#same goes for goat too

[cosmicheartz]

Guys we should make Spotify wrappeds for our lambsonas/lamb ocs/lamb interpretations

[lynzishell]

The Present 🧡 Chestnut Ridge

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Danny: Papa? Joseph: Hm? Danny: Do I have a grandma or grandpa?

Joseph: Uh, well, you do, that would be my parents, but they died before you were born. Danny: Oh. What were their names? Joseph: My dad was Luis, and my mom was Adriana. Danny: Did my mom have parents? Joseph: Of course. Unfortunately, I never met ‘em, so I don’t know anything about ‘em.

Joseph: What’s with all the questions today, anyway? Danny: We were supposed to do a family tree in class, but I couldn’t finish mine. Joseph: Your teacher won’t give you a low score for it, will she? Danny: No, she said it was okay, but that I should ask you.

Danny: So, is anyone in our family alive? Joseph: I have a brother, so he would be your uncle. He’s alive, he just lives far away. Danny: What’s his name? Joseph: Julian.

Danny: Does Julian have any kids? Joseph: No, no kids. Danny: Hm. I wish I had a brother. Joseph: …

Danny: Then I’d have someone to play with and we could— Joseph: Hey, Danny, how ‘bout you go feed Daisy and get washed up for supper while I finish up out here, okay? Danny: Okay.

[missbaphomet]

Been playing some Cyberpunk and bro. Takemura has no right being that damn fine

[sidhedust]

Rocket and Milky Way!

🚀 Rocket - What do you do when you get new ideas midway through a story?

Simple! The incomplete nature of my project means i can weave things in until the final project is done. So I just add it in and that's that. Unless it's SUPER foundational to the project, I don't redo anything, I just add that idea or motif in when I can in the script/imagery/whatever else. The new ideas I get tend to be small things like this instead of whole plot beats, so it's easy (ish) to weave in lol.

If it is a big idea though, I'll literally rewrite a WHOLE arc to make the story make sense. I'm not kidding, I'll scrap EVERYTHING that gets in the way of a new, better vision if I feel that strongly about its inclusion. I've already done it once or twice for the prologue, since it's the newest part of the story and a good introduction makes for a good first impression. Killing your baby hurts, but it makes the story better in the long run!

🌌 Milky Way - What is the character development like for your characters? Do they change a lot or not much at all?

I was gonna draw a Chart Of Intent to explain how each one changes in the story, but I think it's kinda subjective in my case? To me they change a ton-a lot of them start out as people going through the motions to carving out a life for themselves without fear of their truth or other people's judgement. But to an audience I feel like they may come across as static/flat since the change is gradual and there are key aspects of the characters that won't change, even when they mature/grow into themselves and their "place" in the world.

Stuff like...some characters will always be confrontational and hotheaded, they just learn to tone it down or save it when it's time to be. Or some characters will always carry a torch for/adore another even as things develop and come out about their lover/friend/father figure/mother figure. That can be annoying or exhausting to read, like drama for the sake of drama, even if it is "realistic"-I notice that in fandom, character growth only registers with the fanbase when all negative traits are scrubbed away so that's my frame of reference for all of these assumptions (that and some feedback I've received about the work before about character personalities/expression).

But I like this kind of slow, letting-characters-be-wrong-and-annoying type of writing since it gives the illusion of a living, breathing person, it allows for the kind message to sink in, and with voice acting this drama-esque way of writing REALLY brings them to life. It's dynamic! It allows character growth to feel more satisfying to watch! To me. Lol

[midnight-els]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the West Wing would have been even better if they'd had a White House cat. Some headcanons bc I was thinking about it today:

Jed gave the cat a very grand, biblical name. Everyone else has shortened it to something very stupid.

Obviously all of the press and the public adore the cat. There's a minor upset in a polling themed episode when Joey confirms that once again the cat has higher approval ratings than the president. Josh is cross that they are polling on this at all.

There is one chair in the Oval Office that is The Cat's Chair. The staff know not to sit there as you'll get a. covered in fur and b. screamed at by an irate cat trying to force you off. They never warn any of their least favourite congresspeople about this.

The cat wanders around in the background of episodes, often being chased or petted by the extras.

The cat is not allowed in the situation room. The cat is always in the situation room. They had to come up with a special bug detecting protocol for the cat in case anyone tried to take advantage of this.

Ripped from the headlines plot about a congressional investigation into something related to the cat, based on the incident about Clinton's cat's postage.

The cat LOVES Air Force One. The Secret Service do not love having to get him on board or captured to get back off.

Leo and the cat are best friends. They're basically this meme. Leo's the grandma. Jed is the mom.

Aside from Leo, the cat loves the secretaries best. They always have lots of treats for him in their desks. Debbie is the only one he doesn't get on with; she has resorted to using a plant mister to spray him when he tries to get on her desk.

Josh thinks he and the cat are archenemies. The cat hasn't paid more than 2 seconds notice to Josh in his life.

CJ and the cat are archenemies. CJ was very pro-cat until she caught it fishing in Gail's bowl one day. Now she's at war to keep it out of her office. She's still trying to convince Danny to write a piece exposing the cat's dark side to its adoring public. Carol is very tired.

Sam wants so badly to be best friends with the cat. The cat thinks he's trying too hard. Will ends up exactly the same way.

Toby and the cat have never properly interacted and both are very happy to leave it that way.

The cat is supposed to stay in the residence during big events. Abbey stopped enforcing that after he got out and scratched Lord John Marbury when he picked him up against his will.

The cat has a secret service code name. One time, the code names are changed and an overenthusiatic reporter tries to break a story on the first lady's 'unusual activity' by following what he thinks is her code name. It's the cat's. CJ dines out on this for weeks.

The cat occasionally goes missing. The secretaries and Charlie have a recurring B-plot where they have to go and recover him. Somehow, the cat has always ended up somewhere relevant to the A-plot.

The cat properly goes missing after the incidents with the Thanksgiving turkeys and the goat in CJ's office (aka prime cat territory). Each time she claims she'll be nicer to the cat when it returns. Each time it lasts about two days.

Margaret thinks the cat has psychic powers and frequently provides warnings based on her interpretations of 'the signs'. Usually she's right.

The cat somehow makes off with the final edits for the state of the union one time (of course they were only handwritten on one piece of paper). Chaos ensues.

Jed tries to send the cat to Manchester partway through the series. After large-scale outcry from the staff, press and public he is returned to the White House. Unfortunately, after a couple of months as a barn cat he is even more badly behaved than before.

The cat is in both Jed and Abbey's official portraits.

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Simeon

He is totally diurnal, so when he's in the Devildom is always sleepy and a bit disoriented. But with the help of artificial light (what a nice trick magic is) he can regulate his schedule.

Under normal conditions, during his period he spends most of his time awake and alert. But in hell he sleeps much more.

During his period Simeon feathers himself, with new feathers on his wings and fluff covering on other parts of his body such as his chest or lower back, sometimes with different coloured shine (iridescence)

He does not usually show them, but if he is relaxed he reveals his halo and celestial formations equivalent to eyes (among others) Sometimes those eyes watch you while his real eyes are looking elsewhere.

Simeon grooms himself constantly and will groom you with the same intensity. But you don't have feathers so be careful, he can hurt you, you can avoid this by helping him preen so he'll be. distracted.

Simeon's nest is small, cosy and compact, he usually nests in his bedroom. He spends a lot of time indoors, even more in the Devildom.

You won't be able to help him nest because he wants to surprise you. How do I tell him that I don't usually live in nests?

He needs things that give him comfort and remind him of the Celestial Realm.

Bring him lots of flowers and things that are brightly coloured and warm but not poisonous or dangerous, those thing are for Asmo.

Simeon is not territorial. But in his period he have a highly developed protective and paternal instinct.

That's because in the Celestial Realm the younger angels are mentored by the older ones and Simeon plays an important role in this.

That's why Simeon feels anxious without having "his chicks" around, which is why Luke cannot be around during his cycles in the Devildam because he would overwhelm the young angel.

Due to this he cries a lot, so to comfort him you have to let him cuddle and coo at you. (He won't say directly that he wants more chicks but with you, I'm not ready for that Simeon ).

Simeon has a couple of days of pre-heat. Can you tell? Yes, when he starts to eat more protein, to hide blankets in the corners, and when he is more vigilant and follows Luke everywhere, the cycle is approaching.

Although he eats a lot before the heat, he hardly eats at all during it. But being in a different place than usual, with a little insistence he will do it.

He thinks you can't eat without him, he has to make sure he provides for his mate.

Simeon is not non-verbal in his cycle, but prefers to communicate with cooing and chirping, after several days it is easy to identify them.

When he looks at you with his big eyes and makes a little chirp he has you in the bag, he is a master manipulator.

Simeon's pheromones are very strong, and harmful to low-ranking demons, but he only limits the marking to his mate and his nest. (Luke too but he usually goes with Barbatos or to the House of Lamentations)

During the cycle physical contact is a must, as he hardly ever leaves the nest, he is practically glued to you at all times.

Turtledoves are monogamous and spend many hours in pairs, Simeon is the same, he will treasure you as the most important thing in all three worlds.

Simeon's courtship consists of showing off, spreading his wings and puffing out his feathers, (angelic formations also play a part in this).

However, the most important part of his courtship is singing, cyclical melodies and with a wide vocal range ( you can't hear some notes with your human hearing range >:(), he can spend hours singing + make sure he is properly hydrated and rested.

Simeon's senses during his period are heightened, but especially his hearing, any sound will make him alert (soundproofing spells will be very helpful in calming him down).

Simeon's temperature rises. Snuggling next to him means instant warmth, especially in his chest (if he were a bird he would hatch his eggs with his chest, cero proof, cero doubt).

Simeon's purring is like continuous chirping (can it be called purring?), sometimes it produces no sound but you can feel the vibration in the chest and throat.

It is not common for him to purr, but he does it especially when you are about to sleep cuddled together he's so cute when he wraps you up in his wings

Simeon: *crying silently*

Mc: *worried * Hey what's wrong?

Simeon: *hugging them* Mc *sad chirp*

Mc: What's wrong Simeon?

Simeon: I miss the little ones...

Mc: *apprehensive* There, there, how can I make you feel better?

Simeon: *staring at them with tear-filled eyes* make a chick?

Mc: … *cheeks about to explode* maybe another time.

Simeon: *apparently sleeping while his angelic formations watch them*

Mc: … *waving their hand to see if they'll follow it*

Simeon: *the "eyes" follow Mc's movement*

Mc: Heh

Simeon: *smiling* If you're so entertained, I can show you my primal form….

Mc: … Sorry, *kissing his forehead' sweet dreams.

Mc: *wraps themself around Simeon's wings as they caresses them* I'm getting sleepy….

Simeon: *purring as he smiles* I'm going to take you to the Celestial realm.

Mc: *stunned* Won't that be a problem?

Simeon: *softly cooing at them* I don't think so.

Mc: *practically asleep* Hum?

Simeon: *hugging them with a big smile* No one will dare question the couple I've chosen.

Raphael

Raphael is also diurnal, but he tolerates the dark better than Simeon, and he sleeps much less than him, that doesn't mean that in Devildom he is not a little disoriented.

Like most angels, Raphael is feathered during his period, his wings acquire new feathers and parts of his body are filled with smaller feathers and fluff.

In his case he has no iridescence, his plumage blends in very well with his environment.

He lets his halo and celestial formations show normally (he also uses it as an intimidation technique) although he wasn't sure if he would continue to do so after seeing your first reaction to them. They're cool... but kind of disturbing.

He spends considerable time grooming, he is calm and independent, he won't need your help, but he likes you to be close by "as if you were grooming together".

He tries to hide it, but he constantly looks sideways at you to make sure you are still there.

Raphael nests high up, so in the Devildom he nests inside the roof of the purgatory hall (in the Celestial Realm he has several nests, to keep watch despite the period)

He doesn't expect you to be in the nest all the time, but when he rests he does like you to be together.

Raphael feels a bit guilty that you take care of him. Is that vulnerability?

He does not know how to express his feelings well and is very indipendent, although he worries that you'll think that you make he feel uncomfortable or that he does not like you to take care of him, he's kinda cute.

Always alert and vigilant. Raphael is very territorial, he has the perimeter constantly guarded, nothing and no one is allowed near the purgatory hall, several spears are seen around the building as a warning to demons passing by.

It is not sure if it can be considered pre-heat but... Raphael becomes elusive and leaves the house less, he hardly talks to other people outside his circle.

Rapahel, unlike other angels, hunts during his period. So he usually feeds on raw prey, often wanting to share it with you like a hawk. Occasionally an evil imp has crept in and you have quickly released it, demons are friends not food

Raphael is totally non-verbal, his communication consists of small grunts and warning cries.

Ironically, he expresses a lot with his wings. It's funny because his wings make him much more expressive than when he's not on his period.

Raphael's pheromones are not as strong as Simeon's, but he marks much more, the whole Purgatory Hall is filled with his pheromones. Sometimes one of the brothers had been marked.

Raphael become more nervous than Simeon, he's less familiar with the Devildom, so to calm him down, cut off stimuli, cover his eyes while you talk to him and stroke his hair or wings.

Although he likes physical contact, you should always ask permission before doing so or he may become upset. He will do the same before cuddling next to you or stroking your hair.

Raphael's courtship is impressive, it involves Bridal Flights, which consist of acrobatic flights and all kinds of aerial pirouettes to get your attention. In an angel-angel situation the couple would accompany him in flight.

Then he also uses singing, (and it's true, Raphael's voice is out of this world) , you can't fly but you can sing so he'll expect you to reciprocate, if you hum along he'll be more than happy.

The sense that Raphael develops the most during his period is vision, he is able to see for miles this helps him not only to hunt but also to defend the fort.

His body temperature rises during his period this means that he is constantly ventilating the nest, so he wears warm clothes as a precaution.

Raphael's purring is deep and soft. It is impossible to catch him purring, he seems to wait until you are asleep to do it. But all in all it is an indicator that he is at ease and relaxed.

Raphael was the first one to talk to you about the periods of angels and demons, since he felt that as a human you would be the best person to help him in that kind of situation in a new place. Soooo unconsciously he is the one who clarified a lot of things for us... a lot of things, and the one who has triggered all this :D.

Raphael: *preening his wings*

Mc: *laying down next to him* This is rare…

Raphael: *watching them*

Mc: It's almost disturbing... so much independence, used to what I'm used to.

Raphael: *caressing their cheek with his own*

Mc: Thank you, I feel much better now.

Mc: Is it ok if I touch you?

Raphael: *blindfolded* … *nodding*

Mc: *caressing his back gently* You have to rest, as long as I'm here nothing dangerous will happen.

Raphael: *melting into the touch* …

Mc: Do you want me to keep talking? Or do you prefer to be silent?

Raphael: *cuddling up next to them*

Mc: *smiling* All right… today I went to the market…

Raphael: *singing as he stares at Mc*

Mc: *totally enraptured* Wow.

Raphael: *smiling in an angelic manner*

Mc: Damn, that's courtship and the rest is nonsense.

Raphael: *wrapping his wing around them and singing again*

Mc: *flustered* Wow....

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If you haveade it this far thanks you 🩷 the angel's part is a little longer but they are only two so...

[rinhaler]

i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[pityroadart]

Here's my piece for the @mcspirkevents Big Bang! I was paired with the excellent @twinkboimler and their fic Jim Kirk's Guide to Delivering the Goods, which you can find here (E, AOS McSpirk, 60k)

Summer just started, and Jim is bored out of his mind. The courses he needs to take aren’t being offered until the second half of the summer, so he has an entire month to bother his roommate Bones. At Bones’ suggestion to get a job, Jim fixes up a motorbike and starts making deliveries to people in town, including a cute Vulcan professor named Spock. But when Jim is beaten up while making a delivery, it’s Spock who delivers Jim back to the apartment he shares with Bones. After the meet-cute from hell, Spock and Bones start dating… and so do Jim and Spock. With neither roommate aware they’re both dating the same man, there’s only so long that things can go well for them before the other shoe finally drops.

Also as part of my Big Bang offerings, I made a fic playlist (below) — partly a love letter to McSpirk, partly a love letter to myself and Fletcher's overlapping music taste.

Thank you again to Fletcher @twinkboimler for working on this project with me, it's been an absolute joy!

Until the Birds Return on Spotify

Tracks and choice lyrics below the cut (contains vague spoilers):

Astronaut | Future Crib

I wanna be an astronaut Fly into space I wanna see Mars from Venus I wanna go to that place And if you come with me They'll be room in my ship I'll take you up there with me It can be just you and me

Afraid of Heights | boygenius

I never rode a motorcycle I never smoked a cigarette I wanna live a vibrant life But I wanna die a boring death

Day by Day | Old Sea Brigade

Time and time again, I think I'm falling through space And I wake up in my bed just sweating in sheets

... Then I think of you growing old and it breaks my heart

Factories | Autoheart

When you found my body by the lake You wasn't sure if I was still alive

You and Your Friend | Snake River Conspiracy

Must we go run through our lives with our eyes closed To the loving happiness that we can share I think I'm in love with you and your friend

My Gal, My Guy | Darlingside

My (guy) he's the bluest ocean, (he) Waits under the bluest sky for me I belong to (him) When I'm in the water

Santa Fe | Autoheart

Heaven sent You were like a present I should not have kept A sticker on your forehead saying 'breakable And I broke you bad

Coat on a Hook | The National

Two days, we're still not talking You're the opposite of an open book Come back for me

Top to Toe | Fenne Lily

So I'm changing all my days To make your nights It's just not right

Pigeon Song | Patrick Wolf

Now the pigeons gather 'round my feeding hand And we talk 'til the evening fades I have learnt how it goes What you wait for never shows And what you least wanted, holds you down like a stone

Hornets | The National

But I don't wanna leave And I don't wanna hide I just don't wanna run Into you tonight

Tea, Milk & Honey | Oh Pep!

If you stick with me, I'll make sure your time is all right If you don't understand where I am now, it's better if we leave it

The Spiritual | Jukebox the Ghost

We might have kissed a bit too soon I could feel what was coming and I didn't mean to hurry you I just knew that time would find our fingers linked, through and through Forgive me, I'm human too

Bike Dream | Rostam

Two boys, one to kiss your neck And one to bring you breakfast Get you out of bed

Don't Go | Yazoo

Can't stop now Don't you know I ain't never gonna let you go

Jenny | The Mountain Goats

I hopped on back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you I sank my face into your hair And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could You were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on 900 cc's of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest

Old Old Fashioned | Josh Ritter (Frightened Rabbit cover)

Oh let's get old fashioned Back to how things used to be If I get old, old fashioned Would you get old, old fashioned with me?

[twilightcitysky]

Everything Is Meant (long S2 analysis, part 2)

Part one here

Okay, so that's how I think the pre-creation scene and Gabriel's arc connect to Aziraphale's choice. I also think the ineffable bureaucracy speedrun exists to prove totally different things to Aziraphale and Crowley: Aziraphale loves that they can love each other but notes they have to run away to be together; Crowley sees this and immediately thinks "hey, we can do that too!", forgetting that running away is not a solution Aziraphale has ever been interested in. It's the mentality of an individualist vs a group-oriented mind, and neither of them is necessarily wrong, it's just that their priorities are different and they HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT, which they don't.

Continued analysis under the cut:

3. Let's take the Job minisode. Why include it? We already mentioned that it proves Aziraphale remembers Crowley as an angel, since he mentions it. And he believes Crowley is the same person he always was, and that he doesn't want to harm Job's crops or animals or children. Crowley tries to convince him he's a Big Bad Demon who is all in on this assignment, but fails utterly to kill even a single goat, soooo... Aziraphale comes to the conclusion that he knows what Crowley wants. Alert! Alert! This is a big problem! Crowley says, "What do you know about what I want?" Aziraphale: "I know you." Crowley: "You do not know me." But because Aziraphale got it right this time, he goes ahead assuming he'll always get it right, which is a crucial failure when it comes to the final reckoning. He doesn't ever ASK Crowley what he wants, he just assumes. When you assume you know what someone wants, you usually assume their priorities align with yours... he couldn't be more wrong about that. The Job minisode sets up this dynamic for them, and they never really manage to change it.

The other thing happens at the end of the minisode. Crowley acknowledges two crucial points: 1) he's lonely ("But you said it wasn't!" "I'm a demon. I lied"), 2) he doesn't think Aziraphale would like Hell. Aziraphale DOESN'T like Hell. Aziraphale hates Hell for what they've done to Crowley. He doesn't see Heaven as innocent or benign, but importantly, Heaven has never tried to hurt Crowley directly. They never threatened his safety. They never tortured him (as it's heavily implied that Hell did). Fast forward to the last ten mins of season 2: Aziraphale excited to tell Crowley that he can be an angel again BECAUSE: he never has to go back to Hell. They can never hurt him again, not the way they did before. And he doesn't have to be lonely anymore.

Last point before I leave Job: Crowley has the chance to cause Aziraphale to Fall, here, probably. ("I lied to Heaven to thwart the will of God!" "You did, but I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you? ...good, then nothing has to change.") He doesn't take it. He doesn't want Aziraphale to be a demon. He loves Aziraphale as he is. "Angel" as an affectionate. Aziraphale certainly doesn't use "demon" as a pet name for Crowley. I think they set up this scene to contrast the final one, and show how deeply hurt Crowley is that Aziraphale suggest he change.

4. Moving on to Victorian Scotland. This one confused me at first. I was delighted that they brought back the "the lower you start the more opportunity you have to rise" dialogue from the book, but apart from that I didn't really see the point of it. It seems like the statue of Gabriel and the fact that he and Beelz ended up at that pub in the present were more or less coincidental.

The point, I think, is actually not the girl, but the doctor. He's a person who is trying to do good by working in a system that's deeply flawed, and engaging in questionable moral practices for the greater good. (Cadaver dissection is still an essential part of medical school. You need dead bodies to understand living ones.) He shows Aziraphale a tumor he removed from a child who died, and Aziraphale clutches it to his chest. The camera zooms in and lingers to tell us that this is a guardian through and through. He wants to protect people. He wants to do good with every fiber of his being.

To Crowley, it's enough to just "be an us" with Aziraphale. He doesn't really want anything more than that. That's an issue! For one thing, it fosters unhealthy codependency, and for another, Aziraphale would never be happy without the opportunity to help and protect people. It's an essential part of who he is. Metatron knows that, and he plays Aziraphale like a fiddle. The doctor showed Aziraphale that you can make a difference even in systems that are flawed, and even if you have to do things you'd rather not do. Aziraphale doesn't want to go back to Heaven, but he truly thinks he can change things; thinks he can be a guardian with some real power. In his mind, that's the right thing to do.

Last thing that happens in Scotland: Crowley saves a soul from Hell, arguably, by preventing a suicide. He gets in Big Trouble. Whatever happened to him downstairs resulted in him coming back up, leaning on a cane, and asking Aziraphale to give him holy water. Go back and watch that scene knowing what we know now about the Victorian minisode. Ask yourself how Aziraphale must have felt. He likely blamed himself for what happened, because if he hadn't meddled then they never would have been there in the first place. He knew where Crowley was, and why he was there, and he had to sit with that knowledge for years. He desperately wants Crowley to be safe; is perfectly willing to push him away to keep him safe-- which is what he does do, the minute Crowley gets back.

Now think again about what Metatron offered him. A chance to keep Crowley safe forever. He'd never be harmed again. Aziraphale is going to take that offer, no matter what else is asked of him. He's shown over and over again that he'll sacrifice his own happiness to make sure nothing happens to Crowley. And he'll do it without talking to Crowley about it first, because he is a moron who doesn't know how to use his words. Leading Crowley to assume that Aziraphale doesn't love him. The idiot angel is doing it all out of love, but because he doesn't make himself clear Crowley doesn't know that.

Part 3: Maggie and Nina, and their roles as mirror couple/ Greek chorus!

[elementroar]

Analysis of Paracelsus' initial bloodlust and its longlasting effects on A.B.A (Part 2)

Analysis behind the backstory and personal story arcs of A.B.A. and Paracelsus (part 1)

So this actually started out more of a 'funny' post, but I realized that it really is a very important insight into how A.B.A. and Paracelsus function and interact, especially for his earlier days in XX/Accent Core +R

And I wasn't joking about the vore. It's not in the erotic sense...but it certainly is in the 'literally eating parts of your partner ' sense...

Also apologies for the long word dumps, it got wordier and longer than I expected.

Paracelsus (used to) REALLY love blood

It goes without saying, Paracelsus really loves blood. Well he used to anyway.

By STRIVE, he says he felt he lost his sanity whenever he gets hyped on blood in the past. To the point, he has sworn off blood (and violence) as if it was an addiction. Basically, he has managed to go clean sometime between their last appearance and STRIVE.

To not go too far into his backstory again (which you can read here), Paracelsus is a magical axe that fed on blood and increased his own power with blood; and would use warriors as hosts to cause more bloodshed and thus gain more blood and power for himself. Paracelsus doesn't need to 'eat' blood to survive (he was left host-less for about 20 years, and now abstains in STRIVE and is just fine), making the addiction metaphor seem to be accurate.

Back in XX/ACCENT CORE, he needed to drink fresh blood to transform into his superpowered Moroha mode (this is mechanically replaced by Jealous Rage mode now). Similar to his current gameplay, he could get blood and transform by A.B.A. piercing someone with his bladed end; or if A.B.A. fed him one of three blood packs she'd have on her.

He reacts pretty much like a dog getting a treat, anticipating it when she reaches into her pockets for a pack too. And he truly didn't care where the blood comes from, even if it's from A.B.A. herself.

A.B.A. coughs up blood and all Paracelsus wants to do is have a taste. Note that he barely actually reacts to her or himself getting hit or fighting in the old games. It's kind of a stark contrast to his many reactions and concern for her wellbeing now.

Make no mistake, despite being "kinder and gentler" than how he treated his previous hosts - by not completely mind controlling her into a frenzy and caring enough that he doesn't want her to die - Paracelsus was truly obsessed with drinking blood still, and all the fighting skills and power he imparted on A.B.A. was to make her strong enough to defeat opponents and gather blood for him too. Hence the 'manipulation' he felt guilty of in STRIVE.

And he gets even more bloodthirsty in Moroha mode aka what Paracelsus is without his 'sanity'.

You're the worse you when on blood

Prior to STRIVE and Paracelsus' current sludgy form, his powered-up form gave him a goat's head and his persona changes into that of his old berserker self.

This increase in aggression and bloodlust also affected A.B.A. through their empathetic bond, making her also take joy in violence and also clearly hyperventilating and tweaking out in some animations, like she's high.

Not to mention that to fight in this mode, every time Paracelsus makes a successful attack, A.B.A. also gets damaged (hence 'Moroha' mode as it means 'double-edged'). In-universe, this could mean that Paracelsus is sapping both the blood of an opponent and A.B.A. at the same time, indiscriminately as he says.

And he seems somewhat crueler in this form, as he has an even more violent and vicious state above Moroha mode called Goku Moroha mode. He enters it by consuming another blood pack, but he also seems to bite down on A.B.A.'s hand without a care and holds onto it while he transforms.

The impact of all this on A.B.A

Picking up Paracelsus was truly a double-edged sword/axe for A.B.A. On one hand, he was older and savvier about the outside world (even though he spent like 20 years just rusting away on the ground somewhere) and having him as her emotional support key and literal weapon led her to actually daring to explore the outside world, and he provided and (attempted to) advised her on things she didn't know about.

On the other hand, Paracelsus' satiating his bloodthirst was still his main objective, and it was also hurting A.B.A. Although Paracelsus was making some effort to not outright get her killed, A.B.A's additional resilience as a homunculus probably also helped her survive take being Paracelsus' host as long as she did.

Paracelsus was the original toxic element in their relationship, and it's likely over the years he's come to realize and regrets the harm he was doing to A.B.A. constantly, and why he has completely sworn off blood and violence entirely by STRIVE.

However, his bloodlust fueled and amplified the worse tendencies of A.B.A. from early on, and this seems to have stuck with her till the present in STRIVE. Her current extremely violent reaction when feeling jealousy or anxiety is likely how she's been conditioned to do so by Paracelsus, even when he himself is no longer the source of that bloodlust.

The difference now is that A.B.A.'s new powered-up state of Jealous Rage is mainly fueled by her wrath and fear instead of Paracelsus' bloodlust. Paracelsus becomes sludge now, affected by the toxicity of her unstable emotions going haywire and her will becoming decidedly dominant over his. The one who is toxic has become inverted.

What's more, it seems that the skills Paracelsus imparted on her before also carried over and stuck with her, allowing her to fight independently since Paracelsus isn't trying to encourage her to violence this time. She's become so dominant that she now can even force a new form/transformation onto Paracelsus when she does her Overdrive The Law is Key, Key is King while in Jealous Rage.

In the game files, this red form is called the "Hyoui" form, meaning 'possession'. It being red is interesting because it seems to be a callback to Paracelsus' moniker of being the Sanguine Gale. The concept art also shows the pretty disturbing way he's being morphed into it by A.B.A. when she does the Overdrive.

When in her Jealous Rage mode, the bottom half Paracelsus' where his axe blade is, somehow becomes more axe-like than it ever has been in the games. In the earlier games, his blade half didn't change, only his head does into the goat-head. What's more disturbing is that eyes already started appearing on the axe half even while Paracelsus tries to maintain his original face as much as possible.

When executing the Overdrive, A.B.A. swings with the axe half as the sludge pulls from Paracelsus' face to form this new toothed red axe head. Is it a new persona? Is Paracelsus still conscious in his face half or in the axe half at all? Does 'possession' have double meaning where A.B.A. is possessed by her own wrath, but also Paracelsus is now the one being possessed by A.B.A.'s will into forming the red axe form?

The interesting thing too is that A.B.A. executes the Overdrive with precise strikes, liked a skilled warrior. IMO, at this moment A.B.A. ironically became the exact kind of warrior that berserker Paracelsus would have wanted and caused him to even revert back into that primal early form of his that was barely sentient. They gained perfect synergy for the attack, but both are literally out of their minds.

What started this post

Just a funny thing but the reason why I even thought of, and then looked into all this, was because of A.B.A.'s biting of Paracelsus at the top of the post. I was wondering why Paracelsus doesn't say a word of protest when she does this to him, then remembered that he used to kinda drink her blood (and turns out he too has bitten her before), and I think he's prolly thinking "I deserve this".

[ema0rsully]

I’m very confused,

I don't know what animal Belphegor is. I thought at first she was a sheep. But then, I’m seeing on other social media platforms that she’s a llama.

So these are llamas, right? Belphegor does have the resemblance of a llama because of the long fluffy neck and hair.

But then.. she has horns. Her horns retract so maybe it's just a Hell thing, y’know. Them being demons and all. Then I thought, “Oh, you dumb fool! She’s probably an alpaca. They probably have horns.”

They don't. Actually, Belphagor could be more of an alpaca considering how fully she is. However, by looking at her side profiles, her nose/snout looks more like a llama than an alpaca.

And then there’s the theory that she has multiple arms like Beelzebub. So maybe, this is a hard maybe, she’s a hybrid of both a llama and a sheep or goat.

I’m saying goat because, hello, we’re in Hell. And also the fact certain goats have long ears like hers. Same goes with some sheeps.

I like to think she’s one of these goats/sheep to resemble the black parts of her hands and the end of her ears. Although, I think it’d make more sense if she’s a goat ngl. Even before we saw Belphegor’s current design, fannon art is often her as a goat.

So I decided to google what does a llama and goat symbolise.

I see that the llama and the goat resembles her perfectly.

The llama symbolises community, endurance and gentle strength. Just by looking at the Sloth Ring, they have a sense of community, unlike other rings. They probably have a lot of endurance when you see the type of jobs they have. Gentle kindness? I don't know, maybe it's part of her personality. We’ll probably see more of that in the future.

The goat on the other hand symbolises fertility, health and prosperity. Health definitely, Belphegor has a whole hospital and makes medicine/drugs for the whole of Hell. Prosperity, well, I wouldn’t say with confidence that the Sloth Ring is the most prosperous compared to other rings, but it definitely looks nicer and more progressive than other rings.

Fertility, I don't know. I don't know if Belphegor is a mom but she does seem to give off mom vibes. Also, it might not be fertility as in able to conceive children, I’m thinking fertility as in productiveness. Belphegor does produce and provide a lot of things. Her people do too when it comes to service.

If she is somewhat a llama, I’d like to think her spit has some kind of healing effect. Maybe half the medicine in Hell has her spit in it, disgusting I know, but it makes a nice headcanon. Or, maybe when she spits, she spits out candle wax. And whenever the candle wax spit lands anywhere, a candle grows or a flame erupts.

I’d be cute that when she made her first hellborn, all she did to differentiate her hellborns from other hellborns was spit on their heads to make a candle grow. 🕯️

[temis-de-leon]

10 signs a cow is happy

Characters: Belphie x gn!MC

Main Masterlist

CW: developing and established relationship. A tiny bit suggestive at one point and there's a mention of rumination (regurgitation) in another one. Otherwise, nothing

A/N: a little different from what I'm used to, but I figured trying something new could help with the writer's block. Hope you enjoy it!

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Inspired by this video and this one <3

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He reacts to his name.

Except it isn’t just his name; at least when the one looking for him is MC.

Most of the time it’s Belphie, although Belphegor comes out occasionally, like those mornings when they’re both running late for class and he won’t wake up. There are also the late nights when MC is too tired to speak and only hums the melody of his name, but the demon still opens an arm and offers the spot beside him.

He frowns when Lucifer yells and continues sleeping when Beel carries him without a care in the world, but, conscious or not, he always smiles when MC is the one calling for him.

He spends time socialising and grooming others.

It’s more noticeable once he’s freed from the attic and he feels the need to spend as much time with them as his brothers had had while he was trapped, although his hate towards humans dissipating might’ve also had something to do with it.

One moment MC finds themselves relaxing in their room and the next, after answering an ominous text message, they are lying down next to him in the planetarium, first admiring the stars and then letting him play with their hair as he unknots it with his fingers.

His touch only grows more intimate as their friendship deepens and eventually evolves into something much less platonic, but the love and care within remain the same.

He likes to play with toys, like balls.

Which is something no one expects; a welcomed surprise.

They’re all sitting in a couple of booths inside a cheap diner in the middle of nowhere, one more time victims of their own misadventures. The smell of meaty grease surrounds them and sticks to their clothes, leaving both Asmo and Beel in tears for completely different reasons, and the mean-looking waitress has enough kindness in her heart to give them an old kid’s toy to entertain themselves.

It goes first to MC, the favourite in the family, and then to Belphie, who never gets to give it to anyone else. He throws it, catches it and bounces it against any surface available until Lucifer gives him a warning look and threatens to confiscate it, to which he pouts.

A couple of minutes later, he throws it in MC’s direction, so they throw it back to him with a smile.

Five minutes later, the ball is neatly kept in Lucifer’s pocket.

He has zoomies.

Another surprise, although not as sweet as the last one.

There’s a primal fear in the depths of their mind, the one that yearns for survival, that begs MC to run and hide the very few times Belphie looks at them with those dilated pupils. They suppose it makes sense, even if they’re not afraid of him anymore.

He doesn’t look dangerous or aggressive, just unsettlingly alert and active for a demon who’s supposed to be always tired; shockingly fast and agile each time the sudden bursts of energy make him run through the house jumping in unfiltered glee, going past MC close enough to almost tackle them to the ground.

Satan suspects it’s a consequence of his long periods of rest and, while MC finds it fascinating, they can’t wait for Belphie to go back to normal.

He’s enthusiastic about treats.

A feature he shares with his brother, no doubt, is their twin telepathy proving its existence yet again; and even though they’re strikingly different, they still share some mannerisms as well, like the way they smile or look up at MC whenever they enter their room.

And that brightness in their face only increases if there are goodies involved.

MC sometimes jokes about Beel being more like a goat, trying to eat anything and everything whether or not is edible. Fortunately, Belphie’s stomach is not that demanding, so a simple sushi platter is enough to leave him happy.

However, MC can’t help but wonder if being the one who brings the treats is part of the reason for his enthusiasm because if so, every market near them will have a sushi shortage very soon.

He chews cud.

Which serves to remind MC of his non-human, half-ruminant nature.

With the middle of March approaching, the twins’ birthday is celebrated as much as possible. The amount of food at the table is tremendous and it even reaches Diavolo’s height; a perfect example of the word variety. There are dishes, appetizers, snacks and desserts for everyone’s taste, fruits and meats and vegetables and whatnot. Fortunately, Beel eats half of it in the blink of an eye before it can get overwhelming.

But for some reason, there’s also a medium-sized bowl full of what looks like grass. It’s hidden amongst other things, probably because of the oddity of its presence, but Belphie finds it quickly enough.

The sight that follows is morbidly captivating and equally disgusting, especially when the chewed food comes back to his mouth for more chewing.

At the end of the day, the important thing is that he’s happy.

…right?

He initiates hugs.

Usually when he wants cuddles and, bratty as he is, his requests often sound more like demands.

He opens his arms, brings MC to his chest and breathes in. There’s a hand wrapped around their waist and another cradling their head, softly scratching their scalp, and their body is already relaxing against his before they can even think about what they’re doing.

Sometimes, when he looks too grumpy to be taken seriously, they like to tease him, laughing at the shocked and offended expression he wears when they playfully ignore his attempted embrace.

They suppose it’s sweet, the idea of always being close as a given fact.

He exposes his tummy for belly rubs.

While lying in that position might be seen as vulnerable for some, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for Belphie; although being a powerful demon probably gave him a good sense of security.

MC would never complain about it, anyway. Seeing him so at peace around them and not only letting, but asking to be pet? A perfect evening if they’ve ever seen one. They let themselves enjoy the feeling of his stomach trembling under the tip of their nails and the small puffs of air that come out when their fingers threaten to travel lower.

It’s a type of intimacy that he wouldn’t mind bragging about in front of his brothers, but he still stays quiet to keep it private and uninterrupted.

He licks his lips when you hit the right scratch spot.

The boredom is hefty enough to kill the whole classroom. Some are painting their skin, others are painting their seatmate’s skin and MC is wondering how soft Belphie’s hair is. He is sitting in front of them during the last period of the day and the temptation is too strong to avoid.

For once, he isn’t carelessly dropped on the table, but rather leaning back and letting his head rest on the back of the chair; he is conscious enough to pay attention to their professor in his sleep but not to his surroundings, so MC takes their shot.

At first they think it’s a coincidence and pay no mind to the subtle movement of his tongue wetting his lips when they scratch his nape, but then it happens again and again and they find themselves unable to stop and forget their little discovery.

Thankfully, when the bell rings and Belphie wakes up to go home with them, MC has the perfect excuse.

He drools! Such things happen!

He purrs.

It takes MC some time to figure out what is the deep rumbling that follows them for months, mainly because it sounds like a creaking door and, while the House of Lamentation is old, the structure and the furniture are kept mostly intact.

Just like white noise, once they turn it down, it’s impossible not to miss it and the realisation is enough to turn the sadness of returning to the human realm into a full crying meltdown.

It was there the whole time: when they woke up Belphie and they were the first person he saw; or when they laid together and played and simply enjoyed each other’s presence and existence.

It’s there again when MC can’t deal with the loneliness anymore and calls him.

The rumbling, a purr, peeking under his low voice.

If that isn’t enough reason to keep loving him, then what is?

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[shirecorn]

At first I had thought that Rudolph was strapped in to the front of the sleigh, but then I noticed his hind legs were being supported. It's a mobility aid! So clever!

That's right! This is rudolph's self contained unit that allows him to move around on the snow. When he visits sunny climates, he switches the sled out for wheels.

The front part of the harness and the wooden sled shape is based on traditional sami sled gear, with the supports carefully based off goat wheelchairs.

Here's a breakdown of how it works engineering-wise. The goal was to make something that he could get in and out of on his own, like most people who use wheelchairs. The only hand-wave is to give his mouth magic knot-tying abilities that typical cartoon animals tend to have.

While most goat chairs use dog harnesses (including a connection between collar and cinch like a horse breastcollar) reindeer's main point of pulling is the collar. There are two straps on either side of a somewhat stiff collar that serves the same purpose as a yoke for draft animals. They can push forward with their shoulders into the collar and drag their burden without putting weight on their trachea, nor pulling too much with the cinch.

Rudolph simply slips into the collar and buckles his cinch around his ribs, then he is ready for the chair.

Here's what the sled looks like without Rudolph in it. He puts his legs through the two leg support straps, and rests his hocks on the padded bar. His belly is supported by a wide, soft strap that bears the weight of his back end. There is an optional seatbelt that goes over his rump if he knows he's going to be going at high speeds. For short walks, he can leave it off. This makes getting in and out of his sleigh easier.

Here's all the pieces assembled together! I'll probably add some crossbeams under his back legs for stability. It was really challenging to blend modern animal wheelchairs with traditional sleigh construction (including rope ties rather than buckles) but in the end we have a cute, believable mobility aid for the most famous reindeer of all.

Here's Little Ru, ready for a casual walk in the snow.

Don't get sunburned!

[heartfullofleeches]

With lambchomp, would FF! reader be able to go to work?? Or would they now be permanently stuck in their house with lambchomp

As badly as FF wish it were that easy - Lambchop still wakes them up on time everyday for their shifts. If they really want to get out of work for the day they can suck up to the goat and they'll let them off the hook, but everything is still pretty much the same for FF aside from the fact they get to go home almost every evening now considering Lambchop was one of the main forces keeping them on the property and a fair amount of the entities outside of the restaurant are too afraid of Lambchop to attempt to steal them away when they return home with the demon at their side.

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Fast Food Reader: Lambchop, you have to stop throwing away your toothbrushes. Just because you don't have one anymore doesn't give you permission to use mine.

[The mascot hangs their head in shame - hiding their face in Reader's shirt]

FF Reader: That's not gonna work on me twice-

Bathroom Succubus: Well I'll be damned... You two are actually living together. I've been wondering why it's so quite when I come back after closing.... So... Have you two.... y'know~

FF Reader: If you are asking if I've had sex with Lambchop the answer is no.

[Lambchop perks up-]

FF Reader: Don't get any ideas, buddy- My neighbors are nosy enough as is

[Lambchop immediately goes back to moping]

[doodler16]

long one ahead. discussion of ableism and disability.

i have a very strong feeling viv only added disabled characters for clout/praise. none of the disability "rep" is good or realistic imo. yes, it's hell and heaven etc etc. idc. not to mention she's ableist towards disabilities, mental or physical, she can't or doesn't want to romanticize. look at the bellhopper from ghostfuckers and the goat lady at the reception of the hospital blitz and loona went to. ableism is funny there, but when someone is mean or ableist to fizz, it's wrong?

not to mention every single disabled character gets their disability "fixed" without any issue or actual impairment of their life. it doesnt impact them or shows itself as an actual disability, just as an event that happened to them that got fixed eventually. which is fucking wild. wouldnt be surprised if she "fixed" autism or anything in that regard too in the future.

vaggie - gets her wings back for no damn reason. never mentioned or tackled how she manages with only one eye. how does she coordinate with dancing and fighting? depth perception? it seems like her getting attacked/ her eye torn out by lute was just for shock value. its literally never mentioned again.

lute - gets a perfectly working arm prosthetic. why did her arm get crushed in the first place? only for drama?

fizzarolli- perfectly working prosthetics yet again. at least its shown that he struggles with self worth and confidence with his remaining horns and 'disfigurement'. yknow, seeing that the disability had an actual impact on his life. like those in real life do.

blitz - literally had half of his face burned off, plus most of his arms/hands, and his eye on the affected side is perfectly intact, and his hands are too.

what even is the logic in all of this? (there is none surprise surprise)

i wont even get into how addicts & mentally ill ppl are treated... maybe another time.

sorry for the ramble.

I don’t think Vivziepop and Brandon thought much about the disability aspect besides making into a punchline/dark humor. Because Helluva Boss was supposed to be a comedy while Hazbin Hotel handles all the serious lore and drama. Now in Helluva Boss they want to be serious about their topics, creating a double edge sword.

You are right about Fizzoralli, Anon. The Mammon Special bothered me for 2 reasons: Blitz and the way Fizzarolli is babied in and outside of the show. The fans would shower Fizzarolli with praise for leaving his abusive environment and gaining weight (I’m sorry I barely see a difference regarding his weight, dude is built like a twig) but meanwhile nobody in and outside of the show keeps the same energy with Moxxie. I remember making a video all about that because that episode was so hypocritical and the double standards.

It’s not fine for Fizzoralli to be made fun but Moxxie, the goat nurse, and the bellhop can be? Like cmon. Fizzoralli got like a whole protection squad it’s not even funny.

Vaggie getting her wings was not only awkward animation wise but out nowhere and I have to question is that how all the angels get their wings back by.. dancing and jumping around while another person is singing confidently about love?

Like what is the process/requirements of getting your wings back? Looks it is not a permanent situation. I get what they were trying to do, Vaggie coming full circle similarly like a butterfly except hers was nonexistent/rushed. I’m honestly surprised nobody in the hotel asked about her eye or Vaggie has not been insecure about it.

Like Angel Dust can make fun of her tits and name but never mentions her eye. That would be great character development for both Vaggie and Angel Dust. He pushes her to edge and goes too far, in the process Angel Dust learns more about Vaggie and why she is so guarded and closed off to sinners.

Vaggie’s eye being ripped, It was definitely for shock value and show how ruthless the excorists can be especially Lute. Lute losing her arm kind of adds to drama but it’s mainly Adam dying that takes the cake. Lute is the type to use anything that happened negatively towards her as an example of why sinners are dangerous.

I’m surprised Blitz can see properly, I thought he would be blind, wear an eye patch like Vaggie, or his vision would be 10x worse than before. Blitz getting that main character plot armor. 😂 Overall, the person who truly acknowledges their disability is Fizzarolli (even if it’s brief). I would love to hear your thoughts how addicts and mentally ill characters are treated in the show, no need to apologize for rambling. I find these conversations interesting.

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3.9k +/soshiro x fem!reader/ first time talking about s*x together and doing it/ established relationship/ desperate soshiro/ pussy drunk soshiro/ soft dom soshiro/ receiving giving oral/ throat goat reader tbh 🔥/ very sweet aftercare soshiro/ will probably be a part two. 

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“I won’t make you say it if you don’t want to” his face is barely and inch from yours. He bends his head to reach your neck and kisses it gently. Feather light. “Do you like that?” 

You nod. Maybe a little too insistently. He chuckles. 

“I’ll do it some more then.” He brushes your hair back to get a better sight of where on your neck he’s going to kiss you next. “Lean your head back more.” you do as he says. Your heart rate is already so rapid and you know it’s obvious how deeply you’re breathing. 

You’ve been going out for three months now and haven’t done much except hold hands and kiss a bit. It’s nobodies fault really. Work gets busy and you’re not exactly ready to make out after a long mission. Time isn’t on your side. Sometimes it’s hard for him to make time for you or the other way around. You also haven’t had sex in a long while since your last partner and honestly feel a little embarrassed about it. You don’t want him to think you’re lame but recently he’s been kissing you so intensely. The first time you moaned unintentionally when he did you quickly felt embarrassed about it. But the way he looked at you when he pulled back made you dizzy. 

You’d never seen his eyes so dark before. His breathing so heavy or his grip on your waist so firm. You also hadn’t felt his erection fully in his pants pushing against your stomach before. It was making you wetter than you thought it would. “You liked that?” he breathed out. You could see the beat of his pulse on the drum of his neck. You did the same then. Nodding quickly because you couldn’t speak.

Up to that point he had been so courteous with you. So polite. Always complementing you the moment he sees you. Holding your hand on errands and off work. Kissing you randomly just because. Watching you intently as you do pretty much anything. Such a sap. He’s filling you so much with care and love it makes you so happy. 

But he never goes too far. As time went on you know he wanted more but he never asked. Not with words anyways. His kisses would last longer, his tongue would enter your mouth, his hands would go lower. You never stopped him. If anything leaning into him encouraged him to do more. The longer your make out sessions lasted, the more he hesitated to touch your ass, your breasts the more you wanted him to. He has limits to how far he would go and you found it so incredibly sweet. But also a little irritating. 

You needed to say it. You hadn’t really talked about sex. You had about past partners. Maybe some silly stories but never about how you want to be touched by him. Today you decided to do that. After finishing your work for the day, as usual on wednesdays he waited for you by the front entrance to take you for a walk. You talk about your day, share stories, hold hands, joke around a bit as you head to his apartment near by. 

The first time you went to his place you thought he’d try to make a move. But it never came, not fully anyways. You’d watch something, cook together, talk for hours, maybe go out again and then he’d walk you back to your barracks for the night before he’d go back into the office and do some more work. He had a cot there so sometimes he wouldn’t go back to his place. He never insisted you stay the night but did assure you if you were too tired you could. 

So today you made your move. On the couch at his place. You both had changed out of your uniforms long ago before making dinner. Both in comfortable clothes. You picked out your ice cream and you both shared it. He had smudged some on the corner of his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice turning back to the movie you’re both watching. 

Nows your chance. You look at him, the screen, back at him. 

“You okay?” he asks startling you. 

“Yes. Fine. I’m okay.” 

He snorts. “Alright.” he absentmindedly reaches for your hand and kisses it. Then turns to the screen. 

Fuck it here I go. 

You kiss the smudge on his face. He turns to you in surprise then smiles. “What’s that for?” 

“You have something…” you gesture to the corner of his mouth. 

“Oh, I’ll get a napkin.” he starts to get up but you stop him. 

“No! Um, just sit down.” 

He raises an eyebrow but obeys. “You’re acting a little weird. You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes just stay still.” you sound more commanding than you mean to. You’re so nervous you know it’s obvious in your voice. 

He picks up on it of course. “No somethin’s off sweetheart. You sure you’re fine?” 

“Yes! I’m fine!” this is not going like you thought it would. You’re supposed to be getting horny not frustrated. Or at least a horny frustration would be nice. 

He frowns. “I don’t like the way you said that. Do you not like the movie?” he sounds concerned. Like in a way someone would ask a puppy if it’s lost. 

“No! Please just stay still and close your eyes!” why is trying to fuck your boyfriend so hard?

He laughs. “What is this some kind of prank you saw somewhere-?”

“I’m trying to have sex with you!” 

His eyes open wide. You both seem frozen in time. The gesturing you were making with your hands is still too. The movie keeps playing and the light of the screen reflects off both of your faces. Someone in the film laughs. 

You snap out of it first. “Fuck. Sorry. Never mind-“

“That’s what you want?” You hardly ever hear his voice get this low. His eyes are laser focused on you. The surprise is gone from his face. He’s fully serious. 

You nod. “Yes. Do you?” 

He pauses the movie and comes closer to you on the couch. “I’m taking your lead.” you can feel his warm breath on your lips. Your back pressed on the arm rest. “I’ll do whatever you want.” his hand reaches down and caresses the length of your exposed thigh. “Whatever you need.” 

You hadn’t felt his hand on your bare thigh before. Fuck that alone feels good. His hands are warm and little rough. You didn’t expect him to be so willing so quickly. 

And here you are now. Soshiro sucking on your neck. Your mind and body feeling like your being dipped in warm honey. Such a cozy feeling enveloping you. “Touch me more please.” you practically moan it out. 

He obliges with a grunt still buried in your neck. His hand comes up to cup your breast. You can’t believe your eyes. He’s kneading the fat of your thigh, the other hand on your nipple under your bra and his mouth coming back to yours. “You still like this?” 

You nod and before thinking you grab his face and plunge your tongue into his mouth he’s caught by surprise but you can feel his body relax and sink into yours more. He’s been so patient. So sweet. So caring. He makes you feel safe and happy. Man, you wanna fuck his brains out so bad. 

He pulls away for a second and pulls you into his lap. You can feel his hard cock pressing on your pussy. You grind yourself into it and his breath catches when he speaks. “I like that baby.” 

He sounds so desperate, his hands kneading so greedily on your ass, pushing away the shorts that barely cover it anyways. It’s turning you on so much. You put your hands in his hair and kiss him more. This time you’re in his neck. He moans and thrust his aching cock up. You meet it with your own gyrating hips. You kiss him up to his jaw when we grabs the back of your head and makes you meet his gaze. “You sure you want more baby?” 

His eyes are begging you to say yes. His heartbeat is going crazy and his skin is flushed. “Yes please.” you whimper more than say. 

He takes your face in for a moment before clashing his lips with yours and quickly removes your shirt. He lifts your bra and takes your nipple in his mouth. The sensation makes your pussy clench.  His strong arm supporting your back as you arch into this mouth. He’s trying to take as much of your breasts as he can. Moaning as you grind yourself more on his hard length. His hands feel so good palming your ass, reaching up your back, down your thighs and back to your ass. His fingers pressing indents into your skin. 

He stops and looks up at you with hooded eyes. “Please let me eat your pussy.” 

You swear you could die happy right there. “Yes!” the instant the word is out of your mouth he lifts you off of him and sits you on the couch he stands and takes his shirt off. 

You bite your lip. Goddamn his body is gorgeous. Tightly packed muscle you wouldn’t think is there when he’s clothed. His chest and shoulders wide and his abs firm. And now this perfect man is getting on his knees in front of you. He slides your shorts off and you lift your hips to help him without a second thought. You take your bra off too and you watch as he lowers his shorts just enough to grip his cock. You want to see it more but he tugs your hips downward so your pussy is fully infront of him as he aligns his mouth with your entrance from his kneeled position. You feel his got breath on your sensitive skin. 

He lifts your legs and licks a long stripe from your ass cheek to the inside of your thigh. You grip the couch tightly at the sensation. He does the same to the other leg and presses two fingers on your clit. You whimper. You already had a burning desire for all of him but you want everything now. 

“Are you okay?” he stops and looks at you. He’s never heard you make that sound. Of course your perfect caring boyfriend is concerned something is wrong. 

He’s so considerate but you need his mouth on your clit. “Yes! I’m fine! Please put your tongue on my clit already!” 

He laughs. “I didn’t know you wanted it so bad baby. I’m sorry you waited so long.” his fingers find your clit again and make slow gentle circles. Barely enough pressure to feel. You whimper. “Look at me.” You do. His eyes bright violet. Pupils wide. “I’m gonna take good care you.” he puts more pressure now. “I’ve thought about this for a long time.” he slowly slides one finger into you. “And…” His mouth centimeters from your pussy. “This perfect pussy you have.” in one move his fingers are gone from your clit and his lips are suckling on it. Your head jerks back, hips lift up to push yourself more into his mouth. His other hand now twisting and thrusting two fingers into your pussy and the other you can hear him stroking his cock with. It makes you gush more knowing he’s getting turned on by this like you are. 

He sucks you languidly and you try to keep a rhythm with your hips but you’re desperate for more. You’re greedy and want release. You can’t keep steady. He lifts his head “Put your hands in my hair baby. Use my mouth how you want it.” Fuck he’s perfect. You do as he says. He flattens his tongue on your cunt and you grab fist fulls of his hair guiding his head how you need it. 

Such delicious pressure on your swollen clit. His tongue is firm and he’s moaning as you slide your soaking pussy up and down its length. “Soshiro. You feel so good.” His whole face is covered in your nectar. He’s fucking his cock into his palm using your juices to lubricate his thrusting. The wet sounds are so erotic it’s making your head hazy. You can feel yourself getting close. You look down at his face and his eyes are half closed, hair sticking to his forehead, his breathing is harsh and his face is shiny with a mixture of his sweat, your sweat and the addictive syrup from your plush pussy. The sight is bringing you to the edge. 

“So- shiro! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out. He lets out muffled moans and his expression is almost a pained one. He’s so needy for your pleasure he needs you to cum on his tongue. You’re sure you’re going to pull his hair out. Your hips and arms struggle to keep up the pace as the orgasm starts to build. “Fuck! Ah! Soshiro!” he pushes his head harder into you, his fingers thirsting faster and you feel bliss break out though out your body. Your legs tense up so tight, your toes curl, your spine arches, your body is almost completely off the couch. You cry out almost as if in pain as your legs tremble. The wet sounds coming from your pussy as he fingers and devours you like he’s begging for more fill the room. For a few seconds your body is paralyzed from the pleasure. You try to breathe but your breaths are shallow, your arms searching for something else to hold as if you’re falling. 

But he isn’t stopping. He can hardly breathe with how tight your thighs are squeezing him but he doesn’t care. He follows your movements as you try to get away. Your orgasm making your clit as sensitive as it’s ever been. He lets go of his cock and with his arms and head pushes you back onto the couch until your whole body is on it. He’s burrowing his mouth into you like he’s addicted and needs more of your essence. 

Your orgasm is trying to fade but he continues to press on your clit. “Soshiro! I- I can’t! It’s too much!” you’re so sensitive and he can’t leave it alone. You opened a door tonight that’s never gonna close again. You try to push him away but he doesn’t stop. His eyes almost completely rolled to the back of his head and he’s drinking your juices so mindlessly. Fuck it’s so sexy how dedicated he is. But he might suffocate at this rate. 

You manage to pull his hair enough so his mouth is inches away from your pussy. His breathing is so heavy you’re sure now he was actually suffocating. His grip is still tight on your hips leaving bruises on your skin. He wasn’t going to quit unless you forced him. His sight on your glistening core. Like a dog being held back from his favorite food. He’s drooling. His hair is a complete mess from your tugging and all the moisture that got into it. Your eyes are being blessed once again. A panting, needy Soshiro between your legs, face covered in your cum, tongue out like a dog. You think you’re gonna have a heart attack. “I might have needed that more than you did.” He says breathlessly licking his lips. He raises his gaze to you. “Are you okay?” It’s like he was under a spell and now it’s subsided. 

It almost makes you laugh. Here you are having experienced one the best orgasms of your life while he could hardly breathe and he’s asking if you’re okay. You smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” Your legs are still trembling a bit but you feel fantastic. 

“Good.” he rises up slowly as he gathers his breath and balance. Finally you get to see his cock. It’s leaking pre cum and looks so hard you swear it hurts him. You sit up and he takes off his shorts and when it’s in sight again without thinking you take it in your hands. 

“B-baby wait-“ but you don’t. You’ve never actually been eager to have a cock in your mouth but it looks so good. Maybe you’re still dazed from your orgasm but seeing his hard muscle leaking, eager for you is making your pussy ache with need. You grab it in one hand while hes still standing and lick a long, slow, stripe up from its base to his swollen head. “Aaaaa fuuuuck.” his head lulls back as you do that again. You’re not sure you can fit all of it in your mouth since you’re out of practice but you try anyways. His hips jerk as you take more of his cock in your mouth. 

He loses balance for a second. “Baby, don’t hurt yourself.” he breathes out. You look up at him and it’s such a sight. Looking at his soaked face past the landscape of his muscles almost makes you whimper. His chest heaving and sweaty. 

“Guide me?” you ask. One hand slowly stroking his length. 

He swallows hard. “I’ll try to be gentle. Let me know if I hurt you okay?” You nod. He places his hands gingerly through your hair on top of your ears and positions your mouth at the head of his cock. “Suck on it gently baby.” you do as he asks. You take his head in your mouth and suck with light pressure. He sighs almost in relief. “Use your tongue baby.” you circle your tongue around his head and he starts to gently fuck your mouth. Fuck you didn’t know you’d get so turned on from this. Little by little he fits more cock in you and you get so horny from his pleasure you reach down and touch yourself. He sucks through his teeth. “Fuck that’s so sexy. You getting turned on baby?” He fucks your face a little bit faster now. “You like how my cock tastes baby?” you start to bob your head with the rhythm of his thrusting. He moans again. Your tongue rolls with your joined movements. You feel him getting harder. “I didn’t know you like eating my cock so much.” his words make you wetter and you start making more rapid circles around your clit. His grip is tight in your hair and his cock is reaching the back of your throat. You start to choke but he doesn’t stop. You look up at him and you could almost cum again with how he’s looking at you. Like prey. Like he knows he’s using you the way he wants to. Your eyes tear up. His cock reaches your throat now. “Mmm, you were that hungry for my cock baby? Yelling at me that you wanted to fuck.” he pulls his dick out completely and you take in much needed deep breaths. 

He doesn’t let go of your head. A thin rope of spit attached from your mouth to his delicious memeber. “Beg me to fuck your mouth more with it princess.” He teases your lips with his leaking head. You’re much more of a slut than you thought because you want him to keep using your mouth to fuck you. 

You swallow the saliva that built up in your mouth. You feel a tear run down your face. “Please keep fucking my mouth.” 

His cock jumps and you barely get your mouth open before he plunges it back into your throat. He’s fucking your mouth in earnest now. You’re bobbing and tongue can’t keep up with his using your head like a fuck doll. You’re rubbing your pussy vigorously and can feel another orgasm building. You’re chocking and tears keep coming. “Sorry baby but I want you to swallow my cum.” his voice is gravel now. Barely able to keep steady as his balls tighten. You whimper. “You want that? You wanna swallow my cum baby?” you moan more as you grind your hips into your hand. His cock is harding more and you can tell he’s close. “Gonna stuff my princess’s mouth with cum.” his hips start to stutter and you can barely breathe. “(y/n) fuck!” he grinds his cock into your throat and you feel the hot cum pour into you. Your orgasm hits you too and you convulse as it rips through you. Your nose is pressed to his pubic bone as he pushes your head into the couch. “Fuck you’re such a good slut for me!” he holds you there for a few seconds as his balls empty into your throat forcing you to swallow. 

He pulls out of your mouth. Your face covered in tears and sweat. His cum smudged on your cheeks. Your breathing is ragged and you’re light headed from coming and suffocating. “Open your mouth pretty girl.” you’re so drunk on his cock you’ll do anything he says. Your limbs are so weak you can barely manage to hold yourself up. You open your mouth and without warning he shoves his cock back into it. “Gotta make sure you don’t spit any out baby.” You suck his softening cock some more and swallow all the saliva and cum left on it. 

Finally he pulls out of your mouth and lets go of your hair. He caresses your face gently and kisses your eyes, your nose, cheeks and lips. “C’mere.” He picks your limp body up with care and carries you to his bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water and a towel.” He kisses your forehead. You lay down and spread yourself out on the mattress pushing the sheets away. Fuck that was good. You’re breathing heavy. Your body is still radiating. You haven’t even had him inside you yet. Well, inside a different hole. 

He comes back with a glass of water and hands it to you as he wipes your face with a towel. His face looks clean from rinsing it along with his hair. It’s pushed back enough you can see his widows peak. He has such a content look on his face you wonder if yours is the same. “Did I hurt you baby?” 

You shake your head as you sit up and drink the water. “No. Maybe I really am a whore.” 

He laughs and sits closer to you. Rubbing your sore legs. “Same here. I wasn’t too mean was I?” 

“No. I mean if you spoke to me like that outside of fucking I’d cry.” 

He chuckles. “I won’t do that then.” he kisses your check. “Do you wanna shower? Sleep? Are you tired? Or hungry?” 

“Probably should shower actually.” you sniff yourself. 

He laughs again. “Okay. C’mon. Let’s take a bath.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask placing your empty cup on the night stand. 

He holds your face in his hands. “I’ve never been better in my entire life.” he kisses you slowly and so softly. You could fall asleep with his kisses like that. You smile. “I’ll carry you to the bath if you want? When the water is ready.” 

You’re a bit stunned. “Aren’t you exhausted?” 

He laughs. “Not in the least.”