are gripping Aether’s as hard as he can, pushing and pulling and trying anything to get him to stop just for a second so he can breathe, but those tickling fingers are determined in  their quest to make Scara pass out.

“You- You don’t know anythihihing! GAH, STOP! Fuhuhuuck-!!” Scara twists and turns, bucking his hips and smacking and pushing at Aether’s shoulders. For one blissful moment, it stops.

Panting, Scara wraps his arms around his torso and tries to kick Aether off of his thighs with the remaining strength he has, but even at his full energy that’s nothing compared to Aether. Which is to say– He fails. Despite his continued struggling, Aether doesn’t move and just starts running his mouth again.

“Say it.” That grin of his almost looks sadistic. He wiggles his awful fingers above Scara’s stomach, where his shirt has long since rode up far past where it originally sat fully protecting his sensitive skin. Now, though, he trembles and grabs both Aether’s hands on instinct. The blonde gives him a stupidly charming grin, but it’s still terrifying, the way Aether doesn’t even attempt to move his hands out of Scara’s grip, like he knows Scara knows that Aether will stop when he feels like it.

And Scara does know that. He flushes deeper, and trembles more. “Piss off! I don’t like this. I don’t like you! In fact, it’d be absolutely wonderful if you could get off- Nononostop!!” Aether drops his hands back down to Scara’s stomach, kneading at the soft, ticklish skin there and Scara howls, squealing with high pitched laughter. Trying to fight Aether off hasn’t done him any good up to this point so he slaps his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle the embarrassing, delighted squeaking and cackling. “Mmmhmph-!! Nnnh..!” 

To be completely truthful, Scara does like this. In fact, he’s not sure if he’s ever adored a physical feeling more. Aether’s hands are warm and the way he laughs with Scara feels less as if he’s making fun of him and more like he’s just enjoying making Scara laugh and that knowledge gives him fluttery feelings that he refuses to think about. Even so, that flustered, giddy feeling is just as delightful as the rest. The only part of this he can say he hates is that Aether’s trying to make him admit it, and even then- That’s merely because the prospect of admitting something like that is embarrassing.

“I hate you, I hahahate you so muhuhuhuch! No, nononohoho!! Not, not that-! Aether!” Scara pushes at Aether’s shoulders and bucks as much as Aether’s position will allow him, but none of that stops the traveler from digging his fingers into his hips, massaging in circles. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, or both with either hands. He keeps the pattern completely unpredictable and combined with what he knows is Scara’s worst spot, he’s really trying to completely murder him. At last, he’s going to get rid of Scara forever and it’s going to be by way of tickling.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you do, and that’s why you’ve never stopped me once.” Aether’s sarcastic tone paired with his completely false and not at all correct accusations make Scara gasp with offense and not because he’s being mercilessly tickled within an inch of his life. “That’s also why you’re not admitting you like this, right? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you won’t do it so I’ll tickle you more!” Aether says, pressing all ten fingers into Scara’s hips and just above them, targeting both his sides and his hips while he evilly vibrates his fingers into the skin. The feeling makes Scara jolt and cry out with hiccuping, gasping laughter, squeezing his eyes shut and really pushing at Aether’s hands this time.

“Aether-! I cahahan’t, I, I, Ple-” Scara cuts his own pleading off, still too embarrassed to let go of his pride just like that. He won’t plead. …Not again, anyway.

“What, you can’t take a little tickling, Scara? Weren’t you all high-and-mighty just a second ago? I’m sure you can handle it, right?” The teasing only makes Scara’s desperate squirming increase, and he just starts babbling incoherent half-sentences, possibly along the lines of ‘I hate you,’ and multiple repetitions of him just yelling protests that aren’t really words.

Aether isn’t that sadistic, and moves his hands to lightly scritch in the middle of Scara’s stomach with a measly two fingers, giving him room to breathe while still tickling. He’s such a generous tormentor. 

Well, is it really tormenting if the victim likes it? Still giggling, Scara purses his lips into a tight line, muffling it just a bit. His grip on Aether’s hands goes slack and his purple eyes shine with unshed tears when he opens them to glare at Aether. “A-Ahahare you done?” He asks, gasping in between his words.

Aether, still moving his two fingers in tandem on Scara’s poor, twitching skin, doesn’t drop his smirk. “I’ll be done when you admit you like this.” His head tilts with an innocent smile present on his face all of a sudden, as if he’s not doing anything wrong at all. 

Scara doesn’t speak. For once, he just doesn’t have any sort of insult or comeback to spew at Aether for daring to do such a childish, stupid thing to him.

Aether’s evil smirk returns and he raises his hands again, only to lower them back down to idle at Scara’s sides. “Are you completely sure about this decision, Scara?” 

He’s still met with nothing but silence. 

Well, it’s not Aether’s funeral. He squeezes at Scara’s sides, laughing along with him when Scara jumps and squeals, those unshed tears starting to fall. Scara’s squealing, shrieking laughter goes silent and his squirming just increases tenfold, flailing and kicking and bucking- Anything to make it stop, but he still refuses to just say what they both already know is true.

( Aether was right before, of course. He wasn’t ready for it to stop, not yet. Now, though…)

Limits reached, Scara finally uses what he’d been acknowledging as a last resort and only that. “Okay! Okahahay, I’ll- Mmph! EEK-!! Stohohop, I’ll sahahay it!! P-Please!!” 

Lifting his hands, Aether climbs off of Scara and folds his hands on his lap, just the picture of innocent patience. 

Taking a second to breathe, Scara puts his hands to his face and mumbles something mostly incoherent. 

Aether’s smirk only widens, an evil shine in his eyes. “What was that?” 

“I said I like it, okay?! I like- I-I like when- Urrghh…” Scara rolls onto his side, scowling at the ground beneath him. It’s like the word itself is poisonous to him- Like he’ll just roll over and die if he says it.

“Come on, Scara, I believe in you!” 

“Oh, shut up! Just… Give me a second, okay?!” 

Aether waits patiently while Scara squirms and bites at his lip. “I, I like… Being…T-Tickled…”

Aether scoops Scara up into his arms, cooing and smiling at the boy now in his lap. “Awh, Scara! That was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say, ever! How can you be so precious, huh?” 

Completely flushed and embarrassed out of his mind, Scaramouche pushes at Aether’s face and kicks, trying to get out of his grasp. “Ugh! Let me go, you vile creature! Augh, Stop!”

…Though, he supposes the affection isn’t too bad either.

[edosianorchids901]

Forget How To Feel

Ace Omens Hugfest 2024 prompt - "a silent hug"

St. James’s Park, 1860

“Ooh, and I thought perhaps we might go to the theatre soon! That would be lovely, wouldn’t it? We could go see Hamlet again.”

Crowley grunted in response to the enthusiastic chatter. His only audible contribution to their meeting so far, aside from grunts of agreement, was the tap of his new cane. The silver snake head handle wasn’t exactly comfortable to hold, and definitely not practical, but it looked cool. Very fashionable.

“Or-or-or perhaps something a bit more cheerful,” Aziraphale said with a sideways glance at Crowley. Crowley averted his gaze, studying the ducks instead. They seemed a lot happier than he was. “I know Hamlet isn’t precisely your favorite thing. I do adore it, especially because it reminds me so much of your kindness.”

Crowley hissed softly.

“Well, it was kind. And don’t argue with me, Crowley.” Aziraphale stopped, and Crowley jammed the cane down to slow himself without toppling over at the sudden change. His legs hadn’t been very reliable this week. “Actually, I would feel somewhat better if you argued with me. You haven’t said a single actual word, and I’m not sure whether it’s because something’s wrong or if I’ve simply been babbling too rapidly for you to sneak in a response.”

Aziraphale waited for him to reply. Crowley stared at the ducks and didn’t reply.

When Aziraphale just kept standing there, waiting, Crowley finally caved. “S’ not you. But nothing’s wrong.”

“Something certainly seems wrong. I-I am aware that I’m often chattier than you, but you usually at least, well. Chat.” With a little sigh, Aziraphale searched his face. Crowley found himself grateful for the new sunglasses that shielded his eyes from the side, too. “Quite frankly, I’m starting to worry.”

There it was. The phrase that would always get him to reply at least a bit, even if he masked the worst of the trouble. “You don’t need to worry, angel. I’m just… kinda down. S’ not a big deal.”

Ducks splashed in the water, totally absorbed in their own lives. It looked peaceful.

“Yes, well. You’ve been ‘kinda down’ since that whole incident in Edinburgh.” Aziraphale swallowed hard, twisting his gloved hands together. “Of course, it’s not that I can blame you, considering the trouble you were in. I merely wonder if I could be of assistance.”

After a minute, Crowley shrugged. Then he looked around nervously for observers. No one seemed to be paying any attention at all to them. “D’ya think ducks ever have a bad day? Or are they just, y’know… happy as a duck, as the saying goes?”

Aziraphale gave him a baffled look. “I’m not entirely sure that is a saying, my dear. Although I’m not always entirely on top of slang…”

That was an understatement. Normally, Crowley would have teased Aziraphale a little about that. Right now, it seemed like too much work.

When he didn’t answer, Aziraphale gave a little huff. “Well, would you rather we met up another time? If you’re having a bad day?”

“I didn’t say I was having a bad day. I was just asking about ducks,” Crowley protested despite knowing that Aziraphale would never buy it. Aziraphale gave him a look. “Okay, okay. Yes, I’m having a bad day. But I just want to…”

He snarled in annoyance, unable to admit it. He just wanted to be with Aziraphale. Not doing anything, not talking. Just together, where the world didn’t feel so bleak.

“Oh,” Aziraphale said softly. “Well, in that case, I’d be more than happy to stay together. We don’t have to talk, if you’d rather not. Why don’t we go sit on the bench for a bit? It’s actually quite a nice day, sun and everything.”

“Nnnh.” Crowley glanced towards their usual bench. It was usually comfortable. “My legs are killing me today. Sitting on wood doesn’t sound terrific. But I don’t really wanna walk back to the shop, either.”

“I could carry you.”

“I am not letting you carry me. That would definitely make people look at us.”

“No, I mean…” Aziraphale snuck a quick look around. “Not in this form. You could turn into a serpent. We could even sit on the bench like that, if I’d be a more comfortable place to rest.”

Biting his lip, Crowley regarded the angel beside him. Aziraphale was definitely the most comfortable place around, no question about that. “People would still look at us.”

“And then they would assume that I’m merely an eccentric, taking my pet snake out for a walk on a nice, sunny day.” Aziraphale held out his arms. “Shall we?”

Crowley snorted. “You’re not even gonna let me sit down first?”

“We can, if you feel like walking.”

Oh. He really, really didn’t feel like walking.

With a soft hiss, Crowley leaned his cane against the fence and laid his hands on Aziraphale’s forearm. “Okay. Okay. But I swear, if you let any humans pet me…”

Aziraphale beamed. “No humans petting you. I promise.”

Reassured, Crowley shifted into his rarely used snake form, coiling around Aziraphale’s arm as he did. The pain in his legs morphed too, distributing to most of his body. But at least it was different, and less intense.

He opted for a pretty big snake, big enough that he would probably scare most observers away. Aziraphale cooed and hugged him close, supporting him carefully. “Oh, my dear. You’re so adorable in this form.”

Crowley hissed his disapproval.

“My apologies. You’re… very striking. Handsome. Stunning. Also quite large.” Chuckling, Aziraphale shifted Crowley’s weight to one arm, then picked up his cane. “Shall we?”

That didn’t mandate a reply, so Crowley didn’t bother getting one. He was too busy being a snake, enjoying the way it sanded the sharp edges off his mood.

It shifted his priorities. Sure, he was still depressed and exhausted and in pain, not to mention constantly worrying about everything going wrong again. But all of that receded. All the snakey side of himself cared about was warm angel, and he definitely had warm angel.

“Here we are.” Aziraphale sank down onto the bench. He leaned the cane nearby, then wrapped both arms around Crowley’s coils. “Would you like me to talk at all, or be silent?”

Right now, talking was too much to process. Crowley hid his face under Aziraphale’s fluffy cravat thingy.

Aziraphale gave a soft chuckle and stroked his coils, then simply wrapped his arms around Crowley and lapsed into silence. Crowley emerged from under the cravat, resting his chin on Aziraphale’s arm.

The previous pileup of anxious worry faded, retreating deeper into the background as he sank into the comfortable lack of conscious thought. Right now, none of that seemed to matter much. He was with Aziraphale, being hugged to incredible warmth. Nothing could be more important than that.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

No Man's Land Jon corruption kink

Content warning: smut

John wore a sexy nun costume because he was feeling a little more adventurous tonight. You had opened your bedroom door and were greeted with a,

"For give me father, for I have sinned by thinking of y/n in a lustful manner. I swear it won't happen again."

"Oh, but it will, won't it?" You teased. He whimpered. "Come here, you sinning slut." You teased some more.

"No!" He played along, turning away from you. You held him closer to you and began leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. "Ahh... ahhhh! Y/n!" He moaned as you slowly snaked your hand into his thong and began stroking his dick. You let this go on for a bit. You suddenly forcefully pushed him down onto his back, causing him to yelp. You tore off his panties and began giving open mouthed kisses to his cock and balls. "Ahhhh! Y/n! Please! M- more!" He begged. You began sucking him off painfully slowly. He cried for you to go faster, his cock throbbing in your mouth. "Please! Please! I n- need you!" He begged. He whined when you stopped sucking him off as he felt the cold, unforgiving air touch his dick. You began to strip yourself, giving him a little show. He moaned and attempted to touch himself, only for you to smack his hand away. He whined again. Once you were fully nude, you prepped him and slowly made your way onto his cock again with another hole this time. His moans picked up, more enthusiastic. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Y/n!" He panted as you went down on him over and over. You suddenly grabbed his face. He whimpered.

"Only cum when I tell you to, got it?" You ordered. He nodded frantically. You let his face go. But you were so tight around him and he was already dripping precum. He was already so damn close. His eyes began to water the faster you went. "Hold it in." You ordered.

"Ihi'm trying!" He sobbed.

"Try harder." You said as you picked up the pace again. He sobbed under you.

"Please! P-please let me! I- I can't!" He begged. Before either of you knew it he came inside you, crying out your name.

"Bad boy." You said before getting off of him and flipping him over. "Count." You ordered. You slapped his ass

"Ahh! O-one..." He mumbled. You whacked him again "Nnnh! T-two..." the sight of him so pathetic made you so damn horny. You only made him count to ten before putting his mouth to your genitalia to finish you off.

[skatermusic]

Based on this fanart by @frost-the-ice-dragon. Artist has given me permission to use their work in the story.

Heatwave had seemed off that day. Or, at least, that was how Kade would have put it. For starters, the firebot wasn't beating the shit out of his training dummy as he did every morning.

And then, when Doc Greene's supercharged cotton candy machine literally made the sweet treat rain from the sky, Heatwave kept his visor down and spoke as little as possible, even though the town knew his true identity by this point.

It came to a head when Kade dropped Haley off after their date and was driving home, another red flag, as Heatwave usually did that. "Alright, man. Out with it. What's eating you?"

"Nothing." Heatwave's voice cracked, on the verge of tears. When Kade looked at his face on the screen, coolant was in his optics, and his bottom lip plate trembled slightly, an extremely rare occurrence for the firebot.

"If nothing's eating you, then why are you crying?"

Heatwave felt his composure slipping. He tried his best to hold the coolant in and stop his jaw from trembling. "I'm not crying, I just have some-" Heatwave let out a couple of sniffles here and there, letting Kade know that the waterworks were imminent.

Kade raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Heatwave sniffed, his olfactory sensor having begun to run. "Okay, fine! I'm crying! But if you tell anyone, I'm gonna.....I-I'm......" The dam broke before he could finish his threat. Heatwave covered his face with his servos and started to cry.

Kade immediately pulled Heatwave over. As soon as he was old enough to drive, Chief Burns had drilled into his head, and Dani's and Graham's, once they came of age, how horrible a combination crying and driving was, both for one's own safety and the safety of others around them.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're okay." Kade soothed. "I've pulled you over, and we're the only ones on this street."

Kade thanked every force of nature in existence that Heatwave had started crying in vehicle mode once he saw his coolant pooling on the bottom of the screen. If he had cried in bot mode, the streets would have been flooded.

The fireman was more than content letting Heatwave cry for as long as he needed, but when he started gasping between sobs, Kade intervened.

"Heatwave, just listen to my voice. Breathe."

Kade talked Heatwave's non-existent ears off, about anything and everything he could think of. Once his conversational well ran dry, he spoke. "You can tell me me what's wrong. I won't judge you."

"I-I...nnnh, just realized today w-w-was our last time leaving Cybertron." Heatwave's voice shook, and it was terrible-Kade had never heard him waver. "I miss our home!" Heatwave bawled harder, both for Cybertron, and out of embarrassment for crying in front of Kade.

"It's fine, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with crying." Kade reassured, patting the horn gently enough to comfort Heatwave, but not forcefully enough to honk it.

"I'm not w-weak. I've had worse." Heatwave gasped wetly. "I've h-h-had worse." He repeated for emphasis. The incident with the energon eater that forced himself and his team into stasis immediately came to mind.

What the hell could be worse than losing your entire planet? Kade knew now wasn't the time to ask. "I know. I know that, alright, Heatwave?" Kade tried to brush the tears off of Heatwave's on screen face with his thumbs, like he would for Cody, but since Heatwave's screen wasn't a touch screen, which Kade had momentarily forgotten, the tears continued to fall as if he had done nothing. "Crying doesn't make you weak."

Once Heatwave's sobs had been reduced to sniffles, Kade had a question for him.

"Have you been holding this in?"

Fresh coolant rolled down Heatwave's cheeks as he nodded.

Kade shook his head. "Bottling up your feelings isn't healthy, man." He left it at that, saving the lecture for later. "Hug?"

As much as Heatwave hated to admit it, he needed a hug. He shifted into bot mode so quickly, Kade didn't realize what was happening until he was in the iron giant's right hand.

Kade immediately threw his arms around Heatwave's neck, hugging him as tightly as he could. "C'mere, bring it in."

And, if Heatwave and Kade didn't return until long after Cody's bedtime? No one commented on that, the drying coolant trails on Heatwave’s face, or the stains on Kade's jacket that resembled chocolate milk.

[bigwoofmom]

5.Exchange

"Nnnh~ What a naughty little minx you are~" Lucille panted out hoarsely as she rolled her wide hips forwards, roughly thrusting her canine cock into the mouth of an aged elven noblewoman. Her long beautifully pristine and white hair was being used as a mere handle as it was frazzled by the wolfess's clenched hand and the bouncing, gravid gut constantly rubbing against her scalp while her cheeks bulged and stretched with the beastly scepter that she was so keen on worshiping. Lucille didn't even bother using the elf's throat and was content with using nothing but the noble's mouth to satisfy her urges. "Offering up your own family just because my dress couldn't contain hide my little friend here~"

The noblewoman could only moan softly as she felt the squirming imprint of her brood bounce against her skull, with every impact she felt them get softer and softer until eventually.

"BBBBWWWWOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRrrrrrrpPpp~"

"Ah~ what a wonderful appetizer, time for the main course~"

Lucille panted as she rubbed her pulsing stiffy before the pile of muck that was not to long ago a group of four or so elves packed away in her gut and soon thanks to her smitten quarry sloshing in her cumtanks it would be five. It didn't take long for Lucille to blow her load and glaze her mess with a motherly topping, it took even less for her to wipe herself off with the noble's dress and panties. She did take a moment to snatch the fellow milf's jeweled brooch out of the puddle of jizz before making her leave, already thinking of erasing another noble family tree.

[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 5

Garden Terrace

Mika: Nnnh…I haven’t been to the garden terrace much.

Normally, students are allowed to come during class time, right? I'm nervous cuz if I get caught, my teacher will get angry..?

Arashi: Ufufu. While it’s not allowed…it’s not like it’s prohibited.

It’s all loose~ because in this academy, idol’s are like gods.

I’m so cute, I’ll be allowed to skip class just to eat cake. There are alot of idiots who play pranks.

There are also people who just make you feel sick, you’ll see in just a little bit. Put your head up because you're an idol, be bossy!

It’s not enough…the feeling of gratitude.

It’s fine…but my freedom is being violated, it’s troublesome…

My ‘King’ doesn’t seem to be able to stand within such situations, so he’s held by a string day by day.

Mika: “The King”?

Arashi: Oh, it’s the name of the senior who’s care I’m under. His name is Leo.

The name he goes by from his fans is something like ‘Leo-sama~’...?

I wonder if ‘Leo-sama’ is from an accent or it shrank to ‘Osama’? I don't know, well~

Mika: Hnn, what’s the king? who is it? I’m thinkin’ somethin’ like that.

My Oshi-san is also apart of ‘The 5 Eccentrics’ or he’s also called ‘Emperor’

Arashi: My leader doesn’t seem to enjoy being called ‘King’ also even whenever I say it.

Mika: He sounds like a very sharp person, after all he is Naru-chan’s acquaintance.

I feel I’m not as close with you because I’m scared…Naru-chan is so kind.

What was it, ‘Othello’? Nnn, the name was changed to somethin’ like ‘Chess’?

Arashi: Hmm, I don’t know well but the name did change, those people are a little passionate.

Shinsengumi is on a rampage, it’s really just filled with never-ending troubles. It’s dangerous.

I don’t want to really get involved in the whole mess, and I haven’t officially joined nor participated in group activities, Well, as courtesy greetings sometimes.

I don’t like being dragged in by others and it’s a troublesome situation as well…i’m gonna stay outside of the mosquitos net until it’s over.

A temporary club of some sorts..

I’m still a little indebted to you as a model, because as a senior I have a duty…

Even If I'm thinking of just registering, I wonder if I’ll participate later after the current situation cools down.

Mika: Nnnn..tell me if yer havin’ any troubles, I might not be able to do nothin’ but Naru-chan we are friends ♪

Arashi: Thank you, ufufu~ I feel better when I talk to Mika-chan wa~ ♪

Mika: Did ya get the cake you ordered? If you eat this you’ll feel better~♪

Arashi: Oh, just me? Mika-chan you didn’t order anything?

Mika: Nnnn…I'm hungry when I eat proper sweets, I’ll destroy my appetite…

Also I like candy. Look, I’ll lick the candy, so I can refrain from eating the cake~ ♪

Arashi: You really are a strange child, aren’t you…?

If you dont eat properly, you won’t get any meat, Mika-chan is so skinny so I’m worried~ Eventually you’ll faint, right?

If I eat something, I just eat it. I’ll probably just get fat or grow taller and I should be careful i'm on a diet.

But I want to eat sweets~ Annoying, isn’t it?

Mika: Nnnn…when I was little I didn’t eat much.

I wonder if that’s why I barely grew but I’ve gained more weight now than I have in the past, right?

Recently, Oshi-san always makes rice/lunch for me~ ♪

So if I swell my belly with sweets and unnecessary foods, Oshi-san will get angry

Arashi: I wonder if that’s what you also call ‘love’...I mean, are you currently living with that ‘Oshi-san’ person?

No~ that sounds so immoral ♪

Mika: Nah I’m just a freeloader~ No different from a pet or a pot of plants. I’ve got my parents' house over in Kansai.

I live a great distance from Yumenosaki, it’s hard to go back and forth from my parent’s house every single time, it also cost’s money.

I asked Oshi-san to let me sleep over.

I’m usin’ the money I earn from idol activities towards Oshi-san’s house and sendin’ over money to my parent’s house.

Arashi: Well, if you’re having a hard time and any problems, please talk to me~

I feel like an average person while you're poorer…

Mika: In Valkyrie we have another senior named Nazuna-nii.

It’s his birthday soon so I made clothes as a present ♪

M’ gonna have to do my best hand-sewing~

I’m still not the best because I’m learning from Oshi-san. The cost of materials and so on is another reason, i’m short on money as usual.

Nazuna-nii’s birthday is some time away so it’s not that urgent.

Arashi: That’s why you were sewing earlier too…

Okay! If you’ve got such a problem, tell me! I feel like I got in the way of your work, right?

Mika: Yeah, I’m not sewin’ alot and I enjoy what I do.

It calms me down when I get to talk to Naru-chan, so why don’t I just relax?

Valkyrie, I mean Oshi-san is quite a perfectionist…

I don't get to relax while doin’ idol activities, sometimes I just wanna relax ♪

Arashi: That’s right, no wonder your performances are the best

You always look/feel tense. It makes me feel nervous when I see you.

Mika: Yeah kinda like just draggin’ my feet around.

Nazuna-nii is perfect! He moves around perfectly just as Oshi-San instructs.

I’ve respected Nazuna-nii for a long time that’s why I wanna make him happy on his birthday, Nazuna-nii always has a dark look on his face..

It would be nice if he showed me his smile~♪

a/n i made this at 1am sorry if it doesn’t make sense💔