wait so does ayalon ACTUALLY squeak

LKJKDF he can, yeah! he can also purr... but both of those things he keeps locked up Tight. you will not catch him slipping

we're kissing rn we're kissing

we are kissing misha ...........we're kissing sm rn ...............

@nvrcmplt​ asked: Zabnki resting a hand on Ayalon's thigh when together on the same sofa, maybe holds a hand when walking, maybe leans on his shoulder when standing and waiting around. Zabnki the touch-starved Dancer just like sot make sure he is really above ground and with another long forgotten.

             And Ayalon meets Zabnki’s touch with affection of his own. Death can be cruel, but when another like him longs for companionship, Ayalon lets down his walls and welcomes Zabnki with grace and understanding. He too knows what it’s like to be cursed with solitude, to crave touch, and Ayalon will cherish these moments he has with the other God. He’ll place his hand over Zabnki’s, thread their fingers together with certainty, wrap an arm around his waist when Zabnki’s leans against his shoulder to hold him close. He will be welcoming, he will be kind, his motives towards the Dancer will always be nothing but loving. Ayalon will be gentle like the quietness of a small grove after it rains, breathe life into every kiss they may share. 

          There lies an unspoken understanding between the two. Gods facing the consequences of their sins, forgotten to a world they helped mold, and can never find true comfort living amongst those who bare mortality. Zabnki took one step into Ayalon’s shop, and the God of Life and Death had become addicted to his presence. It’s comforting, knowing he’s no longer alone. And  he’s not letting Zabnki go. 

i want you to know that i've seen your blog in passing for months & despite knowing your url is supposed to say moth, i whisper "death meth" under my breath every time i see it

DEATH METH!?!?!?!?

@mellodiies asked: can reid roll over

" Hm? Woll oveh? " He says around a mouthful of food. He doesn't quite catch the implication, and instead cocks his head with a furrow of his brows. The remainder of his food is chewed and swallowed in a fairly large gulp, lips pursed in question. " Are you asking me if I can do a summersault? " They can't be much different from when he's tumbled off his skateboard those few times, nor did they seem hard. " I can do it! But you gotta give me something as a reward after, okay? "

With a confident nod of his head and a full body shake to loosen his muscles, Reid takes a self-assured leap forward— and lands directly on his stomach.

reid is bad at sex, but what IS he good at?

" I can give ya' a pretty mean handy! " He'll offer to demonstrate.

why can't ... we bring him to a farm..?

he would eat everything

so ... can ayalon produce breast milk or ..

im going to find you.

Golden digits twitch and twist, thrusting deep into Ezra's stomach - churning his guts that weigh heavy in his palm. The beast hissed into their ear, delight in hidden gaze as the opposite hand raises to hold their cheek - tender and with kindness as if his touch wasn't corroding their organs from the inside out. "It's strange, isn't it? Haha... You worship anyone, don't you? Like a concubine for any King... Spreading your legs for the nearest power."

Ah, how it smelt divine - their blood, their eyes, only made the beast's hand stroke down their neck to latch on with a fierce grip and raise the human from his very feet. The hand still remained in their intestines, squeezing as they tried to figure out if they wished to tear them out in one go to tug it out like a rope in slow motions...

"Praise me, boy. Sing my name on your eager common tongue."

The waft of hot blood stings his nose, jaw clenched and dripping crimson as he groans in delicious agony. Ezra coughs up another foul glob of it, choking when it sits too long in this throat. Another thrust of Bài Huài's fingers has his toes curling in an ecstasy so sweet his leg twitches upwards, accidentally bumping against his forming erection and the front of his pants is already wet, stained with an orgasm he had previously— when the God had first entered his stomach. The pain was hellish, a torture Ezra had never thought he'd experience in his lifetime, at least, not without meeting his beloved death.

But his God, his God, the moth that's seared into the back of his eyelids every time he so much as blinks, would not let him die at the hands of another. Is that not proof of his love? Ezra's mouth curls into a bloody grin with a cheeky huff of laughter, vocal amusement cut short the moment Bài Huài wraps his fingers tight around Ezra's throat.

Rip me apart, the prophet wants to say, watch how death does not take me.

" And shall I spread my legs for you, my King? " Is Ezra's rasped impudence. Still grinning, still disgustingly aroused by the position Bài Huài has him in. His stare is mocking, despite how readily he was to worship the God, dark hues boring into the cloth obscuring him from the other's eyes. " I worship divinity. I worship what's greater than me, as the way it should be. " And yet, he's looking down at Bài Huài with ill placed mirth, smugness thick.

" How should I praise y— " A sharp tug at his intestines draws out a sudden gasp, his eyes rolling back as he arches in the God's grasp. Warmth flows thick down his pelvis, his legs, dripping off the tips of his shoes in a macabre puddle. Bài Huài has pulled something out, making his body feel weightless, yet dragged down all at once. More blood rushes to the surface of his mouth, covering whatever words that once coated his tongue. " You are.. awfully generous, " Ezra manages to groan, body growing limp and cold before his temperature spikes with an unexpected convulse of his body. The prophet moans, another orgasm racking through his body that has cum slip down red painted thighs. He's shaky, hands wrapped around the being's wrist to use as leverage. Pleasure has its hands on him, pulling out each individual gasp and pleased hum the same way Bài Huài yanks out his organs.

On instinct, a leg wraps itself around the deities waist, head thrown back as he gives another delighted little laugh. " Bài Huài, " he calls, flashing his teeth in a wolfish grin, " Bài Huài, Bài Huài, so beautiful.. my good Lord, my God— mine, mine. There's nothing greater than having you like this. I'll beg you for more, plead for a morsal of your attention. That's all I want, to be a steppingstone to your desires. Carve your name into me, if that's what you wish. I am the voice of God, so use me. "

can we know more about sophie 🥺

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN! aw... thank you for asking about them! i'll just slap down a few facts that i don't think i've mentioned yet.

they're femme nonbinary! they like going by they/them more than she/her, but if you're close to Sophie they'll tell you it's ok to switch between the two! the only person canonically that can call Sophie 'she' is Reid and later down the line, Ayalon.

Sophie and Ayalon end up having a very familial relationship! it's still a bit rocky, but sophie was never really close with their parents.. not that their parents were bad people, they just didn't understand sophie (and didn't really try to)

sophie's character has come along way. first i made them to be this hipster girl that was obsessed with records and rollerskates. now they're a goth that goes to raves and WILL punch the shit out of you

sophie has three familiars. the bat they first discovered their necromancy with (it used to be a bird but i changed it to a bat because it fits them more), a dog, and reid (another dog)

As Ayalon's oracle, Sophie's going to live a pretty long life. they aren't immortal, but they'll live up to about 200 years old! and that includes all the familiar's they make along the way

They always wear combat boots or demonia's, making them seem a lot taller than they actually are.

They want to be an archaeologist

Sophie's not a bad person, but they definitely get their hands dirty if the moment calls for it. They're not afraid to do what needs to be done, they have a 'if i don't do it myself, it won't be done right,' mentality.

Always throws the first punch, they don't have time to wait around

@chaoscrawls​ asked: J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

a-z smut headcanons

              Just standard, water based lube! Although, considering he’s a god of fertility.. he can use his powers in order to get his partner extra prepared. Meaning, he can help get them extra wet if they ask for it (this even applies to anal lksjfd), but otherwise, he uses lube to get himself or anyone else ready as a form of foreplay! Flavored lubes aren’t his thing though, he’s never needed it going down on someone, and no one’s ever asked to use it on himself. He’s tasted it before (a moment of curiosity) and hated it. He’d much rather taste his partner.

lino vc: Fite me uwu

@dcwnrisen

" I always knew you were masochistic. Say please. "

Ayalon's thoughts of Luan working out and bulking up from his drug-weight loss.

His chest clenches with pride, followed by a small curl of his lips whenever he sees Luan do something for himself. The God would never be too familiar with a mortal's limitations— they were just too different, an eternal reminder that his expectations need to be softer. Regardless, he'd help. Pestering Luan with his company whenever the mutant felt the urge to go for a run or lift weights at the gym. Ayalon himself needn't do any of it, always standing a little bit awkwardly whenever he feigned lifting the 50lbs dumbbell.

The God felt as if he cheating. 50lbs weighed less than a bag of air.

But his entertainment solely came from people watching, and more importantly, aiding Luan in his endeavors. He'd kiss him on the temple, despite the sweat that built up there, whisper into his ear how good he was doing, and just how proud Ayalon was to see him do something for his own satisfaction. Although he needed to remind himself of the difference between he and Luan's strength, Ayalon knew quite well how important this decision was. He's mindful of compliments, after all, Luan's been beautiful from the start. Funny that his sensitivity was put more into a person's feelings rather than what the human body could and couldn't do.

" You look good, Luan. "

" You're doing so well. It's paying off. "

Luan has been beautiful from the start. The God would remind him of that if he ever needed it. But Ayalon prefers him this way, healthy, pushing his boundaries and focusing his attention to better alternatives. He refrains from mentioning the drugs ( unless, Luan were to bring it up first ), he doesn't make comparisons between how Luan looked previously to how he is now. Ayalon knows how easily progress can be broken, and he'd have no hand in tearing it apart. But he'd be there to brush off scuffed knees if Luan were to ever tumble on his journey to sobriety.

khan's here for the gluck gluck

The head of Khan's cock reaches the back of Ayalon's throat, and the God's lips meet his pelvis with a wet kiss. The base of his tongue rolls up along the underside of it, rubbing against a protruding vein, coiling fully around the undead's shaft with the length of it. His tongue squeezes, furls and unfurls, moves in short ruts around Khan's dick while his lips sit perfect, hot and drenched, around him.

A shudder racks through his body the moment Khan takes a fistful of his hair, and his own appendages fly up to dig his fingers into the back of Khan's thighs. Afraid that Khan will pull back, the moth ready to protest if he's to be yanked from Khan's shaft all too soon. His mouth begins to slip from the base, sliding down near the tip and his gaze meets his lover's when the hand in his hair tightens.

Khan's afraid too, and Ayalon almost smiles.

Ayalon makes the slightest move to bob his head, his eyes still fixated on Khan when the man suddenly snaps his hips forward, burying himself deep into Ayalon's throat again, violent enough to nearly choke him. It draws out a moan from the Deity, loud and greedy, vibrating against the cock in his mouth, and when Khan grunts at the sensation, Ayalon is sure to do it one more time.

His hands move to grope Khan's ass, a move that doesn't go unpunished. The entity says something foul, crude, a remark that has Ayalon's lower stomach twist in yearning. The wings at his sex flutter, parting to reveal an aching cunt still clothed.

The God's response is another bob of his head, tongue still curled around the length of Khan following after him. He hollows his cheeks, sucks against the tip, a light and teasing graze of his teeth— Khan calls him a bitch, and drool drips off Ayalon's chin. He's unfazed at the sudden, relentless thrusting of Khan's hips, his mewls and purrs of satisfaction becoming all the more frequent. Ayalon meets his pace, downing his cock again and again, savoring every moment Khan abuses his throat for his own pleasure. He wants to agree when Khan claims that his mouth was made to be used, acknowledging how desperate he was to be stuffed full.

Not by just anyone, Ayalon would remined him afterwards. Only you.

LKJSDHF are you the twink misha?? is that you down there?

@mellodiies asked: i think about ayalon and mello going on cute little fall dates

Ayalon's a romantic, but he's also old. He'll ask Mello to pause for a second so they can stare up at the red, orange, and yellow leaves and after a moment of silence he'll nod his approval ( and maybe even give mello a leaf that reminds ayalon of him ). he's never carved a pumpkin before but he'd like to try! he's also never been to a pumpkin patch or done a corn maze or got on one of those hayrides. mello's gonna be dragged along for all of it.