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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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Oh I got a good one!

Remember AU prompt 5? Well Imagine all the other fallen take an interest in the reader and they all begin fighting over them?

Request Prompt #33 - ✦💓

You couldn't be in any more of a pickle now. Apparently, you've figured out since we last left off from, that this is a seal dimension. A dimension specifically created by the witches in order to contain some very specific beings. And to be honest? You were currently considering just crumbling on the spot from anxiety. Because out of all the cookies you've seen here( aka, like, five you think?) you're the only one that's normal sized! How fun. ( Disclaimer: it is not fun, you are fucking terrified. ) You can already hear two of them fighting, well, so far it's only verbal so at least you aren't in too much danger. All you have to do is stay hidden... stay hidden... stay hidden. You open your eyes, the forest around you has changed again. You also could no longer see the other two cookie's arguing, you're pretty sure that their names had been Burning Spice and Mystic Flour? You weren't sure. But you did know that they were arguing about you. Or more specifically, how you got here. You sneak out from your former hiding place, the forest had definitely changed your location. It just... did that sometimes, that's why it was so easy for you to get lost. Whenever you hid from something in the shadows there was a good chance that the forest around you was going to change again. " Oh I'm terribly sorry for the wait, little star." You heard a voice echo through the forest. You froze up- what the heck forest? Weren't these strange teleports supposed to get you out of danger? I mean, that's what they did before, right? You were immediately seize with a gasp by a large hand made out of shadows, it slithered up speedily into the tree where it deposited you into the equally large hand of a certain individual. You cast your gaze up into the gigantic eyes of Shadow Milk Cookie, which stared at you with interest and amusement. In hindsight, maybe you should have stopped hiding in the shadows. " Aw, what's the matter little star?" He cooed, poking at your cheek. " Are you not happy to see me? That's very disheartening, you know?" He spoke in that kind of tone that you'd use with a baby or a small animal, you know the one. " I don't think I'd be particularly happy to see any of you." You retorted, earning a cackle from the gigantic jester. You knew more about the beasts than you did when you arrived here after all, and you knew that Shadow Milk was basically embodied deceit so you barely trusted a word he said. And yet, he seemed to have a genuine interest in your safety... If not only for his own personal goals. At least, that was your reasoning as you figured that if he was the one triggering the teleports, then he'd at least be looking out for you, right? You heard him sigh. " You know, you seem to love making things more complicated for yourself, hm? Now all the others know about your existence within the seal, and that's making things more rough for you, riiight?" He drew out that 'i' sound just to tease you, but you knew there was at least some truth to what he'd said. You nodded in reply, flinching at the sharp grin he gave you. " Welll~ It turns out I have just the solution for that! If you stick with me, then you'll be safe! No more of that 'running away' business." He offered, but you knew there'd be a catch. " But! In return... You have to help me get free and back out into the world, 'kay?" You hesitated, you'd doom the world as you knew it if you let him out, right? Did the world out there even exist as you knew it now? You have no clue as to how much time has passed since you zapped yourself in here. Shadow Milk was looking at you expectantly, and you didn't want to find out what would happen to you if you rejected his offer. " O... okay, I will."

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #shadow milk cookie #cr kingdom #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #mystic flour and burning spice are only mentioned so i wont tag them

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eldritch-spouse · 2 months

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Poppet : *holding Jingles and singing little lullabies to tuck him in bed*

Vinnel : Poppet what are you do-

Poppet : YOU LEAVE MAH BABY ALONE

Vinnel snorts at you. " He's not a child, you know? Insulting of you to treat the guy like that. "

If your nerves weren't already flayed alive on the daily by this clown, you'd be fuming twice as hard.

" Did I ever tell you why I picked him, poppet? " He waits, even if the question is rhetorical. " I didn't, did I? "

Vinnel comes nearer, making Jingles shrink into you as if he wishes to hide inside your figure.

" Jingles here was an unsellable red. The worst of them! I really don't know what that gourd-headed loser was smoking when he made this one, but I wish I could get some for myself uhuhuhu- " He coughs. " See, he kept tormenting the other roamers and being a loud, loud nuisance. So it was decided he should be liquefied. "

The jester makes a gesture as if he were flicking something from under his nails, then taps his chest. " I saved him. I kept Jingles. And I even domesticated him. " Vinnel cackles. " You like how docile he is, uhuh? Of course you do, you've been treating him like a dolly and he doesn't even squeak about it. You wouldn't like it if he was biting you every ten second, destroying your shit and hurling God knows what directly at that fragile little skull... "

The bobble on your lap grabs his own vest and starts murmuring apologies to no one in particular, eyes screwed shut.

" So really, you ought to thank me for the way 'your baby' is so well behaved. "

#Vinnel oc #tce rp ask

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lolathestoryteller · 1 month

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kisses and quarrels (April 5th prompt; Laugh) @jilymicrofics

I’m back with another everybody lives au drabble (which kinda ended up being a bit longer than intended); Jily, little Harry & uncle Padfoot! read below :)

„We‘re heading out!“ Lily calls out from the entrance hall.

There’s cluttering coming from the kitchen, before James and Sirius step out into the hallway, both their faces smudged with flour.

“Have fun— wow, Harry! Mate you…look like a puffskein.” Sirius cackles, before looking at Lily. “How many layers‘s he wearing?”

“It’s cold out, alright? I’d like for my son not to turn into an ice cube.”

“Yeah,” Sirius chuckles. “He definitely won’t freeze…might float away though, won’t you? Just like a ballon!”

Harry, who’s been busy walking up to his Dad, giggles happily at his godfather’s funny face.

“Hilarious.” Lily says dryly.

Sirius‘ smile turns into a smirk at once, making her instantly regret her choice of words. “It’s Sirius, actually.” he states smugly, before he and James dissolve into laughter.

Lily tries her very best not to smile as she strides over to collect Harry from James’s arms. “Sometimes I really think I should question my choices,” she says teasingly, glancing up at James. “Marrying such a jester.”

“Oi!” James complains, before leaning closer to her face. “You love this jester.” he smiles, and Lily, despite her efforts, blushes. “Yeah…” she replies softly. “I’m afraid I do.”

She leans closer, until her lips brush his, closing her eyes as they share a gentle kiss.

Sirius’ groan makes them part after only a moment though, and both of them chuckle as they notice his overly dramatic frown.

“Ugh,” he whines. “Please, my eyes!“

“Sod off, Padfoot.” James laughs, bumping his friends’ shoulder, before kissing Lily again — loudly this time, and with way too much of a grin on his face.

Lily rolls her eyes, but all too gladly allows for Sirius to dramatically gag as she kisses him back — that is until they’re, once again, interrupted, this time by a small pair of hands, pushing their faces apart.

“No.“ Harry protests, with an expression that so perfectly and very unfortunately mimics that of his godfather. “Gwoss.”

Sirius barks a laugh, one that only increases as he spots James‘ dumbfounded expression.

“Did our two year old just say we’re gross?”

“Sorry mate, you’re officially embarrassing your kid. The pleasures of parenthood, right?” Sirius jokes, slapping James on the back.

Lily sighs, hiding her amusement behind a raised eyebrow. “He’s not embarrassed,” she says as she adjusts a squirmy Harry on her hip. “Right Harry? You aren’t embarrassed of us?” she asks sweetly, nuzzling his cheek. “Maybe a little of Dada…”

“Lily!” James cries dramatically. “You’re supposed to be on my side here!”

“Of course I am, dear,“ she replies with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s just fun to tease you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” James rolls his eyes, though with a warm smile on his lips. “Go on now, we’ll have dinner ready when you come back, I hope.”

Lily is doubtful they would, at least not without magical help and some healing charms. “Just promise me you won’t blow up our kitchen again.” she replies pointedly.

“I will make no such promises.” Sirius replies cheekily.

“We’ll manage,” James says genuinely. “Promise.“

Lily smiles, before turning her attention back to the toddler currently wiggling about in her arms. “Yes, yes, I know,” she says as she bends down to let Harry walk by himself. “You wanna go now, don’t you?”

She waves at the boys once more before taking Harry’s little hand into hers. „Harry, say bye bye to Daddy and Sirius.“

Harry nods excitedly, raising a little hand to wave at the men. „Bye bye!“

„Have fun with Mummy, Snitch!“ James waves back.

„And don’t float away!“ comes Sirius‘ reply, earning another giggle from the toddler.

Lily can only roll her eyes as she guides Harry outside. „Your uncle Padfoot is a bit silly sometimes, hm?“

„Funny!“ Harry replies happily, as if trying to correct her.

Oh dear, Lily thinks, glancing at her son with a soft smile on her lips, he’s the son of a Marauder alright.

#jily microfic #jily lives #jily #harry potter #baby harry potter #sirius black #prongs and padfoot #writing #fanfiction #everybody lives #after the first war

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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I hope you'll forgive me, but these came to me in an almost delirious state the other morning when my brain wouldn’t let me sleep :s

I give you the sleuths now in the flesh.

Can’t forget the bossman either:

“This time you bruise and bleed too, angel eyes” >;)

Just a fun little ‘what-if’ and obviously not cannon, unless the Vigilante encounters these guys in some fever dream - actually that sounds like a funny scenario; nearly dying of some wounds (the usual) and high on meds, their mind cooks up this little world and once it gets to the Eclipse part, they’re just so repelled they wake themselves from their delirium xD

I did these in quite a hurry so if I were to ever have another go, I’d probably make some adjustments, focus on a more unique design, age them up a little, and give them more likeness to their animatronic counterparts, but hey, still works as a proof of concept I guess :)

Have a nice day/night, Naff! <3

Forgive you??? I would only forgive you for making me fall in love! I am not normal about your human designs for the Sleuth Jester boys at all!!! I hope you know that! I adore them so much ahhh! They're everything to me and so cute and handsome and their eyes and the details of their faces eeee!!! I'm kicking my legs and laying on my bed like a middle school girl rn, you have no idea!

Oh. Ohhh and that Eclipse! Bossman indeed, whew! He should not look that good smoking a cigar; yet, I'm swooning! He looks so menacing even in human form! Guess some things never change, huh?

I have to say, I'm more inclined to the DCA as robots but your human designs are making me into a turncoat right now! The idea that the human boys are from a fever dream is perfect and Y/N waking themselves up because, ew, what is Eclipse doing here? Has me cackling!

Gosh, I love your art! I'm sorry to hear your brain isn't letting you sleep though, and I hope you take care of yourself and get what rest you can ♥ I hope you have a nice day/night, too, Piixel!

Thank you for sharing! ♥

#mmm yes i am not normal #mmm yeah #not at all #i am tempted to write a one shot of this #maybe i can fit it in somewhere among my other things #gonna fall asleep tonight gazing at these lads here #sleuth jesters #sleuth jesters fanart #human!sun #human!moon #human!eclipse #piixelpaint

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stray-tickles · 10 months

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Concentration

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Summary: A tickle fight breaks out, but Caleb can't participate because he needs to concentrate on his spell. No, really.

Jester hadn’t met any other tieflings before, besides her mama. Hadn’t met many other people, really, until she’d gone off travelling and found her group of friends. She hadn’t known what she’d expected to find out in the big wide world, but Molly was one that she’d never dreamed of.

Her mama had told her how not everyone felt the same as they did about things. How humans and half elves and orcs and goblins were a bit odd about touch in a way that she’d never understand. Jester had never been one to resist the urge to cuddle, to hug, to poke and play with those closest to her.

Molly, apparently, was the same. Jester had barely squeaked out a few giggles at his teasing prods to her belly when she pounced, fingers slipping past the edges of his coat to wriggle at his ribs and draw out delighted snorty laughter.

She giggled at how quickly he folded. “You could have asked, Molly.”

He definitely flushed at her words, illuminated by the edge of Caleb’s dome. “No- pfhaha- no fun!”

Jester could hear the others talking in the background, their voices coloured with amusement. Molly was curled up into a weak ball, twitching at her tickly assault, otherwise not resisting but to hiccup with laughter.

“You have such a good smile Molly, I should tickle you forever, then it would never stop!” Her fingers climbed to burrow into his armpits and earn a loud shriek. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Molly was laughing and kicking too hard to speak, but he managed a nod amidst his squirming.

Jester chuckled evilly. “Hehehe, did I find your worst spot, huh?” She continued to wriggle her now trapped fingers in his armpits, loving how dark purple he got. “Is this your tickly tickle spot?”

A soft voice just behind her made her jump. “Try his tail.”

Jester stopped in surprise, looking around to see a somewhat awkward looking Yasha, eyes fixed deliberately on the rain falling just past the edge of their little dome.

Molly wheezed for breath, feeling very warm and buzzy. “Traitor!” He shouted weakly, rolling onto his back for completely unrelated reasons.

“Oh?” That seemed to get Jester’s attention back on him. Presently, Molly wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. “Is she right?”

Molly swallowed nervously, that giggly anticipation swelling up in his stomach. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She giggled. “I’m gonna find out!”

He could feel himself grinning, and made no move to get up. “Best of luck to you!”

Jester glared playfully and made a grab for his tail, which Molly smugly twitched away at the last second. He was chuckling by her third attempt to catch it, and was just about to say something mocking when he felt something that sent a shock up his spine.

Jester’s tail, which had apparently wormed its way under him to the giant weak spot that was his lower back.

His eyes locked on to hers with horror, noting her smug satisfaction. So it had all been a trick. “You little- SHIT!” Molly was interrupted by a loud shriek when Jesters tail started wriggling like a worm against his back, and also, horribly, allowing her to finally catch his tail, which she assaulted with fingers that fluttered so lightly he felt like he’d die.

And okay, Molly could admit that he loved this, loved the play and the laughing and the warmth and the touch, but that didn’t mean he could handle it.

He managed barely a moment of squealing laughter before the thrashing began, twisting and rolling around to escape her tail from poking and wriggling against his back as he cackled wildly, tugging frantically at his own tail if only for the chance to catch his breath.

Then Jester’s tail found the hem of his shirt, and the moment it touched bare skin Molly shot straight out of her grip with a scream, right out the side of the protective dome.

Jester burst out laughing, only laughing harder when Molly returned a moment later, plastered with rain and catching his breath.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Molly asked playfully, then surprised Jester by pouncing past her, somehow tackling Yasha to the ground.

“No- Molly wait-” She managed, before clasping both hands hard over her face and giggling.

Jester cooed at Yasha’s flushed face and soft laughter, then let her eyes scan over the rest of them for her next target.

And, well. Their wizard’s ears were very red.

She grinned. “Oh Caaay-leb…”

He glanced up from his bedroll, jittery as usual. “J-ja?” Then caught the look in her eye. “Ah- no, no, nein!” He yelped, scrambling backwards away from her. “Nein!”

Jester snickered, following him and wiggling her fingers playfully. “Are you like, super ticklish or something?”

Caleb curled in on himself, locking his arms at his sides. “Nein!” Oh gods, this was bad, he could tell from Jester’s smirk this was bad.

Then a familiar clawed hand squeezed at his side and it became worse. “AHA- noplease!”

Nott snickered. “But Caleb, you just said you’re not ticklish!”

“Yeah!”

He was trapped between them, and Caleb knew, knew he was going to perish. “No- wait! The spell, I need- I cannot lose concentration!”

A lie. One he was honestly quite proud of given the circumstances, but one that they could very well see through.

Instead, Jester shrugged, a disappointed pout on her lips. “Ugh, right.” She paused. “You can recast it though…”

Nott batted her away, clearly cowed by the thought of letting the rain in, and the two backed off, leaving Caleb sitting on the soft base of the dome, watching Jester leap onto Fjords back and dig her fingers into his stomach in a way that had him cackling in seconds.

This was… good. This was what he’d wanted after all. He was not being attacked, not made to laugh like a fool, to shriek and squirm like Nott was after her attempt to get Beau backfired. He didn’t want to feel like that, even if they did look happy and close in a way that made Caleb’s heart ache. This was… better.

It wasn’t like he could bear to look any of them in the eye once they found out how godforsaken ticklish he was anyway. It had never been a trait that had felt like it fit him. Caleb was awkward and stuffy and dry, it- it didn’t suit him to drop to the ground giggling from the littlest wiggle at his stomach.

It was silly.

Besides, it had been years since anyone had felt comfortable and playful enough to tickle him, Caleb wasn’t sure it would even work, if he remembered how he was supposed to react.

He’d never known how to react to things properly. He felt his lips twitch up slightly. That had always been what felt so… easy, about being ti- touched like that. He had no choice in his reactions, no chance of saying the wrong thing when he couldn’t speak for laughing, his self-consciousness unable to bury his smile in the face of that bright sparkling silliness.

Ah, gottsverdammt. He wanted that.

He glanced over to Molly and Yasha, who had now switched places, Yasha’s fingers worrying at Molly’s ribcage enough to have him in fits of giggles, flushing dark violet and grinning so big it looked like it hurt. Caleb’s arms tightened around his sides, his sympathetic smile getting a little wider. He could almost feel it, Yasha’s fingertips softly but persistently plucking at his own ribs, melting away his resolve in a moment, turning his bones into goo.

Caleb cleared his throat in a way that he hoped was just attention-grabbing enough, and unbuckled one of his books from its holster, finding that for once he wasn’t able to concentrate on the words on the page in the way that was normally so distracting for him, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was normally distracting. That he couldn’t maintain concentration while reading.

They all knew that.

Which was why it was so disappointing when they were all so distracted by their playful roughhousing to notice. After a few minutes, Caleb half-faked an irritated sigh and summoned his lights. It was getting to dark to read, which would be a problem if he was trying to read. It did have three globules of light circling his head though, and that had to be enough.

It was, to his eternal chagrin, not.

Mollymauk was curled up in a giddy giggly ball by the time Caleb realised that this wasn’t working, and decided to tuck himself into his bedroll and pretend to sleep. At least this way he didn’t have to look at them.

He didn’t quite notice Fjord’s now wheezing giggles come to a halt, nor the soft footsteps creeping over to him. In fact, Caleb didn’t notice anything at all until a hand snuck under the edge of his bedroll and a nail drew a very quick, very ticklish line up his foot.

“Scheisse!” He sat bolt upright, feet curling up to him and a hot flush laying claim to his face. It only grew hotter when he saw the mischievous grin levelled at him.

Jester giggled, hopping onto his knees. “Hiiiii Caleb.”

He swallowed. “Uh- H-hallo, Jester.” Oh dear.

She leaned closer, grin widening, and actually this might have been a mistake.

“So, you like, totally need to focus so the dome stays up, right?”

Caleb cleared his throat. “I-ah… Ja.” He barely resisted the urge to push himself backwards.

Jester pretended to think. “Is it super hard to concentrate when you’re sleeping?”

The question spurred a smug snicker from Molly, who was still giggly and floppy, snuggled up to Yasha.

“U-uh… ja.” Oh dear, he was getting jittery.

Fjord snorted an exhausted laugh. “Quit messing with him and get to it.”

“Ja!” Caleb blurted, then flushed red. “I-I mean nein, no!”

Jester laughed delightedly. She loved the game. “Sooooo… don’t stop messing with you?”

“Jester bitte!”

She grinned widely. “Maybe I should just let you go…”

By the way her eyes glinted, Caleb knew she had noticed his hesitation, his startled silence at her words, his lack of real protests. She knew that he wanted this, and the thought had him shrinking back and squeezing his eyes shut.

Jester held back a giggle. Well, if he was going to leave himself open like that…

Soft hands latched onto Caleb’s sides, followed by surprisingly gentle claws scratching at the fabric of his shirt and skin and he let out a loud squeak, flopping onto his side. He was already smiling, he could feel it, trying desperately to muffle further squeaks and giggles that the niggling, playful feeling elicited, shit.

Jester’s smile grew bigger. “Aww, Caleb you have such a sweet smile!” She cooed. Caleb’s hands came up to cover his reddening face, and her fingers shot up under his arms, getting a loud snort and breaking through what little control he had.

Caleb’s elbows snapped down too late, only trapping Jester’s hands in what was, apparently, a very ticklish spot, though he didn’t have the time to think about that given he was trying and failing to control his stuttering laughter. One eye cracked open and he immediately wished he hadn’t, when he saw the fond, knowing grin that Nott was giving him from her bedroll. She knew, of course she knew, and the thought had him burrowing into his own bedroll.

That playful laugh melded with his own squeaky giggles for a moment. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jester teased, even as Caleb burrowed deeper, away from her delightfully horrible claws. Not to escape, even in his growingly delirious state he didn’t want to get away. But there was nothing quite so delightful as being chased.

Fingertips vibrating under his arms already had Caleb cackling helplessly and writhing like a fish on a line, but when Jester’s littlest fingers started delicately scratching at his top ribs at the same time he screeched.

On the edges of sanity, a chuckle broke through. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

Schiesse.

Caleb wasn’t sure it would be possible to curl up into a tighter ball than the one he was in, but he tried his best, as he heard the footsteps coming closer.

It was a mercy that Mollymauk only moved the blanket aside enough to whisper in his ear. “Doing okay there, Widogast?”

Even his breath tickled, Caleb lamented, keeping his helplessly laughing face as hidden as he possibly could.

Molly laughed quietly. At a guess, none present had seen Caleb laugh before, or smile beyond that wry smirk he sported once in a blue moon. And this, this was something else. Who would have thought their wizard could get so melty? A quick glance to Jester confirmed it, they were definitely doing this again. Regularly, if he had any say in it at all.

He let his claws trace down Caleb’s neck experimentally, eyes widening at the full body shiver that ran through the wizard. Oh. This was too good.

Caleb… wasn’t sure if he was capable of thought, anymore. Jester’s hands had migrated to poking and squeezing at his abominably sensitive ribcage, and Molly, damn him, was tracing and scratching at his ears and neck, laughing just close enough that his warm breath brushed Caleb’s skin as well, and everything was tingles and static and tickles.

He hiccupped. “Please- ehe- ohno please!”

Jester’s hands slowed, Caleb could just about make out her disappointed pout. Mollymauk’s teasing claws only continued to trace and skitter around his neck and ears, wiggling teasingly under his chin as he leaned closer. “Please what?”

Jester caught on quickly. “Oooh, please keep tickling you?” She started gently kneading his stomach, getting wheezing laughter and a fiery blush in response. “Oh my gosh, Caleb, you’re ticklish, like, everywhere.”

Caleb whined, past the point of doing much other than curling up into an utterly ineffective ball. “J-Jehester please, Molly!”

Molly’s claws had migrated to wriggle under his arms. He leaned closer, amid the wizard’s incoherent begging. “Do you want us to stop?” He murmured, to quietly for any but Jester to hear.

Caleb knew the answer to that question. “Nein!” He squealed. “Nein!”

Molly pressed a long kiss to his cheek, smiling. “I thought not.” He grinned, then with a parting pat on the head, leapt away to wrestle one of Caleb’s legs from the blanket.

Knowing now that he was safe to, Caleb kicked playfully, as if he had any chance of deterring Mollymauk whatsoever.

He squeaked unexpectedly when Jester wormed her fingers around him to scratch at his lower back. She laughed. “Molly he’s almost as bad as you here!”

He grinned in return, getting a good grip on Caleb’s ankle. “If he were any worse, I think he’d die.”

Caleb cackled his agreement.

“Now, I hear humans have more toes than we do.”

What?

Caleb looked over at him in confusion, panting for breath. “Nein, I do not think-” Then he caught the evil smirk and flushed bright red.

Molly chuckled. “Well, I should count to be sure.”

Caleb mumbled incoherently into his hands, reaching to pull his pillow over his face and shrieking when Jester made as if to dart her fingers under his arms. She snickered. “Aw, I think he’s almost done, Molly!”

“Hmm.” Molly cocked his head at the blushing, giggling lump known as Caleb Widogast. He did seem pretty far gone. But he also seemed happier than Molly had ever seen him, tickle drunk and all.

Always nice to end these things gradually. “Guess I’ll have to take this slow then.”

He noted that Caleb didn’t protest.

He did giggle uncontrollably with every toe that Molly caught between his fingers, wiggling teasingly and scratching a nail up each. Cute.

Caleb was well past the point of doing even as little as curling up in a ball. His mind had become giggly mush, and all his body could do now was shiver and laugh, burying his face in his thin pillow to hide from the world, from anything that would end this sooner than it absolutely had to.

“Hm, you know, I think I’ve actually forgotten how many toes tieflings have.” Molly said, pretending to think, only to quickly knock Jester onto her back and grab her leg too. He smiled wickedly. “Let me check!”

Jester squealed delightedly, already laughing. “Molly!”

He only grinned back, swiping a nail up her sole and getting a loud laugh and sending Jester flopping back onto the ground, right next to a still giggly Caleb.

Molly quickly sat atop both legs, keeping them both pinned and laughing. “Okay, now count with me, you two!”

Jester snorted and burst into loud laughter the moment Molly started wiggling her toes, as much from the silliness as from the tickles. Caleb wasn’t much better, hiccupping with giggles and unable to even try hiding his wide grin from the world. Cuuute.

His eyes cracked open for a moment, squeezing shut again when he noticed Jester’s affectionate gaze on him, arms coming up to cover that smile again.

Oh, no, definitely not, Jester decided, and rolled as close to him as she could with Molly still tickling her like that. Caleb flinched with a loud laugh when she reached for him, only to melt completely into her embrace once he realised what she was doing, burying his face into her shoulder, unable to get rid of the smile for anything.

Molly stopped a moment later, grinning up at the two of them and barely needing Jester’s grabby motion to convince him to join the cuddle pile.

Jester smiled and pressed a kiss to that mess of red hair. Maybe not every human was as different from her as she’d thought.

#tickle fic #critickle role #ticklish!Caleb #ticklish!Mollymauk #ticklish!Jester #fluff #can be read as shadowmauk #and any combination of those three really #mostly fluff

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clxwnprinceofcrime · 2 months

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(There is a plain, baby blue letter waiting for him on his desk that's addressed to him.) Dear Joker, I know this might be surprising coming from me of all people. As I tossed and I turned and I paced around, I can't seem to find the will in me to let this go, at least, not the way I expect to be. I want to make things right before we permanently part ways forever. Or else this will weigh in my heart for the rest of my life. You know how it is with me and guilt. ...

Joker... I did not lie when I said I pitied you. From what started as disgust and hatred grew into soft and fondness of your company, and... the longer we're apart I can say with full certainty that I hold held genuine feelings for you; it was just really hard to accept it from my end. Despite our mutual feelings, I think it would still be best that we never see each other again, mostly because I truly do think that you deserve someone better. Someone who truly does make you happy, not make you bathe in misery and heartbreak like I have. I do not feel worthy of you. Please do take care of yourself. I wish you a good life from here on out. Thank you for the memories, I know I'll cherish it as much as you have. Whenever I smile, I'll think fondly of you. - Azura

His hands shake as they grip harder onto the paper, his breathing is heavy and ragged in a way that almost seems feral. Slamming the note down, he balls his fist and grabs his hair. He attempts to catch his breath, the scene itself, frightening for its only observer. "..Sir, uh- She said it's best if you didn't send anything back. T..To leave it-"

"Did you hear her? What she wrote to me?" He asks.

The man behind him stands uncomfortably. "No, I just-"

He laughs, one that might have been fond to the author of the letter, but it certainly was no comfort to his henchmen.

"She loves me. She- She does love me, she... she was scared. Of course, of course. All of the pressure, the commitment. My sweets was always afraid of commitment." Joker stands, pushing the chair out and scrambling to his feet.

Jester flinches. "She-"

"Don't- don't act like you know her like I do. You've done your part, now you're going to do your job." He hisses through his teeth, that horrid smile on his face.

Jester shrinks, fighting whether or not he should do something about this. Help that poor girl one last time. She said she wanted him, she just couldn't make that choice. If he got in the way, what good would it do?

He slowly nods, stepping back to leave Joker to his own devices.

The clown watches the door close and he feels what was once despair become a vicious glee, his emotions swirling and drowning his mind till he could barely think. He falls and holds onto himself, so overcome with joy that it hurts. His eyes are manic and wild as he digs his hands into his arms until they begin to bleed. His head falls backwards and he lets out a cackle akin to a hyena after a wonderfully gory meal.

Ohhhhh, Azura.. You won't have to worry for long.

This guy's in loooove with youuuu.

#ask #rp #missazura #anon ask

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fucking-michaell · 1 year

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Stretches

A/N: IM DOING REQUESTS AS WELL I PINKY PROMISE I just already had this one half done!!!

Warnings: none!

Could be interpreted as romantic or platonic but I wrote it with romantic undertones!!

‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!! IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING JUST SCROLL‼️

It was Sigma's own fault really. He should know better than to stretch like that, in such a way that made him so vulnerable. That's what the two on either side of him would attest, Anyhow.

"St-stohop it right this instant! Noho—!" The dual haired man twisted back and forth. On either side of him sat Fyodor and Nikolai, each keeping a grip on one of his wrists, leaving both arms high in the air.

"This is your faaaaault~" Sang the jester, hand climbing up Sigma's side. Sigma's skin twitched under the contact of Nikolai's bright red fingernails against it. He could swear nikolai had some sort of magic that made them tickle more. (He didn't, Sigma's just that ticklish.)

"Stretching like that while sitting in the middle..~" tsked the man on the right, one finger scratching right in the center of Sigma's underarm. "You're practically asking for it."

Sigma yipped out in complaint. He'd meant it to sound more like a grumble or a growl, to threaten them into letting him go, but…

"G-gogol–!" He gasped out as The jesters fingernails tip tapped across his bare stomach, fluttering in such a way that would drive him insane, if he kept on for too long.

"Oh look, Dos-kun, I think I'm winning! Listen to the way he's gasping! Oh isn't it cute?~"

"Very cute." Fyodor smirked, bringing his own hand down to knead at Sigma's hip. The latter gave a shriek in response. "But I dare-say its me who's winning~"

Sigma's feet pounded against the floor. Thoughts flooded his head of how unfair this was, not only two versus one but two sadists versus one very ticklish victim. His cheeks flushed pink as the two began to speak again.

"Which is worse, Sigma?"

"Kyola?"

"Or Dos-kun?~"

Sigma whined out in protest. On one hand, Fyodor had a way of finding exactly where it tickled most and zeroing right in on it, leaving him shrieking and kicking. But on the other, Nikolai's nails just lightly fluttering against his bare tummy drove him up the wall, and the teasing, he thought to himself. Both were unfairly good at this.

"I think he's ignoring us, dos-kun!" Nikolai gasped.

"Well then, if he doesn't want to answer.." a sinister chucked escaped the black haired man, both locking eyes for a moment before leaning in against his ears, speaking together.

"We'll tickle it out of you~"

Sigma's eyes widened. Suddenly, both mens hands moved from where they were. Fydors thumb pressed itself into the soft spot between Sigma's hip and his thigh, squeezing mercilessly. Gogol, on the other hand, moved to circle one finger around the rim of Sigma's bellybutton. The purple and white haired man gave a loud shriek. He tugged and twisted every which way as incoherent babbles fell from his lips through helpless giggling and cackles.

"F-FYoHODor! N-nAHa! I c–AhaNt—"

Mercifully, fyodor ceased. Well. Sort of mercifully. His hand instead grabbed onto the wrist Nikolai was holding prior. Sigma wondered when he'd let go?? Though his thoughts were quickly stifled by the sight of Nikolai's fingers wiggling inches from his stomach.

"Fyodor, hm? I'll change that for you~" In an instant, both of Gogol's hands explored around Sigma's bare tummy. One fingernails dipping into his tummy button, while the other hand spidered all around the sensitive skin. The poor man immediately fell back into stitches.

"N-nOho plEHEASE GET OhOuT! KyOHolA!" Sigma's torso flinched and twitched under each touch, his arms desperately fighting to get free with no success.

"Well? Is it worse than what dos-kun was doing?~"

"Y-YEhEs GOD STOhOp!"

"I told you~" giggled the jester at the dark haired man, who tsked as Sigma took shallow breaths. He felt a sense of relief.

Until he felt Nikolai take his wrists and pull them back up.

"Allow me to prove otherwise~"

Nikolai felt a giddy sense of dread as that pink spread across his cheeks again. He was going to be here for a long, long time.

#bsd tickle #lee!sigma #ler!fyodor #ler!nikolai #fyosiglai #sigma bsd #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky

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kinshenewa · 3 months

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Cadence followed Sun to their room, and she hummed as she plopped on the couch, Sun brought over a nice big bowl of mashed potatoes and set it on the coffee table. He plopped onto the couch beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close as he started to feed her the mashed potatoes.

She finished her bite, chuckling as she said casually, "Your big brother broke into my room a few days ago."

Sun blinked, looking surprised as he asked, "Really?"

"Yeah, he slept with me. I nearly gave him 'pillow therapy' in the morning." She replied, cackling quietly as she did air quotes.

Sun froze, crushing the spoon in his hand. His smile was strained as he said through gritted teeth, "Did he now?"

She nodded, cracking her neck to one side as she said, "Yeah, he said he didn't want to sleep alone. Basically, he was sleeping with me like I was a body pillow or a teddy."

Sun's shoulders relaxed slightly as he said, "Oh, so he cuddled you the whole night."

"Yeah, what did you think I meant?" She asked, sending an inquisitive look his way.

"Oh dear, I accidentally broke the spoon," Sun said sadly, looking at the mangled spoon in his hand. He got up and threw the spoon in the trash, getting a new one before plopping next to her again and resuming feeding her.

"Mm." She hummed, head bobbing as she finished her mouthful quickly. "That's right. I almost forgot. I took a bounty, I'll be leaving in a few days and be gone for a bit, anywhere between a week to maybe 3 weeks at max. Wanted to warn ya." She said, smiling at Sun.

Sun looked surprised, his rays flaring out as he exclaimed, "Oh deary me! A bounty? Are you sure? I would hate for you to get hurt!"

She laughed as she answered, "Don't worry, I've been doing this for a decade, I know how to not get hurt. Badly."

Sun huffed, crossing his arms as he said, "You should try to not get hurt at ALL. Promise me you will come back in one piece? No ouchies or booboos?"

She snorted a chuckle, covering her nose as she said, "Ouchies and booboos?"

Sun smiled as he did jazz hands, happily saying, "Makes 'em laugh!" She returned the jazz hands as she said cheerily, "Give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle!"

Sun smiled happily, embracing her and pulling her close as he giggled. He loved it when she was silly, she did it so authentically, unlike most humans he had met. Other humans were only acting. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a grin spreading across his face as he thought his silly little thoughts. Oh how happy he was that she would let him get so close, would let him give her food without suspicion. She hasn't seen him bake anything, yet she shows no distrust.

Cadence is his favorite human. All the other humans are rude and crass. She was neither of those. She was polite, intelligent, thoughtful. She wasn't greedy, she wasn't cruel, she wasn't kind only when it benefited her. She is perfect.

"Bit too tight there." She said, patting his back, and he quickly let go, smiling happily. He said nothing, instead feeding her more mashed potatoes.

The peaceful silence was broken, however, when Eclipse came in. As soon as he walked through the door, Cadence flipped him off, and Eclipse stared at her with a blank expression, lips curling into a frown.

"Sup bitch? Don't think of entering my room without my permission again. I'll make you regret it." She said, and Sun just loved how she never spoke with food in her mouth.

"Oh please, I am 150 years old, there isn't anything you could do to make me regret it," Eclipse replied, rolling his eyes. Cadence choked, coughing as she looked shocked.

"150?!?" She exclaimed, hitting her chest. She was choking on air, yet seemed having a little struggle with it.

"Why, yes. And I'm 100. How is that shocking to you?" Sun said, gently rubbing her back, "Us Celestial Jesters can live for centuries, sometimes a millennium."

"Humans only live a century at max!" She wheezed, falling sideways onto the couch.

"I dated a human once. Years and years ago. But she eventually left me for a Biker Chicken. Those blasted bastards, always sporting their leather jackets and revving their Dragon Cycles to appear cool." Eclipse said, frowning irritably as he sat on the couch next to her. She sat straight, now sandwiched between the two alien men, and she grabbed the spoon from Sun's hand and put a big bite into her mouth. Her hands fidgeted, her face reddening slightly as she looked straight ahead.

"Your face is a little red. Have you fallen sick? Do you need some help?" Sun asked, his fangs becoming more prominent with a click, some of his bright pink venom beading at the tips.

Eclipse remained silent, smirking smugly as he side-eyed the human. She shook her head, giving the spoon back to Sun as she finished her bite, and she opened her mouth wide. Sun understood the assignment and resumed feeding her, Eclipse chuckling quietly.

#kinshenewas-writing

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sapphire-weapon · 8 months

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You answered about Leon being the sub in bondage, but how about a bondage dom huh?! How about that!? *cackles in you absolutely should just delete this ask, we're all very ill*

The thought of OG Leon trying to Dom makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit, just because the level of cringe would just be off the fucking charts, bro. I don't think he has it in him to take it seriously the whole way through. It would be like being Dommed by the court jester. Being Dommed by OG Leon would be the emotional equivalent of having Spongebob in your ear just asking you over and over again: Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?

But Remake Leon... I think he could pull it off, man. I do.

I'm not gonna lie, my breath catches in my throat a little bit every time he barks orders at Ashley in RE4make. Sometimes I maybe position things so that Ashley is purposefully in the way during a fight so that I can hear Leon yell at her to move. I may have gotten the vapors the first time I heard his: "Run. NOW." after he got the cage dropped on him.

I think the boy's got it in him.

I don't think it'd be his default preference, but every once in a while, he gets this wild look in his eye, and...

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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Pssst heyyy can we get some more of the uhhh advisor shadow milk and royalty reader it slaps and I want to know what's next

sure, i've been waiting to write the sequel to req 6 for a while now.

Requested prompts #30 - 💓

You stood at the edge of your fallen kingdom, why had you even decided to return? You should have known that there'd be nothing left for you here... And yet. " You'll just have to wait for my last performance, the one in three days time." Maybe you wanted to know what Blueberry Milkshake had meant by that. Because his performances were never scheduled, just spontaneously asked for by the king... The man who called himself your father even though you considered him anything but. You watched on, watching the revolution against your family play out. Was this what Blueberry Milkshake Cookie had meant? And yet, you couldn't see him anywhere in the crowd. So then where was he? Was he laying claim to the crown? Yet, you had a feeling that that wasn't the case. You yelped as you felt something large wrap around your body, a hand? A giant hand? You heard a familiar laugh echo from behind you as you were brought face to face with one of the five beasts. " Shadow Milk Cookie..." You whispered under your breath, you weren't scared per-say... but you weren't put at ease either when you were literally in the hands of one of the most dangerous cookies on Earthbread. " The one and only! Tell me, how are you liking the show so far?" The jester chirped, a wide grin plastered upon his face as if he actually wanted to hear your opinion. His heterochromatic gaze locked onto you, analyzing each and every reaction you had. " It-" You begin, but you pause. Sure it's rather... well, awful to see the place you grew up practically in flames because... Well, the revolution wasn't exactly kind to the kingdom. And yet, this was what you wanted, right? You wanted your kingdom to be destroyed after all, that's what you had told Blueberry Milkshake Cookie. You turn away from the Jester's hard gaze. " I suppose that... it's decent." You answer. You're still not exactly sure how to feel about all this, after all you'd only just run away from everything you knew around two days ago. " Aw, come on!" The jester teased, tilting your head back to look at him. " You wanted this, riiiight? You told me so yourself!" " I never told you anything-" You began defensively, but soon came to a realization. " Wait... How would you...? Unless..." The cogs begin to turn in your brain as your eyes scan Shadow Milk Cookie's face, it's far to eerily similar to Blueberry Milkshake Cookie's as well. So then... " Blueberry Milkshake Cookie...? You were one of the beasts this entire time?" You ask, and the gigantic jester seems to take enjoyment in this. " Yep! That's right, your highness! I played my role rather splendidly, no?" He hummed, standing up to his full height. You noticed that he was holding some kind of... puppet controller thingy within his other hand. You had to assume that he was indeed the one leading the revolution... just with some weird form of mass mind control. " Eheh he he! Just from the look on your face I can tell that I did!" He cackled, meanwhile you just leaned into his grasp with a sigh. " I suppose you want to take me as prisoner, or make me one of your puppets now." You idly mused, resting your head on your hand. " What a great idea! But no, alas, we cannot stay together." He dramatically sulked, getting down on his knees. " I have a reputation to keep after all." He reasoned as he set you down upon the ground, for a minute you thought you could see a hint of genuine sadness in the beast's eyes, but it was quickly hidden again. With that, he stood up again and took a bow. " And now, this show is over. Thank you for watching, Your Highness~" He disappeared into blue smoke afterwards, leaving you with a lot of questions, and yet no answers to any of them.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #shadow milk cookie #cr kingdom #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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Nebul, Patches and Gallon getting their dicks worshiped, cause man they deserve it

And at the end they get hugs and kisses <3

[Like, all at the same time? N-Noice. Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

" Are you certain this one does not require training? "

" Nebul, my friend- " Gallon chuckles, several slimy tentacles roaming around the naked human's body, enjoying the squish of your supple body. " I understand you are eager for disciplining, but I assure you this one practically begged for it! "

The wraith makes a soft huff, gripping your chin and forcing you to stare upon the burning inferno that makes up his face. Head? Eye? Whatever. While it was once a cool swirling magenta, almost soothing, it has now become a sweltering red pit. Perhaps to warn you about behaving, his presence has certainly become a lot more suffocating in this nick of time. Instead of cowering as your instinct urges you to, you lean into his cold touch.

" I too would do anything to escape Vinnel's treatment. " The misty monster comments, rising after surveying your attitude. " Not even a beginner's collar? She will likely not perish from a little discouraging shock, Gallon. "

" I'm telling you it's not necessary. " The slime rolls his eye, wiggling a tendril at your lips. Your instant reaction is to not only lick him but try to suck him into your mouth. Gallon hums excitedly. " See? "

A comfortable silence settles in the currently locked shop floor as the older monster begins combing through different collars regardless, inspecting each one carefully. Gallon coos over your placid form on the carpet, stroking your hair back and commending you for being such a crafty little human. Clever enough to escape Vinnel before the jester could lay a claw on you.

The elevator dings, out scrambles the pumpkin monster with several stacks of papers in his hands, startling everyone including you. What was his name again? Patches, right? You saw a glimpse of him when you were brought here.

" I came as soon as I could- " His flickering gaze lands on you finally, still mouthing at Gallon's stray tendril. His cheeks darken almost humorously. " What is this? "

" Took you long enough... " Nebul sighs.

" Patches! This is the human I said propositioned us three. " The slime grins, inviting him closer to take a better look at you. " Adorable little thing, isn't she? "

The dullahan balks, standing frozen at the entrance. " I- I don't have time for this! I thought you were joking! " The green monster fumbles with his words, starting to step backwards towards the elevator until an elastic yellow tendril wraps around his arm.

" Oh no no, you're not walking out of this one so fast. " Gallon chastises, dragging the magic caster further into the room.

You're briefly distracted by the sight of Nebul, who approaches you with a pink and black collar featuring a magnetic lock. It wraps around your neck on its own and you feel a very faint electric current against your skin. It will shock you, if the wraith decides it should. Your name appears engraved on the tag seemingly out of nowhere. The cloaked monster chuckles softly in delight, sharp claws caressing your chin.

" Truly Patches, does the human frighten you? " Nebul taunts with mock-curiosity.

" No! What- "

" Come on, you never get your dick wet anyway. " The bartender jabs, rising a spark of flames from the dullahan's sockets that has you a tad on edge.

" Watch your tongue and know your place- "

Gallon cackles. " Oh please, you're going to say no to this pretty little thing? " He frames your cheeks and makes you face the monster entirely. You're tugged into a crawl by the collar, stopping on your knees before the flushed scarecrow lookalike. You can tell he's bothered, an unsubtle growth pokes at his old fashioned garbs. " Do you want to show dear old Patches a good time, sweetheart? " The slime slurs.

Your nod is instant and lecherous as delicate hands edge his skirt upwards to grab at the hem of his pants. You flash the monster a needy look and kiss his length through his clothes. Patches appears to fume in place, hands ripping into the papers he holds. You can hear the bartender make a noise of awe behind you.

" Very good... " Nebul commends, having gotten closer to the unfolding scene. You can feel a shiver of pleasure race down your spine from the encouraging tone of his voice alone. " You're already erect Patches, at least let our pet fix her mess. "

Our pet...

" So are you. " The other spits. And sure enough, when you turn to look at the wraith, there is also a sizable protrusion beneath his robes.

" Do I look embarrassed about it? "

He's got a point, if the way the monster paws idly at himself is any indication. He's probably just teasing you.

" ... Please? " You tug harder at Patches' pants.

He seems to balk at the sound of your voice, looking anywhere but down at you as his surprisingly malleable carved smile twists into a wobbly grimace of shame. " F-Fine! But make it quick! "

" As if you'd last more than five minutes- "

" Now now Gallon, we are here to enjoy our little pet, not get in frivolous spats. " The wraith scolds, urging your head forward, a hand scratching your scalp gently.

The dullahan is still glaring at his smug coworker, though you put a stop to the tension by pulling his pants and underwear down, enough to expose him. Patches gasps, the stack of papers ripped out of his grasp by a stray tendril. The monster merely covers his face while you examine him. For someone so scrawny, he's nothing to sneeze at, you eye the vine-like curls looped over his member with longing curiosity, knowing they'd feel good inside you. You don't waste much time, wrapping both hands around him and kissing at his already leaking tip. The sound of clothes shifting is heard to your side, the two larger monsters commenting on the view.

" Told you this one was freaky. " Gallon heatedly comments.

You take the opportunity to slip Patches' cock in your mouth, humming. " H- Ah-! " His belly visibly shifts when his breathing picks up and he makes another needy noise, slowly attempting to insert more of himself in your throat. " F-Fuck... "

" One like her would sell for a lot. Not much training needed, her mind more than likely would not require tampering either. " The wraith scrutinizes your motions, noting the eagerness behind every lash of your tongue and the way you'll look up just to fluster the magic caster more. He already looks moments away from an unflattering climax.

Nebul grabs the back of your head with ease and pushes you down onto the dullahan's cock harder, forcing a choke out of you and making your cunt flutter from the forceful act. Though a tear slides down your cheek, you dutifully stay put and just focus on breathing around the moaning monster, nose flush to his pelvis. There comes another approving hum before you're yanked back, strings of drool coating not only the green one's length but dripping down your chin. Patches groans quietly in irritation.

" Share. " The wraith warns, nudging you towards the bartender.

Focusing, you can see the slime is also exposed, this dark orange tendril spotted with faint red tones wiggling in front of your face. It's slightly ridged near the base and features a smaller tendril near the root, for whatever reason. The thickness of it makes you worry. Gallon stares down at you with a mischievous, lurid expression, a tendril coming to force your mouth open. " Tongue out, cutie. " He urges.

Much to your surprise, said tendril is flexible enough to twine with your tongue. You're not too sure what to do aside from salivate endlessly as Gallon apparently uses it to rub against, briefly dipping in and out of your throat. You try to suck at him regardless of the strange motions, wanting him to fill your hole entirely. " Aw, cheeky thing- " He moans lowly. " You're so cute, I'd love to keep a little help like you around the bar. "

The suggestion has you groaning in glee. Whether he means to keep you under the counter warming his length or servicing some of his rowdier clients, both ideas are enough to bring more heat to your cheeks. As soon as the slime's sticky tip is flirting with the back of your throat, you're once more pulled away. This time to face the wraith. " Ugh, I was just getting into it- "

" Patience. "

Nebul's cock is surprisingly humanoid, all things considered. Freckles of dusty gray decorate it and it seems to ooze precum that's faintly colored. You don't get a chance to stare for too long before Nebul's shoving it as deep into your throat as he can. He's bigger and longer than Patches, you have no choice but to choke and cough around his throbbing member while he merely keeps himself sheathed inside you. The wraith is a lot less preoccupied with fucking your throat than he is merely forcing you to endure him, only ever withdrawing enough to let you take small breaths. He sighs softly, getting immense pleasure out of the mildly cruel treatment that rips crocodile tears out of you. All this time, your hands have been obediently fixed by your thighs, but the urge to touch yourself is growing with each passing second.

" He can't get off without training them. " Gallon huffs from somewhere around you.

The sound of what must be Patches fervently fucking his own hand incenses you. " I- I don't mind. "

" Atta boy, not so shy now, are you? "

Finally, Nebul makes a faint rumble before dragging himself out of your hot mouth, cleaning the drool off his cock by smearing it on your cheek. " Not bad... " He praises, casually tossing you back over to Patches.

You must look like a complete mess, face caked in fluids and hair ruffled, yet Patches is looking at you like there was never anything more attractive out there, a dark orange tongue you hadn't seen before wetting his carved smile. The other two monsters lean back to watch, Nebul offering a curt nod and waving his hand dismissively, as if to urge the dullahan on already.

" J-Just a little more, okay? " Patches whispers down at you in a surprisingly genuine display of consideration. He grabs your head by the cheeks and rubs circles there in a soothing motion that you eagerly lean into before being edged closer to his already sloppy dick.

And sure enough, you didn't need much time to bring the pent up monster to orgasm, just bobbing and humming around his stiff length was enough to make him start canting his hips and whining. Patches allows you to mostly go at your own pace and intensity, only ever bucking slightly into your motions. " Fff- Hahn- Faster please! " The way his socket lights fade erratically is a sign you assume means he's getting closer.

" I cannot believe he is begging the pet. " Nebul groans in distaste.

" Grimbly is more assertive than him, are you actually surprised? " The slime snickers.

Instead of listening to the two chatting monsters, you reassure the green one by grabbing his hips roughly and going to town on him, making it as sloppy and genuine as you can. The dullahan's thighs quake, he grabs onto your head to steady himself, curls forward and lets out an embarrassing croon of a noise before he starts impulsively fucking his cum down your throat. Panting in the wake of a satisfying orgasm, it's all too soon before he's pushed aside to wilt against the wall, stained with his own seed and your drool.

Gallon's on you like a snake. " What a mess, look at you! " He grins wider, scooping Patches' cum into a tentacle before slipping it into your mouth to clean. You're just as enthusiastic as you were at the very beginning, which thrills him to no end. You get to see the lecherous lighbulb forming atop Gallon's head until he pulls away.

" What is that look? " The wraith tilts his head.

" My friend, could I try something different with you? "

Now you're interested.

" ... Go ahead. "

All of a sudden, Gallon zips behind Nebul, his slimy body deforming and loosely wrapping itself around Nebul's cloak. His lower half specifically molds over Nebul's in several yellow tendrils, such so that he can wrap his tendril cock around the other monster's firm erection. The resulting image is one you never once expected to see, but it manages to arouse you somehow. Gallon squeezes around the wraith's cock and purrs his satisfaction.

" You think in interesting ways, slime... " Nebul concedes, scrutinizing their twined forms.

" I know, you're welcome. " Smug bastard.

Nebul finally casts a glance your way, Gallon's own head poking above his right shoulder in a vision that would probably irk most. " Well then pet, get moving. "

You'll admit you're slightly intimidated. There's no way you can fit all that in your mouth at once, and both of them appear to delight in your anxiety while you kneel before them, confused.

" Come now, we don't bite. " The wraith mocks.

Tentatively, you start placing kisses on Nebul's twitching length, mouthing at the orange tendril molded around it. You're not sure what you're doing, but the two look like they're enjoying the kitten licks you offer.

" Adorable... " The bartender coos, using his tendril to both stimulate himself and pump Nebul's cock as you bring the two's tips into your mouth.

" That's wild, do that with me next time. "

Your attention turns to the spent dullahan, only to see him much closer and composed, phone in hand as you assume he's recording the entire scene. You glance at the camera for a second before blushing harder and focusing on the two in front of you, aware you're so wet you're likely dripping.

" Next time... " Nebul chuckles quietly. " Would you enjoy that, pet? "

God, would you... Just getting used by these three whenever and wherever, their little human fucktoy, forever.

Nodding, you close your eyes and seal your lips around both Gallon and Nebul, taking them as far as your body will allow, getting moans of approval and head pats in reward.

Better put on a nice show so they consider keeping you around.

#Patches oc #Nebul oc #Gallon oc #terato #monster oc #not sfw #nsft

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we-want-a-shrubbery · 1 year

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So I'm watching the second Critical Role Campaign right now and I'm at the Harvest Festival (ep 17) and it's far too late, I should really go to sleep but I can't stop watching. I have already manically cackled out loud about 20 times; this episode is a fever dream and I love every second of it.

Just... Fjord with the fucking triple nat 1 at the trebuchet was already perfect and Jester and Yasha just yeeting him into the ground had me in tears.

Molly buying that carpet and being like "I have such big plans with this" and NOT ELABORATING - peak Molly energy.

Caleb, certified nerd at the shooting range with Nott as his feral little daughter. Wonderful. Their dynamic in general is so pure here. I mean, it always is and I love them, but when they're happy and getting into shenanigans together, it does things to my heart. I want all the happiness for them. Also: "Oh no, Caleb, I lost your silver piece :(" - "Yes, but you just lend me 200 gold yesterday, it's all good." - "but thE PRINCIPLE!!!"

And then just now the fucking weirdest conversation between Nott and Yasha about eating rats happened, there are actual tears in my eyes, what the FUCK?! I love them s o much.

I kinda just needed to scream this into the void because I'm having the time of my life here. Maybe some older critters will find this enjoyable.

#critical role #cr spoilers #mainly vague stuff but still #critical role spoilers #c2e17 #mighty nein #harvest close #also I know some of the bad shit that will happen within the next 10 episodes #so seeing all of them in such a happy low-stakes scenario warms my heart and also makes me happy and a bit sad/scared of whats to come #a certain circus guy just being out there and enjoying his life makes me feel things #good for him <3 #I have the feeling that I will be coming back to this episode many times for those sweet nostalgia feels

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Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 32

You look down at the grave, If this really was their grave, you needed to know. Acting quickly, you begin to frantically dig in the dirt, hoping to get deep enough to find (If you were or weren't so lucky) a body.

Leo and Emma began to help you as well, shoveling away the dirt and soil that covered its victim's body. "Hey! I found something!" You shouted, finally finding something...solid. Leo and Emma began digging in your spot, until they discovered what you found: A strange gazebo like casket with a thin figure hovering inside. "Hoo! Could NiGHTS truly be inside of this?" Owl asked "Well...only one way to find out." You say, stepping closer to it. You carefully get close enough to see a small glimpse of purple inside, before you gently touch the glass surrounding it.

Almost instantly, a bright glow emerges, and you see two, deep blue, cat-like eyes glance down at you, as you feel your body pulled upwards into the gazebo. Once the light vanishes, you notice that you're facing the wrong way, and that where you were standing, your body is nowhere to be seen. "FINALLY! It's about time! That was a very long nap." An auto tuned voice with a British accent said, but you can't locate the source of the voice. "Hey...I don't recognize you. You must be new here huh." The voice said.

You're about to put up a fighting stance, when you see that one of arms...isn't exactly yours. You see a white sleeve with yellow and purple cuffs, along with a white glove encasing 'your' hand. You hold up the new appendage to your face in shock, until it suddenly loses control of itself "I guess I should have mentioned it before. My name is NiGHTS. and what is happening now is called Dualizing." The voice, now known as the "NiGHTS" You were looking for says.

"Well, Hi NiGHTS. I'm Y/N." You say shakily, still getting used to this. NiGHTS could feel your hesitation before a cheeky grin appears on their face "Hiya Y/N! Say...how about we get out of here?" They said before shooting out of the gazebo like casket. The rush of wind was so sudden, that you didn't notice that NiGHTS and you were now soaring above the world. You look down in awe, While you did have a flight on Haoyu's bike powered plane, it was NOTHING like soaring above the world through NiGHTS.

You feel the wind rush by you as you watch the world look small from above. "It feels great doesn't it? Flying that is." NiGHTS says, almost feeling a little smug "It's incredible! But wait...NiGHTS. we need your help. A friend of ours landed in Nightmare, and we need you to help us find them." You say. Almost immediately, NiGHTS stops dead in their flight. "Did. You say Nightmare?" They asked. "Yes...and we have to get down there." You inform. NiGHTS then slowly floats down to the ground, back to Owl, Leo and Emma.

You feel yourself fall back to the ground as you are no longer joined with NiGHTS, and you can finally get a good look at them. NiGHTS really did look like a jester. A purple, thin, Acrobatic jester. NiGHTS cat-like eyes then spot your cape "How did you get Jackle's cape?" They asked. "Well, It was just laying around, and I figured that I'd just-" You were cut off by a loud, spine-chilling cackle, along with a very large, and very sharp card flinging its way between you and NiGHTS.

"It's Jackle! RUN!" They shout. The 4 of you run away, as NiGHTS goes to confront the one that threw the card, however, just as you got far enough, you hear NiGHTS get into what sounded like a struggle, as well as a crazed voice yelling "WHERE IS MY MANTLE!!" You look to find Owl frantically waving his wing, telling you to follow them, but NiGHTS sounded like they were in trouble

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #NiGHTS #Owl #Leo Craig #Emma Cole

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